Surviving the Line of Duty
Chapter 3
By Wearenotagoauld
Disclaimer: At the top of the first two chapters.
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.
Jolinar's POV
As I slowly awoke, I probed Samantha's mind and found out she was still asleep. Due to my advanced healing abilities and my immune system, the tranquilizer had been eradicated from my system quicker. I was in a holding cell most likely still at the SGC. The cell was protected by red laser beams behind solid metal bars. A guard stands by the door with a military straight posture. I immediately straightened my posture. I will not cower or show fear, I am a Tok'ra and stand proudly of it. Though I would not say it out loud, it was an impressive setup.
A moment later, I felt Samantha begin to stir. "Jolinar? What happened?" To my surprise, I can hear some worry in Samantha's voice."The last thing I remember is that we were tranquilized in the Gate Room." "As you said, they tranquilized us. They know you are a host, however they think I am a Goa'uld." "Great." Sam muttered sarcastically. "That means they will not listen to anything we say." Then a horrifying realization hit her. If the NID found out she was a host, they could get her and General Hammond and the rest of SG-1 could do nothing while the NID performed experiments on her.
"That does not sound like a fun experience." Jolinar commented dryly. "The NID's unofficial mandate is to acquire alien technology" Sam replied. "They do not have the respect for life like the SGC does, and they would definitely not differentiate between a Tokra or a Goa'uld. It would be bad if they got a hold of the Hara'Kesh and the Personal Healing Device we put in my locker. The NID has also been dying to study a real symbiote for some time now." "So of all the places that I could have chosen to have a host from…this is not the greatest?" "Exactly." Samantha confirmed grimly.
"How do you think they found out you were in me?" Samantha asked. "Do you remember when we had the post-mission physical?" "Yes…..oh the mouth swab!" "Yes. I believe that when I entered you on Nasya, I left skin samples from my body on your mouth. Then, when Janet tested for diseases or problems with your skin, she found my skin samples and having already had skin samples from Teal'c's Prim'ta, she was easily able to identify them as a symbiote's. In conjunction with the abrasion at the back of your throat from where I entered, Janet would have easily been able to put together that you were a host."
After a few minutes of silence, Samantha piped up. "Jolinar?" "Yes Samantha?" "I just wanted you to know that I am sorry I doubted you. Once you showed me what you had been through, I understood that some Goa'uld could resist their genetic memory and you did! It is really incredible everything you have been through. And for what it is worth, I consider you a friend and I might consider letting you stay with me permanently."
I felt a surge of joy, knowing that even in unfamiliar territory, with people that were, at the moment hostile to me, I had a friend and perhaps I would not have to go through the physical pain of transferring to another host. I mentally give Samantha a hug. "Thank you Samantha! I am so happy we can be friends and that you are considering allowing me to fully blend with you. If we do end up fully blending, I am sure my mates, or as you would call them, husbands Martouf and Lantash would accept you."
"Wait…Jolinar you are married?" Samantha asked, shocked. I laughed. "Yes, Martouf and Lantash were mated to Rosha and I for thousands of years. I have been trying to get back to them and the Tok'ra since I escaped Nirrti." As I spoke, I felt an immense pang of longing for Martouf and Lantash, wishing to be back in their arms, safe.
My brain then chose that moment to flood me with memories of Martouf, Lantash, Rosha and I standing side-by-side on the sandy surface of the most recent Tok'ra homeworld watching the sunset before my undercover mission the next day. Martouf, in control, turning towards us, stepping closer, placing his hand on our neck, bending in and beginning to kiss us. I respond, kissing him eagerly. Soon, Lantash takes control; his kisses are more passionate, rougher and quicker than Martouf's. Soon Lantash begins pulling us lightly back to the transport rings that lead to the base.
Reluctantly, I manage to pull myself away from the memories and focus back to the present. "Wow….um that was…private", Samantha said, embarrassed. I realized, horrified that my memories had overwhelmed Samantha too. "I am very sorry Samantha….I did not realize that you would experience those memories too. I am afraid I allowed myself to be swept up in happy memories or my time together with Martouf and Lantash and the memories also carried over due to our partial blending. I promise that until I return to the Tok'ra, either with you as my new permanent host or to find a new host, you will experience no more of my…intimate memories. " "It's okay Jolinar…um…I guess back to figuring out how we will get out of this situation?"
"You know them best…what will they do now?" I asked. "Now, the Colonel or General Hammond will interrogate us. Teal'c might also be called in to question us." "I am surprised General Hammond would let Colonel O'Neill interrogate us. Of all the people here, he is one of the closest to you emotionally."
Right after I finished speaking, we heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. Exactly as Samantha, Colonel O'Neill appears in the door window and knocks. The guard checks to see who it is before letting O'Neill in. O'Neill stands outside the cell, looking at us before waving the guard out. After the guard leaves, O'Neill looks at us for another few minutes before breaking the silence.
"So, you and I have got to have a little talk. You really screwed up here, you know. I mean, you really blew it." "Your tactics will not work on me", I retorted. "Not buying it, huh?" "You must let me go." O'Neill seemed to sarcastically consider it for a minute before saying, "Ah…no."
I decided to bluff, "You really have no idea why this is happening." "Oh… think I have an inkling of what is going on. Cassie, who still has naquadah in her blood if you thought she didn't, tells us that you are a Goa'uld who told her if she told us Carter had a snake in her head she would kill Cassie. Around the same time, one of the Nasyans in the critical burn section who was slowly recovering suddenly dies. No marks on him, which is a calling card of a zat'nik'tel, one of which we found on you in the gate room. Add to that, medical scans of the dead Nasyan showed a decaying snake inside of him AND a small empty pouch of skin in the Nasyan's throat that could have held a small Goa'uld weapon or locator beacon."
'Damn.' I thought to myself and Samantha, 'I thought they would not find the Ash'rak.' "They are incredibly smart and resourceful", Samantha commented. "It was my fault for underestimating them", I reply. "" Trying to not show how much what the SGC knew affected me, I sit down on the cot, far enough that my face and most of my body is hidden by the roof of the cot and cross my arms across my chest.
Minutes pass as the Colonel glares at me, furious at his inability to affect me in any way and at the impasse we were in. Suddenly, Samantha contributes an idea. "Jolinar….tell Colonel O'Neill that if he lets you through the Stargate, you will find another host and send me back to the SGC." "Good idea!" I praised Samantha. "Let me go." I stand up and approach the bars, looking directly eye-to-eye with the Colonel. "Let me go through the Stargate. If Samantha dies not wish to remain my host then I will find another and send Samantha back to you." O'Neill stands up. "You can do that?" O'Neill sounds like he does not believe me. "Leave a host without killing them?"
"Yes. It is possible, but not easy. I could die but I promise I will try if Samantha does not want to remain my host." "The Nasyan man died when…hey! Why would Carter want to remain your host? You ARE A Goa'uld!" I take a deep breath. This was it, my chance to gain allies among the SGC and hopefully help start a Tok'ra alliance with the SGC. Samantha gave me a mental encouraging hug and smile. "Not all Goa'uld are the same. There are a few that oppose the System Lords and their ways. Those few are the Tok'ra resistance movement. We do not believe in taking unwilling hosts and the host is not suppressed, allowing a truly symbiotic relationship. Also Samantha and I have become somewhat friends." This was met by a derisive snort from O'Neill. "You know I can't trust you." O'Neill commented. "Then ask the Jaffa, Teal'c to interrogate me. He will have heard of the Tok'ra and I from when Apophis had him searching for us."
O'Neill stared at me for a moment before knocking on the cell door. The guard re-entered and ONeill spoke to him. "Go find Tealc and please tell him that I would like him to help me in interrogating the prisoner." "Success Samantha!" I exclaimed, overjoyed and giddy with success. "Teal'c will know who I am and who the Tok'ra are and soon we will be released and able to go see Martouf and Lantash! Yay!" Giggling slightly in shock and worry, Samantha asked, "Jolinar are you alright? You are acting a little….well…. giddy." As I take stock of Samantha and I's physical condition, I notice that there are some strange hormones circulating through my body. Hormones that I had never experienced in my life. I quickly released chemicals that negated the effects of the hormones. "I am fine now Samantha…I believe that there are some unknown hormones that were circulating through my body that were causing my …giddy condition."
"Hormones?" Samantha asks thoughtfully. "But symbiotes are asexual so the only hormones you would have would be adrenaline or others that maintain your biochemical balance. But none that we know of could cause giddiness or emotional swings like you just had. But….its impossible!" "What?" "As you may know, female humans undergo mood swings during their period. This situation very closely resembles that. But you are asexual, not female so the only logical answers are that either Nirrti's experiments caused your body to begin producing new female hormones or you are a queen!"
"I cannot be a queen because as far as I know it is impossible to engineer a queen from a regular symbiote. Only queens can make other queens. But this is a mystery we should continue to try to solve later, once we are free and on good terms with your people. But if I am a queen, it is now hundreds of times more important for me to return to the Tok'ra." "Agreed. We will get you home Jolinar."
I allowed myself to daydream the possibility that I had been transformed into a queen. Images flashed through my mind: Martouf and Lantash plowing us over, and over, and over as our consorts, Samantha and I's stomach round with the larva we would produce, us reclining in one of the many bathing pools present in the Tok'ra tunnels, our face and body covered in sweat from our exertions, yet our faces glowing in happiness along with our consorts, who crouched alongside the pool watching the thousands of larvae jumping and twisting through the water around our bodies.
I had not realized it, but I was visualizing too many erotic images of Martouf and Lantash to not have consequences on our body, I could feel the heat rising in Samantha and I's body. I quickly ceased the images in our shared link and my brain "Wow," Samantha commented, awed and a little stunned at the very erotic subject of my visions of Martouf and Lantash. "I guess that is what we have to look forward to when we return to the Tok'ra base." I laughed in our head. "Yes, Samantha, That is what we have awaiting us back at the base. You will find, as you have already seen…."Samantha giggled. "….that Martouf and Lantash are fantastic lovers." "I look forward to it!" I was suddenly struck by the tense Samantha used in her words. "'we'? Samantha, are you saying you want me to re…." However, we were interrupted by O'Neill loudly clapping his hands close to the bars.
When we refocused back to our present surroundings, I saw the guard had left, probably several minutes ago, to fetch Teal'c and O'Neill was looking at us with an amused but irked look on his face. "Did you lose focus or daydream?" he sarcastically asked. I was saved from answering him when the door opened and the guard let Teal'c in. O'Neill stepped back, motioning Teal'c forward.
"You have requested my presence?" Teal'c said, his hands behind his back. "Jaffa, you must convince the humans to let me go." "They will not let you go." "No surprise there." I commented to Samantha. I decided to try a bit of flattery and help to start things off. "They are impressive, The Tau'ri have become very powerful in the time since the Goa'uld reign here. Certainly the System Lords will not allow this to go unchecked. Despite their victory against Apophis and Klorel's motherships in orbit a more powerful assault is likely being planned already."
"They are not fools. They believe you are here to plant a seed of that destruction." Once again, I approach the bars of my cell. "Not all Goa'uld are the same. There are a few that oppose the System Lords and their ways. You must have heard of the Tok'ra."Teal'c stepped forward, directing his impassive gaze on us. "Every Goa'uld seeks power for his own reason and would betray his own brother to achieve it."
"Some seek power for a greater purpose. Not every Goa'uld is an enemy to the people of this planet. The Tok'ra are real, no matter what Apophis has told you." "I have yet to meet one." "You have now. I am Jolinar of Malkshur." The effects of that final statement are immediately visible. Teal'c's eyes widen, causing me to mentally cheer, and then he turns around, looking at me one last time before swiping his access card at the door and leaving, followed by O'Neil.
"Well that was everything we could have hoped for!" I tell Samantha. "The way Teal'c reacted tells me that he believes we are telling the truth. Hopefully Genera Hammond will let us go because he trusts Teal'c." "And soon we will be able to get you home to the Tok'ra." Oddly enough, I could detect a hint of sadness in Samantha's voice. "Samantha? What is wrong?" "I know this may sound strange, but I do not want you to leave me when you get back to the Tok'ra. I wondered if you would consider staying with me when we get out of this mess." I was shocked, and a little overjoyed. I had expected a decision to come soon, but not this soon. My hopes had been risen when Samantha had spoken in the plural tense, but
"I am overjoyed Samantha but are you sure this is what you want? It would be very hard to separate us once we are fully blended." "I am sure. I have had a while to think my life through, and I never really realized how lonely I have been. I am estranged from most of my family and have been covering that hole in my life by focusing on my work on the Stargate Program. Being with the Tok'ra will fill that hole and allow me to continue helping protect Earth. I also feel that if we seperate, the NID will always want to experiment on the only living former host of a symbiote. With the political clout that the NID has, General Hammond, his connections and the President could only keep me safe for so long. I being your Tau'ri host would also help future relations between the Tau'ri and the Tok'ra. Also I feel like you are a close friend of mine already and loosing being able to talk to you would be quite depressing. I know that the latter is just the symbiote-host bond but I absolutely want this."
"Also, being in the military and a top secret program like the Stargate Program does not give me any opportunities for a romantic relationship of any level, so if I stayed blended with you, there are no regulations against me having a relationship with say, someone in an alien military like Martouf and Lantash. I know this is again because of the mental bond we share as host and symbiote and some of your feelings for Martouf and Lantash, but I don't think I could bear to see you in another host with Martouf and Lantash…I guess I would be jealous. So what I am saying is…Jolinar, will you stay as my host?" Happiness and joy fills me and I once again give Samantha a mental hug. "Thank you Samantha! I am so happy that you want to blend fully with me. Don't worry, the Tok'ra will accept you as one of their own just as Martouf and Lantash will accept you as their mate. We should fully blend after it is safe and we have an understanding with your people about the Tok'ra."
"Okay. I can't wait to learn about the technology used to create the crystal tunnels! Or the Long-Range Communication device like we saw on Klorel's mothership!" "Just my luck to get a scientist host." I say part-jokingly, part-horrified. "You are going to both love and hate Anise." "Who is Anise?" I quickly showed her the memories, both good and bad of the time I had spent working with Anise/Freya. I immediately felt Samantha's disgust "Hah, I knew it, you don't like her!" I exulted. "How can she wear such…" Sensing what she wanted to say, but knowing that she was afraid of offending me, I completed her sentence "revealing clothing? Don't worry Samantha, a lot of the Tok'ra think that too. She does it to attract the male Tok'ra, but because none of them at our base are attracted to her and she has not been assigned to another base in all the time she has been Freya's symbiote, she has not found someone that is attracted to them and vice versa." "We are both very tired, perhaps we can get some rest now?" "Sure. Good night Jolinar." "Same to you, Samantha." I then felt Samantha relax, her thoughts vanishing through our mental link.
I was about to adjust Samantha and I's melatonin levels to allow us to slip into an easy sleep when I heard footsteps coming from down the hall. The door opened and Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c entered. I felt a surge of anticipation and excitement at the sight of them. I also mentally 'tapped' Samantha, causing her to wake up instantly. O'Neill spoke first. "Okay, let's try to build a little trust here, shall we? Hammond wants to have a talk with you and Carter…if she is in there. But first let Carter have control….so I know she is okay." Both Samantha and I mentally cheered at those words, choosing to ignore the subtle dig he threw at me and the Tok'ra.
"A wise move. I assume that the General's superiors have agreed to this?" "Yeah…as soon as Teal'c confirmed he had heard of the Tok'ra and that they fought the Goa'uld, Hammond took it straight to the President. Apparently the possibility of meeting a race that fights the Goa'uld and could fight them alongside us and perhaps share intelligence was incredibly appealing to the President because he authorized us to release you and go searching for the sna…Tok'ra. Of course, the President wants us to make sure you are truly sharing Carter's body with her and not suppressing her personality before we let you go." Not even letting another jab at who I was faze me, because I was so excited at the prospect of going back to the Tok'ra, I waste no time and immediately bow my head and once again, release control to Samantha.
Samantha's POV: Present Time
As soon as Jolinar lowered her head, I once again had control of our body. I was surprised at how suddenly I had started to mention my body as Jolinar and I's body instead of just my body. It felt…good. I knew then, with almost no reservations, that what I was doing by planning to fully blend with Jolinar was the right thing to do. With that came another warm mental hug from Jolinar.
I raised our head and said, "Sir it is me. It's good to be talking to you." "Likewise Carter…it is good to talk to you too…if it is you." Both Jolinar and I sigh in our shared minds, but choose to once again ignore him. The SF uses his keycard to turn off the laser beams and then he walks over and unlocks the cell door. I walk out and follow the Colonel into the hallway, the SF trailing a few feet behind us.
A quick elevator trip and a walk down two hallways later, we arrived at the Infirmary. Upon seeing us enter, Janet excitedly came over to meet us. "Sam! I am so glad that you are okay…no offense to Jolinar I did not know she was a Tok'ra." "Tell her no offense taken." "Jolinar say she took no offense from it." "Good. Well we are going to run some tests on you with you in control and with Jolinar in control just to confirm Jolinar is who she says she is. Come over here."
To my surprise, I was led into another room to a MRI machine while the Colonel waited in the Infirmary. Upon reaching it, Janet said "Go ahead and change into these medical scrubs while I wait outside. I accomplished the task quickly knowing the sooner these tests were finished, the sooner we could meet the Tok'ra, ally with them and Jolinar would be reunited with Martouf and Lantash."
When Janet returned, she told me, "Now lie down on the table and transfer control to Jolinar Sam." I laid down on the medical paper covered table, bowing my head and relaxing my muscles to allow an easy transition of control to Jolinar.
Jolinar's POV: Present Time
Taking control from Samantha, I raised our head and our eyes flashed, causing Janet to flinch and making me regret not keeping my head bowed for the eye flash. "I apologize for not making the transfer less noticeable. I am used to using the eye flash when I am undercover as a Goa'uld." "It's alright; I should have been prepared for it. Go ahead and lie down on the table." I was prepared for this from Samantha's memories, but it was still a shock when Janet operated the controls and caused the table to retract into the drum shaped machine until our head and part of our chest was inside the tube.
I could hear the machine humming and whirring as it worked. "I don't know much about the brain but this must have something to do with how your neural filaments connect to my brain and how they and my brain change when we switch control", Samantha commented. "I agree Samantha….It is amazing that your people have advanced to the point where they can detect symbiotes; and if this works, detect whether host or symbiote is in control."
Soon, the machine seemed to come to a 'halt' as it stopped whirring and making noise. Then I heard Janet's voice from the control panel of the machine. "Alright you two….we're almost done. All I need now Jolinar, is for you to transfer control to Samantha and once she tells me to go we'll start again. I inclined our head as much as possible in the tight confines of the machine and 'stepped back' and Samantha took control.
Samantha's POV: Present Time
After the still disconcerting feeling of having no one controlling our body, I took control and raised our head a slight distance back to rest on the retracting table and called to Janet. "I am in control Janet. Go ahead." "Alright…here we go again." The MRI machine whirred and hummed again for a short period of time before it stopped and the table extended from the machine, allowing us to sit up ass Janet walked over to us. "Just give me a minute to check the images we took and if they show that you both had control then you are good to go.
She walked over to the computer terminals on the other side of the room and a series of images, of our head appeared. In them the outline of Jolinar could clearly be seen, including the neural filaments extending into our brain. In one of the pictures of Jolinar and I, our brain looked different in places. "It worked!" Jolinar exclaimed, amazed. "The MRI machine actually can tell the difference between the host or the symbiote being in control!" I was amazed as well; it gave me a sense of pride at how for Earth had come.
Seeming satisfied with the images taken by the MRI machine, Janet turned around and walked over to us, giving us a big hug. "It is you! I knew, somehow that Jolinar was sharing your body between the two of you. I am so happy that you are alright Sam!" I grin feeling like the world was on my side, even if it was only Janet. "Thanks Janet. I am glad that the fact that Jolinar is a Tok'ra and not a Goa'uld has been confirmed. It puts us one step closer to gaining the Tok'ra as allies." "And reuniting you with Martouf and Lantash Jolinar" I finished. "Thank you Samantha…for everything you have done for me, helping me get back to the Tok'ra and Martouf and Lantash and agreeing to stay as my host." "You are welcome Jolinar…I am glad to do it."
When I focused back to the world around us, I realized Janet had been standing there patiently, apparently having realized that Jolinar and I were having a conversation. "Sorry…Janet…what happens next?" "Now the General wants a meeting to discuss how to track down the Tok'ra…then hopefully you will leave in a few hours." We changed back into our BDU's then left the MRI machine room and found the Colonel waiting impatiently, leaning against the wall outside. "She cleared to go debrief with Hammond?" The Colonel asked. "She is a Tok'ra alright Colonel. The MRI scans clearly showed the same time type of brain activity when Jolinar was in control and different brain activity when Sam was in control."
The Colonel grunted, apparently surprised by the news. "Alright Doc…it is your call. Let's go you two. The sooner we can find these sna..Tok'ra the sooner we can get Jolinar out of Sam's head. And by the way Carter it is very nice to see you are okay." As he spoke both Jolinar and I noticed how he was looking with delight up and down our form appreciatively. "Why that arrogant…" Jolinar exclaimed. "I would never do anything with him…I am already mated to Martouf and Lantash. There is no way I would sleep with him." "Relax Jolinar." I said soothingly "I would never sleep with him either. Once we return to the Tok'ra, blend fully and we are with Martouf and Lantash, I will tell him directly to back off. You have nothing to worry about. I am not attracted to him in the least." "Thank you Samantha. That is reassuring to hear…I should have never doubted us."
We left the infirmary with Janet, choosing to ignore the Colonel's continued looks at our form as we walked down the hallway and rode the elevator up to the floor where the briefing room was. When we entered, we saw General Hammond, Daniel and Teal'c were waiting for us. To our surprise, only one SF was present and he was a considerable distance away, at the end of the room away from the end of the table where everyone was clustered.
"Welcome back Captain, it good to see you are alright….no offense to Jolinar." General Hammond greeted me, a warm smile on his face. "None taken" Jolinar replied. "Thanks General….it is good to be 'back'. Jolinar also says no offence taken….Sir. " I replied. It is good to see you and Jolinar are well Captain Carter", Teal'c greeted, taking a slightly more diplomatic approach to Jolinar. "Yeah Sam I am glad it wasn't a Goa'uld that was in the Nasyan man" Daniel commented with a slight bit of unease, completely natural due to what had happened to Shau'ri.
"Alright, now that we're all here, let's get down to business", General Hammond began the meeting, turning to Janet first. "Doctor Frasier in your opinion did the medical tests you performed on Captain Carter when she and then Jolinar were in control show that Jolinar is not suppressing Captain Carter?" "Absolutely General", Janet spoke, her voice showing the utmost confidence. The brain scans performed when Sam was in control and when Jolinar was in control were almost identical to the brain scans taken when…." Here Janet trailed off, glancing slightly at the Colonel. "Well when the infant Goa'uld took Kawalsky as a host the current doctor had plenty of MRIs done. We compared MRIs of the brief periods when and when Kawalsky was in control. There was a definite difference in the MRIs. We did the same thing here and saw the same general baseline results. Jolinar IS one of these Tok'ra as she says and she is sharing Sam's body with her."
"Very well Doctor." General Hammond acknowledged with a nod. "The President has given me authorization to pursue an alliance with the Tok'ra, on the condition that it was confirmed that Captain Carter and Jolinar are sharing the Captain's body equally. Now that that has been confirmed, SG-1 will be deployed to initiate first contact with the Tok'ra movement. Colonel?" "General" the Colonel asked in return. "I am prepared to send SG-1 through to the coordinates Captain Carter and Jolinar have given us if you agree." The Colonel thought about it for a moment then said, "Lets check it out. These Tok'ra sound like my kind of people".
The General then he turned to Sam and Jolinar. "However, how will Jolinar find the Tok'ra again? I got the impression from what Teal'c has told us about the Tok'ra that they constantly move from planet to planet." After a second or two pause in which Jolinar gave her the answer she needed I spoke up. "That is true General but the Tok'ra only move their base to a new planet if they have been attacked. Jolinar knows the address for the planet the Tok'ra base was on before she left the last time. It is a reasonable conclusion that they would still be there and there are still ways to find them through their operatives around the galaxy if they are not there."
"Very well. "Before you can leave however, the President would like to know some of the major things that that the Tok'ra would want from an alliance." "I'll answer this one General." Sam replied. "The biggest thing and the only thing the Tok'ra need from us are hosts. They will not want any weapons, goods or raw material from us because they need to maintain their appearance as Goa'ulds when infiltrating courts of Goa'ulds. The Tok'ra's hosts die out or are killed and the symbiotes need to have a new host to continue the fight. Unfortunately the Tok'ra have zero population growth because they do not have a breeding queen to produce new symbiotes." Speaking with Jolinar guiding me, I continued speaking. "The highest law of the Tok'ra is to only take willing hosts. A Tok'ra will share the body with the host in symbiosis so there is nothing to fear from blending with a Tok'ra." "Well that did not happen here" commented O'Neill, practically snarling. "Let me take control" Jolinar spoke up. I dropped our head and allowed Jolinar to take control.
Jolinar's POV: Present Time
I raised our head, flashing our eyes before speaking. "You are correct Colonel O'Neill. The Tok'ra never take unwilling hosts and the only reason I took Samantha as a host was because I thought she was giving herself as a willing host when she was performing….CPR on Quinta….my Nasyan host." At this the Colonel looked like he was about to burst with rage. "Carter would NEVER give herself as a host to a Goa'uld!" "Colonel!" General Hammond snapped—causing O'Neill to reluctantly sit down but still shooting death glares at us with his eyes.
"The Tok'ra transfer from one host to another through the mouth, because we do not like to see the entry scar on the host's neck. When Samantha pressed her mouth to Quinta's I thought she knew who I was and was offering herself willingly as a host. I can never rid myself of the guilt over what I have done by taking an unwilling host….but I can try to help create a strong alliance between you and the Tok'ra." At that, the Colonel was still very angry, but his mood seemed to lighten a fraction. With that, I dropped our head and returned control to Samantha.
Samantha's POV: Present Time
Seeking to move the topic back to the mission, the General continued speaking. "If there are no further questions, you have a mission to prepare for. I will convey Perhaps there are and may in the future be injured personnel in our military who would be willing to become a host to one of the Tok'ra. Seek out the Tok'ra and secure an alliance with them. Dismissed." We all got up and turned away, my teammates walking with me to the locker room to get prepped for the mission. As we changed into our desert BDU gear, for Jolinar had informed everyone that the planet where the Tok'ra had their base was a desert planet, I observed my teammates' mood: Teal'c seemed impassive as usual—if not very excited to meet the famed Tok'ra, Daniel seemed calm and open-minded, and the Colonel still seemed to be in a bad mood, barely even glancing at me.
After dawning our BDU's, we pulled out the recently deceased…."I am thrilled at that. Finally the damned Goa'uld is dead!" Jolinar commented...Ash'rak's Hara'Kesh and Personal Healing Device. "Hey!" O'Neil exclaimed, seeing the devices. "Where did you get those—and what are they for that matter? They look like snake weapons." "O'Neil, those are a Hara'Kesh, and a Personal Healing Device." Teal'c spoke up, looking at the devices in our hands in awe. "They are most commonly used by Ash'raks—the Hara'Kesh to brainwash their way into the location of the enemy, then to kill the enemy slowly-while the Personal Healing Device heals any injury the Ash'rak sustains while killing their target. They are very valuable devices to obtain."
"Yeah, whatever, lets go people." O'Neil muttered, starting towards the locker room door. "Put them on, Samantha, the Personal Healing Device around our waist." I noticed that there was an ornate strap attached to the Personal Healing Device and the Hara'Kesh was shaped like a star attached to a ring. Remembering how the Ash'rak wore the devices, I turned towards my locker (so that the Colonel couldn't see anything), opened my BDU top, strapped the Personal Healing Device on and put the Hara'Kesh faced inward onto the middle finger of our left hand. I then ran to catch up with the rest of my team, who were already on their way to the embarkation room.
As we walked through one of the two corridors adjacent to the control room that led to the embarkation room, a thought crossed my mind. 'My Dad! If we are negotiating a treaty with the Tok'ra, we could be off world longer than a few days. I should phone him—let him know that I will be gone for some time and check on him'. "Absolutely Sam, it is a very good idea. It is best not to worry your father if you disappear for some time and he cannot find out where you are" Jolinar agreed.
"Colonel, is it all right if I catch up with you?" "We leave in ten." The Colonel replied tersely, still not looking at me. "Only need five" I replied and jogged up the stairs into the control room. I walked over to a desk in the corner of the room and dialed my dad's apartment number. He answered almost immediately.
"Hello?" "Dad, hi, it's me, Sam." What Dad asked next was totally unexpected. "Why are you calling Sammie?" 'Why am I calling?' I thought, shocked at how the conversation was radically different to the one I wanted to have with my father, who I may not have in a few months. "What do you mean, why am I calling? Dad? Your my father I want to keep in touch with you" "You never call just out of the blue" he interrupted. I paused then spoke up again. "All right, okay, never mind. Listen, uh, I'm about to go on a little trip." "Huh, I am guessing it is for the Air Force?" "Yes, it's for the Air Force." "Where are you going Sammie?" 'Well Dad, that one is hard to answer. I can't tell you that I am traveling to an alien planet through an alien artifact created by a mysterious race that allows the creation of wormholes to other planets. I also cannot tell you that I am host to an alien symbiote and that I am going to the planet to form an alliance between my symbiote's people and the United States. How do I explain that without breaking national security?'
"Stick with the truth Samantha, your voice will make your father not worry quite as much despite knowing that you are keeping things from him." "Good idea, thank you Jolinar." "You are welcome. I am and after we blend, always will be here to help Samantha." The discussion between Jolinar and I took only a few seconds and I marveled at how smooth the communication was, reinforcing my belief that I was doing the right thing for myself, Jolinar, Martouf and Lantash, the Tok'ra, and Earth by blending with Jolinar.
"It's…it's not important where I'm going Dad. What's important is that I may be gone a while, and I just wanted to call and see how you're doing." 'Truth.' "I am fine, Sammie, what you should be doing instead of worrying about me is focusing on your job so that you can do it to the best of your ability." That was obviously a lie; my Dad had never been that good of a liar. "You're sure?" Instead of my Dad answering me, I heard the dial tone over the phone. 'He hung up on me!' "He cares about you deeply Samantha and I think that he does not want you to worry. It is possible that he is seriously ill and does not want you to know." "I know Jolinar, but I can handle the truth. I just don't understand why he feels I cannot handle the truth of what is really wrong with him." "I cannot tell you that, Samantha, because I do not know your father. Only you know your father."
As Jolinar and I carried out our conversation, I was partly aware of Sgt. Walter Harriman, the primary gate technician, answering and then talking urgently on the phone at his station in front of the large glass window overlooking the gate room. "Level 1, this is Level 27 go ahead…..What?...But his visit is absolutely unscheduled!" Sgt. Harriman replied, looking worried. "Something is wrong, Samantha" Jolinar said, sounding definitely worried "Agreed, Jolinar. Sgt. Harriman is almost unshakable. Whoever is here is bad news. It could be Kinsey or Maybourne and a large group of NID that want to experiment on a live symbiote and its host." "We cannot allow this to happen, Samantha. We will be tortured and experimented on like, how would you say it? Lab rats. I care about our wellbeing too much." "I care about us as well, we must leave for the Tok'ra NOW!"
As Jolinar and I talked, Sgt. Harriman had ended his phone call and was urgently talking to General Hammond. Now the General urgently motioned us over, the tone of his voice confirming what Jolinar Major. In the process of reporting Jolinar's presence and the existence of the Tok'ra to my superiors, due to the lengthy chain of communication the information traveled through, certain unsavory individuals received the information and are moments from arriving here. The President was apparently unable to generate the political clout to stop them in time." Both Jolinar and I groaned, this almost completely confirmed that it was Maybourne or Kinsey. "So I am guessing these unsavory individuals are Colonel Maybourne and his NID men?" "Unfortunately, Major that is correct. They are also accompanied by Senator Kinsey. They apparently want to *question* Jolinar to get any useful information out of her. You know how the NID operate." "Yep, unfortunately." I sighed. "He will be here in minutes, leave now unless you want to end up in an NID lab." General Hammond said grimly. "Don't mind if we do so General." I replied, quickly walking towards where Sgt. Harriman was waiting at the dialing computer, waiting for us.
To his credit, Sgt. Harriman did not seem nervous or scared of us, despite the fact that I was host to Jolinar. "Major, Jolinar, we need the address of the Tok'ra base please." He slid aside as I walked up to the keyboard..."Jol, please?"….Immediately, at speeds only the mental connection between a host and symbiote could facilitate, I saw a mental video of Jolinar, in Rosha's body, typing an address into a DHD. Quickly, I typed in the address, adding in Earth's point of origin, and pressed the Enter key. The Stargate grinded into motion, as I ran down the stairs to the corridor's adjacent to the embarkation room. "Chevron 1 Encoded," I heard Harriman call out from the control room, as the first chevron locked in on the gate. "Chevron 2 Encoded." I reached the gate room, where several airmen handed us our P90s and pistols. "Chevron 3 Encoded." We finished collecting our weapons, and walked to the base of the ramp leading to the Stargate. "Chevron 4 Encoded." Chevron 5….Encoded."
"They're out of the elevator!" Sgt. Harriman called through the microphone, before adding "Chevron 6 Encoded", as the respective chevron locked in. I could hear a commotion down the hallway. My teammates and I twisted nervously back to look at the doors leading out of the embarkation room. "We're going to make it, we're going to make it." Jolinar recited, to comfort the both of us. To our relief, the seventh and final chevron locked in, accompanied by "Chevron 7 Locked!" and the ka-whoosh exploding out of the gate before settling into the stable wormhole.
"Move out!" the Colonel ordered. We ran up the ramp, Jolinar and I's shared body a pace behind my teammates. Just before I entered the event horizon, a commanding voice rang out, "STOP where you are!" I turned around, and Jolinar and I's worst fears were confirmed. Senator Kinsey—dressed in his usual suit, Colonel Maybourne and a group of armed and armored black clad soldiers who were probably NID were entering the embarkation room. I could also hear footsteps, boots on concrete behind the NID men, perhaps the General trying to take control of the situation and protest Kinsey and Maybourne's actions. "Samantha, let me take control", Jolinar requested. I 'stepped back', and Jolinar took control of our body.
Jolinar's POV: Present Time
I flashed our eyes as bright as I could, then unleashed the double flanged voice on the men who wanted to turn me and Samantha into Tau'ri "lab rats". "I will not. You cannot give a Tok'ra orders." I smirked in triumph as I saw them cower in fear. I turned towards the event horizon just as Maybourne and Kinsey ordered in unison "TAKE HER DOWN!" I pressed our feet against the metal of the ramp, trying to build up as much momentum as possible. At the same time, I activated the shield device and a shield began to form.
A mere two seconds later, I heard the boom of shotguns and the hiss of air rifles firing. 'Air rifles….tranq darts again' "Jolinar, the shield may not because darts are slower than bullets!" 'shit.' This communication took place in literally milliseconds. The sound of darts moving through the air registered before several explosions against the hand device shield I had just activated and I felt something sharp pierce.
By then however, we had managed to reach the event horizon and stagger through, despite the growing weakness that the tranquilizer did its work.
My last conscious thought before entering the Stargate was of my mates. 'I am coming my loves!' The cold abyss of the wormhole swallowed us, as we left to find the Tok'ra, and Martouf and Lantash.
Fin.
Actual Word Count: 7,669 words.
A/N: Just so you readers know…. Jolinar did switch control to Samantha several times to relax her—during the times between when the chapter was focused on her-and convince her that she is Tok'ra. I feel that it took too much away from the story or added too much length to this chapter to show the many changes and wasn't exactly sure how to do it. I am sorry if you readers feel cheated. Also I will try to do an equal amount of parts from Jolinar and Sam's point of view in the next chapters, but can't promise anything, it just depends on how things go.
I apologize for the incredibly late update—it has been a long time—but school and robotics club has taken up all of my time and I forgot about updating for a long time— could have had a lot of new chapters up if I had remembered. Then, I guess I couldn't focus enough to finish this chapter, which was a few paragraphs from finished. I am really sorry! I believe I wrote everything I needed to,
I realize that I may be stretching what the series writers would call canon when I talk about the communication between host and symbiote taking place over miliseconds, but that is how I imagine a neural connection like that working.
Again I chose to put lots of stubborn headed Jack moments in there. But don't worry, he'll get over the whole Tok'ra thing but it may take him a long time—as it did in canon.
By the way, for my little pride moment, when I was getting my reference material (In the Line of Duty episode transcript) and this chapter opened up to write, I discovered that the last entry of the first page of a Google search named "Stargate In The Line of Duty" is chapter 1 of this fanfic! Suffice to say, I was quite thrilled.
Once this story is done, I will be rebranding it with a new title format for the fanfic series continuing from the end of this story that I am gathering ideas for. I have a couple of questions that I want to get you readers' opinions on. I cannot guarantee that I will take your advice, but I do want your opinions if you don't mind including them in your reviews.
1, I am thinking on letting Kanan stay with Jack after "Abyss" or blend with him earlier than in canon. What do you readers think about that? Noted, this will be a long way off, because Abyss is in season 7 but I might speed things up if you readers really wanted it. It also might be a good way of getting Jack over the whole "Tok'ra are snakes" thing.
2. Also If I chose to make Egeria survive…..who would you want to be her host? I have seen stories where Janet Frasier was host to a Tok'ra Queen briefly…would you want Janet to become Egeria's host or should I 'find' a Tok'ra Queen (or multiple Queens and lots of Tok'ra symbiotes—even better) spawned by Egeria that has been stuck in a stasis jar that Janet can host? It makes sense that Egeria would not have "put all of her eggs in one basket" so to speak but the story never really explored that idea.
Anyway….Please let me know what you think in the reviews as this will help me decide some of the choices that will be made in my story. Also, check out my profile page, it contains a bunch of interesting stuff including what ships/pairings I support across the different fan domains and my views on certain issues, such as the environment.
On a final note before I switch to replying to readers reviews, thank you VERY much for reading reviewing. We are up to 17 reviews and over 1,500 views!
Replies to Reader Reviews:
Roeskva: Thank you! Hearing praise from all of the people who write really good Tok'ra fanfic is really inspiring. Your right about the two un-cannon facts from the episode, Jolinar would have sensed, or did sense the Ash'rak as seen when she halted in the room during the show. This is again a sad reminder of how the producers manipulated canon facts to get the desired outcome. There was nothing to suggest the Ash'rak used a masking chemical or even if one existed, if I recall the whole series correctly. But….I may come up with one for use later in my stories. Also, thank you for adding my story to the Tok'ra Tunnels community—that was very kind of you and I appreciate it.
Belle Morte Rising: Thank you—I am sorry it took so long to get it up. I am glad to hear that you liked the tweaking I did to the episode by making Jolinar and Sam talk and become friends and Jolinar recognizing and killing the Ash'rak. Yes there will be more butt-headed Jack to write but don't worry—it will never get in the way of Sam/Martouf/Lantash! Yes, I like stories where Jolinar is a System Lord as well.
fan: Thank you for reading. I am pretty sure that I know the ideas that you suspect will happen in the story and they should happen in the next few chapters. Updates are coming soon as I mentioned above.
HathorGirl: Yes, Sam and Jolinar talking is one of the many things missing from the cannon episode. And the SGC, or in actuality, the President actually listened to Jolinar! And next chapter will be the meeting with the Tok'ra—and Jolinar's reunion with Martouf/Lantash.
Vycre: Thank You! I am glad you are enjoying this fic!
Moon Fire Star: Chapter 1: Yes I totally agree, Jolinar should not have been killed. Lots more chapters and stories in this AU timeline coming! Chapter 2: Glad I have you hooked on the story! I am sorry it took so long to get this chapter posted. This story and AU timeline will change a lot with Jolinar alive.
Pagan Twylight: Thank You! There will be lots more exciting stuff to come, finding out what Nirrti did to Jolinar, and a lot of the timing in the Tok'ra part of SG-1 will be changed. *SPOILER* Effectively, the whole Stargate series, Atlantis, Universe, will be changed. *SPOILER ENDS*
Russian Flower: I am glad you like it! Yes it annoyed me too how she died, she was a great character with a lot of room for interaction with Samantha and the other SG-1 characters. A real pity the producers killed her off.
Laura-Ella: Thank you very much…..and it turns out that in this case your wish is my command—here is the new chapter.
dragonfly-dreams2010: Thank you very much for reviewing and glad you are enjoying the fic!
Pagan Twylight: Nope, this story has not been abandoned, but I have been really busy and my urge to write left me for a long time. Hopefully, I will be able to be more focused on this story and expressing all the different fanfic ideas rolling around in my head soon. I agree, unfortunately the large majority of fanfic writers are Jack/Sam writers, unfortunately. It really is sad to go to the Stargate SG-1 page on and see the rows of Sam/Jack fanfic. Also, I see that you posted a Tok'ra-Queen-fic and I have read it. I always love seeing new fics where the Tok'ra get a Queen and there are still only a couple out there. Good Job!
Anyway, enough with my rambling…..
Thanks for reading and reviewing! I also apologize to my Tok'ra fan readers, who review and I don't review their awesome Tok'ra fics. I unfortunately cannot promise that I will review them, or any of them any time soon, but every time I get an email alert of a newfanfic being posted and updated, I try to read it as quickly as possible
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