A Tok'ra's Guide to the Tau'ri
by Anouk Sun Amun (anouk_sun_amun@hotmail.com)
Rating/Pairings/Season/Category/Disclaimer/Summary: See previous chapter
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A/N: Okay, the little bit at the end of the last chapter saying that the 'tour' will start in this one is wrong; there has been a change of plan. This came to me during one Maths lesson (after a test whilst I was waiting for everyone else to finish) and it was scribbled down in a hurry. Sorry if it's a bit muddled up and confusing; I tried to edit it as I went.
Also, thanks to all those nice people who reviewed the first chapter. *big hug* I was reading the last few comments while typing this up, so it's dedicated to all of ya!
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"Uh, Carter, we're taking these guys on a tour," O'Neill simplified, avoiding her glance. He felt Martouf's eyes bore into him as he spoke. He'd have to watch out for that man.
It took a while for it to register in her brain. When it did, all knew about it. Sam's cry was heard through the blast doors in the adjacent hallways.
"We're WHAT?!"
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Chapter Two:
And We Haven't Even Left the Base Yet...
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Sam closed her eyes and sighed. "Do you think you've got it now?" she asked, putting as much cheer in her voice as she could.
Both women in front of her still wore blank expressions, but they inclined their heads anyway.
"I am sure we can manage. Thankyou, Major Carter," Freya said.
Sam forced a smile as the two Tok'ra disappeared into a small room. Again. The smile turned to a scowl as soon as the door was closed.
Clenching her fists, she turned. She was in a brightly lit room somewhere in the VIP quarters. Two SFs had shown her, Daniel and the Tok'ra there shortly after Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c had left. Her father had grabbed a set of clothes and also departed, saying he wanted to catch up with Hammond.
Daniel was standing with his hands in his pockets staring at an interesting spot on the blank wall nearest to him.
'Just breathe, Sam,' she told herself. 'you're a USAF Major: act like it!'
With another exasperated sigh she leaned against a metal table. "I'll kill him!" she hissed.
"Who?" Daniel asked innocently, turning to face her. "Jack?" His cheeks were still tinged red.
"No!" Sam replied, her voice rising by half an octave. "Harry Maybourne! Of course it's the Colonel!"
He waited a few seconds for her to gain her composure. "I'm gathering discussing the peculiarities of women's underwear with aliens isn't one of your favourite things, huh?"
She had to smile. Trust Daniel to lighten the atmosphere.
"It's not that," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"No?" Daniel queried, raising his eyebrows.
"No," she admitted, exhaling heavily. "I'd be all right with this if the Colonel had told me about it before they arrived."
"Ah," was his reply. There was a moment's silence. "He didn't know how you'd take it," Daniel told her. "We've all noticed how touchy you get about the Tok'ra."
"Yeah, well, if that's what he was worried about, he's made it a hell of a lot worse by leaving me out of it," she fumed.
Daniel looked down and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "There's more to it than meets the eye," he said softly.
"I don't care," she announced, her voice at its normal volume and pitch. "Just look at the responsibility he's given me, without warning I might add, compared to you guys.
"Behind door one --" she waved at the room where Yosef/Garshaw and Freya/Anise were trying to work out the clothes, "-- we have two Tok'ra women, neither of which have any idea of Earth behaviour. I've got to keep an eye on both of them by myself. Behind door two --" she motioned to a door identical to the other, "-- we have Martouf. He's obviously having less trouble, if the lack of calls for help are anything to go by. You've also got Dad, but I'm sure he'll fit in fine. After all, he did live here. That just leaves Martouf, to be looked after by you, Teal'c and the Colonel. It all seems just a little unfair to me." Even just saying it made her feel better.
All the while she was spieling, Sam could see Daniel smiling. Well, it was more of a smirk.
"Daniel?" she asked, trying to recover breath after her monologue.
The archaeologist's smirk widened. "Jack has some fairly strong views of the Tok'ra," he told her, being deliberately vague.
"No he doesn't," Sam argued. "He has strong opinions of the Goa'uld. For him the line between them and the Tok'ra is more of a smudge. He lets one opinion cover both of them. That's what's got me so confused about this whole fiasco."
"Okay," Daniel put his hands up in mock defeat, "Jack has ulterior motives on this one. My guess is he's going to annoy and embarrass these poor, unsuspecting Tok'ra AND enjoy every second of it."
"So," Sam prompted, "what's this got to do with not telling me?" She was going to get an answer, and Daniel was the most likely one to get it out of.
Daniel sucked in a deep breath. He shuffled his feet nervously and his whole facial expression screamed 'I shouldn't be telling you this!' "He has strong views on one of the Tok'ra in particular," he said slowly.
"Daniel?" she asked, matching his tone. She was getting annoyed with the hints.
"Okay, Sam," he gave in, "this is it: Jack gets extremely possessive at times. He likes having control; he likes having complete control. When we met the Tok'ra he found someone that could threaten his control over one of his team members, one that's important to him."
Sam bit her bottom lip to stop herself acting adversely. That was one thing she didn't need to hear. She stood there staring at him, trying to think of something to say in her own defence.
"That's the way it is, Sam," Daniel said calmly, looking her in the eye. "Jack's jealous." Again she couldn't find anything to reply with.
She found herself letting out a sigh of relief when the sound of latch clicking broke the uncomfortable silence. Her relief quickly turned to apprehension when she discovered exactly who had entered the room.
In the doorway of one of the adjoining rooms stood Martouf, completely oblivious to the conversation that had taken place. Sam had been loathing seeing him in 'normal' clothes, sure he would look out of place, but he didn't look that bad. Aside from pulling uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, she wouldn't have picked him as being from another planet.
"And that would be the Tok'ra Jack's jealous of," Daniel commented in an undertone, loud enough for Sam to hear, but not Martouf. He looked at the floor, refusing to meet her glare.
"Hey, Martouf," Sam said as cheerfully as she could, trying to stop her cheeks from colouring.
"Hello, Samantha, Dr Jackson," he nodded to both in turn as he spoke. Daniel simply raised his hand in reply and began studying the wall again.
Martouf looked around. "Where is Colonel O'Neill?" he queried, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"So, Jack's not the only jealous one," Daniel muttered to himself. Sam couldn't quite tell if she was supposed to have heard that.
She gritted her teeth. 'Note to self: kill Daniel'. She wanted to scream at him, if for nothing else than the smirk that currently dominated his face.
"He's not here," Daniel informed the Tok'ra in a completely uncharacteristic tone. He looked sideways at Sam. "And he won't be for a while."
Under different circumstances she would have done anything for the grin Martouf gave her, but now was really not the time. No matter how gorgeous his smile was, no matter what the gleam in his eyes did to her stomach, she would NOT respond. Not here, not now.
Unfortunately, Daniel was completely oblivious to the expression that crossed her face.
"Hey, Sam, why don't you take Martouf to the briefing room?" he asked. "I'll bring Freya and Garshaw up when they're ready."
"Uh, Daniel," Sam said, desperately thinking up a reason why it was a bad idea. "What if they need any more help? I mean, you can't exactly do anything for them."
"I'll page you," Daniel told her absently, flicking one hand through the air before resting on the pager attached to his belt. "It's only one floor, so it won't take you long to get back here if they need you.
Okay, she'd have to brave it. "Fine," she said, her voice a little harsher than she'd intended it to be. "This way." She gestured to the door.
Martouf nodded and made his way into the corridor. Sam followed him, but paused as she was about to shut the grey door behind her. With a sigh she rested her forehead against the cold metal surface.
"Samantha?" Martouf asked, making her jump. She turned, pressing her back against the cold surface of the door.
"Martouf," she replied, crossing her arms in an unconscious defensive movement.
"Are you all right?" he asked, once again furrowing his eyebrows. "You seem troubled."
Sam smiled. "Just a little put out with the Colonel, that's all," she lied. The door latched shut behind her as she released the handle from her grip. "Shall we go?"
He nodded. "Okay," she said cheerfully. "Let's go!"
All the way along the hall to the elevator, she could feel Martouf's eyes on her. It made her lock her hands in front of her and stare at the ground. The click of their heels against the ground resounded in her ears.
Her vision began to blur slightly. She had to bite her cheek to stop a groan escaping. Now was not the time to get a headache. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Samantha?" Why did he have to say her name so much? It brought her defenses down, and she didn't like it. It left her vunerable.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, inhaling deeply. She ran her hand back through ber blonde hair.
Martouf obviously wasn't convinced. He tentitavely touched her arm.
Sam definately wasn't ready for it. She spun around and was met by his face centimetres from hers. Then the source of the headache became clear. Too clear. She could feel his breath against her face and his eyes were looking into her own.
She clenched her eyes closed as the annoyingly familiar sensation washed over her. Jolinar was back to haunt her.
With one hand out behind her she felt for the wall. When she felt the concrete on her palm she let her whole body fall against it. She could hear the rustle of fabric and knew Martoud had knelt down in front of her.
She heard herself mutter his name, but it sounded distant.
"What is wrong?" he asked. He sounded panicked.
Suddenly coloured flared up behind her eyelids. "Jolinar..." she said and grabbed his arm to steady herself. Sounds from deep in her mind found their way into her conscious thoughts.
"Martouf," she said, foreign emotions flooding her own as the vision started to focus. "Do not leave."
They were the first words to rear their ugly heads from the pool of past conversations Jolinar had left behind. She was too removed from reality to even register she had said them.
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A/N: Ooooh...I couldn't help myself. I'm cruel, I know, but I had to make Sam have memory flash while Martouf was alone with her.
Feedback, anyone? It's really appreciated. Makes writing a lot easier, too.
by Anouk Sun Amun (anouk_sun_amun@hotmail.com)
Rating/Pairings/Season/Category/Disclaimer/Summary: See previous chapter
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A/N: Okay, the little bit at the end of the last chapter saying that the 'tour' will start in this one is wrong; there has been a change of plan. This came to me during one Maths lesson (after a test whilst I was waiting for everyone else to finish) and it was scribbled down in a hurry. Sorry if it's a bit muddled up and confusing; I tried to edit it as I went.
Also, thanks to all those nice people who reviewed the first chapter. *big hug* I was reading the last few comments while typing this up, so it's dedicated to all of ya!
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"Uh, Carter, we're taking these guys on a tour," O'Neill simplified, avoiding her glance. He felt Martouf's eyes bore into him as he spoke. He'd have to watch out for that man.
It took a while for it to register in her brain. When it did, all knew about it. Sam's cry was heard through the blast doors in the adjacent hallways.
"We're WHAT?!"
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Chapter Two:
And We Haven't Even Left the Base Yet...
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Sam closed her eyes and sighed. "Do you think you've got it now?" she asked, putting as much cheer in her voice as she could.
Both women in front of her still wore blank expressions, but they inclined their heads anyway.
"I am sure we can manage. Thankyou, Major Carter," Freya said.
Sam forced a smile as the two Tok'ra disappeared into a small room. Again. The smile turned to a scowl as soon as the door was closed.
Clenching her fists, she turned. She was in a brightly lit room somewhere in the VIP quarters. Two SFs had shown her, Daniel and the Tok'ra there shortly after Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c had left. Her father had grabbed a set of clothes and also departed, saying he wanted to catch up with Hammond.
Daniel was standing with his hands in his pockets staring at an interesting spot on the blank wall nearest to him.
'Just breathe, Sam,' she told herself. 'you're a USAF Major: act like it!'
With another exasperated sigh she leaned against a metal table. "I'll kill him!" she hissed.
"Who?" Daniel asked innocently, turning to face her. "Jack?" His cheeks were still tinged red.
"No!" Sam replied, her voice rising by half an octave. "Harry Maybourne! Of course it's the Colonel!"
He waited a few seconds for her to gain her composure. "I'm gathering discussing the peculiarities of women's underwear with aliens isn't one of your favourite things, huh?"
She had to smile. Trust Daniel to lighten the atmosphere.
"It's not that," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"No?" Daniel queried, raising his eyebrows.
"No," she admitted, exhaling heavily. "I'd be all right with this if the Colonel had told me about it before they arrived."
"Ah," was his reply. There was a moment's silence. "He didn't know how you'd take it," Daniel told her. "We've all noticed how touchy you get about the Tok'ra."
"Yeah, well, if that's what he was worried about, he's made it a hell of a lot worse by leaving me out of it," she fumed.
Daniel looked down and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "There's more to it than meets the eye," he said softly.
"I don't care," she announced, her voice at its normal volume and pitch. "Just look at the responsibility he's given me, without warning I might add, compared to you guys.
"Behind door one --" she waved at the room where Yosef/Garshaw and Freya/Anise were trying to work out the clothes, "-- we have two Tok'ra women, neither of which have any idea of Earth behaviour. I've got to keep an eye on both of them by myself. Behind door two --" she motioned to a door identical to the other, "-- we have Martouf. He's obviously having less trouble, if the lack of calls for help are anything to go by. You've also got Dad, but I'm sure he'll fit in fine. After all, he did live here. That just leaves Martouf, to be looked after by you, Teal'c and the Colonel. It all seems just a little unfair to me." Even just saying it made her feel better.
All the while she was spieling, Sam could see Daniel smiling. Well, it was more of a smirk.
"Daniel?" she asked, trying to recover breath after her monologue.
The archaeologist's smirk widened. "Jack has some fairly strong views of the Tok'ra," he told her, being deliberately vague.
"No he doesn't," Sam argued. "He has strong opinions of the Goa'uld. For him the line between them and the Tok'ra is more of a smudge. He lets one opinion cover both of them. That's what's got me so confused about this whole fiasco."
"Okay," Daniel put his hands up in mock defeat, "Jack has ulterior motives on this one. My guess is he's going to annoy and embarrass these poor, unsuspecting Tok'ra AND enjoy every second of it."
"So," Sam prompted, "what's this got to do with not telling me?" She was going to get an answer, and Daniel was the most likely one to get it out of.
Daniel sucked in a deep breath. He shuffled his feet nervously and his whole facial expression screamed 'I shouldn't be telling you this!' "He has strong views on one of the Tok'ra in particular," he said slowly.
"Daniel?" she asked, matching his tone. She was getting annoyed with the hints.
"Okay, Sam," he gave in, "this is it: Jack gets extremely possessive at times. He likes having control; he likes having complete control. When we met the Tok'ra he found someone that could threaten his control over one of his team members, one that's important to him."
Sam bit her bottom lip to stop herself acting adversely. That was one thing she didn't need to hear. She stood there staring at him, trying to think of something to say in her own defence.
"That's the way it is, Sam," Daniel said calmly, looking her in the eye. "Jack's jealous." Again she couldn't find anything to reply with.
She found herself letting out a sigh of relief when the sound of latch clicking broke the uncomfortable silence. Her relief quickly turned to apprehension when she discovered exactly who had entered the room.
In the doorway of one of the adjoining rooms stood Martouf, completely oblivious to the conversation that had taken place. Sam had been loathing seeing him in 'normal' clothes, sure he would look out of place, but he didn't look that bad. Aside from pulling uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, she wouldn't have picked him as being from another planet.
"And that would be the Tok'ra Jack's jealous of," Daniel commented in an undertone, loud enough for Sam to hear, but not Martouf. He looked at the floor, refusing to meet her glare.
"Hey, Martouf," Sam said as cheerfully as she could, trying to stop her cheeks from colouring.
"Hello, Samantha, Dr Jackson," he nodded to both in turn as he spoke. Daniel simply raised his hand in reply and began studying the wall again.
Martouf looked around. "Where is Colonel O'Neill?" he queried, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"So, Jack's not the only jealous one," Daniel muttered to himself. Sam couldn't quite tell if she was supposed to have heard that.
She gritted her teeth. 'Note to self: kill Daniel'. She wanted to scream at him, if for nothing else than the smirk that currently dominated his face.
"He's not here," Daniel informed the Tok'ra in a completely uncharacteristic tone. He looked sideways at Sam. "And he won't be for a while."
Under different circumstances she would have done anything for the grin Martouf gave her, but now was really not the time. No matter how gorgeous his smile was, no matter what the gleam in his eyes did to her stomach, she would NOT respond. Not here, not now.
Unfortunately, Daniel was completely oblivious to the expression that crossed her face.
"Hey, Sam, why don't you take Martouf to the briefing room?" he asked. "I'll bring Freya and Garshaw up when they're ready."
"Uh, Daniel," Sam said, desperately thinking up a reason why it was a bad idea. "What if they need any more help? I mean, you can't exactly do anything for them."
"I'll page you," Daniel told her absently, flicking one hand through the air before resting on the pager attached to his belt. "It's only one floor, so it won't take you long to get back here if they need you.
Okay, she'd have to brave it. "Fine," she said, her voice a little harsher than she'd intended it to be. "This way." She gestured to the door.
Martouf nodded and made his way into the corridor. Sam followed him, but paused as she was about to shut the grey door behind her. With a sigh she rested her forehead against the cold metal surface.
"Samantha?" Martouf asked, making her jump. She turned, pressing her back against the cold surface of the door.
"Martouf," she replied, crossing her arms in an unconscious defensive movement.
"Are you all right?" he asked, once again furrowing his eyebrows. "You seem troubled."
Sam smiled. "Just a little put out with the Colonel, that's all," she lied. The door latched shut behind her as she released the handle from her grip. "Shall we go?"
He nodded. "Okay," she said cheerfully. "Let's go!"
All the way along the hall to the elevator, she could feel Martouf's eyes on her. It made her lock her hands in front of her and stare at the ground. The click of their heels against the ground resounded in her ears.
Her vision began to blur slightly. She had to bite her cheek to stop a groan escaping. Now was not the time to get a headache. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Samantha?" Why did he have to say her name so much? It brought her defenses down, and she didn't like it. It left her vunerable.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, inhaling deeply. She ran her hand back through ber blonde hair.
Martouf obviously wasn't convinced. He tentitavely touched her arm.
Sam definately wasn't ready for it. She spun around and was met by his face centimetres from hers. Then the source of the headache became clear. Too clear. She could feel his breath against her face and his eyes were looking into her own.
She clenched her eyes closed as the annoyingly familiar sensation washed over her. Jolinar was back to haunt her.
With one hand out behind her she felt for the wall. When she felt the concrete on her palm she let her whole body fall against it. She could hear the rustle of fabric and knew Martoud had knelt down in front of her.
She heard herself mutter his name, but it sounded distant.
"What is wrong?" he asked. He sounded panicked.
Suddenly coloured flared up behind her eyelids. "Jolinar..." she said and grabbed his arm to steady herself. Sounds from deep in her mind found their way into her conscious thoughts.
"Martouf," she said, foreign emotions flooding her own as the vision started to focus. "Do not leave."
They were the first words to rear their ugly heads from the pool of past conversations Jolinar had left behind. She was too removed from reality to even register she had said them.
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A/N: Ooooh...I couldn't help myself. I'm cruel, I know, but I had to make Sam have memory flash while Martouf was alone with her.
Feedback, anyone? It's really appreciated. Makes writing a lot easier, too.