Surviving the Line of Duty Chapter 1
By Wearenotagoauld
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Stargate SG-1, MGM does. If I owned Stargate, I would have lots of money and could write these fanfics all day.
Summary: AN AU of "In the Line of Duty" that I am hoping will develop into a series of fanfics in this AU. Later in the story and series the main and only pairing will be Sam/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash.
A/N: SPOILER: Jolinar WILL NOT die! Also for the purpose of this fic, Jolinar's previous assignment that led to her being in the Nasyan man was in the domain of Nirrti and ended with her capture by Nirrti and her eventual escape to Nasya.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe for violence, language, possible intimate situations and other possible PG-13 material.
Note: text in italics is symbiote/host communication. Text in Bold is the symbiote using the dual-flanged voice of the symbiote to speak.
General POV
A peaceful, primitive village lies on the beach of a lake. The village would be peaceful, except for the screams of panicked villagers and the explosions resulting from Goa'uld staff cannon fire unleashed by several Goa'uld Death Gliders flying overhead.
The planet's Stargate was active with an outgoing wormhole to Earth while several SG team members including Doctor Daniel Jackson and Teal'c alternate between shooting at the death gliders and helping panicking villagers to the Stargate. Captain Samantha Carter and Colonel Jack O'Neill are moving towards the Stargate, O'Neill holding a child protectively in his arms when Carter detours slightly to help an injured Nasyan man lying prone on the sandy beach. Carter removes her helmet in preparation for CPR as O'Neill moves past her with the child, shouting as he goes by, "Let's go, Captain. Those gliders are coming back around!" Carter replies, "This man's alive!" as she checked the man for a pulse. O'Neill retorted "Cannot wait", putting the tone of command and forcefulness into his voice. One of the Death Gliders fires again as it speeds past the Stargate where Daniel is on the stone stairs, ducking to avoid the staff cannon fire.
After the Death Glider passes the Stargate, he stands and beckons the frightened Nasyans remaining on the planet, "Okay, come on, come on. Don't panic, we'll have you out of here in a minute". As O'Neill approaches the Stargate, he calls out "Teal'c" who immediately takes the boy from O'Neill's arms. O'Neill tells Teal'c, "I gotta go back for Carter" before running back down the beach towards Carter. As the villagers continue to disappear into the safety of the Stargate, Daniel heads for two Nasyans, one who is unconscious and bearing bad burns, calling to the Nasyan supporting the injured villager, "Go, go I got him…medic! He's alive, but I think he's gonna wish he wasn't. Let's get him outta here." Daniel and the medic then carry the man to the Stargate.
Jolinar's POV: Five Minutes Earlier….
Nirrti had come…that much was obvious from the Death Gliders raining fire upon my host Quinta's village. Honestly I was surprised she had not come sooner, it had been months since I and Rosha had arrived on Nasya, badly injured and Quinta had offered himself to me as a host. So in the months following I had not taken control, allowing Quinta to live his life peacefully with his wife. The quiet time also allowed me to heal my injuries sustained when Nirrti tortured and experimented on me. Despite the pain I endured, I can remember many memories of my time imprisoned by Nirrti:
Flashback
Two of Nirrti's Jaffa had strapped me and Rosha into a strange machine and I was unable to resist as Nirriti had given us drugs that reduced the strength of the symbiote and host. Nirrti drifted closer "I am so glad that I have found a Tok'ra to experiment on. We are going to be making some modifications to your code of life Jolinar…and if you survive the process…something that very few have…it could help bring me out of hiding and into the elite of the System Lords." "And if you survive the procedure you will die by the power of the Hara'Kesh." Of course being Tok'ra the courtesy of being sedated was withdrawn from us. This meant that we felt an immense amount of pain as Nirrti's strange machine performed its changes on us.
For months we were pricked and prodded, injected with chemicals that I remembered Nirrti called "hormone inducers" and worse of all were the physical changes, a few months into my imprisonment my body began to convulse and horrible pains erupted inside my body. Rosha was also affected, as my convulsions also affected her spinal cord, pushing on her bones and organs. When the pain stopped, and I tested my body by moving it, I was shocked to find that my body now extended all the way down to just above Rosha's legs. When Nirriti scanned us with a healing device, she was delighted by what she found.
She later planned to have her Jaffa kill us, however to Rosha's and my shock, the transformation I was put through had restored my strength. Channeling it into Rosha allowed us to overpower a Jaffa who was taking us back to our cell where we would be killed. However, as we fled Nirrti's base, Rosha was hit directly by a staff cannon blast, and we barely were able to dial the Stargate to Nasya and stumble through. There we were found by Quinta, who kindly offered himself to me as a host. Rosha, whose mortal injuries were too great for me to heal, insisted I leave her so that I could get the valuable intelligence to the Tokra. Reluctantly and grieving for Rosha, I had Quinta kiss me, and transferred myself to him, letting Rosha die.
Jolinar's POV Five Minutes Earlier
As I lay dormant, especially when Quinta and his wife were intimate with each other, I grieved for Rosha, wanting more than anything to be back with Rosha and within the warm embrace of my mates, Martouf and Lantash. Had they moved on and found other mates? NO. Surely they would not have moved on. It had been only a few months and Martouf and Lantash and I had been on longer infiltrations and long-term missions than this one. I brushed the errant worrying thoughts aside and calmed myself. I needed to focus. Nirrti was attacking and there was still an Ashrak on the loose, it could be a critical error to lose focus now. A strange group of humans had come a few days ago, beginning negotiations to set up a joint research outpost with the Nasyans. Now they had returned and were helping the Nasyans evacuate.
As Quinta moved with the crowd of panicking Nasyans towards the Chappa'ai, I could see another Nasyan approaching. But something was wrong, terribly wrong. This Nasyan was not terrified, not running in the same direction as the others, but walking straight towards me his eyes locked dead onto mine, a vicious smile on his face. In an instant, a horrible realization hit me…It was the Ashrak, having done exactly what I had done, blending into the natives by taking a Nasyan as a host. For the first time in a while, I projected a thought to Quinta "run Quinta, run, it is the Ashrak and he is going to kill us both!" However my host was unused to combat and was frozen in place, unable to move due to fear. "I am sorry for this" I said as I took control from him forcefully but the Ashrak was in front of us and he opened his hand, revealing a Hara'Kesh. Before I could act, it emitted a beam that swept over my head revealing my prone form wrapped around Quinta's spinal cord. Smiling in triumph, the Ashrak willed the Hara'Kesh to emit a different beam, causing me to scream out, both in my mind and through Quinta's mouth, while Quinta screamed out in his head, his pain and suffering radiating in waves through the thin neural filaments that partially connected my brain and his brain.
Dimly through the pain I could hear the Ashrak say, in the dual-flanged tone of a symbiote, "Kree shak, Jolinar. By decree of the Goa'uld System Lords, you will die…." But before he could finish, the pain of the Hara'Kesh vanished and an explosion and extreme heat hit the front of Quinta/Jolinar, pushing them to the ground. "Quinta?" I called, then with worry and horror in my voice. "Quinta?" All I got was a faint reply. "I am sorry dear one that I could not carry you all the way home to the Tok'ra."
Feeling Quinta begin to slip away, I frantically began to pour energy into healing his massive burns and injuries. "No, don't say it. We can still make it out alive, just hold on while I heal you…Quinta?" But I could no longer feel his mind or hear his thoughts as he fell unconscious. Realizing that he was too injured for me to heal, I shoved my grief over my temporary host's death aside, realizing that while I was still alive, I could not move Quinta's body and I would most likely die . I suddenly realized that I could still hear the sounds of battle through Quinta, staff weapon fire, explosions, screams of Nasyans, and the calls of the visiting humans as they helped the Nasyans evacuate. Then closer I head a faintly familiar male voice call out, "Let's go Captain. Those gliders are coming back around!" Then a female voice replied, "This man's alive!" The man, apparently the highest ranking of the humans, ordered "Cannot wait". Just as I had resigned myself to the fact that I would die I felt a mouth brush against Quinta's mouth. Could it be? But then the mouth lifted away…and then returned, this time staying there. Making my decision, I began to stretch my body in preparation to leave Quinta's body. "Goodbye Quinta" I said, in my final farewell to the sweet, caring man who had willingly given himself as a host and asked nothing in return. In one decisive move, I reached one of Quinta's arms around the back of the person's head and tightly gripped their head. I ripped my head away from the upper part of Quinta's spinal cord, painfully breaking the neural connections that partially blended me to Quinta. I then used my powerful jaws to break through the soft tissue at the back of Quinta's mouth and uncoiling my now incredibly long body, sent it thrusting through Quinta's mouth and into the mouth of the person that had offered themself to me. Once there, I bit through the soft tissue at the back of the throat and began winding myself around the spinal cord while extending new neural filaments into my new host's brain.
Almost immediately memories and the sensations of having a host body rushed into me as I took control of my new host and my eyes flashed. My host was female, she was called Samantha Carter, a member of a secret organization called Stargate Command, and they opposed the Goa'uld with an amazing amount of success for a race so young and primitive. But the most incredible fact was that the team my host belonged to, SG-1 had recently blown up two Goa'uld motherships that had attacked their home world Earth. Earth! These humans were of the Tau'ri, the long-lost First World!
I was disturbed by the realization that there was still danger nearby when I opened my eyes and realized that my mouth was still against Quinta's mouth. As I raised my head, I could hear and see the Death Gliders still strafing the village, or what was left of it, with staff cannon fire. Unsurprisingly, literally only a few seconds had passed on Nasya when minutes had seemed to pass while I was absorbing some of the memories of Samantha Carter. I now realized that my host was frantically trying to retake control and was screaming at me. "Get out of my head you filthy Goa'uld!" Swallowing back the anger and disgust that came with the insulting term I replied in a civil tone. "I am not a Goa'uld!" "Well, you have taken me as an unwilling host; you are not allowing me to take control and you have not given me any choice in the matter; yep I believe you personify a Goa'uld" my host retorted sarcastically. I was about to reply when a familiar voice called out, "Carter! We've got to go!" I ignored my new host's complaints; acting dazed I searched my host's memory for this man. I easily located him, Colonel Jack O'Neill, also a member of SG-1, Samantha's superior, and the second in command of Stargate Command. Seeing the blood from my exit from Quinta, O'Neill, looking worried, asked "You all right?" Acting like I was Samantha, I replied, "yeah". O'Neill, thinking Quinta was still alive, began to pick him up, saying "Let's get him outta here, come on." Realizing the evidence that I had been in Quinta was still on his body, I grimly stopped him. "Dead! Had some kind of seizure. Bit his own tongue." Abandoning Quinta, O'Neill headed for the still active Stargate. I followed, knowing that I would not be able to get away and that I still wanted to leave Samantha so that I could later return to the Tok'ra.
After the freezing, stinging cold trip through the wormhole, I found myself walking down a metal ramp away from the Stargate. A bald headed, man who was obviously giving orders through the chaos that surrounded the room; medics rushing everywhere, carrying Nasyans on streachers or helping them walk out of the drab, tall grey room the Chappa'ai was housed in. "Lock it up!" the man, who I identified as General George Hammond from Samantha's memories, ordered a man sitting behind a window above in what appeared to be a control room. As I watched, a metal barrier covered the event horizon of the Stargate completely. "Carter? You okay?" O'Neill asked. "Yeah, fine . Thanks", I replied.
As I scanned the room, I realized how badly I had messed this mission up. I had broken the Tok'ras most sacred law by unknowingly taking an unwilling host. The Ash'raks location was unknown, and between his symbiote's natural healing ability and the self-healing device he possessed, he would be able to fully heal himself and continue his pursuit of me.
Shit.
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