Here's today's chapter! And the test I had this morning at 9am was easy! I finished it in 25 minutes...first one done again...
You guys probably don't really care about that though. You care about the chapter. So here it is. Things should be getting interesting in the next few chapters.
Elphie Muse: Darn tootin'!
So, while I go off and try to find my brain (it ran away from the test), go read the story and remember: I own nothing in this fic.
"Your sure it was a vision?" Fiyero asked. Barely ten minutes had passed since Sam told Elphaba about the dreams she had. They were all in the common room, a fire crackling softly in the fireplace. Glinda sat in one of the chairs, silent but observant.
"Yes," Elphaba said. "The way she described it sounds like symptoms similar to when I have a vision."
"How is that possible though?" Glinda asked.
"Well, she is our daughter," Fiyero murmured.
"Looks like I take after both of you," Sam said, lifting her head out of her hands.
"What do you mean by that?" Elphaba asked.
"I have the ability to have visions from you and…well I have this from him," she said, lifting the sleeves of her shirt.
"When did you get those?" Fiyero demanded, looking at the blue diamond tattoos on Sam's arms.
"They appeared after a spell was used to age me twenty years," Sam said, letting the sleeves fall. "They're also on my legs."
"Well, if we weren't sure you were our daughter before, this confirms it," he said. "Those tattoos appear only on someone of my line."
"I know were all happy that Samantha is officially your daughter, but how do we stop this vision from coming true?" Glinda asked.
Elphaba shrugged. "I don't think we can. The visions I've had all have come to pass," she said.
"They have?" Glinda asked.
Elphaba nodded. "A celebration throughout Oz that had to do with me, more specifically my death, and the house flying through the sky."
"We have to try and stop it," Sam said. "I can't…I won't be a host to one of those things. Not again."
"It's happened before?" Fiyero asked.
"Yes. Well…I was a host to an offshoot of the Goa'uld known as the Tok'ra. They basically oppose the Goa'uld philosophically even though their physiology is similar. The Tok'ra who possessed me was attacked by an assassin and gave her life to ensure that I'd live. It…it wasn't a pleasant experience."
"How so?" Glinda asked.
"I could feel myself speaking and moving, but the words and actions weren't mine. It's like someone tied strings on you and are dictating what you say and do; you have no control, whatsoever."
"And you still remember everything that you've done?" Elphaba asked, slightly disturbed at what Sam had gone through. Sam nodded.
"Sweet Oz!" Glinda exclaimed. "How did you stay sane?"
"My friends," she said.
"So these…Goa'uld are parasites?" Fiyero asked.
Sam nodded. "They enter through the back of the neck and wrap around the person's brain stem. Since the Tok'ra have a more symbiotic relationship they enter through the mouth."
"Wait a tik tok," Elphaba said. "If these things are parasites, then can't they infect different people?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Then how do we know one of us isn't a Goa'uld?" she asked.
"When the Tok'ra died, a rare protein marker was left in my blood. When I get near a Goa'uld or Tok'ra, I can sense them," Sam said. "And I haven't felt a presence of a Goa'uld in any of you."
"How do we know you're you though?" Glinda asked.
Sam shrugged. "I guess you don't. But I am me."
"We need to make sure you stay you," Elphaba said. "I'm not losing my daughter to some…parasitical megalomaniac."
"Any ideas on how to stop her?" Fiyero asked.
Sam shook her head. "None. And I don't want to endanger any of you either. You don't know what the Goa'uld are capable of."
"It's our choice Samantha," Elphaba said.
"I know it is," Sam began. "But if you get possessed, not only will the Goa'uld have access to all your memories and most private thoughts, it'll also cause a miscarriage," she explained.
Elphaba's arms unconsciously wrapped around her abdomen. "Sam, you're the only one here who can…sense these Goa'uld. What if you get compromised and we don't know about it until it's too late?" Fiyero asked.
"What about her friends?" Glinda suggested. "Perhaps they could help in some way. I mean, you've said you have encountered these hideoteous creatures before."
"I thought about bringing them here. But then the dreams …visions…whatever you want to call them, would be closer to coming true," she said.
"The choice is yours Samantha," Elphaba said. "But no matter what you choose, we'll stand behind your decision…as long as you're careful."
Sam smiled. "Thanks…Mom." She rose to her feet and left the room to go think.
Elphaba watched her leave, a faint smile on her face from being called "Mom". She shook herself out of her reverie and turned back to her husband and best friend. "She might be right. It could have been just a dream," she said.
"Do you really want to take that chance Fae?" Fiyero asked.
"If this Goa'uld thing really wants Samantha, I think it'll find a way no matter what we do," Glinda said. "Maybe…maybe she should go back to the other world until we've dealt with this thing."
Elphaba shook her head. "I doubt she'll let us do that."
"What makes you say that?" Fiyero asked.
Elphaba arched a brow at him. "She's our daughter for starters. Which means she has a stubborn streak as big as the Kells when it comes to things she believes in. She won't let us face this threat by ourselves."
"So again, how do we keep this possible vision from coming true?" Glinda asked.
Elphaba shrugged. "I've no idea. But I'll find a way. No one is hurting my family as long as I have breath with which to fight." Fiyero and Glinda saw the cold look of determination in Elphaba's eyes and wisely chose not to argue.
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Sam sat in her room, absently cleaning her P-90. Cameron had opted to leave the weapon behind, just in case Sam made a reappearance. Sam finished the mundane task and placed the gun down on her bed. She let out a slow breath and began wondering what she should do.
"So here you are," a familiar voice said.
Sam was instantly on her feet, the gun in hand. She pulled the safety off and aimed the barrel at Braedon. "Get the hell away from me," she snarled.
"Is that any way to treat an old friend?" he asked with a grin. "You will come back with me," he said in a low voice.
"Over my dead, decaying body," Sam snapped.
"Dead or alive, you are coming back with me," he stated.
Hathor has a sarcophagus…but how could it have gotten here? Sam realized. "I don't think so," Sam told him.
"You think you can kill me?"
Sam's finger tightened around the trigger and several rounds tore their way towards Braedon. She stared in shock when not one bullet hit him. "Crap," Sam muttered, noticing the hand device.
"Sam, you okay?" Fiyero asked, skidding to a halt in the room, Glinda and Elphaba directly behind him.
Braedon looked at them, a cruel smile on his face. "You will come with me," he said, beginning to raise his left hand.
Without thinking, Sam grabbed the sword at the foot of her bed and hurled the scabbard off. She then rammed it into Braedon up to the hilt. He turned and violently backhanded her. He reached behind him and pulled the weapon out.
"Pathetic," he laughed. He flung an energy wave at the three older adults and they slammed into the wall on the other side of the hall.
"You little…" Sam began as she got to her knees. She was cut off when Braedon held the hand device out and activated it. Sam's face contorted in pain, the energy stream flowing into her mind.
Elphaba lifted her head. Her eyes widened in horror. "Samantha!" she screamed.
A figure suddenly hurled himself at Braedon and tackled him away. Sam crumpled to the ground, her breathing slightly ragged. Elphaba crawled back into the room and next to her daughter. A shot suddenly rang out and everyone looked up.
"Now that is a dead Goa'uld," a familiar voice said.
"Cam…Cameron? Daniel? Teal'c?" Sam asked in confusion, wondering if she was seeing things.
"Hey Carter. Long time no see," Cameron said with a grin.
They're ba-ack! I told you things would start to pick up. Now go review while you wait for the next chapter. Please? If you're still reading this you aren't reviewing...review I say! I am watching you, you know...but I'll stop if you review.
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