Author's note- Just a reminder, it's an AU story! Also, I would like to
thank my friend Delia (ShadowRaven89) she gets every part in every story
before I put it in Fanfiction. Thanks, Delia!
Culnac's Logs
Tom-
I was running through a cornfield. I was chasing after something. I saw a sign, 'Welcome to Canada!' it said. I don't even know if there are crop fields in Canada! Anyway, I got to this opening, still surrounded by crops. It was night and I was looking around for whatever I was chasing. I couldn't see it, so I started to curse. Then, it showed up and it was a changeling. The changeling stretched out its arm and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing harder and harder. And, I woke up, still in the damn Goa'uld room, sweating, dieing because I didn't have that Injection.
Jack-
Weird. What color was the changeling?
Culnac-
It doesn't matter what color it is, it still tried to kill him.
Tameth-
Maybe he's already dead. A changeling killed him and now he's ascended and he's telling us this story like we were little kids around a camp fire.
Jack-
That is the stupidest assumption I've ever heard from you!
Tameth-
Yeah, I know, when I get bored, I get a little ahead of myself.
Culnac-
A little ahead of yourself? Try a lot!
Tom-
Anyway, when I woke up I saw Hathor standing over me. I had been on the Goa'uld ship for a week now. Now, there was almost no hope of seeing Voyager again.
"You look sick, Tom." She said. "Looks like you need your injection."
"How'd you know about that?" I said back, trying to sit up.
"Before I left the Alpha Quadrant, I heard that you Tok'ra made a potion to make the hosts live longer. You tell me how to make it, and I'll give it to you."
I decided to take a line from you, Jack. "Go to hell!" I said. Hathor just stared at me.
"Have it your way Mr. Paris." Hathor said. "You can die a horrible painful death, knowing that you could've lived with my help. I hope you don't regret your decision. But, if you do, I will be willing to help you."
"Don't worry, I won't regret it." I smiled. Hathor left and believe me; I started to think of telling her, I don't wanna die on a Goa'uld ship with Hathor as the commander. But, it's Hathor and a Goa'uld, and no one can trust either.
Culnac's Logs
Tom-
I was running through a cornfield. I was chasing after something. I saw a sign, 'Welcome to Canada!' it said. I don't even know if there are crop fields in Canada! Anyway, I got to this opening, still surrounded by crops. It was night and I was looking around for whatever I was chasing. I couldn't see it, so I started to curse. Then, it showed up and it was a changeling. The changeling stretched out its arm and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing harder and harder. And, I woke up, still in the damn Goa'uld room, sweating, dieing because I didn't have that Injection.
Jack-
Weird. What color was the changeling?
Culnac-
It doesn't matter what color it is, it still tried to kill him.
Tameth-
Maybe he's already dead. A changeling killed him and now he's ascended and he's telling us this story like we were little kids around a camp fire.
Jack-
That is the stupidest assumption I've ever heard from you!
Tameth-
Yeah, I know, when I get bored, I get a little ahead of myself.
Culnac-
A little ahead of yourself? Try a lot!
Tom-
Anyway, when I woke up I saw Hathor standing over me. I had been on the Goa'uld ship for a week now. Now, there was almost no hope of seeing Voyager again.
"You look sick, Tom." She said. "Looks like you need your injection."
"How'd you know about that?" I said back, trying to sit up.
"Before I left the Alpha Quadrant, I heard that you Tok'ra made a potion to make the hosts live longer. You tell me how to make it, and I'll give it to you."
I decided to take a line from you, Jack. "Go to hell!" I said. Hathor just stared at me.
"Have it your way Mr. Paris." Hathor said. "You can die a horrible painful death, knowing that you could've lived with my help. I hope you don't regret your decision. But, if you do, I will be willing to help you."
"Don't worry, I won't regret it." I smiled. Hathor left and believe me; I started to think of telling her, I don't wanna die on a Goa'uld ship with Hathor as the commander. But, it's Hathor and a Goa'uld, and no one can trust either.