A/N: Sorry about the long wait. First, I didn't really know how to continue this story, and then I got computer problems. I lost all my WIPs, and all the chapters I had written, and all my plot bunnies. All gone. Attempts at recovering the hard drive was only partially successful, and not for anything that had to do with my fic. I've gotten a computer again, but for a long time my interest in reading or writing fic has been gone after all I had written just went poof.

I'm hoping to get back to writing again, kick starting things with a Stargate SG-1 rewatch. And writing this chapter, which is mostly the same I had originally written. Or at least it contains the same ideas I originally had for the chapter, as far as I remember.

I will try to finish this story first, and then continue to the other WIPs I have. Again, sorry, and thanks for being patient with me.

Sam POV

Martouf has entered maybe four symbols on the DHD when we hear the angry shouts of a Jaffa. Martouf ignores him and continues dialling while I pull out my zat. However, before I can fire at our enemies, the Jaffa throw something at us.

"Watch out!" I yell.

Martouf and I both dive for safety, but we are caught in the explosion anyway and all becomes dark.

I don't know how long has passed when I wake up. It is completely dark, wherever we are.

"Martouf?" I call, nervous.

"I am here, Samantha," he answers, calming me somewhat.

"Where are we?"

"In a Goa'uld holding cell. We were hit by a shock grenade."

So it probably isn't dark, I'm blind - but fortunately just temporarily.

"Can you see anything? We're alone, or what?"

"I can see," he confirms. "Lantash has neutralized the effect of the shock grenade already. There is no one else here."

I nod and scramble to sit up. I immediately feel Martouf's hands on me, helping me sit against the wall. He sit down beside me. I fumble for his hand and find it, squeezing it. He squeeze it back.

After a few moments he puts his arm around my shoulders and I lean against him. It is nice, and if the situation wasn't so dire I would be happy.

We sit like this for some time.

"Will anyone come for us? I mean, will Trilkas get us out?" I look towards him even if all I see is darkness. Well, that isn't true. The darkness is slowly lifting, being replaced by grey now.

"I very much fear that he is currently being interrogated by Maccan. Since the Jaffa were sent to guard the chaapa'ai and captured us, an agent of Maccan probably watched my meeting with Trilkas. I am sorry, Samantha, but we are unlikely to be saved." He gives my hand another squeeze. "It is my fault. We should not have taken such a dangerous mission with you."

"It wasn't supposed to be a dangerous mission, and it's not like I don't go out into dangerous situations often, with my team," I insist.

"I am well aware, Samantha, and I was not implying that you are not brave. I know you are, and a skilled warrior."

A moment pass, and then he speaks again - or rather Lantash does. "Samantha. Soon they will come for us. There is no way to avoid them learning I am Tok'ra, and since you are with me, you will be considered a Tok'ra ally."

He takes both my hands and kneels before, I think. The grey is lifting and turning white - and I believe I see movement.

"If there was anything I could do to spare you the torture, I would." He continues.

"I know, Lantash. I don't blame either you or Martouf."

He nods, I think. The blurry movement I see matches that at least.

"There is so much I wanted to talk to you about Samantha. So much I wanted to say."

He leans in and captures my mouth with his, and the kiss is different from the others we have shared. Instead of being passionate, it is full of love. He pulls back abruptly as we hear someone by the door.

"It will not make things easier if they know of our feelings for each other," Lantash quickly whispers.

Feelings? He just admitted having feelings for me! Why is this the thing I focus on as Jaffa enters the cell and pulls us both along?

I see light and blurry figures as we are forced to walk through what I think are long corridors. My heart is beating fast with fear for what will happen to us. I find myself longing to see Martouf's beautiful face at least one more time before we are killed, but the effect from the shock grenade has not yet worn off completely.

Of course, it is likely that even if we die, it will not be the end. This Goa'uld most likely has a sarcophagus.

My vision clears quickly now and when we reach some large doors that opens for us, it is close enough to normal that I can see the bloody figure of a man being carried out between two Jaffa. He is not moving, and either dead or close to it. It is Trilkas, the undercover Tok'ra. I shudder.

We are forced down to our knees in front of an arrogant looking man, sitting on a large, golden throne, inlaid with jewels. Tasteless.

I look up at the figure on the throne. It's a youngish looking man, with short dark hair and a golden complexion. He is very attractive, as most Goa'uld are. Unfortunately the attraction is marred by a vicious grin and an evil glint in his eyes.

His eyes flashes as he looks at Martouf. "Tok'ra. I should have known. The traitor Na'on met with you, conspired with you! Well you shall both regret this! I will make you tell me everything you know - and then you will die. But not until you beg me to kill you!" He makes a short laugh that causes a chill down my back.

So Na'on is the name Trilkas used as undercover. Of course, he couldn't use that when he met with Martouf - not that the precaution had helped him. Or us. I wonder if he is being revived in a sarcophagus.

"I will never tell you anything!" Martouf insists.

"Coward! Hiding behind your host!"

"My symbiote does not consider you worthy of his attention!"

Maccan immediate raises his hand devices and sends out a short burst of energy, pushing Martouf several feet back. "I will not be insulted by a human host!"

Martouf glares at him as he pulls himself up from the floor, only to be pushed down on his knees before Maccan by one of the Jaffa.

"The Tok'ra will address me himself or I will torture you - and your beautiful companion - to death, just for the fun of it! Then I will revive you both and torture you some more, before I take her to my bed!"

Martouf's eyes flash as Lantash takes control. "You will leave Samantha alone, cursed Goa'uld!"

Maccan cackles. "So you care for her! Excellent! That will make this so much more fun! I should have known the Tok'ra are perverts and are attracted to mere humans!"

Crap! Why could Lantash not keep his temper? Though part of me is flattered, even if I fear this will only make things worse. I throw him a look, and his expression is apologetic.

How are we going to get out of this mess?