Isabel

Two weeks later…

With a faint sigh I leant back in the chair and looked absently at the blue crystal wall of my quarters while I was wondering what the council would decide.

After I had made my report to the rather surprised members of the Tok'ra High Council I was sent to my quarters while Skaara/Klorel, still believing that they were Tok'ra operatives like the rest of us, were brought to the Healers for examination.

In all likelihood the Council would decide to remove Klorel from the host and kill him, no matter what the result of the examination of their condition would be, I mused. A perspective that was quite disturbing, even for my dear symbiote, who normally hated the Goa'uld with all of her heart.

And then there was Skaara, the handsome, friendly Abydonian, we had both liked from the very beginning. Actually, quite soon after meeting him, we had both discovered that our feelings towards him were beyond those of friendship. A fact that we, of course, had never told him since he had just lost his memories, and it would have been bad timing.

On the other hand we had both loathed and despised Klorel, simply for being the person that he had been before he lost his memories. After all, he had tried to kill us not so long ago.

However, after several hours we had to give in. There had been no way to resist his charm, friendliness, his sense of humour and an amazing innocence. Needless to mention, that Selena and I had been rather surprised about this development. However, in Selena's case, I believe it was actually more shock than surprise.

"Selena?"

Turning away my gaze from the seemingly magically sparkling crystal wall towards the entrance, I noticed that Selmak was standing there.

"Greetings, Selmak," I greeted my fellow Tok'ra and waited for him to continue.

"The healers say that they can do nothing for Skaara. They don't really understand what this liquid did to him and Klorel. However, the chances are good that his memories might come back in time. Skaara has taken the news rather well."

"Will they extract Klorel from the host?" I asked neutrally, carefully trying to keep my face blank since I didn't want to find out what he would say or do if he found out about certain feelings for one of our enemies. Pictures of me sitting in front of the Zatarc-detector, fainting council members, and a healer explaining the results of too much stress to me, appeared in my mind. Furthermore, it would also decrease my chances of helping him in anyway.

"No, not immediately. The Council has decided to take advantage of Klorel's situation," Selmak answered as if he was talking to Celail, our chef cook, about the menu for the next week.

Take advantage of Klorel's situation? How typical for the Council. I barely suppressed a sigh.

"You and Klorel can make it back to Baal's planet in time. We will give you some faked files, so Baal will not immediately notice that the diplomatic meeting has not taken place, and the other Goa'uld will not ask for the representative very soon because we have sent him a message that the meeting will be delayed. Klorel has access to many sensitive areas and computer terminals. He could extract very valuable information for us. Of course you would have to help him to behave as a Goa'uld so no one discovers that he doesn't remember anything. Don't forget that he believes that he is one of us. We have told him that you both work undercover in Baal's fortress, and your 'artefact gathering' was merely the result of a convenient opportunity during your travel."

After his rather long speech, he paused for a moment but before I could say anything, not that I would have said anything because I was too stunned to utter any words, he simply added, "You will leave in two hours."

Rather taken back I watched as he vanished into the corridor. To go back to that Goa'uld planet? An undercover mission with Skaara and Klorel?

Had I not been a Tok'ra, I'm sure I would have developed a rather bad headache.

TBC…