Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard or Stargate SG-1, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Language
Rating: FRT
A/N: For those of you familiar with Stargate SG-1, some of the timeline and/or names may not be completely accurate. I've watched the show since the beginning, but after 10 years it's difficult to remember every detail. Then of course there is also the fact that sometimes it's neccessary to change certain things to fit the story. The beauty of fanfiction.
To those who are of Native American descent, specifically Cherokee, it is not my intention to in any way insult or offend you. My husband is in fact of Cherokee descent, meaning so are my children, therefore the last thing I would want is to offend. So any material drawing on Cherokee legends, please know that any inaccuracies are either unintentional or neccessarily adapted to the story of the Gou'ld.
As the Tok'ra are in fact two distinct personalities in one body their names will be written to reflect this, with the host name being first. Thus Jacob Carter who is also the Tok'ra Selmak will be written Jacob/Selmak.
Through The Looking Glass
Chapter 2
1985
For the first time in fifteen hundred years, Ocasta looked upon the world through human eyes. The first thing he saw upon awakening was a wall of stone, blocking his exit from the caves. As he surveyed the chamber in which his enemies had imprisoned him, his eyes fell upon the array of weapons along one wall of the chamber. Stalking to the weapons, his hand lovingly caressed the zatniketel before picking it up and activiating it. Pleased to see that it was still in working order, he next moved to the long staff weapon to check it, thinking he could use it to blast his way free. Unfortunately for him, the staff weapon had long since ceased to function. "No matter, I will simply use my jeweled bracelet to open the passage," he mumbled to himself as he picked up the bracelet. Made of a metal, unknown to most humans, the bracelet consisted of a wide metal band which encircled the wrist. Attached to this band, were five chains, each with a small metal cap on the end, which would slip over the tip of the corresponding finger. In the center of these chains, lay a jewel, which when the bracelet was worn, would lay flat against the palm. To most eyes this was simply an ornate piece of jewelry, but Ocasta knew it for what it was. It was a device that could be used to both kill and to heal, when worn by someone who was host to a Gou'ld, such as himself. There was no need to test this device, since it drew it's power from the person who wore it, it would always be functional. Spying the coat he had worn when last in human flesh, Ocasta picked up the coat made of flint, or so it appeared and slipped it on. It was this coat which had given him the name by which he was known, Ocasta or Stonecoat. After putting on the coat, Ocasta picked up the bracelet and placed it on his hand. Turning towards the entrance, Ocasta prepared to blast an opening so that he could take up his rightful place as a God amongst these puny humans, when something caught his eye. Turning towards the other end of the chamber, Ocasta smiled at the sight of the Chappa'ai. Faced with a choice, he probed the memories of his new host, hoping to learn the state of the Taur'i. What he learned made his decision for him, striding to the dialing device, he pressed several of the symbols upon it. As he pressed, the Chappa'ai began to spin, locking each symbol into place upon it. After pressing the seventh symbol, Ocasta pressed upon the large crystal in the center of the dialing device, activitating the Chappa'ai. As a wormhole formed in the center of the large ring, a mass of energy shot out into the room before being sucked back into the wormhole. Looking upon the energy that danced in the center of the ring, resembling some sort of living water, Ocasta smiled at the thought of returning to his rightful place among the Gou'ld. Promising himself that he would find those who had imprisoned him in this chamber, forcing him into the stasis jar upon the threat of certain death, and make them pay, he stepped into the wormhole.
2000
Barely escaping his pursuers, Ocasta flew his death glider through the open Chappa'ai just as a Jaffa on the ground fired his staff weapon into the underbelly of the glider. Coming through the other side, Ocasta fought to maintain control of the damaged glider as he tried desperately to land it. It was a fight that would prove futile, as he lost complete control and the glider went into a wild spin before crashing into the planet's surface.
Jacob Carter, formerly of the Taur'i and now host to the Tok'ra Selmak, saw the incoming death glider crash several miles from the gate. Watching the gate carefully, he was relieved when it shut down with no sign of any more Gou'ld or Jaffa following after the glider. Knowing that whoever was in the glider, if he still lived might be able to provide useful information, Jacob/Selmak made his way to the crash site with several other Tok'ra.
When he saw the mangled mess that at one time had been a deadly machine, Jacob/Selmak knew that unless there were a Gou'ld at the controls, there was no chance of survival for the pilot. Sighing despairingly at the way the Gou'ld so carelessly wasted lives, Jacob/Selmak slowly made his way to the wreckage. Carefully, approaching the body within the glider, he pulled the man backwards unprepared for what he saw. Looking back at him, was a young man with blond hair and deep blue eyes. By the armor he wore and the symobls upon it Jacob/Selmak knew this was a Gou'ld, searching the Selmak's memories he knew it to be the Gou'ld Ocasta. However when he looked into the painfilled blue eyes, he saw no sign of the Gou'ld, only the human host was present, which was confirmed a moment later.
"Please...kill me...before he heals," the young man begged Jacob/Selmak.
"Who are you son?" Jacob/Selmak asked, his voice gentle with an underlying hint of caution.
"I'm...Bo Duke."
"Where are you from? What's the last thing you remember?"
"From...Earth...Georgia...there was," Bo stopped speaking as he was overcome with a coughing fit. "An earthquake...trapped...found a jar...I didd...didn't know." Bo explained, just before passing out.
"Jacob, what do you think?" Martouf/Lantesh asked, wondering if they were going to believe this man and help him.
"I think we better get him back to base and get that damn Gou'ld out of him, right after we fit him with a dampening device."
Pulling Bo from the wreckage, the Tok'ra carefully carried him back to their base. Using a set of transport rings, the group beamed into the underground cavern that only the Tok'ra knew of. Taking the young Tau'ri to the base medical facility, they first fitted him with a dampening device, this would keep the Gou'ld unable to regain control of the host. Knowing that time was of the essence if the young man was to survive his injuries, they also knew that it was necessary to control the Gou'ld until they could remove it. Once the dampening device was in place on the young man's chest, the Tok'ra in charge of the medical facility used a ribbon bracelet to heal the man's injuries. Once this was done, they activated the dampening device, allowing the Gou'ld to speak.
"I am Ocasta, you will bow down before your God," the Gou'ld rumbled in a deep bass which seemed to resonate and echo about the room.
"You are a Gou'ld who has stolen this man's body for your own use," Dorar/Andar calmly responded.
"Tok'ra," Ocasta spit the name as though it were a curse. "Release me or you shall feel my wrath," he ordered, struggling against the restraints which held him.
"You are to be given a choice Ocasta, a choice you denied the young man you imprisoned. You may leave this young man's body and live in your natural environment, or you may remain within him and die."
"You are Tok'ra, you wouldn't kill the host to kill me, unless it were in combat," Ocasta replied with a sneer.
"We don't have to kill the host to kill you. Do you think we've been idle all of these millenia? We have the ability to kill you within the host, leaving the host alive and free. So what will it be Ocasta, life or death?"
"And what is to prevent me from killing the host before you slay me?"
"This," Dorar/Andar replied, pressing the dampening device and instantly silencing the Gou'ld. Waiting several minutes, Dorar/Andar finally released the dampening device allowing Ocasta to speak.
"Alright, I will leave willingly," Ocasta grudgingly agreed.
"Good choice," Dorar/Andar responded. Turning to her assistants, Dorar/Andar motioned them forward with the stasis jar which would hold Ocasta until they could free him into a pool containing more of his kind.
In one final act of evil, Ocasta awakened his host just before exiting the body in the same way he entered, through the back of the neck. The scream that Bo gave as the snake-like Gou'ld left him, echoed throughout the Tok'ra complex, bringing several people running with weapons ready.
Arriving in the medical facility, Jacob/Selmak was surprised to see that there was no threat. Seeing the young man lying unconscious on the bed and the stasis jar nearby, he realized what had happened. "I take it Ocasta couldn't resist one last chance to torture him," he remarked to Dorar/Andar.
"That is correct Jacob," Dorar/Andar replied. "Do we know anything of the host?"
"We know he's from Earth, a place called Georgia. Judging by his accent and the fact he's speaking English not Russian, I'm guessing he's from the U.S.." Jacob/Selmak told her. "I have to meet with Martouf, would you let me know when he wakes up. I think since I'm from the U.S., I'll be the best person to speak with him."
"Of course," Dorar/Andar agreed.
Jacob Carter, formerly General Jacob Carter of the U.S. Air Force, walked down the corridor towards the medical facility several hours later. He still marveled at the abilities of the Tok'ra, sometimes he could hardly believe that only a short time ago he had been dying of cancer. That is until his daughter Captain Samantha Carter told him about the Stargate program, bringing him into contact with the Tok'ra. Learning that a dying Tok'ra was in desperate need of a host and that as a host he would be cured of his cancer, Jacob readily agreed. Now as Jacob/Selmak of the Tok'ra, he served as a liason between the Tok'ra and the Tauri, able to help both people in their understanding of each other.
"He's awake?" Jacob/Selmak asked as he stepped into the medical area.
"Yes, I will show you to him," one of the many assistants replied.
Entering the room in which Bo Duke lay recovering from his ordeal, Jacob/Selmak couldn't help sympathyizing with the young man. "Hello Bo, my name's Jacob Carter, I'm from Earth."
"Liar!" Bo screamed as he scooted away from the older man in front of him. He could sense the Gou'ld within this man and didn't understand what kind of game Ocasta was playing with him now.
"You sense my symbiote, I'm sorry Bo I wasn't thinking. I didn't lie to you, but I am also host to the Tok'ra known as Selmak."
"Tok'ra? Prove it," Bo demanded, afraid to believe the first bit of hope he'd had since that day in the caves.
"Would the Gou'ld have freed you from Ocasta? Search within yourself, I know you can tell he's gone."
"Maybe he was killed in the crash," Bo argued.
"If that had happened you would have died too," Jacob/Selmak reminded him. "Bo only the Tok'ra would have the means and the willingness to free you of Ocasta's enslavement."
"I'm really free?" Bo asked, the fear still evident in his voice.
"Yes you are..."
"I can go home?"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple Bo," Jacob/Selmak replied. "You're home may not even exist anymore for one thing. So let's start with that, do you know what year it was when you were taken?"
"1985."
"Then it's only been fifteen years, and you're from Georgia in the U.S.?"
"Yeah, Hazzard Georgia," Bo replied wistfully. "Mr. Carter, when can I go home? I got to let my uncle and my cousins know that I'm alright."
"It's going to take time to get you back to your family Bo, if we can."
"What do ya mean if you can? Why couldn't ya?" Bo asked, beginning to be afraid that he had only traded one prison for another.
"Well first we have to find out if your family still exists, now since it's only been fifteen years the odds are at least some of them do. Then there's the problem of the Stargate itself, it's a classified program son we can't just let you return to your family and tell them everything that's happened. Which brings up the final point, you will have to be debriefed. There will be a lot of questions, people in the program will want to know everything you know about the Gou'ld. They won't be in a hurry to let you go home before those questions are answered," Jacob/Selmak explained.
"So now I'm a prisoner of the U. S. Government insted of Ocasta? Well maybe I just won't answer their questions," Bo replied angrily.
"You don't want to do that, Bo these people can lock you up for however long it takes to get their answers. There's also another thing you haven't thought of," when Bo looked at him questioningly, Jacob/Selmak continued. "What do you suppose your family thinks happened to you for the last fifteen years?"
"There was an earthquake, oh God, they probably think I'm dead. Nobody knows I'm alive, they really could lock me away forever, couldn't they?"
"I'm afraid they could," Jacob/Selmak confirmed. "There may be a way though," Jacob/Selmak offered.
"What do ya have in mind?" Bo asked, clamping down on the hope that tried to flare to life.
"I'll arrange for a meeting with General Hammond, he's in charge of Stargate command, we'll make a deal with the U.S. government. You'll answer any and all questions they might have, in exchange they will allow you to return home to your family as soon as possible. That is of course after we devise a cover story to explain why you disappeared for fifteen years without a word. You understand that unless they have the proper clearance, you'll never be able to tell your family the truth?"
"I understand that, I'll do whatever I have to if it'll get me home," Bo replied without a thought. "So how long do ya think it'll take to set it up?"
"It shouldn't take more than a few days, think you can wait that long?"
"I guess I can, after fifteen years, what's a few days?" Bo replied with a grin.
"In that case, I'll go get things started," Jacob/Selmak told him with an answering grin, before leaving to set things in motion.
TBC
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