Samantha wanted her to die. The ashrak wanted her to die. Jolinar had prepared herself for certain death - which, as it turned out, was not so certain after all. An ancient power reveals itself to protect the Tau'ri and the Tok'ra - but can they accept its help? Tok'ra heavy. AU off of In the Line of Duty. Rated T to be safe.
Disclaimer: If I actually owned Stargate: SG-1, it would've been radically different starting somewhere in Season 2.
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Hey guys! I'm back, finally! This was actually the first fanfic I started, the story that drew me into the world of fanfiction. I had this nearly completed and ready to post... until my computer partially fried. I'm rewriting it now, so updates may be short and a bit sporadic until I get a good amount of completed chapters built up. I simply couldn't wait any longer to post it. I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it!
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Akaylah
[mental speech of host]
~mental speech of symbiote~
flashbacks or dreams
A figure lay alone, far under the earth in a dark hole that had never seen the light of the sun. Though she seemed to be sleeping deeply, sprawled out on the low bed, she had never been more awake. Something was wrong. Help was needed somewhere, something bad was about to happen. But what? She searched, tired though she was, for everyone she had ever helped, ever known. She could feel it, so close… but though she searched, it still eluded her…
~This is very, very bad.~
No answer. Again.
Why, in the name of everything sacred, had she gotten stuck with such a stubborn host?
Samantha Carter felt the irritation faintly leaking through their tenuous connection, and smiled gleefully. It seemed her Goa'uld was unused to being ignored.
~I am not a Goa'uld!~ growled her Goa'uld for the umpteenth time. The little hint of mirth blossomed into a mental grin. Apparently, her Goa'uld also disliked being called… a Goa'uld. For a Goa'uld, her Goa'uld seemed extremely touchy about certain things…
~Stop behaving like a larva!~ Jolinar finally shouted. Her patience, never long to begin with, had been clipped quite short by recent events. ~The ashrak that killed my… that killed her… is coming for us. Both of us. He will kill you in order to kill me. You will only survive if you help me escape!~
[I don't want to escape!] Samantha fired back, speaking to her for the first time after the initial panic. [I would much rather die than be slave to a Goa'uld!]
~I am NOT a GOA'ULD!~ Jolinar exploded.
Samantha did a mental dance of glee. Her Goa'uld was really annoyed now. All her experience teasing her brother was finally paying off. With interest. Though, when she was eight, she hardly expected to use it to irritate a Goa'uld… a rather irritable Goa'uld…
Of course, most Goa'uld in her experience were quite irritable… this Goa'uld, for instance…
Jolinar temporarily forced the connection shut and tried to concentrate on how in the name of all the galaxies she was going to get out of this mess. It didn't help that her host was now singing "It's a Small World" at the top of her mental voice. Off key.
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This is merely a prologue, more action in the next chapter.
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