Rays of sun seeped brightly through the curtains in her bedroom window. Martouf stood to open the curtains, allowing all the warmth to flow through. "It is a beautiful day my love." He said to her. She sighed, not making any attempt to get out of bed. "What is the matter?"

"Martouf, this past week has been so amazing." She sat up as he came down beside her. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ears and smiled warmly.

"I know my love. You have shown me many things that I now believe I will never see such wonders in other worlds. So then why do you seem as though you are not feeling all too well. Has your nausea returned, are you feeling lightheaded?" he began to worry.

"No, no. It's not that, its just… The Tok'ra will be coming today."

"And?"

"And, that's it. You'll leave and I'll just go back to feeling empty again. It'll be business as usual."

"Have we not told you a thousand times that we will remain here with you? We made a promise never to leave you. We are men of our words Samantha."

"It's not about you, or me, or us. It's about the Tok'ra-Earth alliance. If they want you to go back with them…"

"Then they will have to suffer, because nothing could make me leave your side."

"Promise me."

"I promise I will never leave you my love."

"Sir! They're coming in fast!"

"Dial the gate Breker!"

"Yes Sir! Aarrghhh!"

"Breker! Man down! Lt, pick him up, let's go people move it!"

"I'm sorry Colonel, but there was nothing we could do for him. He'd already lost too much blood."

"Thanks Doc, you did your best." Colonel Reynolds sat next to his friend's bed with his head in his hands. Not only had Breker been a damn good second in command, but he'd been a damn good friend as well. All the heroics and countless dangerous missions had left the man with nothing to show for his efforts. Survived only by his younger sister, he had no other family to mourn him. No other family that is except for his team. Major Brooks would now be taking Breker's place as second in command of SG-3. But Reynold's would still have to find an additional member for his team. Having to replace his friend and colegue so soon after his death made him feel like scum.

"He was a good friend of yours." Reynolds was shocked and brought back to the present, standing before him was a man he knew only by reputation.

"Ahh yeah. Yeah, we go way back."

"It is difficult to lose someone you care for. Even more difficult knowing that you have no other choice but to move on without them."

"I take it you go through this sort of thing a lot, what with you being a Tok'ra and all."

"I suppose. Though I don't really remember any specific incident."

"Right. I heard you have amnesia or something. Word travels fast around here. You're Carter's guy right, the one that's been in a coma the past couple of months?"

"Was it that long? Lantash should have healed me sooner than that." i \I am sorry my friend, I meant nothing by it.\

/It is alright, I know that./

\Perhaps the zar'tac technology was far more damaging that we had initially guessed it to be\ /i

"You know you guys are lucky to have each other. Everyone here's pretty shocked at her little turn-around since you and the baby. It's like she's happy for once. Breker, you know he never really found that i one /i . He was pretty focused on his job here, I don't think he would've let anything get in the way of that. And now look where it got him, shot down by some blind follower worshipping those bastard goa'uld. Tell you what though, those assholes are gonna pay for what they did to him."

"The feeling is mutual. The Goa'uld are ruthless murderers, pillagers, and who knows what other atrocities they are responsible for throughout the universe. I would have nothing more than to one day see them all on their knees begging for mercy."

"Hey, I'll drink to that." Martouf and Reynolds took a moment to sit in silence, staring at the stiffened body of Major Greker: friend, brother, hero. "Guess I better get going if I'm gonna talk to his sister. It was nice to finally meet you, Martouf right?"

"Pleasure meeting you as well…"

"Colonel Reynolds, but call me Mike."

"Receiving Tok'ra IDC Sir."

"Open the iris, responded General Hammond."

"You ready?" Sam asked as Lantash took control.

"I am. Are you?"

"Heh. No." He took her hand in his and kissed it softly. Just as he did so three figures walked through the event horizon, Jacob, Lyna, and Anise. "God, why did i she /i have to come?" she said under a hushed tone. The couple walked down to greet their visitors. Jacob quickly ran to his daughter and took her in for a huge hug.

"Sammy sweatie, how are you doing?"

"I'm great Dad, yourself?"

"Better now that I know you're ok. Martouf, Lantash, how are you? Glad to see you up and about, you guys gave us quite a scare there." Lantash tilted his head in confusion as the old man greeted them. "O..kay."

"Dad, they have amnesia."

"What?"

"What is amnesia, Major Carter?" Freya asked.

"It means that they don't remember anything. Well, they remember some things, just not a lot."

"You say they both have it?" As far Lyna was concerned, she had never heard of any Tok'ra symbiote or host as having suffered from a loss of memory.

"Yes."

"I am however remembering small fragments, more and more each day."

"I think we should discuss this more in the briefing." Suggested General Hammond.

Sam sat between her father and Martouf, one hand on her growing belly, the other entwined with her love's hand beneath the table. She sat silently, fearful of what may come of the briefing.

Anise - "Upon further research of the zar'tac technology, we have reason to believe that two blasts from a zat'nika'tel proves to be an effective means of removing the programming. A single blast is ineffective…"

Jacob – "But apparently you short circuit the thing with the culmination of energy from both the first and second blast. Sammy you saved his life by doing what you did." He said as he looked at his daughter. Her heart lifted at hearing her father's words. For so long she had blamed herself for his death, any unhappiness she felt was brought about only by her. She was disgusted with herself, thinking she had killed the two people she loved and cared for more than anything else.

Lyna – "We did not; however, account for the loss of memory. Although, we assumed that a minute amount of brain damage would occur, but the effects appear to be only temporary. I would not be surprised to see that your memory returns to you in full."

Martouf – "And if it doesn't?"

Lyna – "Then it will be a long process of rebuilding and restrengthening the connections in your brain that you had lost. Both the healing and memory devices would be essential. But there is also a risk of building new connections that may negatively affect your memory."

Fraiser – "In other words he would end up remembering things that didn't actually happen?"

Lyna – "Yes. His memories would be severely flawed."

Fraiser – "That's amazing, that you can rebuild neural pathways."

Lyna – "Theoretically you know it to be possible Doctor Fraiser, however you have not yet developed that sort of technology. The Tok'ra on the other hand, have."

Sam – "So what happens now?"

Selmak – "Now that Martouf and Lantash are healed, with a few minor exceptions, they will return with us to the…"

Lantash – "No." Everyone in the room, except Sam, looked to him with shock. O'Neil didn't think he liked where it was heading. As happy as he was that Martouf and Lantash were alive, and for Sam's new found happiness, he wasn't sure he could stand the heartache on a daily basis. And it occurred to him, he would also have to deal with Lantash's arrogant and smug attitude.

Selmak – "Lantash…"

Martouf – "With all do respect High Councellor, but what Lantash meant is that we have no intention of leaving Samantha."

Selmak – "With all do respect Martouf," he retorted, "but I don't think you have any say in the matter." / i I am sorry Jacob, but you know his place is with us. He is far too important an operative /

\I know Sel, I just wish it didn't have to be that way.\ /i

Hammond – "To tell you the truth Jake, I have no objection to it."

O'Neil – "General?"

Hammond – "The Tok'ra already have one of our own serving as a liaison amongst them. It's only fair, as far as the alliance is concerned, that we have one of your people helping us out here. If Martouf and Lantash want to volunteer for the position I have no objection to it."

Jacob – "If it's alright George, I still have to ask the higher ups on this one. The council has to agree to it."

Hammond – "Fine by me. In the meantime, I'll look for a team to place Martouf and Lantash in.