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Part 12, Headaches

-Samantha-

I'm proud to have breakfast ready before Martouf wakes up. He's done it with me, but this is the first time I have done it. I especially enjoy the confused look on his face. It is, unfortunately, too brief. "Good morning."

"Hi." He winces and touches his head. "Oh, I like your other house. I'd be in the dark now."

I set the plate next to him. It's basically bread. "See? My first house wasn't that bad."

Martouf breaks off some bread. "I'm going to blame Amb for this."

"I'm sure he's already going to be hearing about it from Gete."

Martouf chuckles.

I sit down and eat some bread. "Did you have anything planned today?"

"Was going to do something for someone." He frowns as he tries to remember what it was. "Oh, a wall. Ichard wanted me to repair some part of his wall. I need to get started on that." He gets up slowly, not eating much of the bread. "It's good bread. Not hungry, though 'Lantash' is telling me to eat. I told him I'd eat more as soon as he makes me feel better."

I wrap some bread for him. "This is for when you feel better."

"Thank you." He kisses me gently.

"I need to get going too." I walk with him to the door. "Hope the sun doesn't bother you too much."

He grins. "My headache is getting better." He opens the door, and we both stop.

There is a man there, wearing funny clothes and a very unusual helmet. "Identify yourselves!" He demands. He is pointing a stick at us. He seems...familiar.

Didn't we dream about these guys? 'Carter' thinks. Yes, we did. They were the bad guys. She takes over, grabbing Martouf's hand and running. Martouf quickly follows. The sound of an explosion hits where we just were. With no where else to take cover, 'Carter' brings us to the river.

I'm a bit amazed at her and Martouf's ability to quickly go in without making a sound. She retreats to help my body deal with the cold water.

Freezing. Shivering.

Go under, and let the river move us away.

I do just that.

We didn't leave tracks to the river, 'Carter' thinks, but I'm sure he'll figure it out. Hopefully he'll first think we circled around the house. Thankfully the river isn't obvious from where he is.

By the time I can no longer hold my breath, the river has brought us to a large grassy area. The trees have kept it fairly safe from the snow, otherwise the grass would be gone.

I stay down as I go back on land. Very cold. Martouf comes up, staying very near. It's a tad warmer when he's there. We slowly make our way behind a tree, which we use to cover as we look for the armored man.

He's following the river downstream, checking for signs of us leaving. He pauses to check something across the river. This would be a good time to run. So I grab Martouf's hand and do just that. Don't want to ditch him.

He does the same thing. It's good we have the same ideas. We run through, heading a little farther into the trees, so hopefully we won't be seen if he looks. After several minutes we take cover again.

"Need to make some untraceable moves," Martouf says. We left some obvious tracks.

I follow his lead this time, finding it difficult to do just what we planned. 'Carter' makes suggestions along the way. I feel a little safer after a while, but have no idea where the armored man is. We take to hiding behind another tree. Martouf and I look for the next way to go. He points to one direction and starts heading. Then the armored man steps up to the side, nearly behind us. His weapon is pointed at Martouf, who doesn't see him. It fires.

No!

I shove Martouf forward.

I feel a sudden burn in my side as I'm pushed into the air. My whole body seems to hit the ground at once. All air seems to be gone. I can't breathe. I can't breathe and it hurts!

Relax, 'Carter' says as she starts repairing. You can breathe. The fall just knocked some air out of your lungs. I thought I told you not to get hurt again.

I chuckle. You told me not to get stabbed again. I didn't.

You chuckled. Which means you can breathe.

I grin slightly and try looking for Martouf. Maybe he left. That would be the smart thing to do. I realize though, he wouldn't do that, and he didn't. He had taken to tackling the attacker.

I watch helplessly. He better not die. I'll never forgive him if he dies. He turns out to be a better fighter than I would have thought. He's managed to get a hand on the staff weapon, which he and the other man are now fighting over. The armored man brings it up to trip him, and Martouf ensures the armored man goes down with. They land with the staff between him, and I hear it fire.

Martouf?

Martouf pushes the Jaffa off and returns to me.

I look up to him. "You shouldn't have done that."

He carefully sets the weapon down over me, making sure it doesn't touch any injury.

I feel myself lifted up. "Where are we going?" I ask. My eyes close. I hear him answer, but don't understand.

Stay conscious, 'Carter' orders.

I don't think that's possible.

-Daniel-

"What are they?" Gete asks.

"I don't know," I answer. "Ichard just told me to run and hide."

"I hope Samantha and Martouf are safe," Freya says.

"I don't think any of us are safe," 'Malek' answers. He looks out at the new armored men. "I believe they are called Jaffa."

"Are we going to fight them?" Gete asks.

"With what?" Freya looks to him. "They seem powerful."

"The store has pitchforks...and knives." He frowns slightly. He doesn't seem to be feeling well.

"It won't be easy getting to the store without being noticed," 'Malek' says. "If we can get weapons, we might be able to take out one. He needs to be distracted though."

"With what?" I ask.

"They only shoot at the people resisting, so if one person were able distract him..." He looks over at us. "Anyone want to be bait?"

-Samantha-

Do not do that again, 'Carter' says.

I open my eyes, frowning a bit. Do what?

Scare me. 'Carter' hugs. You nearly died.

I look around. I'm laying under a few blankets in bushes. I'm still cold, but not nearly as cold as I was before. I shiver slightly. "Martouf?"

After a moment Martouf emerges from the bushes. He smiles. "You're awake."

"Where were you?"

"Guarding." I shiver as he lifts my blankets to check on the wound. "Tell 'Carter' to heal you faster."

I'm trying, 'Carter' says.

I chuckle. "She's trying." I shiver more with the blankets off. Can't really tell what he's doing, but something hurts. "Ow."

"Sorry." He puts the blankets back after a moment. "I'm doing all I can."

"I know."

"I got the blankets from a near house. I haven't seen any Neerians."

I nod. "Maybe you should go look for them."

"I left you once to get the blankets. I did that for you. I'm not leaving you again."

It hurts a lot. I close my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep again."

I open my eyes. "I'm not."

"I made you worse when I moved you. I'm sorry."

"We weren't hidden very well."

"We'll drive them away. The whole town will celebrate it. I'll fix all the damages to the house. We'll be fine."

"Have it all planned, huh?" I chuckle lightly.

"Don't I always?"

"Yes."

"And it always works out."

"So far it..." I stop briefly in pain. "...it has."

He kisses me softly. "I am going to guard. I'll check on you soon."

I nod.

"I'm right out there if you need anything."

I nod again, then watch him leave.

We'll survive this, 'Carter' thinks. Martouf is right.

I am not so sure.

-Random Jaffa-

I walk around searching for the missing prisoners. We came in late last night, and managed to grab one of the residents without notice. Fools. The man smelled of liquor and made little sense for the first few hours. He started talking though. He described newcomers that sounded like the prisoners.

Olokun was right to trust us into finding them. Of course he was right. He's a god. He knew his enemies, the Tok'ra, would attempt in watching his moves, so he ordered a couple groups of his Jaffa to continue searching on our own. It's been a long search, going from planet to planet. Olokun was quite pleased with our news. We shall be rewarded. I shall soon be returning to my wife and children.

The Tok'ra scum may be hiding now, but they will not be able to hide when Olokun arrives.

I turn around as I hear someone approach me. I look over the man.

"Uh...h-hi." He says.

They have had orders to come out, but this is the first one to do so. "Identify yourself." He looks like one of the prisoners.

"I'm Daniel...uh...who are you?"

"You..." I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to see a man and woman charging with...pitchforks? I raise my weapon towards them, but Daniel grabs it. I easily shake him off.

Suddenly something lands on me, and I'm on the ground. A pitchfork is in my shoulder. I realize someone was on the roof. They planned this. I start getting up, but more pitchforks pierce though. Someone is gripping my staff weapon. Not sure who.

"Good jump, Malek," I hear.

"Thank you," whoever Malek is replies.

I feel another pain in my neck. I won't be seeing my family again. I failed Olokun. Forgive me.

-Tok'ra Base-

-Selmak-

Jacob is in a bad mood. SG-8 arrived, and Teal'c is on it.

You knew they would put him on another team.

Yes, but I don't have to like it.

When a new SG-1 is assembled, they'll put him back on it.

Jacob frowns. That is even worse. SG-1 without Sam is... He sighs.

I'm sorry, Jacob, but you know they can't just not use that number.

I know.

Jacob is quiet as he leads them to the rings. It brings us to the tunnels. Garshaw and Kela'an approach. Garshaw looks to Jacob. "Jacob."

Jacob looks to her. "Yes?"

"Kela'an found a Goa'uld transmission concerning Neeria. It is about to be attacked."

He frowns slightly. "The Neerians are no threat to the Goa'uld. Why would they waste time attacking them?" They hardly even had anything to do with us. The last time the Tok'ra were there was to ask about a new host for me, which was refused.

"We do not know, but they should be warned."

Jacob is more than willing to go on a mission. "I'll go."

"Kela'an, Pelan, and Korwe are to go with you." Garshaw quietly turns to SG-8. "If you have any interest in being part of the warning team, I suggest you ask Stargate Command now." She knows they'd have interest and would need permission. A Tok'ra shows them back the way they came while Kela'an and I wait for Pelan and Korwe.

Garshaw looks to Jacob again after the team has gone up. "Will you be able to handle this?"

"Yes. Do you know what Goa'uld is attacking?"

"No." She then turns to Kela'an.

"I can handle it." Kela'an answers before she asks.

She nods and leaves. Soon Pelan and Korwe arrive with extra supplies that they pass around, just in case we end up in a fight, or stranded, or something. We head up the rings and approach the chaapa'ai. SG-8 is waiting there.

"General O'Neill granted us permission to accompany you," says the SG-8 commander, who's name I don't know because he hadn't introduce himself.

Jacob dials.

"Are we sending anything through first to see what it is like?" asks one of the SG-8 members.

"Nope," Jacob says as he heads up the stairs. We go through. He starts speaking as soon as everyone is through. "We need to find their doctor or mayor. They have the highest rank in the town. We are splitting into two groups. Kela'an, Teal'c, and..." He picks SG-8 member with the rank of first lieutenant. "...you come with me."

The SG-8 commander doesn't look happy with splitting up. "I don't think-"

Jacob walks off, not listening to what he has to say.

That was kind of rude, I think.

Kela'an and Teal'c follow us without a problem. After a few seconds we hear the lieutenant hurry to catch up. "What's your name?"

"Me?" the lieutenant questions.

"Of course you. I know their names."

"First Lieutenant Phil Baker."

"Well, Phil, here is something you might want to know. When you go on a Tok'ra mission, we're in charge."

"I understand, sir." The statement is polite enough, but the tone is slight annoyance.

Jacob stops short, noticing clear signs. "Jaffa are here." He signals for them to take cover, doing so himself. He allows me to take control. I hide in good timing. We're fired at. I shoot back with my zatnikatel, hitting the Jaffa who fired.

More Jaffa come on both sides of us. Damn! I take off running. Really the only thing I can do. If I take cover elsewhere I might run into another of the group, which would efficiently blow their cover. I don't think the Jaffa follow me.

I head into grass that tangles Jacob's feet and force me to slow. I turn around to ensure that I'm not followed.

No Jaffa, Jacob thinks.

Good.

Suddenly I feel the presence of a symbiote behind me. I start turning around, with the grass still tangling his feet. I feel a sharp blow to his head as I'm sent forward. Damn grass.

Get up and fight! Jacob demands.

I start getting up, but then hear the unmistakable sound of a staff weapon charging only a few inches away from Jacob's head. I don't think we're going to be able to fight out of this one.

To be continued...

Besh and Joth-Elderly farming couple who took in Martouf
Ichard-Doctor's Assistant
Nara and Bex-Took in Amb. Daughter is getting married. Dead.
Starna and Teff-Store owners. Took in Gete.
Thom-Doctor. Dead.