My fic: Clonings (Sam/Martouf/Lantash, PG-13) 3/3
After dinner Sam took a brief walk outside. The air was still warm and one of the planets moons was just coming up. It was very pretty and she really needed some time to get everything together in her mind.
She stopped at an opening in the small forest and looked at the lake in front of her. The moon was reflecting in the water and it was beautiful. Now and then a fish would make a splash, but otherwise all was quiet. Sam sighed and sat down on a large flat rock near the shore. It was still warm from the sun and she felt very relaxed.
How strangely all had changed recently! It was only months ago that she attended Vala and Daniel’s wedding, and she had been crying because she would never get a chance to find happiness with Martouf. Then so much had happened - she had literally died and...she was another person. Or was she? She remembered all that had happened during the 10 years she had been in stasis. She shook her head at the strangeness of that statement. However, if she doubted for a minute that she was Sam from 10 years ago she could just look in a mirror. She had been shocked that she looked so young.
Not that she looked old ‘before’ - her clone, that is - just that life had been hard and stressful. She had been through much - many dangers. Now all those scars were wiped from her body. The years were gone. She absentmindedly touched her neck were the Goa’uld had entered that time when they had discovered the cloned Goa’ulds that were too young to take over when the host was awake.
That scar was gone as well. She had never been taken over by it. She felt happy about that. She had hated the scar. Martouf was right - a host would feel it distressing to have such a scar. It was a good thing the Tok’ra did not enter their hosts that way.
Martouf... He was alive. He too had been a clone - the one that died. As had the Lantash that died. Now the original Martouf and Lantash were with them again. She knew they loved her...she suddenly realised that it had only been weeks or less between the time they had been cloned and the time Martouf/Lantash had been made zatarcs. Perhaps it had even been done to the clones when they were made? It made sense.
In any case, they probably already felt for her as they had done when they died. Martouf had said they had grown ‘fond’ of her. Later she had heard from Lantash that they loved her as much as they had loved Jolinar.
Her heart beat faster when she thought about it. They loved her! And she knew she loved them! She should tell them. But they still would live on different planets, even if there were no longer many Goa’uld left to make life dangerous. There were many other things to make life dangerous for them.
And there were still the issue with her growing old and dying while Martouf would still be as young as today.
She would have to think about becoming Tok’ra. It was no longer so much of a problem - she had come to terms with what Jolinar had done and she had forgiven her. It was past. Could she become a host again? Were she ready? She thought so.
She sighed deeply, then suddenly froze. Someone was approaching - she felt the naquadah. Relaxing, she realised it would have to be Martouf and Lantash. Teal’c no longer had a symbiote and Vala had only traces of naquadah, much less than her, so she could only be sensed when Sam was very close by.
‘Hello, Samantha.’
‘Hi, Martouf...Lantash.’ Sam turned partly to look at them.
He came to stand beside her, looking out over the water beside her. After some moments he sighed deeply.
‘Much has changed in the galaxy while we were in stasis. The Goa’uld are mostly gone, and we are very happy about that. It more than makes up for the fact that there are few Tok’ra left.’ He turned to Sam. ‘I talked to Teal’c some. I sensed he did not have a symbiote any longer and he explained that he and many other Jaffa now use tretonin. It is a dream come true that the Jaffa are no longer dependant on the Goa’uld. It saddens me that this came together with the death of Egeria.’ He gave over control to Lantash.
‘She would have considered it a small price to pay for freeing the Jaffa from the dependency of the Goa’uld.’ Lantash was quiet for some time. ‘The Tok’ra are truly a dying race now. We have become very few. It is...hard.’
Sam didn’t know what to say. She put a hand on his arm and squeezed gently. He looked at her.
‘Lantash, perhaps all is not lost...’ Sam suddenly remembered what they had gotten from the Asgard. ‘We only have a tentaive grasp on it for now, but we got all the knowledge from the Asgard when they committed mass suicide. We have their research on cloning. I’m sure your scientists can figure it out. I will do my best to convince our people to give the Tok’ra access to that research.’
‘The Asgard committed suicide?’
‘Yes, because they were dying - problems after having cloned themselves for so long. They tried to solve the problem, but...’
‘It is not a bad idea, but we might risk the same problem as them, unless we can overcome it.’
‘
‘Perhaps some sort of combination with DNA from more than one symbiote - the Asgard also changed themselves extensially - you won’t want to do that. Also, can’t a queen be made? Then you won’t even need to clone afterwards and can go back to normal breeding.’
‘It is possible...’ Lantash nodded, looking interested. ‘I know we have old cell samples from Egeria. Perhaps they can be combined with that of a cloned symbiote and thus create a queen...it would be very interesting if you can get the SGC to give our scientists access.’
Sam smiled, happy Lantash seemed to be in a better mood. She felt like hugging him.
He looked at her, somehow sensing her mood.
‘Samantha?’ He turned fully towards her, taking one of her hands in his. ‘I am sorry you - your clone - had to be the one to shoot our clones.’
‘It was hard.’ Sam admitted. ‘Harder than anything else I had ever done. Than anything I did afterwards. I have so many regrets. Never telling you...’ She stopped herself and blushed.
‘Never telling me what?’ Lantash looked hopefully.
Sam made a decision. ‘That I love you. Both of you, Lantash. You and Martouf.’ She looked at them, fearful she was wrong and they did not love her. What if his - clones - admission had been the result of faults in the cloning? The brainwashing?
He smiled widely. ‘Samantha.’ He took her in his arms. ‘Do not look so concerned. We love you. Both of us!’
Sam looked happily at him. She leaned in to kiss him, thinking that those two together were just perfect! Martouf was sweet and kind - the very definition of the perfect man to bring home and introduce to your parents. Lantash was also an absolute sweetie, but on top of that he was also more the dangerous, bad guy your parents warn you about. Not that he would ever do anything wrong, but he was the kind you’d imagine dressed in leather jacket and riding a motorcycle... Of course, that was really Sam who did that, and besides, Jacob had already met both of them...Sam shook her head at herself and her thoughts and focused on the kiss. Lantash had deepened it, and begun to fondle her back.
‘My sweet Samantha, I look forward to showing you how much I love you...” His voice was deep and seductive and Sam felt her longing for these two men.
Her last coherent thought before she surrendered completely to her feelings and lust were that she hoped their friends would not come looking for them anytime soon.
She stopped at an opening in the small forest and looked at the lake in front of her. The moon was reflecting in the water and it was beautiful. Now and then a fish would make a splash, but otherwise all was quiet. Sam sighed and sat down on a large flat rock near the shore. It was still warm from the sun and she felt very relaxed.
How strangely all had changed recently! It was only months ago that she attended Vala and Daniel’s wedding, and she had been crying because she would never get a chance to find happiness with Martouf. Then so much had happened - she had literally died and...she was another person. Or was she? She remembered all that had happened during the 10 years she had been in stasis. She shook her head at the strangeness of that statement. However, if she doubted for a minute that she was Sam from 10 years ago she could just look in a mirror. She had been shocked that she looked so young.
Not that she looked old ‘before’ - her clone, that is - just that life had been hard and stressful. She had been through much - many dangers. Now all those scars were wiped from her body. The years were gone. She absentmindedly touched her neck were the Goa’uld had entered that time when they had discovered the cloned Goa’ulds that were too young to take over when the host was awake.
That scar was gone as well. She had never been taken over by it. She felt happy about that. She had hated the scar. Martouf was right - a host would feel it distressing to have such a scar. It was a good thing the Tok’ra did not enter their hosts that way.
Martouf... He was alive. He too had been a clone - the one that died. As had the Lantash that died. Now the original Martouf and Lantash were with them again. She knew they loved her...she suddenly realised that it had only been weeks or less between the time they had been cloned and the time Martouf/Lantash had been made zatarcs. Perhaps it had even been done to the clones when they were made? It made sense.
In any case, they probably already felt for her as they had done when they died. Martouf had said they had grown ‘fond’ of her. Later she had heard from Lantash that they loved her as much as they had loved Jolinar.
Her heart beat faster when she thought about it. They loved her! And she knew she loved them! She should tell them. But they still would live on different planets, even if there were no longer many Goa’uld left to make life dangerous. There were many other things to make life dangerous for them.
And there were still the issue with her growing old and dying while Martouf would still be as young as today.
She would have to think about becoming Tok’ra. It was no longer so much of a problem - she had come to terms with what Jolinar had done and she had forgiven her. It was past. Could she become a host again? Were she ready? She thought so.
She sighed deeply, then suddenly froze. Someone was approaching - she felt the naquadah. Relaxing, she realised it would have to be Martouf and Lantash. Teal’c no longer had a symbiote and Vala had only traces of naquadah, much less than her, so she could only be sensed when Sam was very close by.
‘Hello, Samantha.’
‘Hi, Martouf...Lantash.’ Sam turned partly to look at them.
He came to stand beside her, looking out over the water beside her. After some moments he sighed deeply.
‘Much has changed in the galaxy while we were in stasis. The Goa’uld are mostly gone, and we are very happy about that. It more than makes up for the fact that there are few Tok’ra left.’ He turned to Sam. ‘I talked to Teal’c some. I sensed he did not have a symbiote any longer and he explained that he and many other Jaffa now use tretonin. It is a dream come true that the Jaffa are no longer dependant on the Goa’uld. It saddens me that this came together with the death of Egeria.’ He gave over control to Lantash.
‘She would have considered it a small price to pay for freeing the Jaffa from the dependency of the Goa’uld.’ Lantash was quiet for some time. ‘The Tok’ra are truly a dying race now. We have become very few. It is...hard.’
Sam didn’t know what to say. She put a hand on his arm and squeezed gently. He looked at her.
‘Lantash, perhaps all is not lost...’ Sam suddenly remembered what they had gotten from the Asgard. ‘We only have a tentaive grasp on it for now, but we got all the knowledge from the Asgard when they committed mass suicide. We have their research on cloning. I’m sure your scientists can figure it out. I will do my best to convince our people to give the Tok’ra access to that research.’
‘The Asgard committed suicide?’
‘Yes, because they were dying - problems after having cloned themselves for so long. They tried to solve the problem, but...’
‘It is not a bad idea, but we might risk the same problem as them, unless we can overcome it.’
‘
‘Perhaps some sort of combination with DNA from more than one symbiote - the Asgard also changed themselves extensially - you won’t want to do that. Also, can’t a queen be made? Then you won’t even need to clone afterwards and can go back to normal breeding.’
‘It is possible...’ Lantash nodded, looking interested. ‘I know we have old cell samples from Egeria. Perhaps they can be combined with that of a cloned symbiote and thus create a queen...it would be very interesting if you can get the SGC to give our scientists access.’
Sam smiled, happy Lantash seemed to be in a better mood. She felt like hugging him.
He looked at her, somehow sensing her mood.
‘Samantha?’ He turned fully towards her, taking one of her hands in his. ‘I am sorry you - your clone - had to be the one to shoot our clones.’
‘It was hard.’ Sam admitted. ‘Harder than anything else I had ever done. Than anything I did afterwards. I have so many regrets. Never telling you...’ She stopped herself and blushed.
‘Never telling me what?’ Lantash looked hopefully.
Sam made a decision. ‘That I love you. Both of you, Lantash. You and Martouf.’ She looked at them, fearful she was wrong and they did not love her. What if his - clones - admission had been the result of faults in the cloning? The brainwashing?
He smiled widely. ‘Samantha.’ He took her in his arms. ‘Do not look so concerned. We love you. Both of us!’
Sam looked happily at him. She leaned in to kiss him, thinking that those two together were just perfect! Martouf was sweet and kind - the very definition of the perfect man to bring home and introduce to your parents. Lantash was also an absolute sweetie, but on top of that he was also more the dangerous, bad guy your parents warn you about. Not that he would ever do anything wrong, but he was the kind you’d imagine dressed in leather jacket and riding a motorcycle... Of course, that was really Sam who did that, and besides, Jacob had already met both of them...Sam shook her head at herself and her thoughts and focused on the kiss. Lantash had deepened it, and begun to fondle her back.
‘My sweet Samantha, I look forward to showing you how much I love you...” His voice was deep and seductive and Sam felt her longing for these two men.
Her last coherent thought before she surrendered completely to her feelings and lust were that she hoped their friends would not come looking for them anytime soon.