(At part 17 and just now realized I've been spelling Olokun wrong. Warning, this part has a curse word. Only one though.

Unicorn682006, thanks for your review and your vote. I was curious to what people would say to that. I have some plans for the Daniel thing, but it won't be resolved in this story.

Es Charmed, thank you. I kind of had the same opinion myself, but also thought it would be good if he did know, so I that's why I asked.

Sweetangel4, nice to hear from you again. I wasn't sure how people would react to two of the symbiotes dating their own hosts.)

Part 17, Gone

-Lantash-

Samantha has fallen asleep for the night, but she gave me permission to visit Martouf before she did. It's a little strange to be asking permission to see my own host, but I don't want her to be uncomfortable if she wakes up. I smile as I enter his room, hoping he's not asleep.

Martouf looks up and gives his Martouf smile. "Lantash." He gets up, and we hug. "I've been wanting to talk to you all day. I've missed you. Malek is great, but he's not you."

"Have you been eating right?"

He grins. "Yes."

"If I return tomorrow to find you missing any nutrition, I'm going to lecture you and Malek about it."

He looks guilty. "I might have missed a few meals."

"Martouf."

"You know I don't want to eat when I'm worried. Lecture me all you want later, but leave Malek out of it. He's tried. You know how stubborn I am." He raises his eyebrows slightly.

I hug him again. "I've missed you." Hm. He smells Martoufy.

He looks to me afterwards. "Did we mess up with Samantha?"

"I don't think so."

"Did I hurt her?"

"No, why would you think you hurt her?"

He looks worried. "She looked hurt when she got her memories back."

I feel bad when remembering how hurt he looked.

He continues, "I know how confused she was with Jolinar's memories, and now after...being together...I...if I hurt her somehow."

"You didn't hurt her," I assure. I want everyone to know the truth, but I want to tell everyone when I am where I should be. More importantly, I want all three of us involved, just the three of us.

"How are you dealing with the memories?"

Uh...

"It must be difficult to avoid them."

"I...didn't exactly avoid them."

Martouf frowns, then looks angry. "You went through Jolinar's memories?!"

"I already felt them when Samantha got hers back. I didn't go through all of them...well, not purposely. I just went through the moments that she and Samantha...blended. I wanted to know why." There's no need to clarify further.

Martouf calms, still frowning, but he nods. "Did you learn anything?"

"No, I just got Samantha's point of view...several times..."

"Well, that's going to be pleasant," Martouf says sarcastically. He looks down for a moment before looking back to me. "Did you at least learn what happened to Rosha?"

"No, but I did confirm that she's...not around."

"We knew that. Jolinar would have never left her otherwise."

I can't say I was sure. As Olokun has proved, a separation between a host and symbiote isn't always willing.

Martouf touches Samantha's hair. "You worked to grow it out, and now she'll have to cut it." Aw, I hadn't thought of that. All my work in vain. It's only a few inches longer than it started anyway. His fingers then lightly trail the necklace he put on her in the clothing room. "Which one of you put it back on?"

"She never took it off." It's quiet for a moment, and I speak again. "I assume Malek is asleep."

"Yes. Try avoiding his name. He's very alert to it, and it might wake him up. Then he'd tell me I should be sleeping, and I don't want to argue about that."

"He'd be right. We should both be sleeping." I'm sure if I were still here if he woke up, he'd be telling me I should sleep too.

"I don't want to keep you awake. You need to be at full health for your journey tomorrow."

"I'll be fine."

"But-"

"Martouf." I touch his shoulders. "I'm not going to die on you."

He nods.

"Tomorrow we'll be back together." I start touching the back of his neck, like I have often done in the past four months, but I stop myself. It's not something I should be doing with my host.

He seems to notice. "Don't want to risk waking him up?"

"Right." Let Martouf think that.

"What was it?"

Damn. He knows me too well. "Well...it was..." I grin, blushing slightly. "Not so innocent."

Martouf grins, and then he kisses me. I stand there, too surprised to respond, but enjoy the vibrations it sends through my skin. "Martouf?" I question when he pulls away.

"You just admitted to thinking about it."

"Not quite."

"You like doing that before kissing someone. I was blended with you for over a hundred years, and now have dated you for four months. You don't think I noticed? It's always what you do when you aren't actively thinking about it. You touch the neck, massage down the spine, and kiss."

"I never realized that." Of course not. He just said it was when I wasn't thinking about it. "It's good?"

"We always enjoyed it." He's still avoiding actually saying Malek. He kisses me again.

I return the kiss this time, letting him control. Having been my host for so long, he knows exactly what I like. When he pulls away I find my hand at the base of his spine. "I do do that."

He grins. "Yeah."

I really should be getting over the past four months. Certain memories of him don't help though. I should leave. Okay, one more kiss. I kiss him. I owe him after all. He gave me a perfect kiss, and I should return the favor. I guide him against the wall, because he likes when one person is up against the wall. I rub my thumb over his wrist gently, right over the pulse. My other hand is a little rougher.

Then someone walks into the room.

Damn!

I look over. Worse. It's Jack. He doesn't look pleased at all. What guy walks into someone else's quarters then get annoyed by what they see?

Martouf looks embarrassed, pulling away, as if that'll change what Jack saw. I catch his wrist and keep hold. Gently of course. "Hello Jack."

"One of the Tok'ra said they saw Sam head this way."

"She's asleep."

Jack looks less pleased. He glances to the part of the room we were a few minutes ago. "I see."

"What Martouf and I do in his personal quarters is not your concern."

"It is when it involves Sam."

I hope he doesn't bring this up to anyone else. If he does, Martouf and I will never hear the end of it. Most Tok'ra give a little warning because walking into someone's quarters, just to be polite. I realize Jack might not have realized he was even being directed to someone's room though. "Samantha isn't getting hurt by this."

Martouf nods. I love him. He doesn't even have to ask. He knows I would have never allowed it if there was a chance it could hurt Sam.

"Yet you waited until she was asleep."

My eyes flare in anger. I don't care how he feels about the Tok'ra. This is getting insulting! "What are you implying?"

"I think you know."

"You should leave."

"I-"

"Now!"

He looks angry.

Martouf steps between us. "Sir..." Oh he's using sir. That means he's being extra polite, though I can see he's also angry. He's hiding it behind a friendly smile. "I assure you, I would never harm Samantha. Lantash was leaving soon anyway. We were just saying goodnight."

"Some goodnight."

"Yes." His grin grows a little, which makes Jack uncomfortable enough to leave. Ha! Martouf turns to me. "Wasn't my way better?"

"Perhaps, but my way of asking him to leave was much more enjoyable."

"That's why I'm the one in control when dealing with him." He hugs me. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Martouf." I hold him close and smell him. It's not often I get to really smell him. Never notice it before because, well, people don't generally notice their own smell. I head out afterwards. Jack is there, probably to make sure I actually leave. I glare at him before heading back to my quarters.

I lay down. I miss Martouf already. I want to smell him. I should have brought something of his to smell. I touch the necklace he put on us. In a way it's the last gift I'll ever get from him in a romantic way, even if it's being borrowed.

I pick up a picture I borrowed from Jacob. It's Martouf and I. Of course I can't be seen, but I'm there. I miss that. I miss his emotions and thoughts. I miss our arguments. I miss comforting each other. I miss being able to actually do something when he's hurt. I can ease the pain or give him warmth. I miss being able to sense every part of him, down to the cell if needed.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll have him back. Tomorrow he'll be my host again.

I close my eyes and set the picture down. Visiting and updating him wasn't the only reason I went. Only if Jack hadn't interrupted...

From a pocket in the dress I pull out a memory device. I attach it easily to Samantha's temple. Then I look at the remote which is turned off. I had discussed this with Samantha, and she said I could use it, but she preferred to be asleep when I did. That means right now is probably the last chance I have to learn the truth about Jolinar.

-Amb-

I pass by an angry looking Jack. I wonder what he's upset about. I sneak into Martouf's quarters and watch for a moment. He seems to be asleep. I should be getting to sleep too. I start heading out, but then he says my name. I turn back to him. "I hope I didn't wake you."

He touches the back of his neck. "Not me."

Oops.

His eyes flash, and my lovely symbiote looks annoyed at me. "You should be sleeping."

I look at the pretty crystal floor. "I know."

"Why am I the only one who seems to be following Kilso's orders?"

I guess I'm not the only one awake. "I tried to sleep." I'm over a hundred years old, yet right now I feel like a child. If I can't sleep, I should be resting at least, not sneaking into other people's quarters. I remind myself to the fact that I am that old. "You should be more worried about yourself." Even if I was the one to wake him. I point to the bed. "Go back in there, close your eyes, and start snoring."

He smiles. "I never snore." He does, however, go back into the bed.

I walk over the tuck a thin blanket around him. "Comfortable?"

He nods. "I trust you are heading back to your quarters after this."

"I promise I will try to sleep." I look to him. He's holding an expression on Martouf that he's held on me so many times. "Goodnight."

He closes his eyes, and I know he'll probably fall asleep quickly. I leave and head not to my quarters, but to Gete's. He's asleep where I left him. Aldwin was having a hard time falling asleep until I visited him. It turned out he had a hard time falling asleep too. They helped each other. They left me alone to be awake, though I know they didn't mean to. I go back into the bed and close my eyes. I'll try to go to sleep because that is what I promised. I know that I will fail though.

-Lantash-

"Colonel, this man is still alive!" The voice was distance, feminine.

He's not the only one in here, and we aren't alive for long. I ignore the near female, working on easing the pain of my current host, a male. I'm terrified, and thinking of Marrtouf and Lantash.

Suddenly I feel mouth on my host's mouth. Could she possibly know? How...? It is, after all, how the Tok'ra join with a new host. What else could be be for, other than kissing.

The female pulls away.

Wishful thinking? Maybe I didn't really feel that. Wait, there is it again. Sorry, I think to the nearly dead man. He's too weak to notice my departure, and I'm thankful for that. I move a hand to the back of the female's head. I move quickly as my new host moves pulls back. Control to me is automatic, and I'm bombarded with memories.

Samantha Carter. Stargate Command. They fight the Goau'ld. They had no knowledge of the Tok'ra. This new host is protesting.

Shit.

"Argh!" Make the guilt go away! Make it go away! I try to scape the memory device away from Samantha's temple, but the memories are too strong. I myself hit something hard, so I think we fell off the bed.

"Carter!"

O'Neill, I think, getting the name from the memories of my new host.

"We have got to go," he continues. His voice was now closer.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to him, startled. What did I just do? I can't believe what I just did! Think. Think! I notice blood and wipe it from my mouth. Did he notice? He must have.

"You all right?"

"Yeah." The answer is automatic.

"Lantash," someone calls.

My name seems distant. I almost feel as if I've forgotten that is my name. Who is that? The memories keep going. I really didn't want to see all this. They seem to go quickly, but it's all very real.

"Yosuuf?" I think she's the one who called me.

I hear her hurrying closer as I feel like I'm having a dream about everyone I love telling me they are all ashamed of me. It includes myself since it's really Jolinar's memories. I watch my dream self tell me that I've put them all to shame. Why am I seeing her dreams?!

Yosuuf pulls me up. Notice the memory device. Take it off. Please?

"What are you doing?" Samantha asks.

"Healing..." is all I can say. I feel cold and exhausted. "Keep...fighting." Samantha is getting strong, but at the cost of my own life. I give her all my strength until I cannot give anymore. "Tell...them..." I don't know if she heard me or not, but my mind goes to Martouf, Lantash, and Rosha. "Forgive me loves."

Yosuuf takes the memory device off. I realize I'm indeed on the floor and leaning against my bed. She couldn't notice that before I felt Jolinar die? I close my eyes. The last thing she thought was asking for my forgiveness. I close my eyes.

"Why did you have a memory device?" Yosef is asking. She looks concerned.

"I wanted to know the truth."

She frowns. "Lantash."

"I had to know." I look up to her. "I had to."

She wipes my cheek, and I realize there was tears. "What did you see? Why did you have the setting of the memory device so high?"

I look down. My head hurts. "I tried on a lower setting. It wasn't working. I kept seeing Samantha's point of view. The high setting was the only one that worked." I touch my temple. "I couldn't get it off though. The memories made reality disappear." That's why I wanted Martouf around when I did this. No one should use the memory device when they are alone. I knew better, but I did it anyway.

Yosuuf touches Samantha's hair. "You hit her head."

What? I touch my temple again, realizing there is blood running down.

"If you are able to heal it, I don't think it'll delay the switches back." She helps me up and wiped the blood away. "Is Sam asleep?"

"Yeah, she wanted to be asleep for this." That way the memories don't come to her so strongly. They just come to her gently after she's woken up. I sit down on the bed.

"Is what you found worth this?"

I smile. "Yes, it was worth it." I had been worried about invading before, but I realize Jolinar wanted me to know the truth. Though she certainly had other ideas of how I'd get it.

I lay down, and Yosuuf watches for a few minutes before leaving. I heal Samantha quickly enough before going to sleep.

-Sam-

Somehow I know I'm dreaming. I'm walking around one of my childhood homes. It's the one that has the best memories for me. I still dream about it...obviously.

"Hello Samantha." A dream Lantash. He looks like Martouf.

"Hello."

"We haven't spoken much lately."

I miss that. I turn to him. "Well, you've been avoiding me."

He takes my hands, and I feel a hug as only a symbiote can give its host. "My Samantha, I can only hope that the last four months has been as joyful for you as it has been for me."

I would have never thought I would enjoy being blended. The four months without memory isn't much of an issue though. It's how we feel after our memories have returned.

"I'll miss you," he adds.

"You'll have Martouf back."

"A part of me is always lost with every host I lose. It won't be any different with you, though you will be the first who doesn't die in the loss."

That makes me feel special. It's also a little sad. I don't want to take anything from him.

He touches my temple lightly, and trails his fingers through my hair. He arrives at my ear and caresses it gently. Each touch feels hot. Not painful. Good. Very good. He disappears, but the feeling stays. "Lantash."

I wake up and begin wondering if that was really him or not. I check on him. He's asleep. He would have had to been awake if he purposely caused the dream. It could have been a combined dreamed. Hmm. I check on him again. He's not dreaming though. I guess it was all me.

I get up and get dressed. As I do, I start remembering Lantash's visit with Martouf. Well, that's interesting. I also start remembering his use of the memory device. I touch my temple where it bled. The injury has been healed. "Hello," I say when I feel someone approaching the room.

"Hello Samantha." It's Malek. "How are you?"

I turn to him after fixing my bed. "Good."

"In an hour everyone will be back where they belong, and I'll be taking the first mission out of here. Amb has agreed to it."

"Don't you want some recovery time with the others?"

"It's the others we want to avoid."

"Oh." This is very strange. It's Malek. When I first met him I considered him a condescending symbiote who's only felt emotions were care for the Tok'ra, hatred for his enemy, and arrogance towards everyone else. I found myself to be part of that "everyone else." He was pushy, one minded, and way too stubborn for his own good. But the last four months he was a devoted, caring, and strong symbiote, who I fell in love with. Still stubborn, which set him towards his goals. It's hard to combine the two "Malek"s into one, which is what he really is.

"I wanted to know...if you..." He gives a shy grin I would have never thought him capable of before this. "If I can kiss you a last time."

"You want to kiss me?"

"Well, I thought it might be really awkward if I asked you after I returned to Amb," he jokes.

I grin slightly and kiss him. He closes his eyes and takes my lower arms. "I'll miss this." He kisses me again.

I smile afterwards. "I guess that was two last kisses."

"Want to get breakfast? Martouf hasn't been eating very well these past few days, and given last night's conversation, I'll be getting lectured about it."

"Well, I wouldn't want that." I follow him to the Tok'ra mess hall. I get some food, having no idea what is what, and sit down at a table with him. "So, this mission...?"

"Classified, as you would say."

I nod slightly. He's going to be a spy. "Weren't you caught last time?"

He looks defensive. "That wasn't my fault."

"I didn't mean to blame you, it's just...aren't you worried the Goa'uld know what you look like now?"

"They don't usually share information." He takes some bites of his breakfast.

It's quiet, and I don't know what to say. It gets uncomfortable. "So Freya is married?"

"Yes. It was a lovely wedding...so I heard."

"You didn't go?"

"I wasn't invited." He picks up what looks like a potato chip. "Anise and I don't get along very well. With Tok'ra weddings, it's impossible for everyone to attend, given our lifestyle. There was no reason for me to take time out of my schedule to go to hers."

"So you all have a funeral together, but you don't all celebrate things like weddings together." I frown slightly. "That's kind of sad."

Malek looks serious. "Funerals are more important to attend."

"I didn't mean to insult."

He changes the subject. "I guess Lantash failed in his mission to learn the truth about Jolinar."

I feel a little uncomfortable. "Actually, he succeeded after he left your quarters. He didn't get much sleep. I think it's better if you learn the truth from him." I don't know the entire truth myself. I'm avoiding the memories he's found.

He nods as he finishes his meal. There wasn't much on his plate in the first place. "Jack is coming."

Oh, right. He wanted to talk to me last night about something.

"And Martouf is waking up," Malek adds.

"Good morning, Martouf."

"I should go before he sees your friend and gets angry again." He starts getting up. "He needs to be calm for the switch."

"I'll see you soon, Malek." I watch him walk away.

Martouf? Lantash thinks as he wakes up.

I get up, putting my plate away. You aren't back in him yet.

He sends off an emotional sting, offended. I know that. I thought I heard him being mentioned.

I was talking to Malek, and he said Martouf was waking up. I look to Jack. "Hello sir." Daniel and Teal'c are with him, and I greet them as well.

"Glad to see you awake," Jack replies, which causes me to hear a mental hiss from Lantash.

If Martouf needs to be calm for the switch, then Lantash certain needs to be too. Ignore him, please.

I haven't figured out what is more offensive? That he thinks I would hurt you, that he thinks I would hurt my host, which also happens to be you, or that he thinks I approve of using a host. Then there is the offense to Martouf. He thinks Martouf would approve of using a host.

Lantash-

Martouf is a host. Why would be approve of using one?!

"Sir, I need to go."

"Are-"

"You offended Lantash."

Hey! He thinks.

Like he doesn't know. You made it clear last night that you were offended. "He needs to be calm before he goes back to Martouf, and...you're kind of having the opposite effect."

Teal'c raises and eyebrow, probably wondering what he missed. Daniel is frowning slightly and giving Jack a "What did you do?" look. Jack is frowning slightly. "All right."

I walk away.

No wonder Malek left the area so quickly, Lantash thinks.

I realize Malek left to avoid Jack himself. Jack never said anything against Malek.

He accused his current host, and yes, indirectly he accused Malek. There is a certain expectation with the Tok'ra, that you should be able to pick up things from your blended partner, even if you are asleep, especially for a symbiote since we are older than any of our hosts. It's usually for when the host needs us, but it also includes illegal activity. Remember your nightmares? What kind of symbiote would I be if I kept on sleeping while you were worried or scared?

I wouldn't have blamed you.

But I was always there, wasn't I?

I grin. Yes.

And I helped you, like I should, just as you helped me when I had nightmares. I always take care of my hosts. I love each and every one of them, and I meant it when I said a piece of me always leaves with them.

I stop. That...that was you?

That was me.

I feel the same burn as from the dream. I'm going to miss this. He hugs me. I'm going to miss that too. Well, that part you lost when you were removed from Martouf is about to come back.

He grins.

And you'll be bringing a part of me with you.

We'll take good care of it, he jokes, as if it's a physical thing.

I smile and continue walking. Gete, Amb, Martouf, and Kilso are in the healing room when I arrive. Kilso is scanning them. "I asked that only those involved be here," Kilso says. "I thought you'd want the privacy."

I feel a bit sorry for Freya and Daniel. They were part of everything until the end.

Kilso scans me. "It seems you are all ready." That's good. After last night, I wasn't sure if we'd be ready.

I should numb your throat when it's time, Lantash thinks. It'd hurt otherwise. I don't want our last seconds to be painful for you.

Gete looks nervous now, and he speaks to Aldwin. "Take your time. I'm ready when you're ready. Don't hurt yourself."

I glance to another direction to give them some privacy, not that they would know I'm looking elsewhere.

Watching might help you prepare, Lantash thinks.

Fine, I'll watch when Malek switches. I look up and see Amb has blood on his lips. He takes out a cloth and wipes it off. I wonder where he was keeping that. He looks...not sure, uncomfortable.

I'm sure he is, Lantash thinks. Malek will return to him soon though and make it better.

Malek moves closer to do this...or Martouf. Not sure which one is in control.

They switched a few times, that's why. Lantash takes control and moves closer help steady Martouf if he needs it.

Kilso is running scans again. He nods when he's done, which I guess means everyone is okay. I watch Malek switch over. Lantash takes a grip of one of Martouf's arms while wrapping my arm around his back. Martouf is coughing. Amb or Malek goes to sit.

"Are you ready?" Lantash asks when Martouf seems to finish coughing.

Martouf nods.

I get control again and now have instructions.

Stand in front of him. Lean in like you're going to kiss him. Take his hands. It'll feel more comfortable that way. Also you can use us to keep steady if needed. Concentrate on standing.

I move in front, then glance to Malek as he moves behind me. My throat becomes numb. I look back to Martouf and lean in while concentrating on staying upright.

I'll see you soon, Lantash says, then he disappears. His thoughts and emotions are gone, and it leaves me feeling shaky and cold. As he switches over I feel like my knees are going to give out. I grip Martouf's hands harder. I still want to drop. Malek is there though, keeping me stable.

Martouf's eyes flash, but his expression turns back to Martouf after a few seconds.

I cough a few times. Kilso is using the healing device on me. The numbness disappears, not needed because he healed me. However, now I feel blood in my throat, and it makes me want to gag. I swallow, hoping that'll rid of most of it.

"Samantha?" Martouf looks concerned.

"I'm fine."

He watches me for a few seconds before his expression changes. He's now talking to Lantash. He's going to know everything. What will he think? Lantash hadn't said one way or another. I feel something on my arm and realize Kilso is putting a monitoring device on me. He hadn't put one on anyone else.

"I won't ask you to stay here for the next hour or so, but I will be monitoring you."

I look to the devise. "Just me?"

"You're special," he answers, which is a polite way of saying he thinks being unblended puts me at higher risk. No one to heal me. No one to monitor me. No one to give hugs and warmth. No one to answer every random thought or to share my emotions with. If I felt this bad on Neeria I would have had Lantash take over.

"Will you be staying another day?" Kilso asks.

Even though I know better, I pause my answer to get an opinion from within first. "I don't know." Lantash would have an opinion. He has an opinion on everything.

"Very well. Let me know as soon as you decide." He scans me a last time before walking to another part of the room.

I leave before Martouf can give me his opinion on what he's learned. I find my quarters and start packing. A voice inside tells me to stay. I don't know why though. I don't know if it's because I want to stay or because Lantash would want me to stay.

"Sam?"

I turn around. "Hi Dad."

He looks to my bag. "Leaving?"

"I don't know."

"Whether or not you are staying, you do need to visit Earth and give Mark a call."

I nod. "What did you tell him?" I know most of what Mark knows, or rather, what Mark thinks. I don't know about the last conversation though.

"He believes you are still recovering after being shot."

"He must be worried."

Dad nods. "How are you feeling?"

"A little lonely, but I'll recover."

"You reached out to where he was."

I frown, then realize I'm touching the back of my neck. "Uh, well...I'll have to...not do that later." I sit down, and he sits next to me. "I always thought it would be overwhelming and crowded. If I hadn't had amnesia, it probably would have been. But for four months, it was all I knew."

"How did it feel after you got your memory back?"

"It was fine. He was there, and..." I glance down. "He always did what he could the help me. I realized he holds a lot of pride about that after he got his memories, taking care of his hosts."

"That's the case with any Tok'ra, though some more than others. The best blending is when host and symbiote feel that way about each other."

I nod slightly. "I should probably go call Mark. I'm sure he's waiting."

My dad seems glad that I said that, and he leads the way. He talks to a Tok'ra to tell Kilso what's going on.

I follow Dad, a bit nervous. It's been a while since I've been on Earth. Thinking of which, where are the others from Earth? "Where are Daniel and the others?"

"I told them you might need time alone."

I see Kilso at the rings when we arrive. I guess he's coming with. I turn back to my dad. "After which you can come visit me yourself."

He grins and rings us all up. "You didn't tell me to leave. Jack looked he really wanted to talk to you about something." He frowns. "Is there something I should know?"

"Nothing important."

It takes several minutes to get to the ring. Dad dials in and sends the signal. We go through. Wow. Earth. I miss Earth. Members of SGC give me smiles. Right. They thought I was dead.

Kilso is grinning as he looks around. "Keeping your chaapa'ai under the earth is interesting. We do it on occasion, but it is very difficult and requires a good deal of energy and work." He looks over to the stargate. "Can I see the iris?"

I look up to see Walter is in the control room. I wait until the wormhole disengages before having him close it. Kilso goes up and touches it. "Why don't we have one of these?"

"If the Goa'uld couldn't get to a planet, they would suspect we were there," Selmak answers. "Blending in with nature doesn't work very well if we modify the stargate."

I head to the nearest phone and call my brother.

To be continued...

(I think that was my longest part. Hmm. Anyway, I cheated a bit with the memories with Jolinar and used stuff from one of my previous stories. I thought about what I should do about it. Should I use the same reason I did before, or should I come up with another reason? I decided to keep it the same because even before I knew Lantash would learn the truth, I had it in my mind that it happened in the way I had written it before.)