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'Your neck and throat will heal eventually', doctor Fraiser says while she comes back with some sort of gel. 'Just make sure that you rub this gel onto the wounds for 7 days starting tonight.' Sam looks around the infirmary and just takes in her surroundings. The familiar dark walls of the facility are looming all around her. She feels safe within the mountain and now even more so than ever. The last two weeks have left their mark onto the Airforce captain and she feel calm and confident once again. 'I still can't believe you did what you did', the woman whom she claims as her dearest friend whispers. 'That must have been traumatic.' Sam looks down at her hands and Janet takes it as a sign that she doesn't want to talk. But Sam has to talk. Her feelings are all over the place and she needs to make sense of them. 'That's just it Janet', Sam starts to tell. 'Perhaps at first it bothered me. The first time was survival. It was Lantash of those murderous women. Of course I knew him back then as Lord Heka.' Janet hands her a cup of water and she takes a sip. 'It didn't made sense and it doesn't make sense now, but my blending with Jolinar played at least some part during those weeks. When I was with him everything just went blank and I wanted him Janet. I WANTED him', Sam sighs. 'And now everything is a mess because he isn't a Goa'uld and he is here and I just don't know what to do…'
Voices can be heard all of the sudden and they are shouting at each other. The voice of colonel O'Neill is mocking the hesitant voice of Martouf. Sam feels a pang of sympathy towards the friendly, calm man. She gets off the bed and heads towards the door when after some silence the deep voice of Lantash rings through the hallway. Sam makes her way up to the briefing room. However, she is stopped in the doorframe while looking stunned at the scene in front of her. On the left side is colonel O'Neill standing angrily while leaning with his hands on the table. On the other side is the Tok'ra sitting in a chair looking calmy at the man before him. He isn't at least impressed with the macho stand of O'Neill, which only infuriates the officer even more. At the head of the table sits General Hammond looking at the two of them with surprise. At his left side, in the corner, are Daniel and Teal'c. It looks like they are placing bets with just the two them, guessing who is going to cave first.
It's that exact moment general Hammond notices Sam and decides to call the fighting gentlemen to order. They look at the door and see the captain standing there. 'Oh please, don't stop on my account', she says while she walks over towards Daniel and Teal'c. 'I want to place a bet on Martouf and Lantash.' 'Hey!', O'Neill's voice sounds hurt. 'Are you really betting on the snake? Where is your loyalty captain?' Sam shrugs and sits down in one of the empty chairs. 'I know whom you're facing, colonel. You don't stand a chance.' O'Neill open his mouth again but he is swiftly silenced by general Hammond. 'Sit down colonel! Let us begin with who you are good sir.'
'It's easy, sir. He is a snake', O'Neill stated before Martouf can answer the general.
'No, he is not. He is Tok'ra and we're talking about a symbiote in a symbiotic relationship with his host', Daniel replies.
'So he is a snake.'
'No, he is not.'
'Is so and he is evil.'
'He is symbiote and he is good.'
'So, he is a good snake?'
'Symbiote'
'Friendly?'
'Possibly'
'Allies?'
'Could be'
'So, good friendly, possible allied snake?'
'Gentlemen! Will you please let the Tok'ra answer a few questions? I'm tired of listening to the bickering and I'm sure our newfound friend wants to leave this planet and go about his day!', General Hammond slams a fist of the table and the two humans are silenced immediately. '
Martouf sighs annoyed and Lantash takes over. 'We are Tok'ra and ….'
Sam is deep in thought looking over some mysterious object SG-5 brought back from a mission. The two weeks apparently haven't gone by quietly here at the base. The captain's table is stacked with papers, objects and empty coffee mugs. It's obvious some scientists had tried to take over all the work the captain had left behind but they hadn't done a very good job at it. She could literally pick up her notes from two weeks ago and continue at the point where she had left it. She feels him before she sees him. Martouf and Lantash stroll into her office looking restless. She knows they want to go back to their base and report to their superiors. 'You can almost leave, Martouf. The general is just finishing up some paperwork and then you can go.' It's funny how she knows it's the host who is in charge but she just started to talk without even looking really hard. 'You can tell who's in charge. The bond with Jolinars remnants are getting stronger', Martouf replies with that irritating charming smile of his. He looks over some objects clearly in conversation with Lantash and Sam waits patiently for them to finish whatever they are talking about. 'I'm sorry', Martouf suddenly says and he looks up a bit shyly and smiles. Sam is hooked. Those eyes, that smile, she just stops thinking. 'Lantash and I are finding ourselves in disagreement and that doesn't happen very often.' The captain doesn't want to push the matter any further and starts to make her way towards the door. She is however stopped dead in her tracks when she hears Martouf saying: 'I want to kiss you, but Lantash is hesitant. Which is rare because normally he is the passionate one.' Stunned and barely able to speak Sam turns around and finds Martouf is standing almost toe to toe with her. 'May I call you Samantha? Such a beautiful name doesn't deserve to be shortened.' She can only nod while she is drowning in those blue eyes. Martouf smiles, obviously amused by the situation. 'You were so defiant as a slave. But now you can't even form normal words. May I kiss you?' Still utterly silenced the woman just nods her head. Then his lips are on hers. Sweet and soft. He is tasting her lips while he holds her like she is made of porcelain. Sam's hands are touching his cheeks, carefully not to make the wrong movement. The kiss lasts a few seconds when something changes. 'Back off Martouf. If you're going to kiss her you might as well do it properly.' The porcelain touch of Martouf is changing when Lantash is gripping Sam's hips with the strength of hugging polar bear. Immediately Sam's hands move up from their face and lock around their neck. The gentle kiss also changes into a deepened, passionate exchange of tongues. For a few minutes they are completely lost in each other's embrace oblivious of their surroundings.
'Sam the general is ready and the Tok'ra can…' With those words still on his lips Daniel bursts into the lab. He looks at them for a mere moment before turning around and dashing out of the room. Lantash smiles against Sam lips and slowly pulls free from her embrace. 'Do you Tauri just always run into each other labs?'. Before Sam can answer they hear Daniel shouting: 'No we are a very prude race and very private. I'm so sorry, Sam, for bursting in but our guests can leave whenever they want to. If they want to'. The last sentence is just a mutter, but Sam and Lantash can still hear him because he is just around the corner. 'Well I guess we go to gate room then.', Sam utters a bit stunned once more.
