Fic, Stargate SG-1, Why do these things always happen to me?, PG-13, 3/4
I jump up at the sound of an alarm, and realizes I have dozed off. It turns out I am not the only one, and I mentally 'shout' at Jolinar while I frantically try to find out what the problem is.
She wakes up slowly, and sounds groggy when she speaks. ~What? What is going on?~ Then she hears the alarm. ~The alarm!~
She grabs control quickly, and I feel my eyes flash. I start to protest, but then realize that now is not the time, and that every moment could be important if we are to escape.
Not wanting to distract her, I observe as she manipulates the controls. She is not hiding her thoughts, and listening in on them I realize that we have fallen out of hyperspace, probably due to damage sustained when the ha'tak shot at us. Unfortunately, this is apparently a bad part of the Galaxy, and we are in an area that belongs to a Goa'uld called Sokar. I get the feeling he is a really bad one, and that Jolinar is terrified of being captured by him, and sent to... Netu?
She runs to open a small compartment full of crystals which are used to control various things on the ship - among others the hyperdrive. Apparently an overload has caused it to burn out, but surprisingly there are actually spares, and she plugs on in. Racing back to the peltak, she finally gets the hyperdrive online again, just as the ships sensor warns of another ship approaching.
We are safely back in hyperspace, zipping towards whatever planet Jolinar has picked.
~Where is Netu? And what is it?~
~A prison planet belonging to Sokar. He has transformed it to an actual version of Hell. I do not wish to talk about it.~
~Okay. So, how far are we from a safe planet?~
~Unfortunately we started from a place where there are no safe planets nearby, but we should reach Rokala in another five hours - if all goes well. That is an uninhabited planet, with no interest to the Goa'uld, but it has a chaapa'ai.~
~Okay, but if we are still five hours away, then I need a bathroom very soon - and some food would be nice too.~
There is a smile in Jolinar's voice when she answers. ~Yes, I completely agree! Do not forget - I share this body with you, so I feel this as well as you do! Do not worry, there are...bathrooms onboard, of course, and there is usually at least emergency rations and water. We will not suffer.~
Surprisingly, there are no further incident, and we land safely on the planet Rokala. Jolinar puts down the alkesh in a clearing in a forest not too far from the Stargate - but hiding the ship somewhat, despite its size. She hopes the Tok'ra can return to repair and use it further. It is apparently rare they have ships larger than those teltacs she mentioned, and even those are rare. I get the sense that Jolinar is a good deal more daring than most Tok'ra, and will take chances most others would not.
~Jolinar...can we somehow send a message to Stargate Command and tell them I am okay? I mean, they won't really believe anything I say, but maybe it will at least go some way towards making them less suspicious when I do return. Also...I've been thinking...don't you think our people could work together? Be allies? I mean, we share the same goal.~
~You people cannot receive a transmission through hyperspace, and radio would take a long time, unless we dial your world and send it through. The problem with that is that I do not have anything that put out radio signals - it would have to be fashioned for that use, as it is not commonly used by the Tok'ra or the Goa'uld. It travels too slowly to be of any use.~ She thinks about it for a moment. ~We could leave a message somewhere your people will find it?~
~Yes! With the people of the land of the light! My people go there regularly, so they would get it! Jolinar - what about the alliance-idea?~
~It is a good idea, but I doubt my people would be willing. At least there are some it would be hard to convince. They would be afraid that it meant danger to us - and you - if you have knowledge of us and our whereabouts. Perhaps...if you could offer hosts, which is the one thing we always need.~
~I...am not sure. Doubtful, but I think it is worth trying to let our people meet. Don't you? I mean, if we know nothing of the other, then we end up killing each other by accident.~
~Yes...I can see you destroyed two of Apophis's ships that had travelled to your world. I know there were Tok'ra operatives at his court, and they may have been on the ships. I see your point. I will try and suggest it to the Council.~
~Thanks. Now, how do we make that message to the SGC? Do you have any paper?~
~No, that is rarely used, so there is unlikely to be any onboard the alkesh, but you can write a message on a portable computer.~
We had been about to exit the alkesh, but now Jolinar returns to one of the rooms and rummages about in the drawers and cupboards until she finds what she is looking for.
~That is a computer?~
~A small portable one, yes.~ She turns it on and give me a stylus after opening a program. ~Write your message. I will make it so it opens as the first thing when the computer is turned on.~ She gives me control.
I start writing. ~Will it have enough power to last until my people get it?~
Jolinar grins. ~It has enough power to last for thousands of years, even if it is powered on for centuries of the time!~
~Okay...I suppose you're a bit ahead of us in that area then...~ I admit, as I finish writing a short message. ~Do you want to add anything?~
~While I understand what you write because I am in your head, I cannot write your language. Were we blended I would learn it automatically, but as it is now I would have to write in Goa'uld.~
~That's okay. Daniel can read it - or Teal'c can help him.~
~I will keep to standard Goa'uld then.~
Jolinar takes control and write a short note, mostly apologizing for taking me as host, and suggesting we find a way to meet and discuss an allians - and assuring that the Tok'ra are not the same as the Goa'uld. I have no idea how people at Stargate Command will take this - or even how my teammates will take it. We'll see, I guess.
After that, we leave the alkesh and walk to the Stargate. I can feel that every part of my body is still sore, but it is still amazing that I can walk at all, because I had broken an arm, several ribs, cracked a bone in the leg, and had a really bad concussion - and multiple cuts and bruises. Jolinar has mended most, and promises to take care of the rest as soon as possible.
We are both deeply exhausted, and look forward to sleeping somewhere safe.
We arrive on the planet of the land of the light, and I must admit they looked strangely at me, and with concern. While we have stuffed the hand device in a pocket to not look too conspicuous, I only now realize that my clothes are bloody and torn, and that I probably doesn't look too well.
After declining their kind offers of shelter and food - because Jolinar wants back to the Tok'ra as soon as possible and doesn't want to risk anyone from Earth showing up - we give the Goa'uld 'portable computer' to their leader, Tuplo. He promises to hand it over to my people - though he is somewhat confused why I can't do it myself - and then we go back to the Stargate.
I do see what Jolinar mean - and I have to agree with it. If someone from Earth should show up while we are here, I am sure they've been told to apprehend us. That could end in fighting and either we'd end up harming them or we'd end up being shot and/or taken back to Earth, as prisoners. And in that situation I doubt I'd ever convince anyone Jolinar isn't a Goa'uld, which means we'd both be prisoners and guinea pigs for the NID for the foreseeable future.
No, that we can't risk!
Jolinar dials a stopover world, and we go through the wormhole after she has put the hand device back on.
It turns out to be a good thing, because that world is no longer a safe world!
A Goa'uld and his Jaffa are standing a short distance from the Stargate, and he shouts at his Jaffa to capture me the moment we are through. Jolinar dives for a group of rocks and just makes it behind them before the staff weapon shots zoom past us.
~Why can't I ever get a break! Dammit!~
~It is most unfortunate a Goa'uld has decided to explore this world. He may decide to make it part of his domain.~ Jolinar raises her hand and holds it over the rocks for a moment, throwing a strong shockwave at the Goa'uld and the Jaffa.
It is clear they did not expect that, because they are thrown into disarray. Jolinar quickly stands and sends off another shockwave, but the Goa'uld had not been hit before and gets one off too, knocking us over backwards.
My poor body screams from the new injuries, but Jolinar manage to get up enough to see that the Goa'uld was hit too, and is now picking himself up. Jolinar shoots another shockwave at him, almost making us both pass out from exhaustion, but the Goa'uld and his Jaffa are down.
Jolinar gets up, only barely conscious, and on wobbly feet goes to the DHD and dials a new world, hopefully safe this time. Just as we step through, a staff shot zings my left leg, and we almost fall - through the wormhole, fortunately.
Through the Stargate, Jolinar pulls us to the DHD and dials a new address immediately, and we stumble through. Then she dials yet another, and somehow we walk through to that world as well.
We fall out on the planet, half-rolling down the few stairs to the fortunately soft sand. ~Home!~ is the last words I hear from Jolinar before she fades out of consciousness.
I am not much better off than she is, but drags myself to the DHD. At least anyone opening the wornhole won't vaporize us.
I have a vague idea that Jolinar wanted to go towards the dunes, so I crawl a little further, then manage to get up and take several steps towards them, but then I fall. The numbness after the shot in my leg is lifting and the pain is almost unbearable. I cry out, and roll over on my back, trying to gather the strength to move further.
Suddenly, as if out of no where, I am surrounded by people in beige clothes...uniforms I would say, from the similarity between their outfits.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here, Goa'uld?" an older man says harshly.
I try to focus on him, then open my mouth to speak, but no words get out. I cough, and then manage to talk. "I'm not a Goa'uld. I'm...Captain Samantha Carter...of the Tau'ri."
"You have a symbiote," a young man says, his tone as if I am a fool.
I roll my eyes. "I know." I frown. I know him. Somehow. "Martouf?"
He stares at me for a moment, then dips his head. "How do you know that name?"
So it was the symbiote speaking before, and now the host. These are Tok'ra. I just know it. We are home...no, Jolinar is home. They can help us!
"Jolinar...of Malkshur. I'm...her host." I manage to say, before I pass out.
Martouf POV
~Jolinar? She is Jolinar's host? What happened to Rosha?~ I fall to my knees beside the young woman and check on her vital signs.
~I don't know, Martouf,~ Lantash answers sadly. ~But I cannot imagine Jolinar would ever leave her, if she was still alive.~
I hold my hand over her forehead. ~Jolinar is very weak, and they are so badly injured!~
"We should get her to the healers quickly - then they can also determine if she really is Jolinar." Cordesh says. "You had better remove the kara'kesh, in case it is an impostor."
I don't like what he is saying, but I know it is true. There is the possibility that Jolinar was compromised, and that this is someone else, claiming to be her. However, I think the probability is low, given how badly they are injured, and that it was the host speaking. A host from the Tau'ri!
I remove the kara'kesh and put it in my bag, then get up and pick up the young woman, and with her in my arms, I hurry to the ring transporter.
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