(While the rest of the story is listed as PG-13, this part is rated PG-15 for violence.

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Part 12, Freya

-1956, Planet Kalath-

Freya wobbled down a hill on skates. "Ahhh!"

"Head for the tree!" her friend, Asha, called out as she followed.

The eighteen-year-old steered towards the tree and tried to slow herself down. Putting her hands out, she used the tree to stop. "Safe now." She continued skating, confident now that the road was level again.

Asha followed, also on skates. They reached a small restaurant and sat on chairs outside. "Are we hungry?"

"Yes. Help me up." Freya held her hand. She was less stable on skates than her friend, and she didn't mind the help. She carefully entered the building.

"Hello Freya," said a young man who was by the door.

"Hello Nathin."

He kissed her, which made her lose her balance. "I'm sorry." He helped stabilize her then looked at her, hoping for a kiss back.

"Goodbye Nathin." She skated to a table and plopped in a chair.

"You made him pout," Asha said as she picked up a menu.

"He's not the first." It was normal with her people to proclaim an "I like you" with a kiss.

"Maybe he'll kiss me on the way out."

"Would you kiss him back?"

"I don't know."

"You better decide before he kisses you." Freya looked up as the waiter came. She gave her order before setting her menu down. "How far are we skating?" she asked after Asha ordered.

"To the stargate. We can try to activate it."

"Does it do that?"

"My cousin's friend's brother's girlfriend's sister activated it once."

"That's just a rumor."

"Well, we know it works."

"Yes, when people come. It doesn't work the other way."

"Then how do those people leave?"

Freya shrugged. "Magic?"

"They don't have magic."

"Then how come their eyes glow?"

"Freya, eyes don't glow. That's just silly."

"My grandmother met a Tok'ra once, she said the voice was inhuman and the eyes glowed."

"Hmph."

-Half Hour Later-

Freya was skating around the stargate while Asha was pressing on the rock in front of it. "You'll just have to try all the combinations."

"There's millions." She didn't even know how many symbols to press.

Freya stopped and leaned against it. "Is the middle thing a button?"

"I don't know." Asha pressed it. "It doesn't do anything."

Freya pressed one of the glyphs and watched it glow. She kept pressing until they all glowed. "That's pretty."

Asha pressed the middle one again. "Nothing happened." She gestured, annoyed. "Now they are all glowing."

"They'll stop on their own."

A man approached. "It's my neighbor."

Freya looked up, and her eyebrows raised. "Lobert." Little hairs on her skin raised.

"Your a little old to be playing with the stargate."

"Go away," Asha said.

Freya gave her a look.

"You should be more respectful." Lobert suddenly sounded stern.

Asha saw the lights go out, and she began dialing again. Freya was quiet, and she was happy when Lobert left. "Asha, you don't tell the creepy man to go away."

"So you have a nice conversation."

"Until he goes away, yes."

Asha dialed again. "That didn't work."

"I want to go home."

"All right, but when I activate it, you'll be sorry you missed it."

"I don't want to go alone."

Asha looked to her, then sighed. "Fine."

On every work free day, Freya went over to Asha's house, and they went over to the stargate to try with the dialing. Freya usually ended up skating in circles while Asha did the work. They did this for months, but nothing came of it. One day, Asha wasn't answering. Freya knocked louder. "Ashaaaa!"

She sighed and went around the back door. "Asha, you better be awake!" She found the hidden key. "Asha, I'm coming in...with skates!" The floor was smooth, and she headed for the bedroom. She expected to find Asha sleeping, but the bed was already made. She next went to the kitchen. Opening the door, the place smelled of iron. "Asha?"

She skated towards the counter before slipping on something sticky and wet. She fell next to Asha, who was bloody and staring with lifeless eyes. Freya screamed and scrambled away. She kicked off her now bloody skates and ran outside, still screaming.

Neighbors came, and Freya pointed. "She's dead! Someone killed her! Someone killed her!"

Things became a blur. Freya was sat down somewhere, and people spoke all around her. Questions were asked, but she didn't notice. Suddenly she heard her name being yelled, and she looked up to see a man in a guard's uniform. "Freya, what happened?"

Freya relayed her story. She could barely speak. She felt cold and dirty. She wanted to wash the blood away. She wanted to unsee everything. Asha kept staring at her.

"Do you have family in the city?"

"My parents."

"You should stay with them tonight."

Freya nodded, and soon he was gone. She heard someone say they'd get her parents, but she didn't know who it was, and she soon forgot about it. She stared at Asha's house. Uniformed strangers went in. She could only imagine what they were doing inside.

"Freya?"

She looked up and saw her parents. "Mother."

"We're sorry to hear about Asha." Her mother sat next to her and put her arm around her. "We've come to take you home."

"Do you want to talk about it?" her father asked.

"No."

"It's up to you."

She was maneuvered up and to their vehicle, which was pulled by a large animal. It was slow and strong, so the ride took a while. Freya was quiet the entire time.

There were no leads, and Freya remained at her parents' house. She had to go home from time to time. Things to do. She was always quick, avoiding people. They were all suspects. She could see Asha's blood all over them, and she stayed away.

-Eight Months after Asha's Death, 1956-

Still in her parent's home, Freya woke up to strange noise. Soon her father ran into her room. "Freya!" his voice was lowered, frantic.

"Father what is-"

"Shush." He grabbed her out of her bed and dragged her off. "We are being attacked."

"By who?"

"I don't know." He hurried her down the basement. "I'm putting you behind the false wall." He opened it. "Stay put."

"Father."

"We love you, Freya." He gave her a quick hug. "Stay put." He closed the door.

Freya listened as her father moved things around, hiding the wall. He soon left, and she was left imagining what could be happening. The last time she had been put here, it was with her mother. She was young at the time, only four. She remembered being told about it more than the event itself. Warriors had come through the stargate. They caused death and destruction while looking for pretty people. People rarely spoke of it, and that was about all Freya knew.

She wished they had spoken about it. Right now, she didn't know what to expect. Sitting in virtual darkness, she could only imagine. It was quiet. She needed to do something. She looked around in her little room. She found some of her mother's clothes, and she changed into them. That helped to make her feel less vulnerable. She found food, water, more clothes, and blankets. That made her worry. How long would she be in here? She looked upward. Some light got in from above, but it wasn't enough to really do anything.

Freya ended up arranging the blankets and cuddling up in them. She laid there with a frantic mind. They day stretched. She only got up to use a bucket that would soon make the room stink. She couldn't hear anything from above, but the the light disappeared. She stared at where the light had been and began wondering if she had imagined it to begin with.

At some point, she woke up, though she didn't remember falling asleep. There was still no light. It continued on, and she began wondering if she slept through the day. It was quiet, and she wondered if it was quiet above as well. She closed her eyes, feeling helpless.

She woke up again, this time to sound from above. The light returned, and she felt safer. The noise though. She heard heavy footsteps walking above her. The floor was scraped, as though heavy furniture was moved. Freya suddenly worried someone would somehow follow the light towards her. She went under the covers and listened.

Her heart stopped as she heard the footsteps descending. Someone was coming into the basement. Her eyes were wide as she peeked out and stared at the wall, waiting for it to start moving. Voices sounded distant, speaking in a foreign language.

Her mind buzzed with ideas of what would happen if she were found. Her mind went to Asha, covered in blood. She mentally took her place.

Then the footsteps began moving up again. Freya released a breath and looked upward. Soon, they disappeared completely.

As the light began to waver, Freya drank some water. She looked at the food, afraid to touch it. Her stomach protested as she went back to her blankets. Soon, she let sleep take her.

She was hungrier when she woke up, and the food was too tempting. She found a knife and cut open a can. She found a spoon and ate something that seemed cold and slimy. She drank water and curled back up.

The light became strong again, and Freya froze as she heard footsteps. They went up to the door. "Freya?" It was her father's frantic voice. "Are you in there?"

"I'm here." She got up.

The wall opened, and her parents came at her with open arms. For the first time since she was a young girl, Freya was lifted off her feet. "What happened? What did they want?"

"We don't know. We never really know."

She was eased back upstairs, and she squinted in the light. She felt herself being maneuvered to a couch to sit. "What happened?"

"The warriors returned. We were all ordered to the town square. They kept us there while homes were checked. We were afraid they'd find you," her father explained.

"You stayed hidden very well," her mother added.

Her father nodded. "Some people were found. They were assigned to be taken, and their families were killed. They took a lot of others as well, mostly young people, like you."

"What's going to happen with them?" She opened her eyes and saw everything thrown all over the house.

"We don't know."

"When people are taken, we never see them again," her mother added. "We don't know what they do with them."

Freya covered her eyes again. She'd need time to get used to the light. "The city?"

"Minor damage. Mostly things being thrown about. I'm sure your house is a mess."

"I feel sick."

"Relax." Her mother urged her to lay down, which made Freya feel lazy. "The town will recover. We always do."

"Those people won't have a chance to recover." Freya thought of all the neighbors she had been avoiding. How many of them had been taken?

"It's best to forget about them."

"That's how we handle this?" Freya was disturbed. What if she had been taken? What if something had happened to her parents? Would they just be forgotten?

"It how we always handle it."

Within the next few months, Freya learned how true that was. There was a funeral for the missing, and people mourned. However, once the town looked back to normal, everyone had taken the same response. Friends and family were never mentioned, as if they had never existed. Freya's area had been hit the hardest, and once she moved back to her house, she found the neighborhood to be eerily quiet. Empty house after empty house.

Asha had been forgotten as well. It was as though people told themselves that she had disappeared with the others.

-A Year and a Half after that Invasion, 1958-

The street was filled with new neighbors. Freya got along with them quite well. It had been so long since anyone spoke of anything bad on this street, and it was almost easy to forget.

From her porch, Freya watched Lobert walking down the street. She got up and began heading for her door.

"It's my neighbor."

She sighed. "Hello Lobert. I have a name." She was tired of that greeting.

"Freya," he responded in a stern tone.

"Yes." Not bothering to look at him, she went into the house.

She stayed in for the rest of the day. She had her dinner, and soon it was time for bed. She fell asleep. During the night, she woke up thinking she heard something. Her mind went to the invasion, and she became alert. She got out of bed and began heading towards the basement.

Suddenly she felt a blow to the temple, and she was thrown back into a table. In the darkness she saw a figure moving closer. Before she could get up, a hand gripped at her throat. The voice was familiar. "It's my neighbor."

Tears fell in panic. With one hand on his wrist, she reached out with the other, searching for anything of use. She found something sturdy and began bashing at the figure. The grip released, and Freya scrambled. Before she could get up, she was kicked over. She tried to scream, but it came out hoarse. "Lobert, please."

"Asha begged too," he replied as he grabbed her throat again. He lifted her up and forcefully pushed her head against the floor, leaving her briefly dazed.

Freya kicked in panic as she saw a knife raised above her. She squirmed and cried. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain as the blade was driven into her stomach. She'd had screamed if fingers weren't on her throat. The knife was lifted, and her body jolted as she was stabbed again.

There was a small laugh, and Lobert's voice was filled with glee. "You should have been more respectful."

She watched him lift up, and the knife dropped near her. Her hands twitched as she tried to cover her wounds. He walked off, though she couldn't be sure if he left entirely or if he was still near, doing who knows what. She closed her eyes, afraid. I will not be forgotten. I will not be forgotten. She repeated them firmly in her mind, not letting herself go to sleep. I will not be forgetten.

The agony went on, and Freya drifted more than she wanted to admit. Time was slow, but Freya suddenly became alert, and a stranger was looking at her. "L-Lo-" She was afraid he was still near, but if he wasn't, then she'd die naming her killer. "-bert." Her voice was barely a whisper though.

"My girl! My Freya!" It was her mother's voice.

"I've woken her," said the stranger, "but I cannot heal her with this." The stranger had an unusual device on his hand.

"L-Lo-"

"Freya," said her mother, "listen to me. This man is a Tok'ra."

"Lobert," Freya forced out.

Her mother frowned. "Lobert did this to you?"

Freya tried to nod.

"Tok'ra." The stranger sounded firm.

"Oh, yes. Freya, do you want to be a Tok'ra?"

Freya was baffled by that question. She wasn't an alien.

"She's asking if you wish to become a host," the stranger clarified upong seeing Freya's confusion. "You would be living our way of life. You must decide quickly. I cannot keep you conscious for much longer."

"Be host," she answered since it sounded like she'd live that way. She wouldn't be forgotten. Tears fell. "Not forgotten."

"We won't forget you," her mother added.

Freya suddenly felt herself being lifted up, and she cried out in pain.

"Keep her steady," said a strange female voice.

She does sound funny. My grandmother was right, Freya thought before losing conscious.

We don't sound funny.

Freya frowned. "What?"

We don't sound funny, the voice repeated.

"Who are you?"

I am Anise, your new symbiote...and we don't sound funny.

Sorry?

That's better.

Freya sat up and saw the Tok'ra stranger that was in her house.

That's Martouf.

Freya laid back down as Martouf approached. "You should rest."

He is right, Anise thought. We nearly died together. I've healed your head and the stab wounds, but you have not recovered the blood you have lost.

Freya frowned in worry, but then she smiled. I won't be forgotten.

No. I will keep your memories alive so long as I live. Every host after you will learn to know and love you as I will, just as you will learn to learn to know and love every host before you. Now, rest. When you are ready, we will see Lobert.

What? Freya quickly sat up.

"Freya?" Martouf asked, knowing he was missing some internal dialog.

"She mentioned Lobert."

"Yes, he is in our brig."

He's to be executed, Anise informed.

For what?

For attacking you. Anise felt Freya's confusion. We have an agreement with your people. If one of them attacks one of us, we handle the punishment.

If he hadn't stabbed me, I would have never become a Tok'ra.

Yes, but now that you are my host, I am obligated to avenge you.

Freya quickly recognized it was more than that. Anise couldn't avenge the death of her previous host. Someone had to pay for something, and that someone would be Lobert. Freya, having lived, was less concerned about avenging herself. She was happy though, for Asha's sake.

-Present-

Freya frowned in guilt. "It's been a while since I thought of Asha."

"Time will do that," Malek replied.

"Do you still visit?" Daniel asked.

"Yes..." Her eyes moved downward. "In the last few years, Drack would always come with me."

Kela'an watched as Daniel moved closer. I can't help her.

She'll accept your help in time, Sam thought. As usual, she was in control. That made it easier for Freya and for Martouf. "I think we ran out of stories."

Daniel frowned in disappointment. "Now, we really do just wait."

to be continued...