Hephalerol?
~Talon~
Shithead.
Mitchell didn't see a smile, but she felt a surge of gentle humor that lightened her heart.
~Talon~ He corrected, once more, patiently.
Talon. She agreed, and once more she felt that gentle, careful humor emitting from the entity that was so close he had to be inside her. Who are you?
~ A solution to your very serious problem. As you are to my own~
She was silent as he explained to her what had happened in simple terms since she was still far from completely recovered, both mentally and physically. It was a good sign that she was already well enough to understand him at all, and Talon knew it. His new host was far more robust than most.
~Your friends are very concerned about you~
He shared with her an image of Jack and Brad both hovering around her, concern on their features, and then he shared with her the conversation he'd had with them before taking her as his new host. They were upset, and feared that she would be upset with them. Melony could understand that, since if the positions were reversed it was not something she could have chosen easily for either of the two men that she loved so much.
What happens now, Talon? She asked him silently.
~We wait until you're completely recovered, and ready to leave, then we take the fight to the Goa'uld~
Talon had his own ideas about the Goa'uld, and he shared a bit of this with his new host, although he limited what he shared. For now, she was still too weak to be overwhelmed with his own very real vindictiveness. But he couldn't hide it from her completely, and he felt her agreement. She'd kill Goa'uld with him willingly. But she wouldn't forsake her friends, or her world. Not for him, or anyone else. She had her own oaths to fulfill, after all.
~We have the same desires, Melony~ He told her, assuring her that he required nothing from her that would impinge on her honor. ~Now sleep and be still. You are far from healed, and it's easier for me to heal you when you're quiet~
She did as she was told, and fell into a deeper state of rest, one that was far more peaceful. Talon shared with her the calmest and most gentle memories he had, helping to ease her into restfulness. He liked his new host already, and could feel that she liked him, too. It was going to be the best blending ever.
~*~
"It's working."
Jack and Anderson both looked at Fraiser, who'd been monitoring Mitchell closely since the transfer had taken place. For a long time, it hadn't seemed to be working, and even Jacob was worried about the health of the symbiote. The yell during the transfer had him wondering what had went wrong, although Selmac had assured him it could have been anything, and wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"She's getting better?" Anderson asked, for the first time feeling hope.
Fraiser shrugged. "She's resting more comfortably, anyways. Her blood pressure is rising, and her pulse seems to be stabilizing." They'd turned the beeping machine off hours ago, after Haidar had passed. It had just been adding to everyone's irritability, and there was enough tension in the room already, Fraiser had decided. She didn't need the beeping, anyways, to tell her what was going on.
"When will she wake up?" Jack asked.
"When they're ready," Jacob said, knowing from experience. "Don't worry, Jack. If she's made it this far, then she's going to make it."
It was quite a promise to make, but Jacob felt secure in making it.
"You two should go get some rest," Janet told them. Both Jack and Anderson looked like hell.
"I'm not leaving her," Brad said, instantly, although he was painfully aware he didn't have the rank to back that statement up.
"Me, either."
"I'll have something brought up for you to eat, then, and you'll eat it, or I'll have you kicked out of here. Understood?"
Both nodded, knowing they were getting off easy, and Fraiser walked out of the room with Jacob.
"You're sure she'll make it?" She asked the Tok'ra.
"Yes."
~*~
"Does she look any better to you?" Jack asked, standing up and looking down at Mitchell intently. She didn't look any better to him.
"No." Anderson wasn't going to feel she looked better until she was up and moving, and he'd had a chance to talk to her about what they'd done to her.
"Fraiser's the best."
Brad wondered who Colonel O'Neill was trying to convince. He sighed, and lowered his head back onto his arms, which were resting on the right side of Mitchell's bed. A moment later, Jack did the same thing on his side, and the two continued their vigil in silence.
~Talon~
Shithead.
Mitchell didn't see a smile, but she felt a surge of gentle humor that lightened her heart.
~Talon~ He corrected, once more, patiently.
Talon. She agreed, and once more she felt that gentle, careful humor emitting from the entity that was so close he had to be inside her. Who are you?
~ A solution to your very serious problem. As you are to my own~
She was silent as he explained to her what had happened in simple terms since she was still far from completely recovered, both mentally and physically. It was a good sign that she was already well enough to understand him at all, and Talon knew it. His new host was far more robust than most.
~Your friends are very concerned about you~
He shared with her an image of Jack and Brad both hovering around her, concern on their features, and then he shared with her the conversation he'd had with them before taking her as his new host. They were upset, and feared that she would be upset with them. Melony could understand that, since if the positions were reversed it was not something she could have chosen easily for either of the two men that she loved so much.
What happens now, Talon? She asked him silently.
~We wait until you're completely recovered, and ready to leave, then we take the fight to the Goa'uld~
Talon had his own ideas about the Goa'uld, and he shared a bit of this with his new host, although he limited what he shared. For now, she was still too weak to be overwhelmed with his own very real vindictiveness. But he couldn't hide it from her completely, and he felt her agreement. She'd kill Goa'uld with him willingly. But she wouldn't forsake her friends, or her world. Not for him, or anyone else. She had her own oaths to fulfill, after all.
~We have the same desires, Melony~ He told her, assuring her that he required nothing from her that would impinge on her honor. ~Now sleep and be still. You are far from healed, and it's easier for me to heal you when you're quiet~
She did as she was told, and fell into a deeper state of rest, one that was far more peaceful. Talon shared with her the calmest and most gentle memories he had, helping to ease her into restfulness. He liked his new host already, and could feel that she liked him, too. It was going to be the best blending ever.
~*~
"It's working."
Jack and Anderson both looked at Fraiser, who'd been monitoring Mitchell closely since the transfer had taken place. For a long time, it hadn't seemed to be working, and even Jacob was worried about the health of the symbiote. The yell during the transfer had him wondering what had went wrong, although Selmac had assured him it could have been anything, and wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"She's getting better?" Anderson asked, for the first time feeling hope.
Fraiser shrugged. "She's resting more comfortably, anyways. Her blood pressure is rising, and her pulse seems to be stabilizing." They'd turned the beeping machine off hours ago, after Haidar had passed. It had just been adding to everyone's irritability, and there was enough tension in the room already, Fraiser had decided. She didn't need the beeping, anyways, to tell her what was going on.
"When will she wake up?" Jack asked.
"When they're ready," Jacob said, knowing from experience. "Don't worry, Jack. If she's made it this far, then she's going to make it."
It was quite a promise to make, but Jacob felt secure in making it.
"You two should go get some rest," Janet told them. Both Jack and Anderson looked like hell.
"I'm not leaving her," Brad said, instantly, although he was painfully aware he didn't have the rank to back that statement up.
"Me, either."
"I'll have something brought up for you to eat, then, and you'll eat it, or I'll have you kicked out of here. Understood?"
Both nodded, knowing they were getting off easy, and Fraiser walked out of the room with Jacob.
"You're sure she'll make it?" She asked the Tok'ra.
"Yes."
~*~
"Does she look any better to you?" Jack asked, standing up and looking down at Mitchell intently. She didn't look any better to him.
"No." Anderson wasn't going to feel she looked better until she was up and moving, and he'd had a chance to talk to her about what they'd done to her.
"Fraiser's the best."
Brad wondered who Colonel O'Neill was trying to convince. He sighed, and lowered his head back onto his arms, which were resting on the right side of Mitchell's bed. A moment later, Jack did the same thing on his side, and the two continued their vigil in silence.