Fanfic, Stargate SG-1, Inquisition, 7/13, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, R

[hathor_girl]

~ is internal speech

bold is symbiote speaking in symbiote voice

Warning: after-effects of torture

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Sam POV

I got some of the medicine down the throat of Martouf and Lantash. They are still unconscious, and now and then they ramble something incoherent in Goa'uld. For now they have been fairly quiet, but I fear they will make more noise - and that someone will hear them.

More than that, I fear for their lives. Their injuries are many and severe, and they have been tortured for several days. Lantash is strong and a good healer, and Martouf is young, but they are both exhausted from their ordeal. I do not think they would have lasted much longer if we had not managed to free them.

My heart hurts when I think of how they have suffered, and the thought that they might die is so painful I can't stop a sniff from escaping.

I take Martouf's hand and squeeze it. It is warm, too warm.

"Martouf, Lantash... please get well! Please survive! I don't know what I would do if you died!" I admit in a low voice.

I look at them again, and swallow hard. Can these strong feelings really all be from Jolinar? I don't know. I think some must be my own, but right now I don't care where they come from! I can't deny I feel them. This situation has made it clear to me that I do feel love for Martouf and Lantash. A lot of love. Wherever it comes from.

I wipe a tear from my eye and lean in and press a light kiss to Martouf's forehead.

I quickly pull back as I hear someone by the door. I hope it's dad.

Whomever it is will not immediately be able to look in here. We have the whole small guest-building to ourselves, and there is a small room - an entrance - where you enter. Right ahead is a small kitchen, and further in is a small bathroom. My dad's room is to the right of the entrance, and my room is to the left. The bathroom can be accessed from both rooms.

The door to my room is closed, and I also pull the curtains around my bed, and crawl up into it, beside Martouf. Hopefully, if it's not dad, or if someone is with him, I can deter them from pulling aside the curtain to the bed, at least. I mean, I'm a demure, easily scared young lady, right? At least that's what we want Nittik to think, and I'm sure such a lady would not accept strange men in her bedroom, would she?

Or in their bed... I look at Martouf. If Nittik pulls the curtains aside and sees him here with me, he will not only be furious that we are harbouring a 'warlock', but he will probably become incandescent with rage that the woman he is courting is in the same bed as an almost naked man.

Nervous, I here the door out close again behind whomever, and then it locks. I hear the key. Then the door opens to my room.

"Sammie? It's just me." My dad calls out.

I pull the curtains aside just a little bit, and sees to my relief that no one is with my dad. I pull them aside and jump out of bed. "Hi, dad." I smile at him. "I was afraid Nittik or someone was with you."

My dad nods. "A very real danger, I am afraid." He puts the huge basket he is carrying on the table by the door, and start taking things out of it. A fairly large pot, which he puts on a folded towel. It is steaming hot. After that follows a teapot with a tea cosy on, and then a loaf of bread, some cheese, and several buns with some kind of filling and glazing, from the looks of it.

I realize I am hungry, and haven't had anything to eat for many hours! "Looks delicious."

"I ate while you were out getting Martouf here. Eat some of it. There is more than enough for you and him - if he even wakes up to eat it anytime soon." My dad looks worried.

I nods. "I'll get some cups and bowls from the small kitchen." I leave to do so.

When I return, my dad is holding a hand over Martouf's forehead, like I have often seen the Tok'ra do. "He is still very weak. I wonder how much, if anything, they have been feeding him while he was a prisoner."

"Probably not enough. Do you think we should try and wake him?"

My dad seems to think it over - or more likely talks with Selmak about it. He shakes his head. "No, let him sleep." He sighs. "Sam - we may have another problem. Nittik seems to have become very enamoured by you..."

"Yeah, I know." I grimace. "I hope we can get away before I have to meet him again."

"I'm afraid that's not going to be so easy. I just talked to him, and it was difficult getting him to leave without going with me here. He's... worried for you, I guess."

"Well you can tell him I'll be fine - I just need to be left alone for a while!" I say.

"He told me they haven't captured the 'warlock' yet..."

"Well, duh! We knew that already! Not that there is any warlock!"

"No, but Nittik has the whole city up in arms about it. They're terrified, Sam! They've been searching all over, and - fortunately - they haven't found anything."

"I made sure - well as sure as I could - that there were no tracks."

My dad nods. "Good. Well, Nittik insists on 'protecting' you, since you're his 'promised bride'..."

I roll my eyes at that. "Wonderful. What does that mean he'll do?"

"Put guards up by the inn, for one thing! They're already guarding the main entrance, and Nittik said he'd stationed some of his 'personally trusted' guards by the back entrance..."

I frown. "That's bad. Really bad. It means we can't escape! Even if Martouf was well enough to walk."

"It'll be a while, so maybe we can - somehow - get the guards to go away first, but I don't know how. As long as they think there's a dangerous warlock out there, they'll keep the guard up. They're guarding the Stargate too, by the way - so he doesn't go to get help!" My dad sighs. "It's a good thing the back door is in my room and not yours. At least they can't get quickly in here, and the sole window in your room is to the garden, with no windows in the inn facing it, so there's no risk of being seen, or heard."

"Unless Martouf is screaming instead of talking incoherently. As I said, he mumbled in Goa'uld earlier - or Lantash did."

"We'll just have to hope he doesn't speak too loudly, and that no one is insisting on seeing you."