Skaara/Klorel
"I will now go back to the cargo ship and prepare everything for our start. After all, should the need arise we should be able to leave very quickly," Selena stated, traces of worry in her voice.
"You don't need to worry. Nothing bad will happen to me," Klorel said reassuringly and hoped he had calmed her somewhat, despite the fact that he grew more and more nervous with every passing second.
Not that he was afraid of entering the areas alone; it was more a deep concern for Isabel and Selena. What if something happened to them while he was not there to help them? What if he would not be able to see and speak to them again because of some ill fate? What if he would never get a chance to tell her that he loved her with all of his heart?
"We love you both," Klorel said before he could even really realized what he was saying.
Had he not told Skaara that they should wait until the timing was better? Yet here he was standing and uttering the most important words he would probably speak in his entire, thousands of years of living. In all likelihood he could not have chosen a more inappropriate place or time. A Goa'uld corridor was hardly a very romantic place.
Skaara, whose agreement Klorel hadn't even asked since the symbiote had acted completely spontaneously and without thinking about it, was too stunned to say even a single word to Klorel. However, neither of them would have been very interested in what the other had to say in this particular moment. Their main attention was directed on the woman before them and what she would answer.
"We too," come the short reply, after several seconds, from a very startled looking Selena. After uttering the two words the surprise on her face grew even larger; apparently she had also spoken before really thinking about what was going on and what she was saying.
Klorel and Skaara were too nervous to notice her slight confusion. At that moment, they were the happiest people in the entire universe. All they had to do now was overcome their danger of fainting from the excitement and remember to start breathing again.
Overjoyed Klorel stepped nearer to Selena and kissed her softly but broke contact after mere seconds, since approaching footsteps were to be heard.
Indeed. I could not have chosen a more inappropriate place, Klorel thought. Although disappointed, he stepped back. He was unwilling to endanger the life of the beloved woman in front of him by being inattentive to what was happening around them.
"I will now go," Selena said huskily. There were too many emotions flickering through her eyes to be able to tell precisely what she was thinking or felling. "We should not take the chance of being caught. This place is far from save."
Hearing the drawing near of another person Klorel simply nodded and each of them went towards their respective destinations.
Selena
"I hope that they didn't encounter any problems," Isabel voiced worried, and naturally, I agreed with her.
Still a little bit shocked and confused about what had happened, I controlled the instruments in front of me. In some ways, everything had happened a little bit too fast for me. Everybody, including my dear host Isabel, seemed to be in seventh heaven except for me. Admittedly I loved them both. However, being a member of the Tok'ra resistance for the last two thousand years and after having seen more than enough Goa'uld atrocities, I couldn't simply ignore the fact that Klorel was a Goa'uld.
Furthermore, what would happen if he regained his memories? What if he decided to be the person he was once again? Even if he didn't, Skaara could nonetheless choose to be separated from him. In addition, the reaction of the High Council had to be considered since they had the power to order Klorel's separation from his host and sentence him to death.
Sighing deeply I looked out of the front window of the cargo ship and looked at the people that were passing the landing area, but none of them were Klorel.
Klorel
Klorel entered the landing area happily making out their cargo ship in the distance.
"Incredible. Every room and corridor in Baal's fortress is coloured golden. I can't stand it any more. At least it is not the favourite colour of the Tok'ra, too. It would be too bad if the crystal corridors were not blue, but gold," his host stated.
Klorel mentally sent his approval of that statement and in return asked Skaara, if he believed that the Tok'ra were even technically able to give their corridors another colour? What he would think about a red, green, lilac or multicoloured design.
"I don't know. Perhaps we should suggest rose-coloured crystals to the Council when we return," the host smirked and thus played along with their agreement to try not to speak about Isabel and Selena while they were still on this planet. Otherwise they would probably have been so distracted that they would not have survived very long in the Goa'uld palace.
"We have made it," Klorel happily thought half a minute later, as he was only a few steps away from the cargo ship.
However, fate appeared to be a spiteful little creature that was lurking for people thinking such rash thoughts in order to be able to prove them otherwise. Consequently from that point on things certainly not did not go quite the way Klorel had thought.
"Klorel, Da'nai! Kel Sha. Nanb'tu'qua?" - Klorel, wait! Hello. How are you?
Evil was nearing from behind in form of a rather smugly looking Goa'uld and leaving Klorel no other choice than to stop and face him.
"Tun'cma'le. Ba'ja'kakma'teIch.," Klorel answered, not even knowing the identity of the man in front of him or why he was looking so conspiratorially. –Wonderful/super. Greeting to you also.
"Ni'ya. We have to discuss a few things. After all, we should stop talking about it and finally take actions. Tal shak." – Listen/Listen to me.-Come, hurry.
Klorel had not the slightest idea about what the other was talking and certainly didn't want to discuss anything with the Goa'uld.
"I'm so sorry. However, I still must finish certain things that need to be done. I will talk to you later. Kre Sha," Klorel apologetically responded and hoped whole-heartedly that the other would take the hint and leave. – Bye.
As Klorel had hoped the other left him, but not before whispering one last statement.
"I see. Until later then. In the meantime, however, I'm looking forward to our discussion about finally overthrowing Baal. After all, we sons of Apophis must stick together."
Had the Goa'uld not turned around and went to nearest entrance after he had uttered this words, he would have been bewildered by the look on Klorel's face.
Apophis? Despite the fact that the once mighty System Lord had died several years before, the mention of his name had a truly overwhelming effect on Klorel. All of his memories abruptly returned and in consequence also those of Skaara. Abydos. Chulak. Serving Apophis. Serving Baal. A new Goa'uld servant. Selena. The mission. Raising the hand device to kill her. The Tok'ra base. The kiss.
It was almost too much to comprehend for them. Klorel's two personalities, one evil and his newer caring version, collided all of a sudden and engaged in an unavoidable battle for dominance.
to be continued…