What it is to be young… again.
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Overview: Just a little one shot about Martouf and Sam. As usual its passionate Lantash that convinces his life partner to move forward with the situation.
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Italics indecate thoughts and host/ symbiote communication.
Martouf just stared in surprise and utter bemusement at the outfits his SG-1 friends were wearing. Some were wearing black hats; pointed like arrows and some had red horns upon their heads.
This is…most unusual he thought to his life partner whilst he took in other even stranger sights such as skeletons hanging from doors and bats menacingly hovering from the ceiling.
Most strange Lantash agreed whist chuckling to him self.
What is so amusing?
You will soon see beloved. You never were very observant.
Oi…!
"Hello Martouf."
"Hello Samantha" He felt his blood boil and an odd tingle travel down his most private of areas mainly because of what she was wearing. A low cut black dress, which was made out of something that closely resembled plastic, along with a pointed hat that sat on her head at an odd angle. All this just served the purpose of accentuating her curves and a long, black pendent encouraged his eyes to travel just a little lower than they usually would. "You look nice."
Always so careful with your words Martouf, why can't we show her what she means to us? Purred Lantash as he shared in his host's needs and wants.
She looks very desirable but she is our last link to Rosha and Jolinar. That's not a link that I am willing to loose by being foolish and letting our desires get the better of me.
"Thank you" She smiled "it is good to see you again. How is my dad and is he going to visit soon?"
How a single smile or one glimpse in her lovely blue eyes could drive him crazy, he would never know. But it always did.
Martouf composed himself and smiled his usual warm smile at her "Your father is well and he shall join us later. He was required to resolve a small issue on base."
Lantash was suddenly in a fit of hysterics.
Small issue? As always you speak too lightly beloved. We can hardly call him getting a local girl pregnant whist on a mission 'a small issue.' Though Selmac said that it was necessary to blend in to the community. It's not really the most believable of stories considering he was there to rally some people to our cause as hosts. So fitting in… not really an issue. Do you agree?
Martouf decided that that comment was not even worth an answer. 'After all' he thought 'we all do have habits of making mistakes. Such as merely saying 'fond' all those months ago.' He realized that he was a coward; too afraid to loose another love to allow anyone in.
We love her. Why not strive to be happy? As usual Lantash had locked onto his thoughts and the same argument as had happened most days in the last two years was about to begin. After all Jacob and Selmac don't seem to have an issue with being happy. Why should we?
You know why we cannot as well as I do. It is much easier this way. Sadness filled his voice. However we shall play it your way but just remember my thoughts in forty years time when she dies and we are in pain again.
Sometimes Lantash mused the pain is worth it.
He looked again at the blonde beauty standing in front of him and asked, "Why are you all dressed in such strange attire?"
"Well; here on Earth we have a tradition were once a year we dress up in costume and go 'trick or treating' for candy" She explained. However this explanation just made him all the more confused.
"Why do you do this?"
"It is where a pagan festival has continued on to modern times. It is all a lot of fun ya know. Are you going to join in?
Well, he thought to Lantash with a wink, who could it possibly hurt? Plus if it is fun she wants; who am I to deny her.
Lantash laughed again, what it is to be young and in love. Your happiness will make me feel five hundred again. Go and win her heart like she has won ours.
The End