Fanfic, Inquisition, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, PG-13, 9/13
Sam POV
After eating some, and drinking some hot tea, Lantash has fallen asleep. My dad went back to bed too, and exhausted, I fall asleep on the couch.
It is late morning - or rather close to noon - when I wake to the sound of someone hammering on the door to our building.
I jump up and flee for the bathroom - which I need to use anyway - but remember to pull the curtains around Martouf/Lantash's bed first. I hear my dad open the door out, to answer whomever is outside.
What do we do if it is Nittik, and he insists on seeing me?
After some time, someone raps on the door to the bathroom. "Sam?"
It is my dad. "Yes?"
"Don't worry, it's just me."
He sounds tired.
I step out from the bathroom and look at him. "Who was it?"
"A messenger from Nittik. He reports that they still haven't caught the 'warlock'. He also..." my dad sighs. "Repeats his promise of guarding our building, then inn, and the Stargate. Nittik also informs you that he looks forward to seeing you well again, and that he will be inviting you to dinner as soon as you are well. He...also wishes to inform you that he wants the wedding to take place as soon as possible - and he regretfully informs you that 'other people' insists that our building must be searched too. Not because he doesn't trust us - or so he claims - but because they want to ensure no one suspects we are in league with the warlock. Which no one does, of course." My dad rolls his eyes.
I groan. "Wonderful. I really hope he's not going to insist on forcing me to anything. What do we do?"
"Nittik - the repulsive inquisitor. He is still demanding on marrying you?" Lantash suddenly asks from the bed. I look to him, and he has yanked the curtain aside and is sitting up. "Has he harmed you while I slept? I will kill him! Slowly! Also for what he has done to me and my beloved Martouf!"
"Don't worry, Lantash. Nittik hasn't touched me. I just hope I can keep it that way!" I tell him. I turn to my dad. "When would he be back here? And insist on seeing me and having his men search the room, I mean?"
"I don't know. Later today, maybe. Or tomorrow, if I can convince him." My dad sighs. "I'll go get some food for us."
It is later that day. We have all bathed and eaten, and even gotten some clean sheets for the bed, so Lantash doesn't have to lie on the ones with blood and dirt on. We couldn't exactly hand those back to the inn looking like that, so we've scrubbed them ourselves and dad put them up in the garden. Good thing that is not guarded!
Lantash has slept some more. I checked on his wounds, and all traces of them are almost gone now! It's impressive. It looks like there will not even be scars from the whipping or the burns, which is beyond me how that is possible. Symbiotes sure have some healing powers!
It is evening, and we have just eaten dinner, when Lantash smiles. "Martouf is awake."
"That is good to know." My dad says.
"Yes, it is. Are you okay both of you?"
Lantash nods. "Yes, we are. The only remnant of the injuries are our nails, which has not yet regrown to normal length, but soon will." He sighs. "We are also still tired. Exhausted, actually, from the stress of it all, and from healing, but a good nights sleep will take care of that."
He bows his head and gives Martouf control. He looks up at me, smiling.
"Hello, Samantha." He looks to my dad. "Hello, Jacob. Thank you, both of you, for saving the lives of Lantash and I."
"Of course we did that!" I tell him. "I'm just sorry we couldn't free you quicker. I'm so sorry you had to suffer for so long at the hands of that evil maniac."
Martouf nods. "We are well now, though, so do not worry. I am sure you saved us as fast as you could."
I take his hand and squeeze it. "We did. You have no idea how happy I am to know that both of you are okay."
"We're very relieved you're okay." My dad agrees. "Now we just need to find a way of keeping you - and us - that way."
"Nittik." Martouf says, a rare expression of anger crossing his handsome features.
"Yes." My dad sighs. "We're not able to get out of here, because his guards are everywhere, including outside this inn. On both sides, not just the main entrance. Even if we somehow made it past them, there's another problem. The Stargate is guarded."
"Maybe we can scare them away the same way we scared people away so we could save Martouf?" I suggest.
"It is not a bad idea." Martouf agrees.
"It might work, yes." My dad says. "However, we first need to make it out of here, and get the ingredients without being followed. We can't do that if we're on the run after knocking out some guards."
"No, but maybe I can convince Nittik to let me go and buy some of the ingredients - say, for a special dish I want to make for him? A cake, maybe?" I suggest.
"That's a great idea!" My dad frowns. "We still need to find a way to get through the search of the building which will probably happen tomorrow morning."
He bows his head, indicating that Selmak is taking control. Does she have an idea?
"Selmak?" Martouf asks.
She nods. "Yes, I have an idea. The bed in here is large and with curtains around it. If Samantha sleeps in it together with you, Martouf, then when Nittik and his men comes, you can remain in there with the curtains drawn. Surely they will not search the bed of a woman extensively - at least not when it is a woman who Nittik wants, and who is pretending to be sick. Martouf can hide under the blankets meanwhile - if the curtains are only pulled back a little, and the room is dark, no one will notice. Not will all those pillows and blankets."
"That's a good idea..." I say, blushing a little as I look at Martouf.
"It may work." He agrees. "But I fear what will happen to Samantha if I am discovered. Nittik will be furious, and may decide to kill her. Probably torture her as well... and being the perverted evil man he is, he will certainly force himself on her too. We should not risk you being harmed by this creep, Samantha."
I shudder briefly. "I don't think there is much danger. Besides, you'd be captured too - in any case. This way you have the best chance of not being captured. I will gladly risk that small danger for a change - a big chance - of saving your life."
Martouf smiles. "Thank you, Samantha."
"Then that is settled." Selmak says, and gives my dad control again.
"I can't say I would have expected to get behind a suggestion that puts my daughter at any risk, but I agree. This is the best chance we have." He gives Martouf a hard stare, making it clear that he had better not try anything!
I roll my eyes at my dad. It's none of his business who I sleep with - in either sense of the word.