Soul mates

Skaara

"You know, Isabel, I am really lucky that I have…" He never managed to finish his sentence. "What is happening?"

"The sensors have detected an approaching Goa'uld mother ship. I will change the course so we are on the safe side."

He looked worried at the woman beside him. She was too occupied with the course corrections, so his questions would have to wait. Was she only taking precautions or were their lives in immediate danger? How should he know? He didn't even know what a Goa'uld mother ship was. Apparently the knowledge of technology from Klorel that they both still possessed, was limited and mostly only included basic information anyway.

"It would seem that we are lucky that Isabel and Selena have not lost their memories, too. Just image the four of us as we try to fly this ship. We would probably have caused it to self-destruct." Since there was nothing they could have done, Klorel tried to distract Skaara.

"Yes, I guess, we would," answeredSkaara to his symbiote's words, and had to chuckle in his mind as Klorel sent a funny mental picture too. As they have discovered in the last few hours his friend really had a talent for 'making' comical images in his mind. A gift from which they both benefited.

As the laughter of two minds floated through Skaara's head, he noticed rather late that Isabel had sat back in her chair again. At least he had not laughed aloud in the last few minutes or she would have wondered if he had lost his mind, too.

"Ask her what a Goa'uld mother ship is," Klorel urged Skaara as they had calmed down again because he was still wondering why they had avoided the other ship.

"We don't even know what a Goa'uld is, Klorel. Let us ask this first."

"What is a, err, 'Goa'uld'?"

The Tok'ra beside him hesitated, and it seemed as if she didn't even want to answer his question.

"The Goa'ulds are also symbiotes. However, they take hosts against their will and suppress them. Furthermore, they conquer planets, enslave the population, and kill millions just for pleasure. The Tok'ra is the resistance that fights them." Isabel answered but didn't look at the upset Skaara.

"That is disgusting. It is hard to believe that someone can do such awful things," Klorel said in a shocked voice to his host and then, after some seconds of silence, he added, "At least we are fighting them."

Skaara agreed and afterwards they both, host and symbiote, hugged each other mentally, took comfort in each other's presence and were glad of being a Tok'ra.

There were some more things they would have liked to know about these 'Goa'uld' but it would have to wait since they both were more eager to learn some more details about their past.

His mind filled with thousand of questions, Skaara turned to Isabel in order to begin with the first of them. However, he didn't ask her, but his companion. "She looks so tired and is barely able to keep her eyes open. How could we have not noticed it?"

"She was rather injured a little less than an hour ago. We should have taken more care for her. How selfish of us. Our questions can wait until later."

You are correct. We will not make the same mistake again. In the future we will watch over her carefully until she has fully recovered.

"So you only want to take care of her until she has recovered? Don't forget that I can read your thoughts, Skaara. If it were up to you, you would like to 'take care' of her not only until then," Klorel teased Skaara friendly.

You should also not forget that I also know your feelings.

"Touché. However, let's change the subject. This conversation has already lasted too long."

"My questions can wait until later. In the meantime we both should rest for some hours. The autopilot can fly the ship in the meantime, can't it?" Skaara suggested and quite troubled, noticed that he was smiling rather unintelligently once again in her presence.

Although she hesitated for some seconds, there was no way around the fact that she was indeed extremely exhausted.

After the female Tok'ra beside him had briefly sighed, resigned, she nodded and stood up weakly.

It is a shame that we do not remember how close she is to us.

Klorel

While he was resting on a thin, brown blanket and his hands were holding another thin, although red blanket, Klorel were listing to the quiet breathing of the Tok'ra beside him. She had fallen asleep almost immediately and so had Skaara but Klorel simply had not been able to find any sleep so far.

It was so hard not to remember who he was. He would have traded all the remaining basic knowledge of technology against some personal memories. Skaara had at least still some of his childhood memories left to him. Of course his host had been more than willing to share them with his symbiote and Klorel had experienced second-hand what it was like to be a child on Abydos. Although that had helped Klorel much, he still felt somewhat lost.

What should he do if the Tok'ra doctors were unable to help him to regain his memories again? Of course, a lot of things he could learn again and surly his fellow Tok'ras could answer a lot of questions. However, mere descriptions of past events and people he had known would not, no, could not be the same. No matter how hard he tried, Klorel could not recall anything of his lost memories.

Absently he wondered what his childhood had been alike. Although he instinctively knew that he must have been in some water, perhaps a water tank, when he was very young, he did not remember anything of it. Was his mother still alive? Had she stood before the water and looked lovingly at her offspring? Perhaps she had put her hand into the water and played affectionately with her children and had waited impatiently for the day, they were old enough to take a host so they could speak to her for the first time. At least he would see her again when they reached the Tok'ra base, although he would not recognize her since he did not remember what she looked like.

Silently Klorel turned around because he surly was never going to fall asleep when he continued to stare at the attractive, sleeping woman beside him, but his thoughts still troubled him and prevented him from falling asleep.

Now, starring at a glimmering golden cargo ship wall, the symbiote wondered if his dear Skaara was his first host or how many he had had before. Three? Four? A dozen? Or even more? What if he was not going to remember his previous soul mates? Although he didn't remember his past times with Skaara, it seemed so impossible, even frightening, to forget he had been blended with him.

Selena

Sipping at a drink, I wandered to the cockpit and left Skaara in the 'ring room' of the cargo ship. He was still eating his 'breakfast' while he was sitting on one of the cargo boxes.

Some seconds after I had begun to check the instruments, Skaara started to talk through the open door, although he could no longer see me. Still sipping at my tasty drink, I prepared myself for the many questions that I surely would have to answer soon.

"You know, Isabel, after sleeping for several hours I feel much better."

"I also feel much better now," I merely stated, taking another nip.

"Err, sorry, I didn't know it was you, Selena."

"It doesn't matter, Skaara. There was no way you could have known who is in control."

"Oh, that is good. I would have been very disturbed if I had accidentally insulted you, as would have been Klorel."

to be continued…