Fic, Stargate SG-1, Transitions, PG-13, 3/3

[ltkatia]

 Lantash had blended with Martouf, and then worked at healing him for a long time. He had finally succeeded, and was now relaxing. He was exhausted, it was hard to heal a new host after just changing hosts - and after trying to save the former one. And that was without talking about the emotional exhaustion. He was trying not to think of it right now, but as soon as Lyar's name or image appeared in Lantash's mind, he felt like crying. He missed him so terribly much.
That was not something he could let Martouf feel, though. The child was already suffering from having lost his family, his home, and everyone he had ever known. He would soon leave his planet, probably forever, as there was no one left there anyway. No, he had suffered enough. Lantash would protect him from his own grief.

Martouf was now sleeping peacefully, and Lantash took care not to wake him when he got up.

'Are you all right?'

'Yes, just very tired. We had better find Korra and Aldwin and get out of here.'

'Agreed.'

They moved quickly, meeting no one alive, and soon reached the old temple.

Korra stepped out from a hiding place holding a large stick, but relaxed when he saw Jora and a child. 'Good to see you, Jora. I assume that is the child you went to rescue. Where is Lantash?' He suddenly looked at the child closer, as he felt an energy signature from him.

'He is here, and yes, my new host, Martouf, is the child we went to rescue. It is a long story. Is it safe here?'

'Yes, we are fairly certain it is. We have seen no one but you for almost two hours. The Jaffa have left with their slaves.' He looked at the child. 'I apologize, Martouf. Your people...'

'He is still unconscious. He was shot in the back, but I have healed him.'

Korra nodded. 'I see.'

'If it is safe, I would like to rest for a little while.'

'Of course.'

'I have a favour to ask.'

'You have but to ask.' Korra said, and Aldwin and Jora nodded.

'Will you fetch Lyar's body so he can get a Tok'ra funeral?'

'Of course... and you have my condolences.' Korra said, and the others said the same.

Lantash nodded and tiredly sat down against the wall while the others left to get the body of Lyar. It was not long before he was fast asleep.

'Yes, I'm coming with you now! I only closed my eyes for a moment!' Lantash exclaimed.

Jora grinned. 'Right - more like four hours.'

'What?'

'We let you sleep.' Nyak, Korra's symbiote said.

'You clearly needed it.' Aldwin smiled a little sadly. 'We have Lyar's body here. We should return home to prepare the rites.'

They had just exited the Stargate on the world Lantash's base was on, when Martouf woke up. He tried to move and panicked when he could not, and when his body moved without his orders.

'Relax young Martouf. All will be well.'

'Who...who are you!'

'I am Lantash.'

'Lyar's friend.'

'Yes.'

'Is Lyar dead?'

'Yes, unfortunately he is.' Lantash could not quite hide the sadness from his 'voice'.

'I am sorry. He was my friend too.'

'I know.' Lantash answered softly.

'How come my body moves but I have no control? How do you talk to me? I do not see anyone so near as it sounds to be?'

'I am inside you. I am a symbiote. I will tell you more later, but I am currently in control of your body. I can give you control back, would you want that?'

'I do not understand... but... yes.'

Lantash stopped. 'Wait, Martouf is awake. I am giving him control now.' He bowed his head and transferred control. 'You have control now.'

'Yes, I do!' Martouf smiled and made a small jump.

'You do not have to speak out loud.'

'That is why the others are smiling?' Martouf asked, talking in his head only. 'This is so strange.'

'Yes. You are very good at it - also at handling the change of control, and me having control. It is...unusual.'

'Thank you...Lantash, where is my mother?'

'Are you coming? Martouf?' Aldwin asked, smiling at the boy.

Martouf nodded. 'Uh, yes.' He followed the others. 'How come I understand their language?'

'Because I do. We are blended. As for your mother...I do not know, but she was not among those that had been killed on the planet. Neither was your father or sisters - I have seen them in your memories, so I know how they look.'

'What are you talking about?'

'It will take time to explain. Regarding your family, I promise you we will search for their fate.'

'Thank you.' Martouf sounded sad.

Lantash knew it would be hard for Martouf, to have become Tok'ra so young, but he was an intelligent child, so he would manage. Together, they would manage.

They followed the other Tok'ra to the ring transporter, and soon they were down in the tunnels. Martouf's new life as a Tok'ra could begin.