Surviving the Line of Duty

Chapter 2

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: A 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 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. Text in '' are human or symbiote thoughts.

Sam's POV: Flashback

I raced across the beach and reached the injured man lying prone on the beach, taking off my helmet to perform CPR more effectively. As I did, Colonel O'Neill ran past carrying a child yelling at me as he did so. "Let's go Captain. Those gliders are coming back around!" "This man's alive!" I argued back. "Cannot wait!" the Colonel replied with more force.

I began doing chest compressions on the Nasyan man, trying to ignore the looming death in the form of the Death Gliders strafing the beach with staff cannon fire. I listened for breathing, finding none I then breathed into his mouth. I repeated, listening for breathing then breathing into him when suddenly the man reached up with one hand, gripping the back of my head with an incredibly strong grip, holding us mouth to mouth. As I struggled frantically to escape I hear a horrifyingly familiar squealing noise and something slippery rushed from the man's mouth into mine, and a fiery pain exploded at the back of my throat. As I continued to struggle against the man's iron grip, the being continued to slip into my mouth and I coul feel a wriggling as the being moved through the hole it has created into my body.

After a few seconds, it ended, the man's grip slackened to nothing and I was able to break free but as I did so I suddenly lost control of my body and I felt a slight heat in my face as my eyes glowed. Horrified I realized the being that had just entered me was a symbiote. I had been possessed by a Goa'uld! I frantically began to attempt to seize control of my body again, pushing at the entity in my brain that was the Goa'uld. "Get out of my head you filthy Goa'uld!" Shockingly I could feel her disgust and anger at the term as the symbiote angrily replied, "I am not a Goa'uld!" I sarcastically replied, "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."

Now the Goa'uld ignored me, instead focusing on using my memories to identify the Colonel, who ran up to me and said, "Carter! We've got to go!" Then upon running up to me and seeing something on my face, he asked "You all right?" Impersonating me, the Goa'uld said to the Colonel, "yeah." The Colonel began to pick up the Nasyan that had previously hosted the Goa'uld that had now taken over me but the Goa'uld stopped him. "Dead! Had some kind of seizure. Bit his own tongue." The Colonel headed for the Stargate at a run and the Goa'uld followed. At this point I began to panic even more, fighting the iron grip that had control of my body. I could not allow a Goa'uld to infiltrate Stargate Command. Considering how long it took us to find out Charles Kawalsky had been infected with a larval, immature Goa'uld, it could be even harder to find it this time. I frantically pushed against the mental barriers of the Goa'uld while screaming at it to leave my body but to no avail. I had failed. A Goa'uld had infiltrated Stargate Command.

Jolinar's POV: Present Time

Immediately after the metal barrier the Tau'ri called the iris had closed over the Stargate's event horizon and the Stargate had disengaged, General Hammond demanded, "What the hell happened Colonel? It was supposed to be regular negotiations with the Nasyans over the details of the research outpost and suddenly you have Death Gliders all over the place?" "There was no warning sir" replied Colonel O'Neill. "One minute everything was peaceful and the next Death Gliders were all over the place. One thing is for sure, the Nasyans can't go back there. The Death Gliders toasted the place."

General Hammond spent a moment processing the recent development, then came to a decision. "Debriefing then post- mission medical" he ordered. Everyone trooped out of the Embarkation Room, as it was called in Samantha's memory, handing our weapons to two guards, or SFs as we left. SG-1 and SG-5 walked to the briefing room, a long room close to the Embarkation Room. Along the way, Dr. Jackson had managed to acquire several folders of mission papers. To my surprise, my host had realized the futility of fighting against a symbiote's control and had stopped fighting, remaining silent for the moment, at least.

Once we were all seated, General Hammond said, "Dr. Jackson please brief us on the Nasyans please." Daniel stood up, and began speaking, handing out folders as he did so. "There hadn't been any Goa'uld interference on this planet for over three centuries. The Nasyans are a…were a peaceful people. They were eager to form an alliance and aid us in setting up a research outpost. There was no warning this attack was coming. We hadn't even spotted the mothership by the time the Gliders assaulted the village."

General Hammond asked, "It's not normal for the Goa'ulds to suddenly just show up and wipe out peaceful people for no apparent reason, is it?" "In the past there was usually some reason, most often they seem to attack civilizations that are advancing to a point where their technology could be a threat, but that wasn't the case here" Daniel explained. 'Perhaps because I was there', I wondered. 'Nirrti had expended a considerable amount of resources to hunt me down.' O'Neill had a similar view. "Maybe they found out we were there", he said. 'Unlikely', I thought. 'Despite destroying two motherships, which was a feat in itself, they were still too small of a threat to the System Lords to cause them to track the Tau'ri on all the worlds they visited.'

"Daniel responded, "Well how could they know? Or more importantly, why did this particular Goa'uld care?" O'Neill retorted with pride in his voice, "They might have been a little concerned because we just kicked the crap out of Apophis." 'I snorted, ONeill's statement was approaching cockiness, but it was the exact attitude I had had when I was early in my rebellion against the System Lords.' "Well the truth is we still understand very little about their society." 'Now that was a statement that I slightly agreed with. If the Tau'ri ever were able to meet with the Tokra, Anise would certainly be interested in Dr. Jackson. I smirked at the thought of Anise pairing up.'

The Jaffa, Teal'c, spoke up. "I have seen the Goauld wipe out entire civilizations—no reason, simply because it gave them pleasure." "So what, Nasya was just next on the list? Part of me wishes it was that simple, but I don't want to underestimate them." 'Smart man, I thought approvingly. A group that is serious about fighting the Goa'uld should never underestimate them or think them weak. Now was the time to give them a different perspective.' "Maybe their reasons just weren't made apparent to you, Teal'c. I mean, you are just a Jaffa." Samantha chose that moment to momentarily come out of her self-imposed mental silence, "Too roughly spoken Goa'uld, I am a scientist, I do not think like that and I have never spoken to my friends like that." Seeing their startled reactions and knowing my host was right, I covered up by saying, "All…all I meant was that Apophis wouldn't necessarily have explained everything to Teal'c even if he was First Prime. Would he?" "That is true" Teal'c agreed, to my satisfaction.

Daniel said, "I agree with Sam. I think we have to assume the Goa'uld are more complex as a society than we're giving them credit for." The better you understand the enemy the better prepared you are in conflict", I remarked. O'Neill looked surprised at my statement. 'Did he suspect something was wrong with Samantha?' Daniel on the other hand, looked pleased. "Exactly." General Hammond spoke up, "What's the status of the Nasyan survivors?" "Well, we managed to rescue 237 people", Daniel replied. "The critically burned and some of the overflow our infirmary couldn't handle were transferred to the Air Force Academy hospital. The rest are awaiting relocation." "Proceed", General Hammond approved, beginning to bring the briefing to an end. Daniel however, spoke up again, "Sir, I think it's important to try and find the reason why Nasya became a Goa'uld target." "Agreed. But relocation is the first priority. I'm assigning the three new SG teams 10 through 12 to coordinate with you. Dismissed."

And with that the meeting is over. I followed Colonel ONeill's lead, picking up the folders I was given, but before I could leave the table, the Colonel stopped me. "Oh, Carter, I hate to be a nag about this but ol' Doc Frasier says you haven't been checked out yet?" "I'll go right now", I replied. "Wouldn't want to break post-mission protocol, right, Colonel?" I slugged his shoulder, but as I walked away, I saw him hesitate for a moment. 'Does he suspect something?'

I walked into a nearly empty infirmary, the domain of Samantha's close friend, Doctor Janet Fraiser. "Hi Janet!" I greet her, trying to appear happy and in a light mood. "I'm here for my post-mission checkup." Janet smilee, and then indicatee a bed. "Just sit over there while I gather some things", she said. A moment later she reappeared with gloved hands, and began checking around my host's neck, obviously checking for an entry mark caused by a Goa'uld entering. Of course, because Tok'ra enter through the mouth, there would be no signs of Samantha being my host.

I began to get a little anxious when Janet checked the glands under Samantha's jaw, then pulled out a tongue depressor. "All right, open", Janet said, shining a flashlight in my mouth when I did so. 'Damn.' I think. I had been hoping she would not check the mouth. Of course, the dreaded question comes. "You had a sore throat lately?" I quickly came up with the most logical answer. A little, why?" "There's a small abrasion back there", Janet said. "I have to do a swab." Janet opened a package, taking out a cotton q-tip. "And open." I fight the urge to gag, and lose, when she takes a sample from the inside of Samantha's mouth. Immediately, I realized how bad this is for me staying undetected. The tests that will be performed on the swab will show skin samples of a symbiote from my entry. I am distracted from my musings by Janet. "Cassandra's been asking about you." "Cassandra…" I say, checking Samantha's memories for this Cassandra. 'That was it..Cassandra was Janet's adopted daughter from off world. She had been experimented on by Nirrti!' "….Yeah, I've been so busy lately", I say. "She understands," Janet said. "Okay! You just let me know if it gets worse."

"I'm free to go out tomorrow, though, right?" I ask. "We're searching for possible relocation sites for the Nasyans." "Sure. Cassandra's gonna be at the hospital with me tomorrow, so why don't you stop by and spend a little time with her first, you know, if you can." 'Damn, Cassandra has Naquadah in her blood, that meant that there was a chance she could detect my body inside Samantha. But it was a risk I would have to take.' "I will." "Okay."

I went to Samantha's quarters and sat on her bed. Reaching out with my mind to my host, I speak to her, "Samantha…are you there?" "Well obviously…it is still my body you have taken." I could feel several emotions like anger, fear, and hatred coming off Samantha in waves. Perhaps Samantha and I could become friends. There was no reason why the Tau'r and the Tok'ra should not become allies. "I am dearly sorry for this Samantha, now I will tell you who I am and why I ended up mistakenly taking you as a host." As I spoke, I showed my memories of what I am speaking of to Samantha to show her truly who I am, in the hopes that, at the very least, she will not hate me or we can even become friends.

"My name is Jolinar of Malkshur and I am a member of the rebel Goa'uld organization called the Tok'ra. Years ago I was a minor Goa'uld under-lord serving under the System Lord Cronus. After my encounter with the great Queen Egeria, I began to doubt the ways of the Goa'uld, becoming more and more sympathetic to Egeria and her cause. Egeria believed that taking hosts against their will was wrong. She spawned the Tok'ra movement, a group of symbiotes that while biologically identical to the Goa'uld differ in beliefs."

At this point, I was interrupted by Samantha, her voice oddly enough starting to become friendly. "And when you mean spawned, you mean literally spawned, right?" "Of course. Most symbiotes are asexual, but queens are different. They can produce hundreds to thousands of symbiotes per batch. Queen symbiotes can fertilize their own eggs, but to ensure genetic compatibility for blending, the queen symbiote needs the code of life of the targeted species." "This is usually obtained…sexually through the hosts." "Okay…too much information."

"Going back on topic…as time went on I became more and more sympathetic to Egeria and the Tok'ra cause, until I finally defected and attempted to overthrow Cronus in the Battle of Malkshur. I failed but managed to do some damage to his domain and fled to the Tok'ra, swearing an oath to never take another unwilling host and to do my best to help oppose the Goa'uld."

"So if you swore to never take another unwilling host, then why did you take me?" Samantha's voice was no longer tinged with anger, resentment or hatred, just curiosity. I sighed. "I am sorry Samantha…when you pressed your mouth to my previous host's mouth, I thought you knew who I was and were offering yourself as a host. Tok'ra transfer from host to host by kissing the next host, because we do not like to leave the entry scar on our host's neck."

"So…how did you end up in the Nasyan man?" Samantha inquired. "During a mission I and my previous host Rosha were captured by the System Lord Nirrti. We were held for several months, during which time Nirrti performed genetic experiments on me, causing my body to be slightly altered, however I am not sure how. We were able to escape, though at the cost of Rosha's life. We managed to reach Nasya, where Quinta offered himself to me as a host, and Rosha died. I had been there for several months before you and the others arrived. I could not ask Quinta to leave his home to help me get back to the Tok'ra, so I waited for a traveler to come along that I could request help from."

"Samantha, if you do not want to remain my host, I promise that when we get to the Tok'ra I will find a new host for myself and leave you as soon as possible." "Thank you Jolinar…and I forgive you…I just do not know if I am willing to share my body with someone else, even a Tok'ra." "Thank you Samatha…due to the circumstances that is all I can ask of you. I hope we can become friends."

"Now we must both rest Samantha. Tomorrow we will go and visit Cassie as Janet has asked, then we can begin figuring out a way to contact the Tok'ra." "But why do we need to go visit Cassie?" "Sleep Samantha…sleep." And with that I increased both Samantha and I's melatonin levels, quickly sending us to sleep.

The next morning, I use Samantha's memories and her guidance to drive a primitive vehicle, called a car, to get to the Air Force Academy Hospital. According to Samantha, my driving skills were still not that good, even with her memories and my driving personified a drunk driver, someone who had taken too much alcohol. We only managed to not be seen by the local law enforcement or as they were called, the police due to Samantha's knowledge of the area.

Inside, I asked an apprentice healer, called a nurse, where Doctor Frasier was and she pointed me to a room in the critical burn section. As I approached the room where Janet was supposed to be checking one of the Nasyan patients, I caught the end of Janet speaking into a primitive audio recording device Samantha called a tape recorder. "….burns to over 80% of his body. So far no signs of infection. Incredible." She saw me as I entered, saying "Hey." As she began making notes in the patient's folder, I asked, "Is this one of the Nasyans we saved?" "Yeah, he should be dead", Janet remarked with a bit of amazement in her voice. "It's not possibile!" Samantha exclaimed. "Humans don't have the ability to keep themselves alive through those burns!" "Cassandra is in my office. Now, I still have rounds to make, but you know where it is?" "Right", I replied. She smiled at me before leaving.

I was also about to leave when I sensed something horribly familiar. 'It can't be….' I was sensing the symbiote in the Nasyan right beside me. 'It must be the Ash'rak!' Fear began to engulf me but I pushed it away. I knew what I must do but it did not please me in the slightest. "You have to kill him." Samantha comments. I would have to take some drastic measures to keep Samantha and myself safe.

I took a zat'nik'tel from the back of Samantha's pants and open it. ''I feel sorry for you, but I am ending your torment', I said to the host before I squeezed the trigger twice. Blue lightening lanced out from the head of the zatnik'tel once, twice and the Ash'rak arched forward then back, dead. I immediately walked over and silenced the flat-lining monitors that were an easy giveaway of what I had done. I then put on a pair of medical gloves from a box on a table that a carless nurse had probably left. I then reached for the throat of the dead Ash'rak's host and felt around until I located the small pouch surgically made in his throat for holding the only weapon an Ash'rak would ever need, a Hara'Kesh. I did not expect to find one, as the Ash'rak had one out on Nasya, but to my surprise I found one. Surprisingly, unlike most Ash'raks, this Ash'rak carried a backup. Pleased, I constricted part of the host's throat, moving the weapon slowly up the throat until I saw it in his mouth and fished it out with my little finger. I then quickly soaped and washed the weapon and put it on my finger. It was elegant, like most Goa'uld technology. "Amazing that it is so small, but so deadly." Samantha commented.

I then returned to the Ashrak and reached under the bandages covering his chest, where, to my delight I found an ovoid Personal Healing Device. In the Goa'uld bag of medical tools, the Personal Healing Device was only bested by a Sarcophagus. The only thing a Personal Healing Device could not help its user recover from was death. I lifted up the top of Samantha's BDUs and strapped the healing device to Samantha's stomach then smoothed the BDUs so that the Personal Healing Device was unable to be seen from the outside. I then left the room, closing the door as I headed for Janet's office and Cassie.

When I reached Janet's office, I could see the small child, Cassie painting a picture of two people standing under a rainbow. I knocked, then entered. "Hey, there", is what I can come up with to say. 'How can I talk to small children?' Cassie enthusiastically responded, "Sam!" The child was silly, filled with youth and she forgot for a second she had paint on her fingers and wiped it off. Maybe she would't detect me after all. 'After the Ash'rak finding me, could my luck have caught a break?.' "Just tell her you like the painting." Samantha helpfully said. "Wow, nice painting." 'It was a nice painting…for a child her age's work.' "You really like it? My teacher at school says I have talent." "I love it." Well I could not help but be pleased for the child.

Cassandra ran to me. ""I missed you." "I know, I'm sorry", I apologized. "I've been so busy." "Very busy", she replied with a mixture of sadness and understanding. When we hugged however, I felt her tense up and she ended the hug and backed away as I stood. "Cassandra, what is it?" She didsn't answer, choosing to run across the room and hide behind the couch. "She knows", Samantha stated the obvious. 'I unleashed some curses in Goa'uld, cursing my luck and my stupidity at taking the chance that I did. I had been detected and now only luck would let me escape unharmed.' Hating myself as I did so, but promising I would never hurt her or any of the Tau'ri, I threatened Cassie. "If you tell anyone who I really am I will kill you." "You wouldn't right?" Samantha asked worriedly, as if she already knew the answer was no. "No, of course not. I would never hurt or kill a child, especially Cassie." I replied, feeling Samantha relax, her faith in me returning. Incredibly, I had become slightly fond of Cassie between the few minutes I had been with her and Samantha's memories.

I quickly left and made my way straight out of the Academy Hospital and to the car. The few minutes driving back to Cheyenne Mountain and Stargate Command were nerve-wracking but I began to relax when I reached the locker room and found no one in it. Making a snap decision, I opened Samantha's locker and concealed the Hara'Kesh and the Personal Healing Device inside. "In case someone suspects something and searches us." I told Samantha and then closed the locker and pulled on the backpack and other off-world gear. A minute later, Daniel and Teal'c entered. Allowing my irritation and fear to manifest in my voice as anger, I turned on my two team members, "Where's the Colonel? We're due to get out of here in five minutes!" Daniel is the one that said, "Well, he left us a message. Said he'd meet us in the Gate room." "Well, step on it then!" I stormed out, heading for the Gate room ignoring the shocked "What was that?" coming from the locker room.

Moments later I entered the Gate room and I began to pace anxiously. At one point, I stopped and looked up at the control room. I could see General Hammond and worryingly, Janet looking at me. I began pacing again, until Daniel and Teal'c entered the Gate room. "Where's Colonel O'Neill?" My question was answered then when O'Neill entered the room. "Stand down, campers. We're on a hold." "Why?" I asked, trying not to sound anxious. O'Neill moved to my side, saying "I dunno, some computer glitch." I realized that something was terribly wrong when he jammed his closed fist against my right shoulder, causing me to feel a terrible, stabbing pain there. I jerked away and saw that he was holding a syringe.
"What the hell was that?" I angrily yelled. "That was enough to take down an elephant", I heard Janet say in shock and amazement. "That was a tranquilizer", Samantha warned. 'Damn it Cassie told them!'

Colonel O'Neill took action quickly, lifting his P-90 to bear on me and taking its safety off. Abandoning any attempts at disguise, I allowed my voice to become the dual-flanged, symbiote voice. "Open the Stargate!" Daniel, still not figuring it out asked, "Jack, what the hell is going on?" Unwilling to back down, I repeated what I said. "Open the Gate now!" Then, with a more calm tone, "I command you." To top it off, I made Samantha's eyes to glow. "You are in no position to make demands Goa'uld", General Hammond replied from the control room. "We will not open that Stargate so surrender." An airman seized the opportunity, raising his gun and shooting Samantha's right leg with a tranq dart.

"Please…" I said feeling the combined drugs beginning to overwhelm my defenses. "I will not hurt any of you. I can return Samantha to you unharmed." "You can do that?" O'Neill asked unbelievingly, without lowering his P-90. But I was never able to answer, as the tranquilizers overwhelmed me and Samantha and everything went black.

Fin.

Chapter Word Count: 4,128

A/N: Sorry for how long this took to post. I wanted to make sure this was as good or better quality than the last chapter. I really wanted to make sure I made the interaction between Samantha and Jolinar really good. Now I will respond to some of the amazing reviews I got since I posted the first chapter.

To Vycre: Thank you! More chapters will be coming as soon as I can complete them!

To Belle Morte Rising: Thank You! I am really inspired by all of the reviews people have been giving me! Regarding what Nirrti did to Jolinar…well you'll have to wait and see if you are right…I promise the answer will be coming soon.

To Roeskva: Thank You! They will talk as in this chapter and they will keep talking and probably become friends! It means a lot to me that some of the best Tok'ra fanfiction writers like my first chapter so thank you again!

To Jadzia2007: Thank You! Yes stories that are told from Jolinar's POV are in few numbers. I hope you keep reading!

HathorGirl: "Thanks! I look forward to hearing more reviews! As I said to Roeskva above, I especially appreciate reviews from Tok'ra fanfiction writers.