Betrayed
By JJ - falconbit@aol.com


RATING: PG with just a touch of R.

CATEGORY: Sam/Martouf

SPOILERS: Spoilers for Season 4, Divide & Conquer 

TIME FRAME: You might want to have seen D&C

SUMMARY: Sam is brought back to the Tokra stronghold to help with 
Martouf. 

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the 
property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This 
form of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes 
and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously 
unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to 
author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental 
and not intended by the author. 

FEEDBACK: Welcome all comments.


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Part 1 

In that one instant, their eyes met, she pulled the trigger to the zat 
gun, and he was gone.  So much said in that one instant so much shared, 
so much ...Now she was cradling him, her arms crossed around his chest, 
he lay still, his head against her breast.  She gently touched the wounds 
on his chest, the blood still oozing through his tunic.  There were so 
many bullets, oh, how could this have happened.  She lowered her head to 
meet his, gently touching her lips to his ear.  As silent tears fell...

"I love you," she whispered.  "I'll always love you."  She moved her lips 
to his hair and gently kissed his head.  She was oblivious to all around 
her.  It was if everyone had frozen, time had stopped, everything had 
stopped....with the beating of his heart.

Janet Frasier appeared in front of her.  She quickly kneeled down and 
worked around Sam's grasp as she placed the stethoscope over Martouf's 
heart, chest, and back of his neck.  As Janet looked up, her hands still 
on his chest, her eyes met Sam's.  Slowly, she pulled back the 
stethoscope and confirmed with her eyes, what everyone knew, neither the 
host, nor the Tok'ra had survived the ordeal.

"Sam, we need to take him to the infirmary."  Sam simply stared at Janet.  
She did not seem to register the words coming from Janet's mouth.  Anise 
said something, but that did not register either.  She drew Martouf's 
body closer to hers and placed her cheek to his.

"Oh, no, not like this." It was the voice of her father, Jacob Carter.  
He crouched down and placed his hand on the head of his fallen friend, 
hoping he could sense the presence of Lantesh.  When he could not, he 
touched him softly on the face and then slowly moved his hand over his 
little girl's cheeks to remove her tears.  He had just gated in, at the 
request a few hours earlier from Martouf.  He had been concerned for 
Sam's well being and felt Jacob should be present.

"Sam", her father whispered quietly.  "Let these people take him.  They 
need to bring him back to the Tok'ra home word."  

"I don't want them to touch him.  They won't care for him the way he 
deserves," she said through quiet sobs.

"I will carry Martouf to the Tok'ra home world, Major Carter," Teal'c 
announced, as he moved close to Sam. "I assure you, he will be treated 
with the utmost care."  He knelt down and gently scooped Martouf's body 
into his arms.  Sam, still encircling Martouf with her arms, bent down 
one more time and softly placed her lips to Martouf's temple.

"Goodbye, my Love."

She released her grasp as Teal'c moved to his feet, Martouf's body 
cradled in his arms.  Teal'c turned and walked passed the Tok'ra 
contingent, who were busy helping the three Tok'ra guards that Martouf 
had fired upon.

"Sam, I need to return with him," Jacob said quietly.  "There are things 
to attend to that only Selmac can administer.   I'll be back as soon as I 
can.  Will you be alright?"  

'Will I be alright?' Sam thought silently.  She stared at her father and 
said nothing.

"I'll be here with her, Jacob," Janet said, as she glanced back at Jack 
and Daniel who had moved closer to Sam, after Teal'c left.   "We're here 
for her, Sir," Daniel reassured Jacob. 

Sam heard the whoosh of the Stargate and turned to watch the Tok'ra 
contingent cross through the Stargate with their dead and wounded.  
Teal'c nodded towards Sam before he entered the Stargate, carrying 
Martouf.  

Jacob hugged his daughter tightly, and whispered in her ear, "I know what 
he meant to you.  It is ok to cry.   I'll be back baby. I love you."  He 
released his embrace and followed the others through the Stargate.  
Seconds after he entered, the Stargate closed, and Sam remained kneeling 
on the floor, starring at the empty space.

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Part 2

Jacob entered into a dimly lit crystalline cavern of the Tok'ra refuge.  
The female Tok'ra, Anise, was leaning over an examining obelisk, 
containing the body of Martouf.  Martouf's body was without clothes, 
except for a cloth covering his most private parts.  The wounds suffered 
before his death, were clearly visible on his torso.  Anise carefully 
placed the Tok'ra healing devise over each wound and concentrated on the 
hand devise until the wound was no more.  She looked up as Jacob entered 
the room.

"I am returning his body to its original form, before we undergo the 
ritual," she murmured as she moved to the next wound site.

 "I have been informed that you have finished your analysis of the mind 
control and have determined the method that the Goa'uld used to control 
both the Tau'ri and the Tok'ra symbiote/host."

"Yes.  They were very clever to use a process that is genetically and 
chemically based.  Based on my research with Martouf and Lantesh's 
bodies, I have developed a counter serum that will neutralize the Goa'uld 
modifications to the brain and allow the brain tissue to revert to its 
natural form.  The serum should work instantly," Anise responded.

"It appears that the Goa'uld only require to modify the symbiote when 
dealing with blended beings.  Lantesh's brain has been modified, while 
Martouf's was unaffected.  By corrupting the symbiote's mind, the 
symbiote reverted to the common practice of dominating the host and not 
allowing any participation.  This was the case with Lantesh and Martouf.  
Martouf must have been aware of all that was going on when Lantesh's mind 
was triggered to kill the Tau'ri leader, but was unable to take control 
from Lantesh.  It must have been unbearable for Martouf to witness 
Lantesh's actions and then suffer the physical penalties for his 
outburst," Anise mused while healing the wounds on the body.

"I will need to test my serum to assure its results. We do not have 
another infected individual to test this on at this time.  I request that 
we obtain the High Counsel's permission to allow a Lor'i ritual for 
Martouf and Lantesh.  Although it goes against all Tok'ra beliefs to use 
the sarcophagus, I feel it is necessary to bring them back to life in 
order to test the serum.  It is our only hope to counteract this new 
Goa'uld threat," Anise said while storing her equipment in a small 
metallic container.

Jacob relinquished to Selmak's being.  "The Lor'i ritual has not taken 
place within the Tok'ra ranks for hundreds of years.  This will take 
careful consideration of all factors before such permission is given.  
However, I agree that this serum must be tested quickly before we suffer 
any more losses to the Goa'uld.  Is this serum also preventative, as well 
as an antidote?" Selmak questioned Anise further.

"Yes.  Once proved effective, we will immediately vaccinate all of our 
ranks, as well as release it to all of our allies."

"I will confer with the High Counsel immediately.  If they give their 
permission, how soon can you have the bodies prepared for the ritual?" 

"They are prepared now.  I have just finished all that is required for 
the transition."  

"And what will be the effects to Martouf and Lantesh after the serum is 
administered?" Selmak could not hide the deep concern.

"They will be as they always were, willful and arrogant," Anise added, "I 
cannot cure that."

Selmak glanced at the still body on the obelisk.  It would be good to 
have Martouf and Lantesh back with the Tok'ra.  Their loss was a 
crippling blow to the Tok'ra.  Not only would they have their friends 
back, but the tactical forces of the Tok'ra would once again have its 
strong leadership.  Jacob added from within 'plus, I miss'em.'

Selmak smiled at his comment, and after nodding her goodbye to Anise, 
turned and headed directly to the High Council chambers for discussion.  
Selmak silently reminded Jacob that if the Council denied the request, 
they would be preparing for the burial ceremony within the next days.

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Part 3

SG1 had just returned from another mission when the Stargate activated 
with an incoming traveler alert.  Sam and Jack were busy preparing their 
after action report for the General's debriefing, and were trying to 
convince Daniel that some of the items discovered were not considered 
artifacts, but just plain junk.

"Come on, Daniel," Jack sighed, "an old toothbrush can't be considered of 
any importance. If we have to log in half of this stuff, it will take us 
two days to fill out the report that goes to Washington.  We have a 
couple of days off, and I would rather be out fishing than filling out 
this report for a toothbrush."

"Actually, I don't believe it was a toothbrush.  I think it was more of 
the nature of a toothpick," Daniel corrected Jack.

"I suppose the rope here is considered dental floss," chided Jack.

Sam smiled at this remark as well as Teal'c quizzical look as he handled 
the 3 foot span of rope that the team recovered from the planet.

Jack was glad to see Sam smile again.  She hadn't done it much in the 
last two months, since Martouf was killed.  She still performed her 
duties to the high precision that she always did, but she didn't talk a 
lot if it didn't have to do with work.  On her off hours, she usually 
opted to spend them alone in her lab or reading a technical manual.  
Plus, she wasn't laughing at his jokes at all, and he knew he was funny.  
Jacob had returned within a day of leaving with Teal'c and Martouf's 
body, and he and Sam had spent the next week together on leave.  He took 
the brunt of her sorrow, and when they came back, she could function, but 
she just wasn't the same chipper Sam.  Jack didn't know if she ever would 
be again.  Only time would tell. 

Jack hadn't expected Sam's reaction to be so intense.  He knew that she 
had some attraction to Martouf, but he didn't think it was as great as it 
turned out to be.  He wondered if Martouf had felt the same, or knew how 
she felt for him.  The guy got the shaft.  He was an arrogant snakehead, 
but he didn't deserve to die like he did.  He was a good soldier, Jack 
gave him his due there.

"SG-1 to the Gate Room," came over the loudspeaker.

The team exchanged glances and pushed the "artifacts" into a pile to be 
fought over later.  "Now what," grumbled Jack.

As they turned the corner and entered the Gate Room, they saw General 
Hammond standing next to Jacob Carter.  They were in a deep discussion 
that seemed best uninterrupted until they were done.  Jacob glanced to 
the door and stared at Sam.  General Hammond, seeing him distracted, 
turned to look in Sam's direction and signaled for the team to come over.

Major Carter, Jacob is here to take you back to the Tok'ra base with him.  
The Tok'ra have completed their research on Martouf and Lantesh.  He 
thought you would want to be present for, well...."  General Hammond 
trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Yes Sir," choked back Sam.  "I would like to be there for the burial 
ceremony.  I feel it is something that I should do.  Give me five minutes 
to get my things, Dad.  I'll be right back."  Sam turned slowly, dreading 
the ceremony that she'd known was coming for the last two months. 
Technically, having been blended with Jolinar and having a portion of 
Jolinar still within her, she would represent the family to Martouf and 
Lantesh. She would have to be strong.   

Jack met her in the corridor as she was coming out of her room.  "Do you 
want us to go with you?  I know how hard this will be for you," he said 
with concern.

"No.  I'd like to do this solo, Jack.  I will need time to be with just 
him and my thoughts."   She thanked him for his consideration, and met 
her Dad at the Stargate.

"Take all the time that you need, Major Carter.  I'm taking you off of 
the roster until you return," General Hammond added, as she walked toward 
the blue shimmer of the gate. 

"Thank you, Sir.  But I should be back within a couple of days," Sam 
replied.

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Part 4

"Samantha, welcome back to the Tok'ra.  It is good to see you again," 
greeted Garshaw.

"Thank-you, Garshaw.  I just wish it could be under better 
circumstances." 

"Yes, well, our life here is difficult and it seems the Tok'ra has its 
share of suffering.  Hopefully, this has not turned your thoughts against 
the Tok'ra," Garshaw replied.

"No, I am a soldier, and we expect such things in war.  It is never an 
easy road." 

"Sam, would you like to see him?" her Dad asked.

"Yes.  If I could, can I have a few moments alone to say goodbye."

"Whatever you want, Honey."  

Jacob led Sam down a series of hallways to a small, dimly lit room.  She 
could see Martouf's body lying on the granite like obelisk, covered with 
a large blanket.  She walked to one side, as her dad moved to the other.  
She looked at Martouf's face.  It was still beautiful.  He was calm and 
serene.  She was glad the research process required him to be kept in 
stasis after he died, to keep the tissue for degenerating.  Jacob folded 
the blanket from Martouf's chest to just above waist level.  Sam couldn't 
help but stare at this man's chest.  It was so familiar to her from her 
dreams, but this was the first time she saw him in her reality.  As her 
mind drifted, it suddenly snapped back in surprised as she realized that 
he didn't have the marks of the bullet wounds.

"Notice anything, Sam?" quizzed Jacob.

Sam reached out and gently placed her hand on Martouf's chest and left 
nipple, where she knew he had been shot.  There was no sign of the wound.  
Something else, his skin was warm to the touch, and as her hand lay on 
his chest she felt it rise and fall slightly, but regularly.

"He's breathing," Sam said incredulously.

"Yes, he is," Jacob said with a huge smile.

"The counsel approved the use of the sarcophagus to bring them back to 
test Anise's serum.  It worked like a charm.  They are fully healed. We 
sedated them before we tested the serum, just in case it didn't work and 
Lantesh tried to commit suicide again."  Jacob couldn't stand her 
silence.  "Well?"

Sam's eyes began to tear up.  "Oh Dad, this is so wonderful.  Why didn't 
you tell me at the SGC?" Sam looked across at her father.

"I told George, and he is going to tell the people there.  I was worried 
that you wouldn't get a chance to spend some time alone with him, 
especially if everyone else wanted to come and say hi too," explained 
Jacob.  "Our medical team is at the SGC now giving out the serum."

The healers came into the room to attend to Martouf.  "He will be awake 
in one hour.  He must first be debriefed by Anise, but after that you may 
return if you wish," explained the healer.

"Thank you.  I would like that"

Sam picked up Martouf's hand and squeezed it slightly.  "I'll be back 
soon," she said with a smile.

"Let's go and get something to eat in celebration, what do you say 
kiddo?" said Jacob.

"That sounds great, Dad," bubbled Sam.  She grabbed her Dad's arm as they 
left the room and headed down the corridor.

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Part 5

Sam was waiting outside the room when her Dad came out with a concerned 
look.  "What is it, Dad?  Has something gone wrong with Martouf or 
Lantesh?"  Sam worried.

"No, honey.  They are recovered.  It just seems that in the debriefing, 
Anise told them that you and Colonel O'Neill had professed your love for 
each other.   When I find her, I am going to give her a piece of my mind.  
There was no call for that.  Not in their current condition.  Martouf is 
depressed.  He does not feel it was necessary to go against Tok'ra 
principles to use the sarcophagus, and he feels that he has suffered 
enough at the hands of Lantesh.  Couple that with what he feels is a 
rejection from you and ...well, he has asked to be unblended and returned 
to his original home world."

"I need to talk to him, Dad.  I need to set him straight on my feelings 
for Jack and him.  There is no contest.  He is definitely the one," Sam 
said with fervor.

"I thought so, Sammy.  But you are going to have to do a lot of 
convincing.  Physically he is fine, but mentally, I think he's tired.  
Could be a touch of battle fatigue.  I had him on back-to-back missions 
for over eight months without a break.  Then he ends up locked in his 
body by Lantesh without any control and takes the brunt of it.  He 
understands that Lantesh was corrupted through no fault of his own, but 
he is still angry at Lantesh, and won't listen to Lantesh's apologies. 
Apparently, there is a woman on his home world who had taken quite an 
interest in Martouf, which he never acted upon.  He is planning to return 
to her to explore that relationship.  Martouf feels betrayed by both the 
Tok'ra and the Tau'ri.  I cannot ignore his request.  This is a serious 
issue, and unless he retracts his request, the Tok'ra must comply."  

"I'm going in to talk to him," Sam announced, while turning from her 
father toward the Tok'ra recovery room.  Jacob put his arm out in front 
of her to stop her.   She glanced down stopping, and turned to her dad 
with questioning eyes.

"What is it, Dad?' she said, her head tilted just a bit showing her 
annoyance.

"He asked that he not see you," Jacob explained as he looked directly 
into her eyes, still not lowering the arm that blocked her way.  
"Remember, Sam, he's a pretty bright guy, and he doesn't make decisions 
rashly.   You may not like what he has to say to you," Jacob added with a 
warning in his voice.

Sam searched her father's eyes to see if there was more that he was not 
telling her.   "What is it dad?  What are you trying to say?"

"Sam, I like this guy and respect him a lot.  He accepted me as a Tok'ra 
from the first hour.  He's saved my bacon more than once, not only in 
battle, but also with the High Counsel when I manage to aggravate them.  
I've seen him in battle, and frankly, honey, he's not always Mr. 
Charming.  He's not happy with you, and he may tell you that if you go in 
there.  I don't want you to get hurt," Jacob warned, "but if you go in 
there, you may get more than you bargained for." 

Sam, looked toward the room opening, opened her mouth to say something, 
decided not to, and took a deep breath.  Just then, a Tok'ra healer 
walked past the two on her way into the chamber with what appeared to be 
a Tok'ra life signs monitoring devise.  Catching the Healer's attention, 

"Are you going in to assist Martouf?" asked Sam, knowingly.

"Yes, Martouf and Lantesh.  We must affix the monitoring devise for a 
short period to verify that they are fit to release to their quarters.  
It is a requirement established by our eldest healer," the Tok'ra healer 
explained as she showed Sam the devise.

"I am familiar with this devise and the data pad.  I am going in to see 
him anyway; I will see that it is activated for your scan.  You can take 
a break it you like, you look like you could use a rest," Sam said hoping 
the healer would agree.

"Thank you.  That is very kind." The healer accepted Sam's offer and 
bowed her head slightly to Jacob as she left the devise with Sam and 
exited down the corridor.

Sam turned to her dad with a smile and jokingly remarked, "cover me, I'm 
going in."

"You're on your own, Sam," Jacob said shaking his head, knowing all along 
that she would not heed his warning and enter the room anyway.  "I'll be 
in my quarters when get thrown out on your butt."  He gave her a kiss on 
the cheek, and as she gave him a cocky smile, he turned heading toward 
his room, with one thumb's up in the air for the "A'ok" sign from his Air 
Force days. 

Sam smiled, looked at the monitoring devise in her hand, took a big 
breath, and entered the room.

It was still dimly lit.  Martouf was still lying on the obelisk, 
apparently asleep.  Sam stared at him for what seemed an eternity.  Oh, 
how she had ached when she believed he was dead.  And now he's here, 
living and breathing again.   She could stare at him forever and she 
would never get enough of him.  She quietly walked up to his side and 
slowly moved the blanket from his chest.  She gently placed the biorhythm 
monitor on his chest, over his heart.  The blue light on the devise 
immediately began to pulse regularly.  As she removed her hand, Martouf 
groggily opened his eyes and starred at her through hazed eyes. 

"Samantha?" he asked, surprised at her presence.

"Yes, Martouf, it's me.  Welcome back, we missed you," she said softly as 
she moved closer to the obelisk.

"Forgive me, Samantha," Martouf said as he tried to raise himself to his 
elbows, but feeling slightly dizzy, returned to the prone position.  He 
silently cursed Lantesh who was emphasizing his point that Martouf could 
not recover as quickly from the sedative without Lantesh's help.  Lantesh 
was purposely holding back any assistance.  Martouf realized he was 
without clothing under the blanket and fumbled for something to say.  

"I am afraid that I am far from presentable."  His hands reaching down to 
assure the blanket had not slipped below his waste. 

Sam smiled to herself thinking about how self-conscious and shy this man 
was, even when he knew she held his mate's memories of several 
"presentable" moments.

"You look just fine, compared to the last time I saw you," she said with 
a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, well, that was a most terrible episode," he said with a twinge of 
ire, as if addressing his comments to his symbiote and some other unknown 
being, rather than to Sam.  "I will, of course, apologize to your SGC and 
General Hammond for such incomprehensible actions.  I know that there is 
nothing that I can do to repair the damage that has been inflicted upon 
your personnel and that of my fellow Tok'ra."  He rubbed the top of his 
forehead, trying to clear the dizziness from his head.   I am comforted 
only in the knowledge that Lantesh was not successful in harming your 
president and the treaty was capable of being enacted despite his 
attempt." 

Martouf took a deep breath and held it, his chest rising, filling with 
air.  It seemed for a moment that he was reliving the pain of the wounds 
and was assuring himself that he could breath easily again.  He looked 
directly into Sam's eyes and almost whispered, "I apologize to you, 
personally, Samantha, for asking you to end my suffering.  At the time, 
you were the only one in my thoughts.  I felt myself dying and unable to 
counter Lantesh's attempt to destroy himself and all those around the 
Stargate.  But for that moment, I felt so much, and could only 
communicate by calling your name." 

He closed his eyes for a moment and then once again stared into her eyes.  
"My actions caused you great distress."

Sam shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  She did not like 
remembering that moment.  How many times did she play it over and over in 
her mind.  "I knew what you were asking and saying at the same moment, 
she reached down absent mindedly and moved the monitoring devise higher 
on his breast.  She hesitated for a second and said, "it was almost 
telepathic." 

"I know it was only for an instant, but it seemed forever that we stared 
at each other," Sam said, fidgeting, and once again moved the monitoring 
device to directly over his heart.  Somehow, feeling his warm flesh under 
her fingers made her more secure.

"Yes, I felt the same," Martouf whispered, as he slowly clasped his hand 
over hers as she once again fidgeted with the devise.  "The devise is 
affixed correctly, Samantha," he said gently.  "You need not adjust it 
for accurate readings."

Sam nodded; she was trying not to get weepy.  She hated women that became 
weepy. 

Martouf, still clasping her hand as she felt the heat of his body rise 
from his breast, slowly added, "I know how difficult it is to end a 
friend's life, and I do appreciate your courage.  I would like to 
consider you a friend for life, Samantha.  I hope in your life you will 
grant me this honor."  He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it once. 
"I will always cherish our friendship, no matter how far apart we shall 
be.  We share a bond that can never be broken.  I will remember you 
always." 

He remembered the last time he told her about his feelings.  How he was 
'fond' of her.  They had been at the SGC and he had chosen the wrong 
Tau'ri word.  He remembered how she quickly brushed his comment off.  He 
had feared she did not feel the same, and it was an embarrassment that he 
had expressed himself like he did.   Anise had explained the reason for 
Samantha's behavior quite well.  Here he was, embarrassing himself once 
again.

Martouf released Sam's hand and raised himself to the sitting position, 
wrapping the blanket around his torso.  

"I was not expecting your company, or I would have arranged for 
clothing," he said looking away, trying to change the conversation.

Sam felt a familiar ache under her breastbone, deep inside her body.  
Friendship?  No matter how far apart they were?  She suspected that this 
was the effect of Anise's doings.  Why did that witch have to mention the 
Jack thing? 

"Martouf, I want to be more than friends.  I can't think of anyone else 
other than you.  I want us to get to know each other more as Martouf and 
Sam," Sam blurted out. "And Lantesh too," she said as an afterthought.

Lantesh, he thought with anger.  He did not want to think of Lantesh.  It 
was he who had brought him to this end.  He had forbidden Lantesh to 
interact through him.  If Martouf received the High Counsel's permission, 
Lantesh would be free to ruin someone else's life in the near future.  
And Samantha, she was...not Martouf's to pursue.  He would clear his life 
of both whom he had loved, but now had hurt him so deeply.

"Samantha," Martouf hesitated, "did you not hide your affections for 
Colonel O'Neill from Anise's mind devise, and then you both professed 
these affections, all of which were verified as true and sincere?"  
Martouf looked at her with a look of questioning sadness.

Sam looked to the floor, and then to Martouf.  "I have some feelings for 
Colonel O'Neill, I admit, but I believe they are only because we work 
together so closely.  They are not the same types of feelings that I 
carry for you, Martouf.  I have a passion for you, a need to be with you 
at all times.  Please understand this.  Jack is not the one that I dream 
about."  She was frozen in her place as she watched his face as he 
pondered her words.

Martouf wondered, why must this woman torture me so.  Does she not 
realize that every word out of her mouth brings me either great joy or 
deep sadness?

"I have heard what you have said, and I believe you are speaking what you 
feel is the truth."  Martouf pushed himself off of the obelisk, still 
wrapped in the towel.  "I cannot be sure that what you believe is of your 
own thoughts and not the influence of the memories of Jolinar.  Your 
thoughts of Jack O'Neill are your own.  Of this I am sure."  He moved 
across the room and removed the monitoring devise from his chest and 
placed it near the healer station.  "I will be soon taking my leave of 
the Tok'ra.  I have asked to be unblended from Lantesh and returned to my 
home world of Titan," he announced as he turned again to face her, 
waiting for her reaction.

"Yes, I know," she confirmed  

"How is it that you know this, Samantha?  I have only just spoken of this 
to your father, Jacob."  His eyes drifted into thought and then returned 
to rest on her.  "Had you spoken to him after my request to him?"  His 
voice had changed to one of annoyance.

"Yes, Dad talked to me, right before I came here," she admitted.

"Then, he must have also mentioned my request not to see you.  Is that 
not so?"  He was definitely annoyed.

"Yes, he mentioned that."  Sam was quickly remembering her Dad's warning.

"And, you disregarded my request?"  He said shaking his head.  "You are 
not unlike Jolinar.  She was also willful and stubborn.  Only doing that 
which she wished."   He turned and walked as if to leave her alone in the 
room, then turned and said "I should be angered at your actions, but I am 
not.  If we are truly to get to know each other, this shall be the first 
test of wills.  When the Counsel approves my return to Titan, you are 
invited to travel with me for a visit.  You may let me know of your 
decision after the Counsel meeting."  He half smiled and left the room 
down the corridor. She stared at him silently, wondering if she had just 
been thrown out on her butt.

                         *******************

Part 6

Martouf continued down the corridor without turning back to look at 
Samantha's reaction.  He wondered if she would accept his offer.  What if 
she did, then what would he do?  What would that mean?  Would she like 
his home world?  It was so much a part of who he was/is.

'You are not acting in a rationale manner, Martouf,' Lantesh said to him 
from within.  'There is nothing physically wrong with you, so why are you 
acting so?'

'Do not address me, Lantesh.  I no longer have a need for your 
direction.' Martouf responded acidly to his symbiote.

'You have had a need for my direction since the day that you were born.  
Without my guidance, you would be far less than you have become.  I have 
taught you much.  All that you are is because of my influence. Do not 
dare to dismiss me, young Martouf,' Lantesh chided Martouf, as he would a 
willful child.

'I am no longer the innocent that you received as your host.  I am aware 
of my own capabilities, and can make decisions on my own.  You fear this 
Lantesh, because you can no longer influence my thoughts.'

'I never tried to influence your thoughts, Martouf.  I would point out 
flaws in your thinking, but leave the decision to you.   You know this to 
be true.  Be aware of this Martouf, if I wanted to, I could influence you 
to do anything, and your behavior would be quite different,' Lantesh 
reminded his host.

'I am aware you have the capability to repress my thoughts and actions, 
Lantesh.  As was made quite painfully clear at the Tau'ri SGC.  That is 
why I am asking the Counsel to grant the unblending.  I wish to be free 
of any such event in the future,' Martouf responded coldly.

'I have apologized many times to you for this, Martouf.  Why will you not 
think rationally and gain control of your feelings?  You are not 
yourself, Martouf.  I am concerned for your well-being.  This path you 
plot will lead to certain danger.  Take pause to reconsider,' Lantesh 
tried to sooth his host's anxiety.  Martouf ignored Lantesh's words, and 
turned and entered into his quarters.

Somehow, he didn't feel comfortable in the familiar settings of his 
quarters.  No matter where the Tok'ra base was, the tunnel engineers made 
sure that all quarters were always constructed in the same manner, that 
way the inhabitants would at least feel they were somehow "at home" even 
though they constantly had to evacuate their bases.  How many hours had 
he spent there immersed in his thoughts of Jolinar and Rosha.  He picked 
up a hair clip that Rosha/Jolinar had favored.  Rosha said her mother had 
given it to her when she was young.  She only wore it on special 
occasions.  She had worn it at their mating.  He swept his fingers across 
it and carefully placed it back on the crystalline shelf.  He would leave 
this for Lantesh and his new host.  

He moved towards a metal chest in the corner of the room.  On top of the 
chest was a stack of data pads that listed several of his latest missions 
that he needed to turn into the scientists of the Tok'ra.  What he 
considered miniscule could be something of great importance.  It was 
standard procedure for the Tok'ra to turn in mission pads for review.  He 
had not been given much time between the missions, and only barely had 
time to record events and his findings on the data pads when he was sent 
out on the next mission.  He was planning on turning these last three 
missions in, as soon as he returned from the Tau'ri alliance conference.   
He glanced at his notes of the missions, wondering if Lantesh had been 
compromised during one of these missions.  He placed them in a pouch and 
marked it for delivery to Jacob.  Jacob would be best able to use this 
information.

He returned to the metal chest and lifted the lid to the opened position.  
He sifted through the chest until he found a blue silk pouch, embroidered 
with gold lace and secured with a golden clasp.  His fingertips touched 
the pouch, and then slowly pulled away.  Martouf looked down at the 
floor, trying to gather his thoughts.

'You do not want to do this Martouf,' whispered Lantesh.  'You even doubt 
your own decision.'

'Do not torture me more, Lantesh.  I admit, this is not easy for me, but 
it is a decision that is only mine to make.'  Martouf looked back to the 
blue pouch.

'Millennium's of tradition and honor have led you here, Martouf.  Can you 
so easily turn your back to the history of your ancestors and people of 
your home world?  I have guided them, as I guide you now.  To make this 
separation now is a break from all that is known.'

'You will find another, Lantesh.  It will not harm my people to skip a 
generation of this contract.  Our absence has not harmed the home world 
at all.  You have the right to return there and ask for another host.  I 
am positive your request will be granted,' Martouf responded to Lantesh's 
badgering, while opening the pouch and revealing a bright gold chain with 
a jewel adorned crest attached to it.  The crest was similar to the crest 
of Ra that Daniel Jackson had snatched from the Go'auld system lord, 
except instead of an eye, it was the figure of a bird in flight.

'You are the product of an Adelphi, and will so spawn an Adelphi.  There 
is but one Adelphi born within 1000 years.  They are rare and quite 
valuable to the Go'auld.  Returning to the home world without me will not 
change your status, Martouf.  You are still an Adelphi and will only open 
yourself to danger of being taken by an opportunistic Go'auld.  Do you 
want this?' warned Lantesh.

'Are you more worried about my well-being, Lantesh, or the fact that it 
will be difficult to find a host with my capabilities?' Martouf scoffed 
at Lantesh, and returned the chain to the pouch and metal container.

'I am beginning to doubt your capabilities, Martouf.  It seems you have 
forgotten all the training that was imparted upon you.  I will prevail at 
the Counsel meeting, you shall see.  Until then, I will speak to you no 
more of this.'  Lantesh ended rather abruptly, and Martouf could feel a 
chill take hold of his body.  He had never had this sensation before.  It 
was unsettling, but he had expected Lantesh not to react kindly to his 
intentions.  He had been blended with him too long not to know that to 
incur the wrath of Lantesh was not a pleasant condition.

Martouf decided this would be a good time to relieve himself of the 
blanket that was still wrapped around his waste, and put on some warmer 
clothing.  He chose his best uniform, dropped the towel and proceeded to 
get dressed.  He did not wear any undergarments under this clothing, as 
did some of the Tok'ra.  He did not feel comfortable with undergarments.  
He preferred the feel of the clothing directly against his skin.  He had 
greater sensations to his body, and he felt undergarments dulled these 
senses.  This was something he had learned from Lantesh when he was very 
young.   He hooked his tunic together as he thought of Lantesh's warning.  
Lantesh had a point about the Counsel.  Lantesh's words would count a 
great deal in their decision.  He must obtain the backing of another, in 
order to bolster his position of unblending, but who was strong enough to 
go against Lantesh for the sake of Martouf?  Martouf sat down on the edge 
of his bed and looked around his quarters without really focusing.  Not 
many would go up against Lantesh.  The elders would probably think that 
Martouf was being reactive and not rational.  He resigned himself to the 
fact that he could only ask but one Tok'ra for assistance.  He would 
approach Selmak.   Selmak had indisputable credibility with the Counsel, 
and she far outranked Lantesh in the Tok'ra chain.  Martouf had many 
stimulating talks with Selmak about Tok'ra history and the fate of the 
Tau'ri.  He was sure that with Selmak's blessing, he could convince the 
Counsel to grant his request.  He just was not sure if Selmak agreed with 
his decision.  He would seek out Selmak and ask her to speak in support 
of his request to Counsel.

                         *******************

Part 7

Jacob was reviewing some data pads when his daughter showed up at the 
entrance to his quarters.   She was quiet and showed nothing of the cocky 
Sam that he had left earlier on her way to talk to Martouf.

"Well, come on in.  Welcome to my humble abode," he said, outstretching 
his arms to show the vastness of his small quarters.  

Sam took a quick look around and dropped her pack on the floor as she 
entered her Dad's quarters.  "Not bad, I've seen worse."  She plopped 
down on his bed, and smacked what appeared to serve as a pillow.

Jacob watched her with an experienced eye. "What's the deal, pumpkin?"

"What do you mean, Dad?" Sam tried not to recognize her Dad's inquiry and 
she started playing with some of his things on a nearby shelf.

"Am I supposed to escort you to the Chaparai, or what?" Jacob said with a 
joking jab.

"If you are referring to my conversation with Martouf, I'll have you know 
that he has asked me to visit with him to his home world.  Now, is that 
being shown the door?" she said with a bit of mischief.

Jacob was quiet for a second too long.  Sam squirmed and started turning 
a data pad around in her hands, as she examined her father's reaction.   
"What?!" Sam said with exasperation.

"Did I say anything?" Jacob said in his usual fatherly way.

"No, but you want to," Sam added quickly. "I'd like to see his home world 
with him.  I think it would be nice."

"I hear it is a beautiful home world.  He and Lantesh have not been back 
for quite a while.  They try to return every 10 or so years for a visit.  
What has he told you of his home world, Sam?"  Jacob asked, as he watched 
his daughter play with his data pad.

"Nothing, he just asked me to visit with him.   He told me I could let 
him know if I was going right after the Counsel meeting," Sam answered.

Jacob nodded and said nothing.

There was a long silence between daughter and father.  Finally, Jacob 
said, "He intends to return to his home world as a permanent condition, 
Sam.  There are things about his history that you do not know, and things 
about his home world that may be difficult to accept.  I think his 
inviting you is a test.  It is an entirely different situation than his 
existence with the Tok'ra and nothing like anything that you are familiar 
with, Sam."   Jacob put down his data pad and looked directly at Sam. "I 
don't think you'll pass the test, Sammy." 

Sam was so surprised at her father's statement; she could only stare at 
him with wide blue eyes.  'Pass the test,' what test could it be to be 
with Martouf?  She didn't think this was some sort of test, and if it 
was, she had never failed a test in her life, not in school, nor in the 
military.  "Dad, I think I can take care of myself," she said with a 
slightly louder than should be assurance.

"I'm sure you can, Sam.  I just don't want you to get hurt in the 
process.  I think of Martouf as a son, but if his actions hurt you, I'll 
rip him apart," Jacob promised.  "Think about his offer very carefully, 
honey.  If he does get permission to return to his home world, he does 
not intend on coming back."

"What do you mean 'if he does get permission'?  Won't it be granted 
because he has asked for it?" Sam could not believe that the Counsel 
could deny an unblending if the host no longer wanted it.

"Martouf's situation is a little different than the usual host/symbiote 
relationship.  It is more of a contract made between the people of his 
home world and Lantesh.  Martouf is a willing participant offered by his 
people as the compensation to Lantesh, for the guaranteed protection of 
their home world from the Go'auld," Jacob explained.

"He was sold to Lantesh?"  Sam exploded.  She couldn't even fathom this.  
She did not believe Lantesh was capable of such a thing.  He always had 
Martouf's best interests at heart.  How could her father tell her such a 
thing?  Maybe it was Selmak, trying to dissuade her from going with 
Martouf, thinking that if she said no to him, he would not ask to go and 
be unblended.  "I don't believe you, Dad.  Lantesh cares too much for 
Martouf for that to have happened," Sam confirmed.

Sam's dad explained further. "Sam, this contract has gone on for 
millenniums with Lantesh and his home world.  Before Martouf, there was 
his father, and before him, his father.  Martouf's line is host to 
Lantesh, and has been for quite some time.  It is something that Martouf 
was born into, and accepted as an honor for his home world.  He was not 
sold; he had the right of refusal, but accepted willingly.  In return, 
Lantesh oversaw his education and training from the time that he was a 
small child.  When Martouf was of age, Lantesh blended with him.  Very 
few Tok'ra hosts get this opportunity and attention from their 
symbiotes." 

"How could Lantesh have been blended to Martouf's father, without Martouf 
being a harciscis child?"  Sam was confused.  "How come he never said 
anything about this?"

"Like I said, Sam.  There is a lot that you do not know about Martouf and 
Lantesh.  Jolinar's memories haven't kicked in as much as you would 
believe.  If you want to get to know him, I suggest you spend some time 
talking to him and asking him questions," Jacob said mater of factly.  
"He's pretty open about everything, so I don't think you could ask him 
anything that he would not tell you.  Just remember, he wears his heart 
on his sleeve."  Jacob looked at her with a stern eye, letting her know 
that she should tread carefully.

"Dad, I don't want him to separate with Lantesh either, but if that is 
his choice, it should be approved.  Can I sit in on the Counsel meeting?"  
Sam asked.

"That will be up to Martouf, Lantesh, and the Counsel.  It may be 
approved because he has invited you to his home world, and you should 
have an understanding of what you are getting into, if you go.  We'll 
ask, but don't count on it."  Jacob finished his data pad and placed it 
on the shelf.   He stood up and walked over to his daughter. 

"I had hoped this would have been a wonderful time for you Sammy, after 
what had happened at the SGC and that week we spent together after 
Martouf was lost.  I had no idea that Martouf would want this separation.  
It puts things into a spin around here.  Unfortunately, you are right in 
the middle of it.   Selmak and I have some things we have to check 
on...normal duty stuff.  Can I catch you later?  Say about in an hour?  
Go ahead and wander around.  Everyone knows who you are, and you have the 
full roam of the place.  Just don't go outside unless you have an escort.  
There are special precautions to be made before that is allowed."  Her 
Dad kissed her on the forehead, then grabbed the data pad from the shelf 
and exited his quarters down the corridor.

Sam reflected on their conversation.  'Well' she thought, ''putting 
things in a spin' is an understatement'.  She wondered what Martouf was 
planning to say to the Counsel.  She wanted to help him, but wasn't sure 
what she, a Tau'ri, could do.  Maybe he'll be content just to have me at 
the meeting as moral support.  Who knows? Her Dad was right, she really 
didn't know that much about the man, other than he was wonderful to her 
and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

                         *******************

Part 8

Selmak was busy giving guidance to the leader of the Tok'ra guards.  This 
duty used to be Lantesh's before the SGC incident.  For the last couple 
of months, Jacob and Selmak had taken it over.  It was not a requirement 
for Selmak, but at the time, it was something that she opted to do to 
help alieve the pain of the loss of Martouf/Lantesh.  Somehow, Jacob 
thought that if they picked up their duties, they would still feel in 
touch with the individuals.  Selmak could not bring herself at the time 
to reallocated Martouf's duties.  It had such finality to it.  Now, that 
he was once again alive, it was still unclear if he would return to the 
Tok'ra.  It was still not the time to redistribute his duties.  Selmak 
would rather retain the duties in addition to her own, until these 
matters could be resolved.  She finished with the guard leader and walked 
slowly down the crystal corridor.

'We could end up doing these things forever,' reminded Jacob though her 
thoughts.

'Yes, but I believe Martouf deserves this type of loyalty from the 
Tok'ra.  He is not one to easily forget.  He has been very critical to 
our very existence and he is respected by all,' Selmek returned.

'I'm not sure he can still serve in that capacity anymore.' thought 
Jacob.  'When we spoke to him, he seemed quite determined to separate 
from not only Lantesh, but also from the Tok'ra and the Tau'ri.'

'He was still under the influence of the sedative, Jacob,' argued Selmak.  
'Plus, I feel that he has been wounded by Anise's words that Samantha 
loves another.  When he learned of Jolinar's death, he was devastated, 
and only Lantesh, the constant missions, and the thought that Samantha 
held Jolinar's memories helped him to survive.  You yourself know how he 
quickly volunteered on missions with the Tau'ri, on hopes of seeing 
Samantha, and getting her to talk of her memories of Jolinar.  You could 
see the change in him, as he became enraptured with Samantha for herself 
and not Jolinar,' Selmak continued. 'I feel he is confused, and where 
Lantesh normally guides him, he is shutting out anything that Lantesh has 
to offer.'

'He is about to leave the Tok'ra, and he has asked my daughter to go with 
him,' Jacob added with concern.  'With your knowledge of his situation, 
do you feel that she will be safe in his home world?' 

'His home world has always been safe from the Goa'uld.  It is farthest 
from their territories, and to travel there would be at great cost to the 
Goa'uld.  The Titans have an ancient history of being difficult to 
cultivate as Goa'uld hosts.  Their wills are strong and require too much 
of an effort by the Goa'uld to possess total control.  Those that were 
taken without their permission would frequently interrupt Goa'uld thought 
in the most critical of times.  Many a Goa'uld was killed by an opponent 
because the host purposely interrupted the Goa'uld's concentration during 
the heat of battle.   A Goa'uld system lord would only venture there for 
the purpose of obtaining an unblended Adelphi,' Selmak briefed Jacob.

'Martouf,' Jacob murmured.

'Do not worry for Samantha, Jacob.  The Goa'uld have known of Martouf for 
quite some time, but it is too dangerous to try to possess him while 
Lantesh is his symbiote.  The cost would be too great for their rewards.

'And what if he is granted unblending?' Jacob continued with his concern 
for Sam's safety.

'Even if he is granted the unblending and he returns to his home world, 
it would take quite a while for the Goa'uld to learn of his unblending.  
Knowing Lantesh as I do, he would not remain here with the Tok'ra once 
unblended.  He is tied to that home world and its line of hosts by 
tradition.  He would blend to another host and return to Titan in order 
to protect Martouf and his lineage.'  Selmak replied matter of factly.  
'If the Goa'uld try to take him, they will be focused on Martouf and 
getting through Lantesh, Samantha will not be a target.'

'Sort of like a personal bodyguard,' Jacob mused. 'Does Martouf realize 
all of this?'

'Martouf is well versed in Titan tradition and customs.  He has been 
trained from when he was very young.  He is well aware of all the issues 
here,' Selmak assured.

'I know he has the right, but I still think this is a bad idea,' mumbled 
Jacob.

'Does your daughter know why an Adelphi is so sought after?' asked 
Selmak.

'No, she never heard of an Adelphi,' replied Jacob, 'and I'm not going to 
tell her, either.  As long as she won't be in any danger, she can find 
out on her own.'

'She may enjoy that,' giggled Selmak, already thinking of the secret 
pleasures that only an Adelphi can bring.

'Hey, that's my daughter you are thinking about.  If you must do that, 
block me out of your thoughts,' Jacob said with mock disgust.

'Very well.  Control yourself, here comes Martouf now.  I expect that he 
wishes to talk to me about the Counsel meeting.  I was anticipating 
this,' Selmak said with expectation.

"Selmak, may I speak with you?" Martouf asked hesitantly.

"Martouf, it is good to see that you did not suffer from the Lor'i 
ceremony.  You are looking well.  Do you feel rested?' Selmak greeted 
Martouf, hoping to throw him off his thoughts.

"Yes, Selmak.  I feel rested, and free from any pains incurred during the 
SGC attack.  Thank you for inquiring," Martouf responded, not knowing 
just how to enter into his request.

"Jacob would like to greet you also, Martouf.  I will gladly release to 
him at this time," Selmak quickly said in an effort to dodge the 
impending conversation.

"No, please," Martouf blurted out, surprising himself and Selmak. "Excuse 
my impertinence, Selmak, and I do not wish to be insulting to Jacob, but 
I would rather speak to you on a matter of great importance."  Martouf 
realized that this was an error in protocol as soon as the words left his 
mouth.  He could kick himself on this particular method of getting 
Selmak's attention.  Lantesh was much better at doing these things.

'I don't need to greet him.  I just talked to him a couple of hours ago,' 
reminded Jacob from within.

'You are not helping, Jacob,' responded Selmak through thought.

"Of what could be of such concern to be rude to my host?" chided Selmak.  
"I will overlook this insolence Martouf, because of your recent 
experiences, but there is no excuse for such behavior from one of such 
high ranking."

'Oh, you are sooooo bad,' jested Jacob from within. 'Not even I would 
make him squirm like that.'

Martouf bowed slightly to Selmak, "I apologize for my breach in etiquette 
and protocol, Selmak.  There is no excuse.  Oh course, I would look 
forward to greeting Jacob once again."  Martouf knew when he had stepped 
in it.

Selmak's voice changed to that of Jacob's.  The Tok'ra did not need to 
bow their heads to change hosts when interfacing with each other.  This 
was done solely to make outsiders more at ease with the Tok'ra's duality.

"Hey, Martouf, great to see you up and about." Jacob swatted Martouf on 
the shoulder as his usual sign of affection.  "Did you get a chance to 
get anything to eat?  We were just going down to get something." Jacob 
could see the frustration in the young man's face.

'He will not be dissuaded, Jacob,' remarked Selmak from within.  

'Nope, I don't think you're going to get out of this one,' agreed Jacob 
silently.

"It is good to see you again, Jacob.  I apologize for my rudeness.  I 
must thank you also for conveying my wishes to your daughter Samantha.  
Unfortunately, she did not heed either of our requests.  You probably 
anticipated that," Martouf said in a joking manner.  

"Yes, I expected that to happen," Jacob smiled.

"I have not eaten yet, but I am not hungry.  Would you mind, Jacob, if I 
talked to Selmak for a brief period.  I truly must discuss something of 
great importance with her."  Martouf was obviously intent on this 
discussion.

"Sure, kid.  Do you want this to be private between Selmak and you?" 
asked Jacob.

"No, that is not necessary.  All of the compound will know soon enough.  
Thank you for understanding, Jacob," replied Martouf.

Selmak returned to hear Martouf's request.  "What is it that is so 
important, Martouf?" Selmak already knew, but provided Martouf with an 
easy lead in.

"Selmak, as you know I have requested the unblending of Lantesh and 
myself.  I have also requested that I be allowed to return to my home 
world, Titan, after the unblending."  Martouf went on. "I have given this 
great thought, Selmak, and I feel it is time for me to take my leave.  
Will you speak on my behalf and support my decision to the Counsel?"  
Martouf held his breath as he awaited Selmak's reply.

'I do not wish to say what I must to him,' thought Selmak to Jacob.

'Well, when you do, do you want to pick the kid up off the floor or 
should I?' Jacob quietly answered.

Selmak reached out and placed her hand gently on Martouf's shoulder and 
looked him directly in his eyes.  "Martouf, you are much respected and 
adored here.  I, myself consider you as a son.  You have always made me 
proud in your endeavors.  I cannot, however, support your decision to 
unblend from Lantesh and leave the Tok'ra.  I feel this decision is rash 
and it puts you in great danger.  I cannot, in good conscious, be a part 
of your own destruction.  Please reconsider your decision, Martouf."  
Selmak moved her had gently to the side of Martouf's head.  "In time, you 
will understand my decision." 

Martouf searched Selmak's eyes, hoping that Selmak would not see the 
great disappointment in his own.  Deep in his chest he felt the great tug 
of sadness that sometimes welled up when he thought of Jolinar.  He took 
a second to gather his thoughts and to control his voice for his response 
to Selmak.

"You are one of the wisest of the Tok'ra, Selmak, and I am honored to be 
considered by you as a surrogate son.  I greatly respect your decision."  
He backed away from her touch.  "I will ask the Counsel for the 
unblending and the return to my home world on my own.  I appreciate your 
candor on this matter."  He glanced around to see if there were any 
others witnessing this discussion, hoping there were none.   His emotions 
starting to well up inside of him, he steeled himself and continued,  "I 
must take your leave now.  I wish to begin working on my presentation to 
the Counsel.  Thank you for hearing my request."  With that he bowed his 
head slightly, stared past her, turned, and slowly walked back down the 
corridor from which he came.

There was no one else in the corridor to witness their meeting.  Selmak 
watched Martouf disappear down the corridor and was deeply saddened.  'In 
his mind, I have betrayed him also' she whispered to Jacob.  'It took a 
lot for him to ask for my assistance.'

'You can't do what you don't think is in his best interests,' comforted 
Jacob. 'He's a grown man.  He's a soldier and he's been through many 
battles.  He'll get over this, you can count on it,' Jacob added.

'Are you trying to convince me, or yourself,' asked Selmak.

'The Counsel meeting is in an hour.  I promised I'd meet up with Sam.  
Let's finish our duties and prepare for this.  Has anyone else ever asked 
for this unblending?' asked Jacob.

'Yes, there have been others, but not for several hundreds of years,' 
replied Selmak.  'Let us continue our duties and return to Samantha.  
Your daughter must be briefed on Counsel protocol before she can attend.  
It would not be good to have her voice her opinions at an improper 
juncture.' 

                         *******************

Part 9

The Counsel room was lit with bright lights.  Completely opposite from 
what Samantha had expected.  It was large, big enough to fit about 30 
people.  There was a half moon shaped, crystal table mounted to the floor 
and raised about 4 feet off the ground in the center of the room.  Behind 
it was what looked like a bench that curved into it.  That must be where 
the Counsel members sit, thought Sam.  There were strange symbols 
engraved into the crystal table, in front of what appeared to be each 
Counselor position.  'I wonder if these are the Counsel member's names, 
or their ranks/duties,' pondered Sam.  She had been given permission to 
sit in on the meeting that would decide Martouf and Lantesh's fate.  She 
had not talked to anyone.  Apparently, Selmak and her Dad had received 
permission from the Counsel, and Martouf and Lantesh did not object.  She 
had been instructed to stand to the left of the table, near the wall.  
She would be facing the Counsel, but would be behind Martouf.

The floor had an interesting design on it.  A series of rectangles 
intertwined to each other, with a large tan circle, about three feet in 
diameter, centered in the room in front of the table.  'Tan and blue, 
didn't these people have any other colors,' mused Sam.  There were no 
additional seats anywhere.  Apparently, they did not want people to sit 
down and be comfortable, or else, no one stays here long enough to 
warrant seating.  She would soon see.  She was curious what took place at 
these Counsel meetings.  As far as she knew, she was the first Tau'ri, 
other than her father, to witness these proceedings.

Sam had received her briefing from her father.  Basically, she was to 
keep quiet and not gesture what so ever, unless requested.  She had asked 
the usual "what if's", but was quickly instructed by her father that 
there were no "what if's."  She was a guest and that was it.  What ever 
happened, she was to remain silent.  The Counsel's decision was final and 
binding.

She was surprised that she was the only one in the chambers.  She had 
anticipated that there would be a crowd of people for this.  So many knew 
Martouf, and were delighted to learn of his survival.  At first, when she 
had arrived and found no one there, she thought she was in the wrong 
location.  Then, when still no one else showed up, she thought she had 
the time wrong.  As she was about to turn and go look for her father to 
confirm the location and time, Martouf entered through the front 
entrance.  He glanced toward Samantha and gave her a slight nod.  He did 
not smile his usual smile.  She could tell he was concentrating on other 
things.

"Samantha, this is the first time you have been to the Counsel chambers, 
is it not?  Martouf knew it was.  He was the only one that showed her 
around the Tok'ra complex.  

"Yes, it is very intriguing," remarked Sam.  She tried not to think about 
how good he looked in his Tok'ra uniform.  She had not seen him in this 
particular uniform before.  It was adorned with gold braid and had 
touches of blue that matched the crystal colors of the complex around the 
sleeves and shoulders.  His tunic showed his physique quite well and for 
a minute she was lost in thought.  It didn't show any flesh, but it 
didn't need to,...  it was well tailored.   'Uh, where is everyone?" she 
blurted, as she tried to snap out of her not so decent thoughts.

"The Counsel Members will be here shortly.  It is tradition for the one 
asking for a decision to enter well before them.  No one else, other than 
senior personnel, shall be present for this meeting.  All others shall 
learn of the Counsel's decision later," Martouf explained.

"Is this the way all the meetings are?" asked Sam.

"No," Martouf smiled.  "Usually this room is filled with people 
interested in the dialog of the members.  This meeting has been limited 
to only those of the Counsel and relations.  It should not last long," he 
added in assurance.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why was I allowed to attend?  I'm not a 
Counsel member nor a relation," Sam asked, still checking out his 
uniform.

Martouf glanced at Samantha and moved toward the circle, exhaling slowly 
through his mouth.  'She would ask the most pointed questions,' he 
thought to himself.

"You are...technically...considered a relation to Lantesh, Samantha.  
Jolinar's being has merged with your own, and can be sensed by others.  
Jolinar was Lantesh's mate, so technically, you can be considered as 
his...mate.  The Counsel does not see it this way, Jolinar has past on, 
and neither Lantesh nor I consider you as our mate, but the laws are 
written that a mate has a say in the unblending of individuals, and must 
be consulted.  You are the first in this situation, and the Tok'ra do not 
have a rule for this, so Jacob's and Selmak's interpretation of the law 
was allowed by the Counsel.  For this meeting only, you are being 
considered as Lantesh's mate."   Well, there, it was out.  How he hated 
to have to explain that to her.  She looks as shocked as he was when they 
told him.

Well, that broke her from the uniform inspection.  "How could anyone come 
up with that interpretation? You said it was Jacob and Selmak?  What were 
they thinking?"  Sam couldn't ask the questions fast enough.

"I do not interpret the Tok'ra laws, Samantha.  That is Selmak's 
responsibility.  Because you do exist, they must consider your situation 
and this is what has been decided.  There will be a time in the meeting 
when you will be requested to voice your wishes.  The Counsel must 
consider them before ruling on my request."  Martouf stared at Samantha, 
trying to get an idea of what her wishes would be.  He did not have a 
clue of what she would say to the Counsel. "What are your intentions, 
Samantha?"  Martouf felt it was best to find out now.

Just as Sam was about to answer, the Counsel tones sounded and both Sam 
and Martouf turned to watch the Counsel members file slowly into the 
chambers.  Martouf centered himself within the circle in front of their 
table and bowed his head to each member before they individually took 
their seats.  Selmak/Jacob was seated to the right of Garshaw.  Sam moved 
back to the spot where she was to stand.  She was nervous.  She hadn't 
been prepared for this at all.  She had no idea what she would be asked, 
or what she would say.  How could she possibly make such a decision?  If 
she could only drag her father from behind that table right about now.  
None of the Counsel members were smiling.  She wondered if they were 
always this glum.  It reminded her of her PhD thesis presentation.  She 
eyed Martouf to see if he was as nervous as she.

Martouf was not moving.  He was not quite at attention, but she could 
tell that he was not relaxed.  His hands were at his sides, his chest was 
rising with deep breaths, and his lips were tightly pressed together.  

Garshaw acknowledged the other counsel members by slowly nodding left and 
then right.  She then nodded to Martouf to proceed.

Martouf, with his hands together, fingers touching as if in prayer 
announced "High Counsel of the Tok'ra, I, Martouf, Adelphi of Titan, come 
to you for your wisdom and permission to grant the unblending of myself 
and the one that is called Lantesh of Titan.  I am prepared to accept 
your guidance and decision as final word of my fate."  Martouf bowed 
slightly as he turned his eyes from the Counsel to the floor.

Garshaw responded "Martouf, Adelphi of Titan, the High Counsel has 
granted this session to hear your request and the arguments of those that 
would not have this so.  Is there one here that would be heard against 
this request?"  Garshaw's voice echoed in the chamber.

"Yes, High Counsel." The distinct voice of Lantesh reverberated 
throughout the chamber.  "I, Lantesh of Titan, request the denial of such 
request.  I wish to be heard as an equal to that of the requestor."  
Lantesh's voice was very controlled and seemed to Samantha as if he was 
reining in his anger.

"Martouf, Adelphi of Titan, and Lantesh of Titan, you are both recognized 
by this counsel in your requests." Garshaw announced.  "Martouf, you may 
begin your presentation."

With that the circle on floor was flooded with light.  Martouf nodded to 
Garshaw and as he looked to each Counsel member, he began talking.  "High 
Counsel members, I have been with the Tok'ra for many years and have 
given my life selflessly to the Tok'ra cause and its beliefs.  The Tok'ra 
has been my home and my life for most of my adult life, and I have 
acquired many friends and comrades here.  I have been treated well here, 
and have been honored with the opportunity to lead my fellow Tok'ra into 
battle against our enemy the Goa'uld.  As have many, I have experienced 
the burden of battles and have suffered the wounds that accompany such.  
Up to this time, I have readily accepted this fate and done my best to 
perform my duties.  I feel now, that I am no longer focused on the Tok'ra 
cause, and my heart is no longer focused on the best interests of the 
Tok'ra.  For this reason, I feel it is best to separate from the Tok'ra 
group, before my thoughts and redirected loyalties compromise my 
performance and the Tok'ra mission.  Additionally, due to recent events 
with the Tau'ri, I have realized that I have not the total control of my 
person that I would have been led to believe.  I am no longer comfortable 
with the blending and feel a growing need to be a separate individual 
from Lantesh of Titan.  He is a revered member of the Tok'ra and of 
course, the protector of Titan.  I do not make this request lightly, High 
Counsel.  I have identified a suitable and willing host for Lantesh, so 
there will be no discomfort or threat to his being.  I request this 
unblending be granted, and I be given permission to return to my home 
world of Titan as soon as possible."  Martouf finished by once again 
searching each Counsel member's face.

"Martouf, you have served us well, Garshaw answered.  It is with heavy 
heart that we must hear your request this day.  However, yours is not the 
ordinary host/symbiote relationship and cannot be considered as easily as 
such."  Garshaw continued.  "Your home world has long entered into an 
agreement, contract if you will, for the offer of it's Adelphi as host to 
Lantesh, in exchange for the protection afforded its home world.  You 
willingly accepted the blending and underwent the Taking ceremony.  How 
do you explain your wish to violate this agreement?"  

Sam could see Martouf flinch.  She though 'what the hell is this Adelphi 
stuff'.  Martouf, stood straighter and answered Garshaw directly. "I have 
dedicated myself to this contract from the time of early childhood.  I 
underwent all tests of courage and faith, and accepted the blending in 
the Taking.  The agreement was for my lifetime, knowing of the extended 
lifetime granted by the nature of the Tok'ra.  When I was killed by Major 
Carter, what would be my natural lifetime, even with the benefit of a 
symbiote, ended.  Being renewed by the sarcophagus was not of my doing, 
nor of my choosing.  I believe that for the purposes of my home world's 
agreement, I have served the period in accordance with the contract, and 
therefore am no longer bound by this."  Martouf didn't once drop his eyes 
from those of Garshaw.

Sam shuddered when he had said 'when I was killed by Major Carter.'  
Martouf was so intense right now.  His demeanor was edging on 
impertinence to the Counsel, and you could cut the tension of the room 
with a knife.

"I should be granted this request." He purposely did not end his 
statement with 'High Counsel', as the usual show of respect would 
dictate.

"The Counsel has heard your request and reasoning, Martouf, Adelphi of 
Titan."  Garshaw said in a restrained tone.  "Lantesh of Titan, you may 
present your rebuttal."  Discussion had ended with Martouf.

The light from the circle changed to a light blue.  Sam could see 
Martouf's eyes flash the signs of the symbiote in control.  Lantesh 
began.  "Member's of the Counsel, excuse my host's tone in addressing 
your leadership.  I have purposely not communicated with him since his 
decision to continue with this course of action.  I feel any thoughts I 
had would cloud his mind further.  I apologize.  Without my guidance, he 
can be.....annoying." 

Lantesh continued, "I, Lantesh of Titan request you deny the Adelphi, 
Martouf's, request for unblending.  We have indeed entered into a 
contract, bound by the Taking ceremony.  I have instructed my host, from 
his age of 4 years old, of the ways of the Tok'ra and those skills and 
knowledge that he would require in adulthood.  As I have done with all 
the Titan Adelphi for millenniums.  I have expended great energies to 
keep him healthy and alive, despite many unwitting attempts, resulting 
from his willfulness, to get himself killed by the enemy.  I have brought 
him through great joys and great sorrows.  We have shared love and loss.  
For millenniums I have protected Titan, and shared the bodies of the 
Titan Adelphis.  The contract if for a lifetime, it does not specify 
which lifetime.  As long as he is breathing, the contract is valid."  
Lantesh paused here.  The room was deathly quiet.  Sam shifted on her 
feet.

"If you grant this unblending, I will blend with a temporary host and 
follow Martouf to the home world.  There I will remain, until another 
Adelphi is born, and is willing to follow in the tradition of our home 
world," Lantesh added.  "This will interrupt my service to the Tok'ra, 
for what period, it is uncertain.  I deeply regret that this must be the 
case."

"High Counsel, may I ask for special permission to block out Martouf's 
understanding of what I am about to say.  I wish to talk to the Counsel 
privately," Lantesh asked.

"This is highly irregular, Lantesh," replied Garshaw.

"Yes, however, I feel it is imperative that I present this information 
for your consideration."  Lantesh's tone had changed from that of anger 
to something softer.

"Your request is granted, Lantesh, however, if it is something that we 
believe that Martouf should have knowledge of for his case, we will 
repeat what is said here," decided Garshaw.

"I understand" Lantesh glanced Sam's way.  "Major Carter may hear what is 
about to be said.  It is important for her to understand this."  As he 
addressed the Counsel, his tone was much softer, as if that of a father 
talking about his young son.  "I consider myself the best judge of 
Martouf's state of body and mind.  I have been with him from his moment 
of birth.  At the age of 4, given permission by his father, I began the 
training.  At the age of 18, I blended with him at the Taking ceremony.  
Since then, I have taken part in all his experiences and feelings of his 
lifetime.  His love for Rosha and Jolinar was immense, and with their 
deaths came great sorrow.  He is still pained by their loss.  The many 
missions and battles that he has been involved in, and the loss of his 
comrades and friends, have also taken their toll.  When he learned of 
Major Carter's existence, he began to mend.  He started to look forward 
to the future and began enjoying life again.  When I took over his body 
at the SGC, and acted beyond his control, he suffered not only the 
physical pain of my actions, but also the mental anguish of knowing 
everything he had hoped for was about to be destroyed.  When we were 
brought back to life, he was informed that he was not selected to further 
his relationship with Major Carter.  He feels now, that he can only gain 
back his happiness by returning to his home world."  Lantesh looked at 
Sam, took a moment, and then continued.

"I believe he needs to return to his home world.   He needs time to heal 
and regain the joy he had before Rosha's and Jolinar's deaths."  Sam was 
surprised at Lantesh's statement.  "If he returns to Titan, unblended, 
the Goa'uld will learn of this and seek him out.  I cannot guarantee his 
protection.  More than likely, a Goa’uld system lord will take him, and 
his self will be locked within forever.  He does not deserve this.  He 
will tell you that he will die before this happens, however, because he 
is an Adelphi, the Goa'uld will spare no expense to revive him with a 
sarcophagus."  Sam could see the Counsel Members nodding in agreement to 
Lantesh's statement.

"I propose that I remain blended with Martouf. I will totally disconnect 
myself from his thoughts for the period that you determine.  I will only 
support his immune system to the degree that his natural body would 
support.   It will be as if he has been unblended.   However, if there is 
a threat to his existence from the Goa'uld, I will take whatever actions 
I feel necessary to assure his survival.  I suggest that you allow him to 
return to his home world for a period of time to recover and discover his 
true feelings, and then require him to return for another hearing to see 
if he still requires the unblending.  He has never been without my 
guidance in one way or the other.  This will be the first time.  I 
believe he does not truly want to leave the Tok'ra or the life he leads 
here.  He is very confused and requires time to discover this on his 
own."  Lantesh bowed his head to the Counsel and said, "This is my 
request, High Counsel.  I will unblock Martouf's understanding of my 
words at this time."

"Garshaw sat straighter in her chair, and looked at all the other Counsel 
members.  "We have heard your request Lantesh of Titan."  Within a 
second, it was apparent that Martouf had been returned to control.  The 
circle light changed back from the blue color.

"The Counsel shall now grant the mate of the requestors an opportunity to 
speak on this subject."  The Counsel all turned in their seats to face 
Sam.  Martouf hesitated, then turned slowly to face her.  Sam thought she 
would rather face a Goa'uld firing squad.  "What is your wish on this 
matter, Samantha Carter, holder of the essence of Jolinar of Malksur," 
Garshaw unleashed the question.

Sam tried to find some words that would transmit her true thoughts.  
Stumbling though her words she uttered, "I feel...both have valid 
arguments.  I do not know how Jolinar would answer, but as Sam Carter, I 
feel that it is not my feelings that should be considered, for together 
or apart, my feelings for both shall not change.  I cannot choose between 
them...High Counsel."  She almost forgot to add the High Counsel thing.

Garshaw looked at her questioningly, almost as if she expected a 
different answer.  Sam saw her Dad smile at her and wink.  She could also 
see that Martouf was physically relieved that she did not side with 
Lantesh.  Even though she didn't side with him, either.

Garshaw now addressed the Counsel.  Is there any Counsel Member that 
wishes to comment on this request?  Martouf looked away from Sam and 
glanced at all the members, stopping on Selmak, and then returning his 
gaze to Garshaw.

"I would like to say something."  Everyone instantly turned toward the 
familiar voice as they stared at not Selmak, but Jacob.  "Martouf did not 
ask me to speak for him, but I would like to add my Tau'ri two cents 
worth here," Jacob continued.  "This kid needs a rest.  He's not thinking 
straight and I don't think he can function in his present duties.  We 
call it battle fatigue where I come from, or just plain 'burn out'.  What 
we Tau'ri do is go on vacation or holiday.  Get away from the regular 
daily duties of everyday, and have some fun.  I think he needs a 
vacation."  Jacob sat back and smiled at Martouf.

Martouf just stared at Jacob with his mouth open.  He had rather been hit 
with a Goa'uld zat gun.  He should have known that Jacob would say 
something.  It was Martouf's own fault not to instruct Jacob to keep 
silent.  The damage was done.  Jacob thought Martouf was not in control 
of his faculties.  Not only would he not be unblended, they would 
probably relegate him to a cell until they were sure he was capable of 
functioning.  He started to say something, but was halted by Garshaw's 
palm raised in his direction.

"Do not speak further, Martouf.  All sides have been heard.  The Counsel 
shall confer."  With that the Counsel members murmured amongst themselves 
for about 5 minutes.  Sam kept staring at Martouf, who purposely avoided 
her gaze.  He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and clasped 
and unclasped his hands.  Sam wondered what Martouf would have thought of 
Lantesh's offer.  Certainly not what Sam had expected from Lantesh.  She 
became more intrigued with these two the more she grew to know them. 

The Counsel returned to their positions and faced Martouf, giving no 
indication on their faces what was about to be decided.  The light on the 
floor changed to a green hue.  "Martouf, Adelphi of Titan, the Counsel 
has reviewed your request for unblending and return to the home world of 
Titan.  It is our decision that your request to return to Titan be 
granted."  Martouf took a deep breath and started to smile. Garshaw 
continued, "at this time, unblending shall not be permitted.  Lantesh 
shall be sanctioned from interacting with you for a period of 6 Tau'ri 
months.  During that time, he will disassociate himself from your 
thoughts and only regulate your body's systems to the degree it would 
regulate itself.  Upon the end of 6 months, a member of the Tok'ra shall 
return to Titan to bring you to the Tok'ra High Counsel to further review 
your request.  It will be decide if you should be unblended at that 
time."  Martouf's smile quickly went away and he straightened his body 
into almost standing at attention.  

"This is the decision of the Counsel," deemed Garshaw.  "Lantesh, do you 
understand the consequences of this decision?" asked Garshaw?

"Lantesh surfaced, "I do, High Counsel."

"Then let this decision be implemented immediately," commanded Garshaw.

The glow of Lantesh's eyes went out, and Sam could see Martouf slightly 
shudder.  'His immune system must be adjusting to the lower levels,' Sam 
thought. 'I hope he doesn't pass out here in the chambers.' 

"You may take your leave at your will, Martouf.  We will look forward to 
the day of your return.  Our thoughts will be with you," Garshaw said 
with finality.  

"I will be bound by your decision, High Counsel.  I will send word to 
Titan to expect my arrival within a day.  I thank you for your patience 
in these matters."  Martouf bowed his head slightly to Garshaw.

With that Garshaw stood up, and the rest of the Counsel took her lead.  
They filed out the door they had originally entered. 

Sam was left alone in the chambers with Martouf.  He stood still and did 
not change position.  Sam moved towards him, and he turned to her.  She 
could tell that he was confused with the decision.  

"Samantha, I must thank you for your words to the Counsel.  I was not 
sure of what you might say," he said moving closer to her.

"I only spoke the truth.  I was not prepared to speak at all.  I had no 
idea it would be required," Sam replied, not quite sure how to respond.

"I will be traveling to Titan tomorrow.  If you were interested, I would 
enjoy your company for a visit for however long you wish to stay.  You 
could use this time to research my world.  Titan has quite a few 
interesting facets," he smiled.

"I'd like that, and I think I could get the General to let me stay for a 
while too, especially while I do research," Sam accepted.

"We do not keep the Chaapari in operation.  It is only raised into place 
when word is given in advance of our visits.  Then it is once again 
buried.  That is why I must send word by ship, in advance of my arrival.  
If you are to come with me, it must be tomorrow.  Is that enough time for 
you to prepare?" he asked.

"Not a whole lot, but it should be enough," Sam said.  "I'll head back to 
the SGC now and make the arrangements."  She hesitated a second in 
thought and then looked back to Martouf.  "What should I bring to wear?"  

Martouf gave a little laugh.  "Whatever you wish, Samantha.  If you do 
not feel comfortable in what you bring, there will be plenty of robes for 
you to choose from on Titan."

With that, Sam reached for his hands, and squeezing them tightly, drew 
herself to Martouf and kissed him quickly on the lips.  
"Congratulations," she said with a smile.  "I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, Sam turned on her heels, not giving him time to respond, and 
headed out the door to find her father and make her way back to the SGC.  
She was going to find out what this Adelphi thing was, and if Dad 
wouldn't tell her, she was going to have a quick talk with Daniel and 
Teal'c.  Maybe one of them would know.

                         *******************

Part 10

"You're going where?!" Colonel O'Neill questioned rather loudly.

Sam winced a bit at the tone and the volume of his question.  She was in 
General Hammond's office with O'Neill, Daniel, Teal'c, and the General.  
She had just finished explaining the recent events at the Tok'ra compound 
and had received General Hammond's permission to proceed with the 
mission.  Jack, obviously, did not approve.

"I believe she mentioned the home world of Titan," Teal'c responded to 
his question.

"I heard her, I'm not deaf," Jack quipped to Teal'c.

"Then why do you wish for her to repeat herself?" Teal'c responded with a 
quizzical look.

"Because.."  Jack said with annoyance "I can't believe she meant what she 
said."  Jack stared back at Sam, cocked his head, and raised his 
eyebrows...waiting for her to respond.

"Sir, visiting Titan is a great opportunity to study a home world that is 
normally shut to all gate travel.  Think of the information we could 
gather," Sam attempted to persuade him.

"Actually, I find it fascinating," Daniel stepped into the conversation.  
"I wonder if this could be the same Titan referred in Greek myth about 
Earth being ruled by the Titan's before the gods of Mount Olympus.  
Prometheus and Atlas were Titans.  In most translations the word Titan 
means very powerful."  

"Daniel, you're not helping here," snapped Jack.

"Apophis has fought with the Titan's in their quadrant" added Teal'c.  
This was before my time.  "He never again would venture into their 
quadrant, for what reasons, I do not know."

"Well, maybe we should all pack up and check this place out.  Daniel, I 
bet you could get a lot of Earth history that way."  Jack gave a fake 
smile to Sam as he turned to look at everyone's reaction to his 
suggestion.

"Uh, Sir," Sam hesitated, "He didn't invite all of us," she said to Jack, 
then looked at General Hammond. "Just me, Sir."

"Now, does that seem to make any sense?"  Jack asked sarcastically to the 
group.

"Sir, I think he invited me because I have nacquida in my system, and it 
is like bringing another Tok'ra to the home world.  It would be easier 
for the people to accept me, a stranger to their world," Sam postulated.

"Did he say that?" Jack grilled.

"No, Sir.  That was my interpretation," Sam answered.

"I don't think that's it, Major," Jack snapped back like a sarcastic 
whip.

"Major, I trust you will gather that information asked for by Dr. Jackson 
and others so they may continue their studies?"  General Hammond ignored 
Jack's last outburst.

"Yes, Sir.  You can count on it," Sam said quickly.

"How long do you expect to be away?" the General further questioned.

"Well, Sir, I'm not really sure.  Martouf must return to the Tok'ra 
within 6 months, but he said that I may stay as long as I want.  So, I 
would assume that I can come back whenever I want," Sam added.  "I'll 
send word on my actions, Sir.  I won't be gone more than 6 months."

"That's a very long time, Major," Hammond responded.

"Ya think?" quipped Jack.

Hammond snapped an ‘I am not pleased' look to Jack, and Jack got the 
message.

"Very well, Major.  Make your arrangements.  I want a status 
communication at least once a month.  Stop by the infirmary and get your 
preventative shots for the mind control.  You were not here when everyone 
else was inoculated." General Hammond had made his decision.

"Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."  Sam saluted the General, looked around at 
everyone and turned on her heels and exited the room.  Daniel followed 
right behind.  He could hear Jack's protests to the General as he left 
and the General mumbling something back.

"Sam, can I give you a list of questions to ask and things to look for, 
Ancient writings, temples, etc?"  Daniel asked with enthusiasm.

"Sure, Daniel.  I'll be glad to follow up on them."  Sam said with a 
smile.  She slowed down as she turned the corner to her lab and invited 
Daniel in for a moment.  "Daniel, she said as she sat in front of her 
computer, have you ever heard of an Adelphi?"  Sam said matter of factly.  
She set the computer on backup so it would cycle itself while she was 
gone.

"Adelphi?"  Daniel repeated.  "I'm not sure."  He thought a bit, 
reviewing the different tongues and writings that he had studied over the 
years, going through his mind like an encyclopedia.  Before the 
Egyptians, I think an adelphi was a term for the first born son of a 
pharaoh."  Daniel answered as if he had just won a quiz show.  He loved 
being able to bring his knowledge to real world questions.  "Why, where 
did you hear that word" he asked Sam.

"They said Martouf was an adelphi."  Remarked Sam.

"Really?  That's weird." Mused Daniel 

"Why?"  asked Sam

"Well, just by its nature.  The first son of a pharaoh automatically 
inherits the throne on the pharaoh's death.  How can that happen if 
Martouf has been a Tok'ra for so long?  He's been nowhere near his home 
world.  Who knows how old he is.  He's at least, what...100 years old, 
that's how long he was mated to Jolinar."  Daniel was thinking out loud. 
"Maybe they stopped with the pharaoh stuff when he left.  I just don't 
know."

"I don't know either, Daniel, but it is interesting." Agreed Sam. "They 
also said that the Goa'uld would want him because he was an adelphi, if 
he wasn't blended."  

"I don't understand that one either."  Daniel added.  "Take good notes 
when you get there.  I'd like to know what you find out."

"I will, and thanks for the info.. and the support."  Sam looked at 
Daniel and gave him a big smile.

"Sure.  Take care of yourself, Sam."  Daniel stared at Sam, then turned 
to leave, hesitated and turned back to face her.  "Let yourself go a bit, 
Sam.  This is the perfect opportunity to delve into ancient Egyptian 
culture and pharaoh protocols."  He winked and his smile turned into a 
large grin as he exited the room.

For the next few hours, Sam made arrangements with Janet to watch her 
apartment and take care of her cat.  Janet was full of questions, and Sam 
filled her in as much as she could.  Still, Janet was fascinated by the 
fact that Martouf and Lantesh had been returned to life, and would have 
given a limb to be able to run a few tests on him.  Lucky for Martouf, 
Sam was going to meet him at an alternate planet site before they gated 
to his home world.  This was precautionary, both for the home world and 
the Tok'ra stronghold.  Neither place would be easily traced.

Sam gathered up what little things that she would need.  When she had 
everything taken care of, she returned to the SGC.  She was killing some 
time in the gate room when Jack walked up behind her and whispered "Do ya 
got a minute?"  She turned and saw him cock his head toward the outer 
corner of the room, indicating they should move to that area for the 
talk.  Sam looked at him quizzically and followed him to the corner.

"This is kind of off the record, ya know, between the Sir and Major 
thing." Jack whispered "ok?"  His eyes darted quickly around the room to 
see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation.  

"Ok, Sir" Sam responded automatically, catching herself too late saying 
Sir.

Jack took a deep breath.  "Look.. I know you have to leave soon, but I 
just wanted to get a chance to talk to you before you left.  I was pretty 
much an ass before, and well, I wanted to apologize." 

"I understand, Sir, you were just concerned about my safety and..." Jack 
cut off Sam by the waving of his hand indicating, no that's not it.

"No, I'm concerned about you spending 6 months with this snake stud.  
I've seen how he looks at you, and I don't think he has friendship in 
mind.  He stared directly into Sam's eyes and continued, "I don't like 
that a damn bit."

"Sir..(he rolled his eyes)..Jack, I am not a schoolgirl, and haven't been 
for quite some time.  I think I can handle myself around men, seeing I've 
worked side by side with them most of my life.  And quite honestly, if it 
weren't for our ranks and our situation, would you have 'friendship' in 
mind?"  She asked with a sting.

"I'm just saying, that I'm concerned.  We both know there are 'feelings' 
between us, but we can't act on them and probably never will.  It's just 
not easy to let you go off with someone that has obviously set you as his 
next target of opportunity."  Jack always felt better saying things in 
terms of a military operation.

"I've told him that I have feelings for you, but I must be honest and 
tell you that I have feelings for him too, but in a different way.  Ours 
is based on..what I feel is camaraderie and friendship.  The way I feel 
for him is a lusting need to be with him.  If I am not with him, I feel 
that a part of me is missing.  I can't explain it.  Have you ever had 
this feeling?"  Sam looked into Jack's eyes, hoping she hadn't hurt the 
man too badly.

"Yeah, I have.  I had it with Sara." He scanned the ceiling and then down 
the wall, not wanting to look at Sam.  "When my son was killed, we 
separated, and it was like tearing my heart out.  Not only because of my 
son's death, but the loss of the closeness that I shared with his 
mother."  Jack stared back at Sam.  "This need is something that comes 
from time spent with a person.  You barely know this guy Sam.  This has 
got to be coming from the feelings that Jolinar, his mate, had for him. 
Can you be so sure of your feelings?"  Jack gripped both of her shoulders 
to emphasize his question. 

"Funny, he sort of asked the same thing."  Sam responded.  "I have the 
unique opportunity to see the home world of Titan and learn all their 
customs and culture.  I'll also learn more as Sam, of the man Martouf.  I 
can't see any better way to get to know him and my feelings than that.  I 
want to know the type of love that you had with Sara, that Daniel had 
with Shar'ae, and Lantesh had for Jolinar.  This may not be it, but I 
want to check it out, just in case."  She looked at Jack, who had 
released his grip on her. "Please understand, Jack."

"I'm going to try.  I'm basically a selfish guy, and I don't want to see 
you go, even though I know we can't expand our relationship.  I wish I 
could go with you so I could chaperone, and break the guy's arm when he 
makes a pass, and he will make a pass.  A guy is a guy, no matter what 
world he comes from."  Jack said with finality.

"Yeah, I agree with you on that one." Sam smiled. 

The sound of the chevrons locking interrupted their discussion.  Sam 
looked over to the gate and back to Jack.  "I have to go now.  I'll send 
back reports." 

He nodded, looking as if he had failed totally in his objective.  Both 
walked back to the center of the gate room as they watched the shimmering 
fluid jump from the gate into the room.

Daniel and Teal'c were already there, waiting for Sam.

"Well, Sam.  Have a great trip and have fun."  Daniel said giving Sam a 
strong hug.

"Travel well, Major Carter.  You absence will be felt."  Teal'c nodded 
his farewell to Sam.

Sam looked at all three, and then glanced up to the control room to see 
General Hammond and Janet looking back.  She waved and they waved goodbye 
back.  "Thanks, everyone.  I won't let you down."  She turned and faced 
the gate, slung her back over her shoulder and entered the void. 

I wonder if Martouf will still be treated as an Adelphi, after all of 
this time." Daniel asked himself aloud.   As soon as Daniel mentioned the 
work 'Adelphi', Teal'c straightened up and turned to him.  "How do you 
know of the Adelphi of Titan?  How can you know this when it has never 
been mentioned?"  Teal'c seemed agitated. 

"Whoa, whoa, Teal'c.  Sam told me."  Daniel explained.  " The Tok'ra said 
he's the son of a pharaoh, but it was way over 100 years ago, and Martouf 
certainly is not living the life of a privileged class.  Pharaoh's have, 
what, maybe 80 children in their harem.  Martouf is one of many."

Jack didn't like Teal'c's reaction to this information.  "What's going on 
here Teal'c." 

"The Goa'uld have know of the Titan Adelphi for milleniums."  Teal'c 
turned his head to address Jack.   "I first learned of him when I became 
First Prime of Apophis.  I myself have been in battle against him, and 
only upon meeting him through the Tok'ra have I put a face to the 
adversary.  His forces were against ours in ships surrounding the 
Calcadian moons.  He was piloting the vessel that had targeted Apophis.  
It was my responsibility to destroy him.  He was very clever in his 
maneuver against me, and my vessel was disabled, but not before Apophis 
had escaped to safety.  He did not return to destroy my vessel.   Last 
year, on the return trip from our mission to Nat'u to rescue Jacob, 
Martouf spelled me in piloting the vessel while the others were asleep.  
In an effort to evade a meteor storm, he performed the same unique 
maneuver that resulted in my defeat years before.  I realized who he was 
and confronted him.  He confirmed my suspicions.   I then asked Martouf 
why he did not return to destroy me that day, when it would have been so 
easy.  He responded that I had not been the target, and my destruction 
did not serve his purpose."  Teal'c waited for comments from Jack or 
Daniel.  When he received none, he continued on.

"Lantesh has long been an enemy of Apophis and the other system lords.  
He has always shared the body of a Titan Adelphi.  The Adelphi are not 
merely the son's of pharaohs, Daniel Jackson.  They are born with acute 
senses and agilities that enhance their bodies' abilities to anticipate 
and respond more quickly than the average man.  They are very rare.  It 
is said that only one Adelphi is born per 1,000 worlds.  If they are not 
blended by the age of 18 years, they lose these abilities.  Once blended 
in the Taking Ceremony, they maintain these abilities for life.  Such a 
host is greatly sought after by a Goa'uld system lord.  I would have been 
greatly rewarded if I could have presented Apophis with such a prize."  
Teal'c ended his explanation.

"If this is so, why don't they just capture Martouf, kill Lantesh, and 
have their way with him?"  Jack said with disgust.

"As long as he is blended with Lantesh, Martouf is easier killed than 
captured.  Lantesh will die within Martouf before allowing another 
Goa'uld to take him as a host.  With Lantesh's death, the remains are 
absorbed into Martouf's tissues, not unlike that which has happened to 
Major Carter.  Another Goa'uld cannot cohabit with Lantesh's essence,"  
Teal'c tried to explain.

Jack look like he was going to be ill, "Forget I even asked."

"If, at the end of six months, Martouf receives permission to be 
unblended from Lantesh, Martouf will be a most sought after prize, and 
much wealth and prosperity will be awarded to the one that captures him.  
Titans are not known as good hosts to the Goa'uld because of their strong 
wills that can overcome Goa'uld thoughts at times.  However, it is 
believed that the Adelphi of Titan is worth the effort.   Anyone close to 
Martouf will be used as bait to capture him, and later tortured and 
killed in front of his eyes to weaken his resistance to the blending."

"Isn't that just peachy," Jack said angrily.  "He knows all this, and 
still he wants the unblending?"

"Apparently, that is the case," Replied Teal'c.

"I think it’s about time for us to talk to our buddy, Marty."  Jack was 
already developing a plan.  

"We don't even know where he is, what's more talk to him," replied 
Daniel.

"No, but the Tok'ra do.  And I'll bet money that Jacob knows where his 
daughter is.  Especially when he knows the score."  Jack marched past the 
two.  "Saddle up campers, it's time for a field trip," announced Jack.

Teal'c looked quizzically at Daniel for an explanation.

"It's a thing with horses and outdoor hiking, and .. oh, forget it."  
Daniel gave up and followed Jack through the door.

                         *******************

Part 11

Martouf paced near the Chaapar'ai for nearly 30 minutes.  He had wanted 
to arrive at the transition world, where he would meet Samantha, well 
before her.  He did not want her to arrive and be alone.  He wanted to be 
there to greet her, just him this time, no entourage of people, no SG1 
team members to watch his every move or hear his every word.  This time, 
it would just be Samantha.  He hoped. 'What if she showed up with her 
teammates?  Then what?'  No answer.  He shook his head slowly to himself.  
He would have to stop doing that.  He did that all night the night 
before.  Asking himself questions, and expecting the usual reply or barb 
from Lantesh.  But, as deemed so, Lantesh had disconnected himself from 
Martouf's thoughts, so there were no answers or conversation.  How 
strange it felt.  He had not had this type of silence for quite some 
time, and it felt foreign to him.  He had to admit that Lantesh, most of 
the time, had been a comfort to him.  He would almost always get answers 
to his musings.  Not always the answers that he expected, but at least 
answers.  Now, all he had were questions, and he had to find the answers 
on his own.

He had not slept well the night before.  He could not stop thinking of 
all that had passed and all that was to come.  He played this meeting 
with Samantha over a hundred times in his head, never once being happy 
with the scenario.  Should he forget that she had feelings for O'Neill, 
should he treat her like just another allied soldier?  He could not do 
either.  He was bound to her through the essence of Jolinar.  Every time 
he was near her, he could feel Jolinar.  Each time, for the first year or 
so, he had to shake it off and remind himself that she was Samantha.  
Later on, as they met more often, his mind automatically identified the 
essence as Samantha (Samantha and Jolinar had become one in his mind).  
He would constantly remind himself that he hardly knew this woman.  
Although she held Jolinar's memories, they were not fully accessible to 
her, and none of Jolinar's traits had surfaced in her.  Samantha was 
hardly feminine; Jolinar was a seductress.  Samantha talked in technical 
terms; Jolinar was more soft and flowing.  Samantha always wore those 
pants and shirts, and numerous undergarments; Jolinar would wear flowing 
robes with little on underneath.   She did have the same sense of 
adventure that Jolinar had, as well as the courage.  She had the same 
strange sense of humor, and the ability to frustrate the hell out of him.  
What could it be that attracted him to her, other than the essence of 
Jolinar?  He did not know, but still he was drawn to her as if by a 
magnetic force.  He hoped he would get better sleep this evening.

Last night, as he stared at the ceiling, he rehearsed his explanation to 
the people of his home world about his intentions of the unblending.  He 
could not anticipate their reaction.  If the Tok'ra weren't thrilled with 
it, what would his home world think?  He decided not to mention it right 
away, until the time seemed right.  He tried lying on his bed for a while 
not thinking, waiting for Lantesh to break the silence and dictate his 
behavior, but Lantesh never surfaced.  It was then that Martouf realized 
that Lantesh was true to his word, and had totally separated himself from 
Martouf.  Martouf could also feel it in his body.  His stomach was 
unsettled and after accidentally rolling off his bed last night, the 
bruise from hitting the floor was still on his arm.  Lantesh had 
regulated his body responses to those of an unblended being.  This was 
going to be interesting.   

He was grateful when morning came around.  He had never known a night so 
long.  He grabbed his pack of belongings, and made his way to the 
transport rings.  There he met and said goodbye to Selmak and Jacob 
before he left.  Selmak had reminded him of all the items of safety that 
he must be alert for, as well as the do's and don'ts of being Tok'ra.  
Selmak showed no sign of affection.  She wished Martouf a pleasant 
journey and released herself to Jacob.  Jacob, on the other hand, grabbed 
Martouf into a big hug and whispered into Martouf's ear warnings what 
would happen to Martouf if his daughter came to anything that Jacob would 
consider harm.  Then, he released Martouf, clasped his hands on Martouf's 
upper arms, shook him three times, and then slapped him hard on the left 
arm, and almost shouted "You be good kid.”  The others that came to see 
him off merely smiled and nodded farewell.  Martouf was glad that they 
hadn't heard what Jacob had whispered.

Now, here he was, on one of his favorite planets, waiting for Major 
Samantha Carter to join him on his journey to his home world.  What was 
he thinking?  Was it too late to gate away?  No, he couldn't do that and 
leave her.  What was wrong with him?  He has experienced life for quite 
some time now, and he has known a woman for over 100 years.  There is 
nothing about a woman that he did not know.  Why was he so anxious about 
this one?  He sat on the steps of the gate platform and stared at the two 
suns.  The colors here were so vivid.  It was the combination of the suns 
and the way the light hit the spectrum layers of the luminescent clouds.  
If he had to move from his home world, he would pick this world to live 
his days in.  He rubbed his hands across his face in an effort to clear 
his thoughts and calm himself.  What was he doing?  He was alone.  Rosha 
was gone, Jolinar was gone, Lantesh was as good as gone, he had said 
goodbye to all of his Tok'ra comrades...he leaned back against the step 
and watched the birds fly through the clouds.

He was startled when the sound of a chevron clicked on the Chaapar'ai.  
He quickly stood up and moved out of the way.  More than likely it was 
Samantha, but he couldn't be sure, and he wasn't going to start being 
stupid now.  He moved to a hidden position where he could watch as the 
traveler arrived.  Samantha stepped through the shimmering pool and 
looked around instinctively.  She quickly glanced around for Martouf.  He 
thought, 'if I do not show myself, she will return to the SGC.  This is 
all that I need to do.  It will be so easy.'  

Sam called out his name "Martouf?"  She looked back at the shimmering 
system, and looked like she was about to reenter it, when he called 
"Samantha, I am glad you have decided to join me."  

He stepped out into her view and greeted her with his warmest smile.  "I 
believe that you will enjoy my home world, and I will do my best to make 
you feel welcomed."  Sam moved down the steps to meet him, outstretched 
her arms as he reached for her, and they held each others hands as they 
stared into each others eyes.

"I thought for a minute that you weren't here.  You had me worried,” 
Sam's voice showed a slight nervousness.

"I arrived a short time ago.  I relay your father's greetings.  He has 
entrusted your safety with me." Martouf was still holding her hands.

"Well, I can't think of anyone better.  This is a beautiful place.  Is it 
inhabited?"  Sam asked.

"Yes, it is both beautiful and inhabited.  The people here are very open 
and friendly.  They only come out at night though.  The suns are too 
bright for their eyesight; they are nocturnal in nature.  Unfortunately, 
we cannot stay to meet them.  We are expected in Titan within the next 
few minutes.  Perhaps on another adventure, you may meet them."  Martouf 
released her hands and walked to the glyph panel.

As he pushed the familiar symbols of his home world, he felt a feeling of 
great happiness.  He was going home, and he was bringing this woman with 
him to experience all the wonderful things of his home world.  He would 
show her everything.  He looked her way, and couldn't help but grin 
widely.  She returned a full-faced smile.  With the whoosh of the gate, 
all that awaited them was on the other side.  He gently took her hand and 
led her to within a step of entering the gate.  "Do not become 
overwhelmed with what you are about to see.  If you feel uncertain or 
uncomfortable, stay close to me and I will help you.  You are my guest 
Samantha, and you have full access to anything of your choosing."  He 
squeezed her hand reassuringly and, staying close by her side, led her 
gently through the gate.

                         *******************

Part 12

The noise was deafening.  As soon as Sam had exited from the gate, she 
couldn't hear herself think.  Martouf was by her side, still holding her 
hand.  She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust her eyesight, but she still 
couldn't quite comprehend what she was seeing.  They were outside, in 
what looked like a beautiful mountain meadow.  The colors were vivid 
greens against a bright blue sky.  Two suns could also be seen in the 
heavens.  She wondered if they were in the same quadrant as the planet 
they had just left.  As far as she could see, there were people, 
thousands of them.  All, apparently, screaming... no cheering.  Martouf 
looked at her and smiled a big smile.  He held up his free hand into the 
air and gave a wave, and the cheering increased. 

He put his mouth to her ear and almost had to shout, "Do not worry 
Samantha, they mean no harm.  They are here to greet us."

'Greet us?' she thought, 'the only one that is happy to see me like this 
is my starving cat.'

She stood there transfixed until she felt the gentle pulling of Martouf 
to move up to meet an older gentleman, about 65 years old, that was 
obviously there to talk to them.  Martouf let go of her hand only for an 
instant to place his hands together and give a slight bow to the older 
gentleman. 

"Kol nak petor, Pragna,"  Martouf greeted the Man.  "Chack eet lotat, 
Samantha."  Martouf grabbed Sam's hand again and turned to her as he said 
her name.  

"Kol nak petor, Samantha," responded the older man.

Martouf leaned into the man and said, "Koli nat purkel, Samantha yat 
creeb."  With that the man nodded knowingly, and turned to talk to one of 
the young women by his side.  

Martouf took advantage of that moment to lean into Samantha and 
explained, "I have asked them to provide you with a universal translator.  
It is a simple devise that you wear behind your ear.  It is not unlike 
wearing a small piece of paper behind your ear.  It will not harm you, 
and you may take it off anytime you want.  But, if you do, you will not 
understand a word that is said here,"  Martouf said laughingly.

With that, a young woman presented the older man with the devise who then 
gave it to Martouf.  

"Spausda," Martouf said, and as he looked into Sam's eyes to assure her 
willingness to wear the devise, he gently pushed her hair to one side and 
placed the devise behind her ear.  "Col ya deet when you can under stand 
me.  It should be within a second of attaching the devise.  When you can 
understand me, everything you say while wearing it will also be 
translated back to my language."  Martouf was saying.

'This was something great,' thought Sam.  'We needed this type of 
technology back on Earth.'  "I understand you.  How does this work?"  Sam 
prodded.

"Martouf grinned "Ever the scientist, Samantha.  There will be plenty of 
time.  Let me introduce you to my family."  She almost fainted.  'His 
family, she needed time to prepare.'

"Samantha, may I introduce the Pharaoh of Titan, Pragna."  The older man 
nodded his head to Sam and took her hand from Martouf's and cupped it 
within his own.   "It is an honor to finally meet you, Samantha."

"Pragna is the ruler of my home world, Samantha. He is a great and 
benevolent man.  He is my brother's grand son," Martouf said beaming with 
pride.

"I am honored to meet you, Sir," Sam said, a little overwhelmed by the 
whole event.  The cheering was still going on.

"And, may I introduce her Highness, Queen Colla, Pragnas wife of nearly 
50 years."  With that, a beautiful older woman stepped up to Pragna's 
side and nodded to Samantha.  Her hair was a beautiful white with 
shadings of light blond.  Her eyes were a vivid blue.  When she smiled 
her greeting to Samantha, it warmed her entire face.  "Welcome to Titan, 
Samantha.  It is wonderful for you to return with our Martouf."

"Thank you, your Highness."  With each introduction, Sam had an 
additional 10 questions she wanted to ask Martouf.  He could tell she was 
biting at the bit to ask him, and he grinned even more.

There were some others behind the couple, but as Martouf looked their 
way, preparing to greet them, Pragna touched Martouf's sleeve and said.  
"You will not escape so easily, Martouf.  The people heard of your 
arrival and we could not keep them away.  They have been here for hours 
and will not leave until you are formally welcomed back to the home 
world.  Take your place and greet the people as they wish."  Pragna 
firmly grasped Martouf's arm and guided him to the center of the platform 
in front of the gate.  The crowd got louder.  Pragna stood in front of 
Martouf and raised both arms to the air, palms stretched facing out to 
the crowd.  The crowd became hushed.

"Gentle people of Titan, from worlds unknown and adventures to be shared, 
our prayers of his safe return have not gone unanswered... I present to 
you, your beloved Martouf..Adelphi of Titan."  As he said Adelphi of 
Titan, Sam noticed Queen Colla placing a beautiful ornamental robe over 
Martouf's shoulders.  At that exact moment, the crowd erupted into 
deafening cheers.  

Sam had to pinch herself to make sure she was awake.  Here were these 
thousands of people, cheering Martouf, the same guy she had gone on all 
these missions with, the same guy that she had a couple of quiet chats 
with...and who right now was standing in front of thousands of people in 
his ragged Tok'ra uniform covered by a beautiful robe.  Talk about still 
waters running deep.

While she stared at him, someone else came up behind her and placed an 
equally beautiful robe across her shoulders.  She looked around and saw 
the young man smile at her and take a step back to the crowd that came 
with Pragna.  Her hands reached up to touch the robe.  It was like 
velvet, but also felt a little like silk.  She could not quite make it 
out.  It was quite comfortable, but she certainly didn't feel like she 
should be wearing it.

Martouf had placed his hands together in the traditional greeting and 
bowed slowly to the crowd.  "I have come to be with you for a period of 6 
months.  I look forward to renewing our friendships and meeting your 
families," he announced to the crowd.  Those that were not already on 
their feet were now.  There was music and merriment, and it appeared that 
this was the start of a very large party.

Pragna escorted Martouf past Sam, and back toward the others.  Before he 
could turn to look at her, the group parted and a beautiful young woman 
walked slowly up to Martouf with her head down.  As she lifted her head, 
Sam could see that she was crying.  Martouf looked at her and gently 
lifted her chin with his cupped hand.  "What is it my fair Esandra?"  As 
he asked, the young woman darted a quick glance to Sam, and then placed 
her head down again.  Martouf turned to look at Sam, and then took his 
hand away.  He smiled at Sam, and walked slowly to her side.  As he 
lifted the robe from her shoulders he said to Sam, "They think we are 
mated, Samantha.  This would be the robe of my mate."  He folded it 
neatly and handed it to the same guard that had placed it on her 
shoulders, and then he selected a different one, and draped it over her 
shoulders. 

"This will identify you to all, that you are with me as my honored 
guest," he said as he kept his hands on the back of her shoulders. "I am 
sorry for the misunderstanding.  I had not explained your presence."  
Before she could answer, he announced to the group, "Samantha is but a 
special friend to me, please welcome her as our own."  He walked back to 
the beautiful young woman.   He cupped her tear stained cheek in his hand 
and as he gently wiped away a tear, he said, "There, my Estrandra.  Can 
you not now smile your beautiful smile for me?"  The woman's face lit up 
as Martouf leaned down and softly kissed her cheek.  "I have waited for 
you Martouf,” she whispered loud enough for all to hear, "as I said I 
would.  I look forward to our time together." 

                         *******************

Part 13

Sam walked with the others down a beautiful valley past one of the 
highest waterfalls she had ever seen.  It was breathtaking.  The two 
sun's angles created multiple color prisms within the cascading waters.  
It looked like thousands of colored lights sprinkling to the ground.  
Martouf was only a few steps ahead of her, being dominated in 
conversation by Pragna.  He would sneak peaks at Sam every few minutes, 
to assure that she was well and did not need his presence.  Each time he 
looked at her, her eyes caught his and she smiled and nodded, giving him 
peace of mind to continue his discourse with Pragna.

Colla had not left Sam's side since Martouf had announced their 
'friendship'.  She was thrilled that Sam was here with him, and could not 
wait to hear all about her version on how they met.  Martouf had briefed 
her two years ago, when he had returned to Titan to deliver the news of 
Rosha's and Jolinar's death.  That had been a very sad time for the 
planet's people.  Martouf had explained the circumstances, and had 
mentioned the Tau'ri woman, Samantha, who had been host to Jolinar before 
her death.

"The tale is known throughout the world, Samantha," Colla continued.  
"And now you are here with our people.  They will be so pleased to meet 
you and talk of your experiences.  We are a very inquisitive and open 
people.  I think you will enjoy your visit with us."

Sam half listened to Colla go on, but she was really trying to 
concentrate on the young woman Estranda, who was walking behind the rest 
of the group, chatting and giggling with three other young women.  Trying 
not to be too obvious, Sam would turn periodically, as if to view the 
gorgeous landscape, to catch a glimpse of this young woman who obviously 
had some sort of relationship with Martouf.  What type of relationship, 
Sam was not sure, but when he touched the young woman, Sam could feel all 
the hairs on the back of her neck raise.  'How petty,' she thought.  'You 
don't even know who this girl is, and you already hate her.'

"Do you, Samantha?" asked Colla.

Sam looked at Colla in surprise, "Ah...I'm sorry Colla, do I what?"

"Do you have a mate," Colla repeated her question.

"Ah..no.  I don't," Sam blushed.

"Well, while you are here I will introduce you to many a suitor.  They 
will all be charmed to meet you, I assure you.  Martouf can be your 
chaperone, if you wish.  I know he will keep careful watch over you."  
Colla was speaking and waving her arms to emphasize her enthusiasm.

"Thank you, Colla, but I don't need to meet any suitors while I am here.  
I promised Martouf that I would come with him to learn more of his home 
world."  Sam was trying to get out of this gracefully.

"Oh, yes my dear, but Martouf will not be able to spend all his time with 
you.  He will need time to spend with Estranda.  She has been waiting for 
his return since his last visit," Colla explained mater of factly.  "I 
can arrange for a wonderful suitor to occupy your time during your 
separation from Martouf."

Sam looked at Colla, and just at that moment, Martouf glanced back again 
to check on Sam.  The look she gave him was enough to stop him in his 
tracks, literally.  Everyone else nearly stumbled over him, not realizing 
that he had stopped walking and turned towards Samantha.  

"Samantha, is something wrong?" Martouf asked with deep concern.

Everyone had circled around Martouf and Sam, listening for her answer.  
Sam could see Estranda on the edge of the circle with the others.

"Do you think we could have a word, over there?" Sam asked as she glanced 
to a tree in a nearby clearing.  Martouf looked towards the tree and then 
at the others, not really sure where this was going. "Certainly, 
Samantha."  He looked at the others and asked, "Would you excuse us for 
just a moment?"

They all nodded and he held out his arm toward the tree, "As you please, 
Samantha."  Sam led the way, with Martouf close behind, noting her 
mannerism as she moved toward the tree.  She was upset about something; 
he had seen this before in her.

"Samantha, what has upset you?"  Martouf asked concerned.  "Do you not 
like the valley?"

"That's a stupid question," Sam snapped back. 

Martouf did not like her tone, but accepted her response as part of her 
unsettled manner.  "What has happened to make you angry with me, 
Samantha?"

Sam thought for a moment.  What she wanted to say to him made her sound 
like a jealous female, and she hated that, but well, there you had it. 
"Estranda?"  Sam said the young woman's name and cocked her head as she 
looked directly into Martouf's eyes.  Sam was facing away from the group 
and Martouf looked at the group over her shoulder right after she 
mentioned Estranda's name.  He wanted to make sure that they would not 
overhear their conversation.  Assured of this, he looked back at Sam.

"What do you wish to know, Samantha?"  Martouf parried with Sam.

"Colla said you would be spending time with her.  What did she mean?" Sam 
accepted his challenge.  She could be just as direct as he could be.

"I cannot speak for Colla and what she means by her conversations."  
Martouf did not want to explain his relationship with Estranda while his 
family stood 40 feet away.

"Try," Sam clipped.

"This conversation will take much longer than anticipated, Samantha.  Let 
me bid our excuses to my family and we can continue."  Martouf walked 
over to his family.

"Please, Pragna, Colla, may we meet with you later to enjoy your company 
and hospitality?  I wish to show Samantha some of our quiet areas here in 
the valley, before we return to your home,"  Martouf asked permission of 
the Pharaoh and his queen.

"Certainly, Martouf.  Enjoy this time for yourself.  Will you be able to 
meet us for the night feast?  It is especially for your welcome," Pragna 
asked.

"We look forward to it, Pragna.  Thank you for your indulgence."  Martouf 
nodded and Pragna, smiling, continued on down the valley with his 
entourage.

Martouf returned to Samantha, who was watching the party move away.

"I have asked for time to show you around, Samantha.  We have been 
invited to a feast this evening.  I have accepted.  You are not required 
to attend if you choose not to."  Before she had a chance to respond, 
Martouf added, "Now, what do you wish to know about Estranda?"

"Who is she, for one, and why has she been waiting for you for two 
years?"  Sam tried to make the questions sound indifferent, but was not 
successful.

Martouf recognized that tone.  Jolinar had questioned him in similar 
fashion on a few occasions.  He should be annoyed that this woman felt 
she was owed an explanation of his private life, however, he was not.  
She was obviously jealous of Estranda, and she knew nothing of her.  
Jealousy meant that she might feel more for him than just friendship.  
Maybe Jack O'Neill wasn't as entrenched in her heart as he was led to 
believe.  Martouf was amused, and so, apparently, had been Pragna.

"Estranda is the beautiful woman with the cascading black hair at the 
rear of Pragna's procession.  Do you not see her from here, Samantha?"  
He didn't wait for an answer.  "She has been awaiting my return for two 
years, as have the others, because I have been on Tok'ra missions and 
have not returned to Titan in that amount of time."  Martouf rolled off 
his response as if reading facts from a well-prepared list.  He looked 
squarely at Sam with no expression at all.

Sam could feel her face begin to flush.  He had purposely answered her 
questions without giving her any information that was not apparent.  She 
knew he was handling her and she was not going to allow him to outwit 
her.  She smiled as she glanced to the group slowly disappearing down the 
mountainside.  "There are several beautiful women with black hair with 
Pragna's procession, Martouf.   What makes Estranda different from the 
others?"  

Martouf shifted on his feet.  "Estranda is the daughter of one of the 
local leaders.  She has been schooled since birth in the arts and 
sciences of our people.  She is expected to be the next great teacher of 
Pragna's realm.  She is of a quiet nature and is gentle in all she does."  
Martouf looked at Samantha to assess if that was enough information for 
her.  "And," she prodded.  He sighed slightly and continued. "When 
Lantesh and I returned two years ago to inform Titan of the death of 
Jolinar, Estranda was expected by many to become our consort.  She has 
had an infatuation for us, since she was very young.  We did not act upon 
her overtures and returned to our duties with the Tok'ra."

Sam searched his face for more and he looked away.  This was one of those 
times that Lantesh would be coaching him on his response.  No Lantesh, so 
he was on his own.  "Martouf," Sam touched his arm and he turned back to 
look at her. 

"She has expressed feelings for me and I find her... enticing," Martouf 
quietly responded, and then purposely added.  "I am in debate if I should 
respond to her attentions."  Martouf studied Sam while he waited for her 
response.  She bit her lip and said nothing. 'So, Estranda was the woman 
that her Dad had mentioned when they were in the Tok'ra tunnels,' thought 
Sam.

"We have been here but for a short time, Samantha.  Has Estranda done 
something to offend you?"  Martouf asked, even though he knew Estranda 
had not.

"No, I was... just curious," Samantha stammered.

"Are you jealous of Estranda, Samantha?"  Martouf asked Sam point blank.  
She wasn't ready for that one. Damn Martouf and his tendency to get right 
to the point.

"No, why would I be jealous of this young girl?"  Sam said too quickly.  
"I think she may be a bit young for you, don't you think?"  She raised 
her eyebrows at him.

He smiled and turned his head slightly, "She is of consensual age, 
Samantha.  If I chose one of equal age to myself, she would not be able 
to hear my praises," he laughed.  "How old of a woman would you have me 
court?"  He gave her that killer smile.

"Someone that has a little more knowledge of herself and the world around 
her.  Someone that is more experienced," Sam responded.

"One, perhaps as old and experienced as you?"  Martouf asked as he broke 
off a twig from the nearby tree.

Sam's faced blushed a bright crimson.  Martouf smiled within, knowing he 
had brought the flush to her face.   He decided to stop her suffering, it 
was unfair after all, and he had so much more experience than she 
frustrating the opposite sex.  He would parlay with Jolinar constantly, 
and she with him.  She had been a worthy opponent.

"If you wish me to, I will not encourage Estranda towards her desires."  
He took Sam's hand in his and stroked it with his fingers.  "Tell me what 
you wish me to do, Samantha."

Sam was not used to a man saying this.  Surely he was testing her to see 
if she would boss him around or not.  He would not expect her to tell him 
not to see this woman.  "It's not what I want that is important, Martouf.  
It is what makes you happy.  I would like to spend as much time with you 
as I can while we are here."  Sam put her other hand on top of his and 
looked deep into his eyes.

This was not the reaction that Martouf had hoped for from Samantha.  He 
had hoped that she would react in a jealous rage as would have Jolinar 
and tell him not to see this woman again.  If he was truly Sam's first 
choice, he expected chastisement when he professed his interest in this 
beautiful woman.  When Sam did no such thing, it hurt him deeply.  He 
looked toward the area where the procession had disappeared and without 
looking back at Sam said softly, "I will not burden you with my 
indecision, Samantha.  Estranda is mine to deal with.  We will speak of 
this no more."  He looked back at Sam, and before she could say anything, 
he squeezed her hand, and forced a smile. "Come, let me show you the 
beauties of this valley.  This was my most favorite spot as a child."

He led her through a small opening in the forest that she was sure was a 
dead end.  He was moving quickly, as if focused on other thoughts, and 
her breathing quickened just trying to keep up with him.  Suddenly, he 
stopped.  She almost ran into him.  She looked around her and all she saw 
was the deep green foliage of the forest.  It was so thick she couldn't 
see the sky.  There was a tiny thread of sunshine coming through the 
canopy, lighting up the ground below.  It was cooler there and very 
quiet.  "Look around Samantha," Martouf said with enthusiasm. "Where 
would you travel from this point?"  Sam looked at Martouf quizzically.  
She let go of his hand and walked around the small area.  She could 
barely get past him; the brush and foliage were so dense. She looked up 
to inspect the trees for access.  They were too hard to scale.   She 
looked at Martouf, who was inspecting her as if grading her on her powers 
of observation.  "I would go back the way we came and find another 
route," she said.

"Then you would never experience the wonders that I am about to show 
you."  Martouf reached down and pressed the lowest limb of the tree 
closest to Samantha.  The limb bent down two inches and a shimmering 
event horizon was produced two feet in front of them.  Sam marveled at 
the colors of the horizon.  It appeared to be filled with thousands of 
reflective lights, similar to the large waterfall they had just past.

"This is one of our trans-portals, Samantha.  They are located throughout 
our home world.  From here, you can travel to any point you wish in our 
world.  You must merely know the location to which you wish to go.  It is 
similar to the Stargate, but not nearly as powerful." Martouf beamed with 
happiness as he saw her intense curiosity.  "This is new to you, is it 
not?"

Sam nodded with her mouth half opened.

"I was hoping I could show you and teach you things that would not put 
the Tok'ra at risk.  Everything of this world is open to your intellect, 
Samantha.  I will hold nothing back," Martouf promised.  He turned to 
look at the portal.  "As a child, I moved this portal to this secret 
location.  It was not allowed, but no one knew of it, not even Lantesh at 
the time.  He latter learned after we were blended by accessing my 
memories.  The missing portal was a very big issue at the time.  Finally, 
my father decided that it had dissolved in its natural time, as they do 
when they are no longer functioning, and he asked that it be released 
from the grid."  Martouf was explaining with the exuberance of a young 
child.  "I re-energized it, and calibrated it to only accept my code, so 
I could escape to anywhere that I wanted, and no one could trace my 
location.  I was quite crafty as a young child."

'Still are,' Sam thought.

He pushed on something resembling a keypad on the side of the portal, and 
then turned to look at Samantha.  "Will you wait for me here, Samantha?  
It has been a couple of years since I went through this, and I want to 
assure its safety.  I'll go through, and then return for you."

"What if something happens to you?"  Sam was now concerned.

"Then the portal was not safe, and I had a good idea not to go together," 
he laughed out loud.  "Do not worry, Samantha.  Nothing will happen to 
me."

Before she could respond on what a stupid idea this was, he was through 
the portal.  'He'd better come back unharmed, or I'll break his neck,' 
Sam mused.

Within 45 seconds he was back.  The grin on his face was enough to make 
her laugh.  "What? What is it?" she asked.

"Come with me, Samantha.  I want to show you my favorite spot in all this 
world."  He grabbed her hand and led her through the portal.

Within a second they were in what Sam thought was some sort of cave.  She 
could hear the definite sound of rushing water.  Lights of all colors 
were dancing across the cave walls.  It was well lit, but not 
artificially.  Martouf looked at her and smiled that big smile again.  
Sam smiled within herself, thinking how he wore his heart on his sleeve 
sometimes.

"You are wondering where the light comes from, are you not, Samantha?" 
Martouf pointed with his finger to the lights drifting across the walls.

"Well, yes, I was," Sam looked at him wondering actually if he was 
reading her mind.

"It is reflected and refracted light.  It is a natural occurrence here 
under the waterfall.  The walls are a crystalline, not unlike those of 
the Tok'ra, however they are clear and reflect the light that filters 
through the falling water at the opening of the cave."  He waited for her 
to look around and verify his explanation.  "Come, I will show you the 
opening."  He almost dragged her around the corner; he was so excited.

As they rounded the corner, the sight took her breath away.  It was a 
huge cave opening that was totally masked by the rushing waterfall 
outside.  She could see no ledge leading into the cave, or out.  It 
didn't look like the water that she was used to; it all glistened with 
tiny crystal colors.  She could see the light from outside, but could not 
make out any shapes.  She was surprised that the noise was not deafening 
for the amount of water going over the falls.  She walked several steps 
towards the opening just to take it all in.  Martouf moved up besides her 
and stared at her.  The lights danced across her face, and highlighted 
her blue eyes so that she looked like she was a natural being of this 
place.  'I knew you would love this place as much as I.  I knew that the 
minute I met you.  I told Lantesh, and he said I was mistaken.  I knew he 
was wrong,' Martouf thought to himself as he examined the wonder and awe 
in Samantha's face.  "Do you like it here, Samantha?" he whispered in her 
ear.

"Oh, yes.  It's beautiful, Martouf,"  Sam gasped.

Martouf grabbed Sam around the waste and lifted her off the ground as he 
swirled them both around in a circle.  "Yes, I knew you would love this 
place," he said only inches away from her face.  Her feet were off the 
ground, and she could feel his strong arms holding her as if holding a 
feather.  "We have so much in common, Samantha, and it has nothing to do 
with Jolinar."  He stopped and looked at her and was about to kiss her, 
as she closed her eyes, he let her body slide down his and her feet 
gently touched the ground.  As she did, she could definitely feel that he 
was excited to be with her.  She opened her eyes, and looked into his.  
His hands were still around her waste and he was only inches from her 
mouth.  "Only six beings knew of this place, Samantha.  Now there are 
only three.  You, Lantesh, and I.  There are so many things that I want 
to tell you and show you.  Six months does not seem long enough.  Lantesh 
would say that I am impulsive, and I feel at this moment, I am.  Would it 
bother you greatly if I gave you a kiss, Samantha?"

'Why does he have to ask?  Can't he tell by my body's reaction that I 
want him too?' "I can't think of a better place to get a kiss from you," 
Sam reached out and wrapped her hands around his neck as he leaned down 
and pulled her body into his as his lips all but swallowed hers in the 
greatest kiss that she had experienced in her life.  Her knees went limp 
but it didn't matter, he held her firmly as he tenderly sucked at her 
lower, then upper lip.  Time seemed to stop.  All she could sense was 
Martouf.  She had never felt this, not even with the many memories from 
Jolinar.  This kiss was for Samantha, only.

He slowly released his hold on her, so she could steady herself on her 
feet.  Then he backed his lips away from hers and she could see his eyes 
twinkle.  "Thank you, Samantha.  I had longed to kiss you for quite some 
time, but never really had the opportunity, or the total privacy that I 
have at this time. Remember that kiss forever, for that kiss was between 
Martouf and Samantha.”

"Hopefully, it won't be the last," Samantha purred, as she stretched up 
to meet his lips again.  Martouf quickly, but gently placed two fingers 
between her lips and his, blocking her kiss.  "If we allow this, 
Samantha, I will not be able to restrain myself.  Adelphis are very 
passionate.  Lantesh is not here to regulate me, and I feel my passion 
for you will be overwhelming.  We both deserve to learn of each other 
before we share each other's bodies.  Please have patience with me."

Sam could only focus on the 'Adelphis are very passionate' part.   Oh, if 
she could only jump in that cold waterfall right now.  She took a deep 
breath, nodded yes, and stepped back out of his embrace.  They still 
stared into each other’s eyes.  He was so captivating.  He broke the 
silence by asking, "What do you wish to know about my secret place?"

"How did you know this was here?" she asked.

"Come, sit here," he pointed to several cushions and furs snuggled 
against the wall.  "I will tell you about my childhood."  

                         *******************

Part 14

Sam sat against the cool walls of the cave, Martouf knelt down beside her 
and wrapped a warm blanket around her legs and tucked it up against her 
body.  His eyes twinkled at her as he moved some pillows to behind her 
back.  "This will keep you warm," he assured her.  She looked down at the 
colorful blanket that was light, but quite warm.  Martouf stood up and 
walked quickly across the cavern to another pile of pillows.  She 
outstretched her arms to see the multicolored lights dance across her 
hands again.  It made her laugh out loud. 

Martouf looked up from gathering more pillows and another blanket to see 
what had stimulated her so.  He smiled when he saw her so happy, glad 
that he had asked her to come.  It had been quite some time since he'd 
felt this relaxed, and he wished they could stay here forever.  Actually, 
he had spent several days here as a child, when he had become upset with 
his father.  Lantesh had looked for him for days, but never did find him 
until he left and was discovered in the valley.  He was quite proud of 
himself, until he was returned home for his punishment.

He gathered an armful of pillows and more blankets and dropped them next 
to Samantha, who was smiling as she watched the lights dance across 
Martouf.  Sam was thinking how fun it would be to touch every single 
light on his body.  Martouf bunched the pillows together between and 
around Sam and himself and pulled the blanket snug to his body.

"Are you comfortable, Samantha?" Martouf asked, grasping her hand to see 
if she was chilled.

"I'm fine, quite cozy," as she wiggled into the pillows and snuggled 
closer to Martouf.  She could feel his body heat close to her and as she 
moved closer, he could feel his body heat rise.  "Sort of her own little 
reactor," she laughed to herself.  Martouf tried to focus on talking 
about his childhood.  He could not allow himself to lose control.

"How did I know this cave was here, behind the waterfall?" he repeated 
her question.

"Yes, I didn't see any path or ledge leading in here from the waterfall.  
How did you get in here?"  Sam was intrigued.

Martouf smiled at Sam, remembering how he came about the cave.  "I was 11 
years old, and quite sure of myself because I had just finished the 
secondary training of the Adelphi that Lantesh administered.  This 
training was a form of survival training, where I would hide and be 
tracked and then I would track and find, and live off what I found.  This 
secondary training went on for three years, and upon completion, I was 
given two days to ...."

"Play?" Sam added.

"Yes, two days to play," agreed Martouf.  "I came up to this valley, 
because I thought it was beautiful.  Plus, there was a young girl here I 
had seen who was my age.  She had given me her kerchief, when I needed to 
wrap a cut on my hand several weeks before.  I was very determined to 
return this to her."

"You were how old?"  Sam laughed.

"I was 11 years, Samantha, and quite excitable."  Martouf grinned.  
"Something that comes with being an Adelphi."

"Go on," Sam encouraged.

"I met up with the young girl, Miranda, and we went on what your father 
calls a picnic.  She was very captivating and she had a wonderful sense 
of adventure.  She led me up to the river, right above the point where 
the water drops over the gorge.  We would take turns besting each other 
on adventures.  We would mainly climb trees and see who could climb the 
highest, and who could climb the fastest.  Then we played by letting her 
kerchief drift from my tree to hers.  We would let the wind carry it and 
move to catch it.  We were getting quite good at it, until the wind 
shifted suddenly and the kerchief drifted across to the other side of the 
river and caught itself on a tree limb."  He looked at Samantha with the 
utmost concern. "This was quite a troubling event, Samantha.  I had had 
possession of this kerchief for weeks and now, that I had returned it to 
Miranda, it was out of both of our reaches.  It was a sign that we could 
not accept."

"Having just completed my training, I set out to prove my abilities to my 
young interest."  He squeezed Sam's hand.  "I shot a span of rope to the 
other side, and tied the other end to my body.  I had planned on simply 
pulling myself to the other side, as Lantesh had taught me on some other 
rivers.  When I jumped into the water, the force of the current was far 
beyond any that I had experienced.  It immediately swept me to the edge 
and over the falls.  If I had not secured the knot as tightly as I had, I 
would have surely been killed.  The rope allowed me to drop quite a ways, 
and the water swept me under and through the falls.  I landed, quite 
stiffly, here inside this cave.  The force of the water on the excess 
rope was drawing me back to the edge.  I quickly cut the rope and watched 
the rope immediately disappear back into the falls."  He pointed to the 
place where he had entered via the rope.

Sam looked at him incredulously.  "What did you do?"

"Well, I was quite embarrassed.  I had just made myself look like an 
idiot in front of my fair Miranda.  I was wet and now that I was dumped 
in the dust of the cave, I was covered with a light mud from head to toe.  
I turned to exit where I came in, but realized that there was a problem 
with that.  I decided to search the cave for another exit.  While doing 
so, I found numerous things that caught my inquiry.  The first was the 
lights.  They still fascinate me."  He looked up and watched the lights 
dance across the cave walls.

"I looked around for several hours.  I knew that by now, Miranda was on 
her way down the valley to report my mishap to my father and worse, to 
Lantesh.  I was running out of time.  I did not want to be rescued by 
Lantesh. I could not stand the disappointment that he would show in my 
behavior.  I decided to jump."

"Jump? The water would crush you," Sam said, as if scolding a wayward 
child.

"Yes, I believed it might.  But before I did, I took a spatial reading of 
the exact center of the cave, just in case I made it out.  That way, I 
would have the dimensional coordinates to come back here any time I 
chose, and taking readings in the center of the cave allowed for 
variances in any miscalculation.  A miscalculation without any... 'fudge-
factor' is what Jacob calls it, would put me in the middle of the cave 
wall.  That would not be good."  He looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows 
for emphasis.

Sam laughed and agreed, "No, that would not be good.  So, what did you 
do?" she prodded.

"I took my pants off," he smiled at her, "and tied both of my pants legs 
off in knots.  When air gets trapped in the pants legs, by turning them 
upside down when you enter the water, it acts as a buoyancy compensator.  
You must hold the open end down quickly and hold it together tightly, so 
the air does not escape.  I threaded my belt through the loops and tied 
it to my waist.  Seconds before I jumped into the water steam, I swooped 
the open pants tops through the air and shut it right before I hit the 
water.  The water was very strong, but I jumped off to the side and it 
was not as strong as if I would jump in the center.  I was kept under 
water by the force of the falls, but I could feel the current and the 
buoyancy carrying me downstream and less and less force was on my body.    
I ended up surfacing and drifted on my pants down the river from the 
falls.  Some men found me, and brought me back to my father's home.  I 
had some broken bones, which Lantesh insisted they heal on their own, 
rather than using the healing device as suggested by my father.  Lantesh 
said it would teach me of the consequences of my actions. He was right."

"You were a very lucky little boy," Sam added.  "Why did your father 
follow Lantesh's advice?"

"Lantesh was given permission to begin my Adelphi training when I was 4 
years old.  He was given complete authority on my training and 
development.  My father was his host, before my father returned to Titan 
to begin his family.  He trusted Lantesh implicitly, knowing Lantesh 
would do nothing to harm me," Martouf explained.

"When I recovered, and managed to steal the tele-portal, I input the 
coordinates of the cave into the system.  It has been my private place 
since."  Martouf opened up his hands as if to offer his secret place to 
Samantha.

"And what happened to Miranda?" Sam asked.

"Ah, Miranda," Martouf smiled.  "She showed up at my father's home three 
days later, with her kerchief.  I wore it around my arm until I recovered 
completely.  It was a rebellion against Lantesh, he knew it and is not 
happy about it to this day.  It made me happy to touch the kerchief and 
think of her."

"What happened to her?"  Sam inquired.

"She married a very nice man, a friend of mine named Tor-oak, and they 
had many, many children," he laughed.  "I gave her the kerchief back at 
their wedding.  By then, I was blended with Lantesh.  They both lived 
wonderful long lives together.  They were my best friends during that 
time."

Sam looked at Martouf and couldn't help but wonder about his life and his 
experiences.  She was fascinated with the relationship with Lantesh and 
wanted to know more.  "Tell me about you and Lantesh.  Why did your 
father let him dominate his son?"  Sam probed.

Martouf frowned and turned to look at the cascading waterfall.  If he 
told her the story, she might not approve of the ways of the Adelphi and 
Titan.  She may not fully understand and distance herself from any 
relationship with him.  He could not, no matter how hard he tried, change 
who he was.  He knew that he could not keep it from her forever, not if 
he planned to be with her forever.  Best he tell her now, then waste time 
worrying about her ultimate reaction.  He turned back to face her.

Sam had a concerned look on her face.  "Did I say something to offend 
you, Martouf?"

"No, Samantha.  I was in doubt whether I should explain the relationship 
with Lantesh and the Titan Adelphi."  He looked down at her hands, folded 
in her lap, and he placed his right hand over them.  "I do not want to 
lose your friendship by explaining this."

This put Sam on alert, but she didn't show it.  She just looked at his 
hand and back at his concerned face.  "Nothing could make me walk away 
from our friendship, Martouf.  You have saved my life and my father's.  
We are bonded through Jolinar for the remainder of our lives," Sam said 
trying to reassure Martouf.

"Lantesh will react severely, when he learns I have explained this to 
you," he bit his lip in thought, "but I do not care for his thoughts 
now." Martouf announced, as if goading Lantesh to surface.

"Since the beginning of the writings, Lantesh has belonged to this world.  
He has always taken an Adelphi as a host. The Adelphi trait is passed 
down from father to son, yet only to the first born son.  Those that have 
the trait have increased reflexes and senses, and are highly passionate.  
They have a natural way that brings great pleasure and can experience 
eroticism in an instant.  Lantesh prefers these bodies as hosts.  They 
increase his reactions and his pleasures.  In return, he gives the 
Adelphi long life and protects Titan from aggressors."  He stopped 
because he could see Samantha waiting to ask her question.

"How does he perpetuate the Adelphi, if a Tok'ra cannot have children?" 
Sam asked.

"Two Tok'ra cannot have children, because of the knowledge of the child, 
as Daniel has found out."  Martouf clarified.  "When the host has felt he 
has served long enough, Lantesh returns to Titan and the host and Lantesh 
remain blended until the current Pharaoh passes away from natural causes.  
At the time of the Pharaoh's death, the Adelphi is made Pharaoh and is 
released from the blending to Lantesh.  Lantesh chooses a non-Adelphi 
host who is suitable as a guardian.  The host takes a wife, and they live 
together for the rest of their lives in happiness.  Their first son is 
always born with the Adelphi trait and the birth is celebrated around the 
world by the Titan people.  Other children follow, but they do not 
possess this trait.  I had seven brothers and sisters."  He noted Sam's 
surprise and he held up seven fingers and laughed. 

The parents lavish great attention on the child, as all parents do, and 
the child develops with their love.  All this occurs under the watchful 
eye of Lantesh.  At the age of four years, the Adelphi becomes excitable 
and at times uncontrollable.  He cannot control his own emotions or his 
senses, as they develop stronger each year.  At this point, Lantesh is 
given permission to begin the training that focuses the child and diverts 
the extra energy to other efforts.  Lantesh teaches all things to the 
child as he grows into a young man: language, science, customs, tactics, 
and romance.  The mother and father are still very close to the child and 
interact with him daily.  I had a very loving relationship with my 
parents."

"My father, of course, had undergone the same training and served as host 
to Lantesh for hundreds of years, so he was very aware of what my daily 
tasks would do for me, and where the training would take me.  The 
training is meant to prepare the Adelphi to lead the world in troubled 
times.  He is responsible for the protection of Titan.  While he serves 
as host to Lantesh, his brother, or sister will reign in his absence, and 
their children will follow to inherit the position until the Adelphi 
returns to start the cycle once more.  My brother, Lo-chek, became 
Pharaoh upon my father's death.  Pragna is his descendant."  Martouf 
stopped his explanation to examine Sam's reaction.  She showed no sign of 
being upset.  She actually seemed interested.

"Upon the hour of reaching the age of eighteen years, the Adelphi is 
blended to Lantesh in the Taking Ceremony.  This ceremony is performed 
near the sea in the ceremonial grounds.  I will take you there if you 
wish. There is really nothing there to see, other than the obelisk where 
the Adelphi is offered," he said matter of factly.

"Offered?"  Sam said with a frown.

"Yes, it is a formal ritual.  If the Adelphi is not taken at the hour of 
his eighteenth birthday, he will slowly lose his enhanced abilities.  It 
is degenerative, Samantha.  If he is not taken, he will die within ten 
years of his 18th birthday.  If he is taken at that hour, in the way of 
the ritual, he maintains his abilities for the remainder of his life."  
He stared at the lights against the wall, but did not smile.  "Samantha, 
the ritual explained to an outsider, seems violent, but this is not the 
case.  The parents bid their farewells to their son before he leaves to 
the ceremonial grounds with Lantesh.  At the ceremonial site, he is 
unclothed and bathed by three beautiful maidens, which is quite 
enjoyable."  Martouf smiled and there was a twinkle in his eyes.  He 
looked at Sam and blushed a deep crimson.  Sam gave him a naughty 
sideways glance.

"The Adelphi then climbs up on the obelisk and lies down and counts the 
stars up in the sky, while listening to the words of the high priest who 
talks in the old dialect and recites the promises of all the Adelphi that 
came before him."  Martouf rolled his eyes and added, "It is quite long, 
and the high priest's voice is very monotone.  I almost fell asleep."  
Sam poked him in the side, and Martouf feigned pain. 

"Oh, that didn't hurt you," Sam said jokingly.  "Now, go on."

Martouf sighed, "The Adelphi is asked if he accepts the oath of the 
Adelphi and if he is willingly to serve as host to Lantesh.  He then 
swears acceptance by reciting the ancient words that he has been taught 
throughout childhood.  He concentrates on this oath, while the maidens 
entice him with their hands and lips.  The ecstasy is unbearable, 
Samantha."   Martouf stopped talking and was heavy in thought.  He 
shifted his pillows a bit and moved closer to the wall.

"Don't stop, tell me more," Sam coaxed.

He picked up a pillow and started turning it around in his hands as he 
talked.  "At the moment when rational thought is no longer possible, 
Lantesh's host chants the acceptance of the contract and inserts the obar 
through the Adelphi's breast, close to the heart.  This is a very precise 
move that can only be done by Lantesh."  Martouf saw the shock on Sam's 
face.  He dropped the pillow and gently touched her shoulders.  He 
searched her face until she stared back into his eyes.

"Samantha, there is no pain.  The obar is quick and painless.  It is 
similar to your medical operations.  The Adelphi is shocked for a second 
and then succumbs, and the obar is extracted and Lantesh exits his host 
and enters the Adelphi's body through the wound.  The essence of Lantesh 
entering at the incision seems to seal the abilities of the Adelphi at 
the height of his senses.  Lantesh instantly closes the wound and begins 
to regenerate the Adelphi, who begins breathing within a minute of the 
taking.  The maidens remain to care for the host while he is unconscious 
for a period of two days, while Lantesh focuses on fully healing the 
Adelphi and introduces him to the duality of his system." 

Martouf touched Sam's face and brushed the hair from her eyes. "It is two 
days of intense experiences, Samantha.  Lantesh releases all of his 
knowledge and experience to the host, while the host recovers from the 
effects of the obar.  At the end of two days, the blended host returns to 
his parents and is then introduced to the people as Adelphi of Titan.  It 
is the beginning of an extraordinary relationship."

Sam looked in Martouf’s eyes and placed her hand over his heart.  There 
were tears welling up in her eyes.  "How could he hurt you like that?  A 
boy that he has raised from a baby?"  She questioned.  

"He did not harm me Samantha.  I was not a boy, I was eighteen, and I 
knew from the time that I was a child what would take place at the 
ceremony.  There were no surprises."  He stared in her eyes to 
reemphasize his point.  "Remember, I would also be dead now, if he had 
not taken me."  

Sam looked down at her hand on his uniform.  He put his hand over hers.  
"Do you wish to see, Samantha?"

Sam nodded her acceptance.

Martouf nodded his understanding and unlatched his tunic top to expose 
his bare chest.  He pulled it open and placed her hand over his heart, 
his skin very warm to her touch.  She could feel his heart pulse through 
her fingers.  There was a small scar of the incision and her fingers 
traced it gently, as his nipple rose to her attentions.  Martouf shut his 
eyes, trying to control his emotions.

"Why is there still a scar?  You said Lantesh healed it.  Besides, it 
would have disappeared when you were regenerated by the sarcophagus," Sam 
asked quietly, in confusion.

"It is part of me.  No matter what happens, this mark will always remain.  
It is the mark of the Adelphi,"  Martouf explained. 

Sam leaned over and softly kissed the scar.  Martouf took a deep breath 
as he felt her lips against his skin, knowing he could not stand much 
more of this.  Sam's cheek brushed against his nipple, which was now 
fully erect.  She could not ignore it, feeling a need to be close to him, 
wanting to give him the pleasure that he had been without for so long.  
Her mouth moved from the scar to  his breast and her tongue flicked his 
nipple until she felt Martouf squirm under her mouth.  

"Samantha, this is very dangerous," Martouf struggled for the words as 
she leaned against him and gently pushed him from the seated position to 
lying back on the pillows.  Her lips enveloped his nipple as she lay 
across him and pulled his tunic to expose his chest and stomach.  Martouf 
closed his eyes and could feel the passion rise within him.  Samantha 
moved to the other side of his chest and began passionately suckling at 
his other nipple, while simultaneously sliding her hand under his pants 
past his navel.  His body arched when her hand found his erection. She 
smiled against his skin, pleased with his response.

Martouf gripped the pillows on either side of his body.  He was slightly 
pinned by Sam's weight across him, but really didn't think he could move 
anyway.  He could feel his pants tighten around him, and he had a need to 
release the pants before he suffered harm.  Before he could reach down, 
Sam's other hand undid his pants, while she continued with her 
administrations.  Upon the release of the garment, he moaned softly.  Sam 
glanced down to examine her new find, and was pleased how he responded to 
her touch.

She teased him, by slowly drawing her hand up and through the soft blond 
hairs that surrounded the center of her attention.  She looked back at 
Martouf's face to verify his emotions.  His eyes were shut in ecstasy and 
he was gripping the pillows so tightly, his hands were going white.   His 
chest was heaving in deep breaths, and with every touch of her hand to 
the lower part of his shaft, his back would arch and she would tug on his 
nipple with her pursed lips.  She began a regular stroking and moved her 
mouth to the scar and kissed the area all around it.  She then shifted 
her weight and moved slowly down his chest to his stomach.  She trailed 
passed his navel and she began to nuzzle in his blond hair, when he 
suddenly released his grip on the pillows and grabbed her shoulders and 
dragged her up to him.  She lay across his chest, her face not two inches 
away from his.  

"Samantha," he said between deep breaths, "we must not do this now.  This 
would be unfair to both of us."   He could feel her hot breath next to 
his neck, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her.  Sam 
leaned in, and her lips found his, as her hand ran down his chest once 
again.  He pulled his lips away and all he could say in his passion was, 
"Please, Samantha, I need your help."

She looked into his eyes, as she had when he had requested her assistance 
before...when she had fired the zat gun that took his life.  He was 
totally dependent on her next move.  She moved her hand to his forehead 
and smoothed his hair, and then she smiled gently and rolled off his body 
to curl up by his side.  She let out a long breath as she stared at the 
ceiling of the cave, and watched the lights dance across the top.

Martouf shut his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regulate his 
breathing once again.  It would be a while before he felt in control of 
himself once more.  "Thank you, Samantha," he whispered, as he found her 
hand next to his and squeezed it tightly, while they lay next to each 
other watching the lights dance across the cave.

                         *******************

Part 15

In the dull light of the Tok'ra caves, Jack leaned back against the 
crystalline walls and glared at Jacob Carter.

"What do you mean you won't tell me where they are?" Jack hissed, "I'm 
her commanding officer, and I have a right to know."

"I said no, Jack, and that's it," replied Jacob, as he fiddled with some 
sort of Tok'ra flashlight.  "George knew that we wouldn't be in contact 
with them for at least 6 months, and if Sammy wanted to come home, 
Martouf would arrange it."

"That was before we knew the possible danger that she would be in by just 
being with Martouf," refreshed O'Neill.  "You conveniently forgot to tell 
us about that."

"If she's with Martouf, she's in no danger.  He won't let anything happen 
to her.  At the first sign of trouble, he would send her home or send her 
to a protected location.  He's not stupid, Jack," Jacob added with a sly 
look to O'Neill.

"Perhaps he could be overtaken and not have the ability to warn Major 
Carter," added Teal'c.

"Not likely, Lantesh is still with him and monitors the situation 
constantly," Jacob responded to Teal'c as he moved across the room to 
test the device.

Jack watched Jacob's mannerisms and surmised that he would be getting 
nowhere with Jacob Carter.  "All I want to do is talk to her, see if 
she's ok, and know she understands the situation that she's in," he said 
trying to convince Jacob to give up her whereabouts.

"Jack, even if I told you where they were, you wouldn't be able to get 
there.  The Titans take down the gate between uses.  I can communicate 
with them through relay, but that's about it."

"We can relay a request that they put up the gate and then SG1 can gate 
in.  How about that?" pressed O'Neill.

Jacob turned quickly and glared at O'Neill.  "What makes you feel that 
you can do so much more than the entire peoples of Titan?  Martouf has 
over 100 years of training and experience in battle with the Goa'uld, and 
still you think your 3 years are much more than anyone else.  You are 
bordering on the definition of arrogant, Colonel."

Jack was shocked into silence by this outburst from Jacob.  He had never 
seen him like this.  Maybe it was because of Selmak, the snake in his 
head.

"Uh...Sir," Daniel began, "we didn't mean to insinuate that the Titan's 
weren't capable of protecting Sam, and we have great trust in Martouf's 
abilities, but we aren't sure that Sam understands the possible dangers 
that are involved."

"Daniel," Jacob sighed, "Sam is a trained Air Force Officer and she is in 
no more danger now than whenever she goes on a mission with SG1."  He 
walked past Jack and Daniel.  "I appreciate all of your concerns for her 
well-being, but believe me, as her father, and Martouf's senior officer, 
I would not allow them to enter into an area that would place them in 
danger."

Jack's eyes narrowed as he watched Jacob walk past.  "So that's it?" Jack 
snarled, "You're not going to help us contact her at all?"

Jacob turned back to face Jack and the others, "I'll send word that you 
are concerned, as much as I can and not tip off anyone that is monitoring 
the communications with the planet."  Jacob focused on O'Neill, "That is 
as much as you're going to get right now, Jack."

Jack glared at Jacob, thinking that Jacob was going out of his way to 
keep SG1 from going to that planet.  It would have to do for now, seeing 
Jack had no other way to communicate with Carter.  She would get the 
message and read between the lines.   He was sure of it.

"I guess that will have to be enough," Jack responded.

Jacob nodded a confirmation and exited the room.  

                         *******************

Part 16

Lantesh could do little more than monitor Martouf's heartbeat and 
breathing.  They were returning to normal, and he was pleased that 
Martouf was controlling his emotions on his own.  Although Lantesh was 
forbidden to interact with Martouf and not monitor his thoughts, he was 
permitted to monitor his surroundings.  He was not surprised that Martouf 
had brought Samantha to his cave.  Martouf had often fanaticized about 
bringing Sam there, but Lantesh always countered with doubts that she 
would not find it interesting.  Lantesh did this not to depress Martouf, 
but to sway him from thoughts of returning to the home world with 
Samantha Carter.

Lantesh thought great things of Samantha, and was quite fond of her, but 
she was a distraction to Martouf.  If she were willing to take a 
symbiote, Lantesh would be more open to their relationship, but it was 
quite clear that Samantha was not willing to blend.  Martouf had thoughts 
of taking her as his mate, but this would only lead to heartbreak for 
him.  Martouf was still young in age and Lantesh anticipated at least 
another 300 years with Martouf before he would return to Titan to marry 
and have children.  Rosha, on the other hand, had accepted his beloved 
Jolinar and had agreed to wait for children until it was right to return 
to Titan.

It would be better for all that this relationship not blossom.   Even if 
Lantesh allowed the early separation, he doubted seriously that Samantha 
would allow a child of hers to undergo the Taking Ceremony.  That would 
seriously jeopardize the future of the Titan Adelphi.

Unfortunately, Martouf had brought Samantha to Titan and they were 
getting along quite well, and Lantesh was forbidden to do anything more 
than monitor the situation.   It angered Lantesh that Martouf explained 
the Taking Ceremony to Samantha in such detail that would only be 
explained to a mate.  Martouf knew better and had done this not only to 
show his deep feelings for her, but also to rebel against Lantesh.  
Martouf always had a rebellious side to him, more so than any of his 
forefathers.

Lantesh calmed himself by promising to assert his displeasure to his host 
when they could once again communicate.  He only hoped that he could do 
this before Martouf took Samantha to his bed.  Although Martouf 
restrained himself this time, Samantha was a great enticement and he knew 
Martouf all too well.  He would not forgo her affections for long.    

                         *******************

Part 17

After passing back through Martouf's secret teleportal, Sam and Martouf 
made their way down the mountain valley.  Martouf pointed out special 
flowers and trees that he was sure that Sam had not seen before.  Sam was 
fascinated with each thing that he showed her.  

"Martouf, I know this is your home world, but all this is so new to the 
Tau'ri, may I take samples to include in my report?" Sam asked 
hesitantly, as she examined a strange leaf from a tree.

"Oh course, Samantha.  This world holds no secrets from others," Martouf 
answered with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Feel free to partake in all that 
meets your fancy.  You have access to the entire kingdom by way of being 
my guest and I will show you it all if you wish."

Sam slowed her pace and then stopped.  She hesitated to say what she was 
thinking.  "Martouf, what if I want to see some things on my own?" 

Martouf turned to her and smiled.  "You do not need me to gain access, 
Samantha.  I have given you access by introducing you at the gate.  I 
only ask that you carry a communication devise with you on your travels.  
Although this world is safe, there is always the possibility of you 
twisting an ankle or running into a Goa'uld."

"And would this communication devise also have a tracking sensor on it?" 
Sam asked suspiciously.

Martouf's smile left his face and he stared back into Sam's eyes.  "No, 
there is no tracking sensor in the communication devise, Samantha.  There 
would be no reason to track your whereabouts. You are not a prisoner 
here, Samantha, you are my friend and my guest.  You may leave at your 
request and anyone here can return you to the coordinates from which we 
came.  If you prefer, you do not need to tell me of your departure."  He 
handed her the leaf that she had been interested in.  "I thought that I 
had explained this to you, Samantha."

He didn't wait for her to reply, but turned and continued walking down 
the mountainside in silence.

Sam watched him go and didn't immediately follow him.  'Smooth move, 
Carter,' she thought to herself.  'What were you thinking?'

Before she could call to him, two men carrying nets stopped Martouf.  
They were jovial and shaking Martouf's hand.  Sam took this opportunity 
to quickly move up to them.

"It is wonderful that you could return to us so soon, Martouf," gushed 
the first man.

"Thank you, Ol'an, I am only too pleased to return," responded Martouf, 
as he caught a glimpse of Sam moving up besides him.

He turned to Samantha with all his diplomatic charm and introduced her to 
the men.  "Samantha Carter, may I present Ol'an Belogi and Samwell Dawn, 
they are good friends of mine who are providing the fish for their 
group's festivities this evening.  They are the best fishermen in these 
parts."  He smiled at them and Samantha.  "Samantha is my friend from the 
world Tau'ri.  She is here to enjoy our planet," he explained to the 
others.

"Yes, we were at the gate when you arrived, Martouf," confirmed Samwell.  
"It is an honor to meet you Samantha Carter.  May the skies smile upon 
you."

"Thank you," Sam returned with a warm smile.  "It's very special to be 
here and see your world."  She grabbed Martouf's hand and added, 
"especially with Martouf."

The two men blushed.  "We must be on our way, Martouf.  Please come to 
see us later, there is much to talk about," Ol'an suggested as he glanced 
towards Sam.

"I look forward to it, Ol"an," Martouf grinned, and the two men continued 
on their way.

Martouf turned to Sam and his grin quickly turned to a frown.  "Before 
you say anything," Sam jumped in, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry 
that I said that thing about the tracking devise.  That wasn't nice and I 
do trust you, Martouf."

Martouf took a deep breath and exhaled.  "Samantha, it is hard for me to 
follow your reasoning at times."  His smile began to creep back. "Many 
years ago before I was blended, there were tracking devices, but I 
disabled them by creating false coordinates.  I didn't want Lantesh to 
find me at times.  I did such a good job, no one now trusts the accuracy 
of tracking devices.  They were all disposed of."  He laughed out loud.  
"So you see, Samantha, I could not insert a device even if I wanted to.  
His laughter was infectious and Sam was quickly laughing with him.

"We must hurry, or we will not have time to rest before the celebration."  
As he placed his hand against her back, directing her towards a winding 
gravel path, he moved closer to whisper into her ear.  "While on the way, 
you can help me think of how to explain our relationship to Ol'an and 
Samwell."

They walked for another twenty minutes in relative silence.  Sam tried to 
hold Martouf's hand on several occasions, but each time he would point to 
some different item on the landscape, and then not return to her grasp.  
She finally gave up and settled for the quiet walk alongside each other.

He slowed and turned to a large cypress tree along a lake.  "We are here, 
Samantha. This is Pragna's home."  Sam looked around for a dwelling, and 
seeing none, stared at Martouf as if he had lost his senses.  

Martouf recognized her look and laughed again.  "We have technology that 
the Tau'ri has yet to understand.  See those stones in the ground?"  He 
pointed to a grouping of small, fist-sized stones half buried in the 
grass and dirt. "Step on three in any order and you will be granted entry 
into Pragna's home."  He looked at her doubting face and nodded.  "Here, 
take my hand and I will show you."

He gently took her hand in his and stepped on a stone and indicated for 
her to do likewise, then another, and then a third.  On her third step 
they were no longer in the valley by the lake, but inside a marbled floor 
atrium, surrounded by large glass latticed windows through which she 
could view the same lake and cypress tree.  There was a small fountain 
centered in the atrium and soft music playing in the background.

"This is how we live in harmony with nature," Martouf explained.  Like 
the Tau'ri, we would build great cities and use up the natural resources, 
until we discovered a way to phase mediums upon each other.  This home 
and the lake are taking up the same space, but do so harmoniously," 
Martouf explained.

"How did you do this?  What technology is this?" Sam couldn't ask the 
questions fast enough.

"Unfortunately, Samantha, it would take several hundreds, if not 
thousands of years to explain this technology to you.  Not that you are 
not intelligent, but even the basic elements of the concept are far 
beyond the Tau'ri technology."  Martouf smiled and squeezed her hand 
before he let it go.  "Now, let us announce our presence to Pragna, so we 
will not seem like ungrateful guests."  He led Sam down a sunlit hallway 
that led into a ballroom like area, adorned with large tapestries across 
the walls.

Pragna was talking to some of the same people who had met them at the 
gate.  He glanced up to see Martouf and Sam and quickly moved to meet 
them. 

"Ah, you have arrived," he greeted them by clasping both of Sam's hands 
between his own.  "Have you enjoyed your walk?" he grinned at Sam and 
Martouf.

"Yes, it was wonderful, thank you," replied Sam.  "You have a beautiful 
home, Pragna."

"Yes, it has been adorned by Lantesh throughout the years," Pragna 
bragged, as he moved to grasp Martouf by the shoulders.  "His many 
travels have brought ideas and technologies to our people, and with this 
knowledge we have increased the beauty of our world."  He smiled at 
Martouf, "May I greet you to your true home, Lantesh?"

Martouf fidgeted slightly, and Pragna could tell he was ill at ease.  
"Pragna, Samantha and I have tired from our journey.  Would it be an 
imposition to retire for a short time, prior to the celebration?" Martouf 
quickly changed the subject.

Pragna gently released Martouf and searched his face for a moment. "Oh 
course, Martouf, how thoughtless of me.  Please, feel free to retire to 
your quarters.  We have prepared the adjoining room for Samantha, should 
she care to slumber there.  I will send someone to wake you for the 
celebration."

"Thank you Pragna.  Martouf nodded with a slight frown and turned to 
escort Sam to her new quarters.  "Martouf," Pragna called, as they took a 
few steps from him.  Martouf turned to look at Pragna.  "Are you not 
feeling well, Martouf?" Pragna asked with deep concern.

"I am fine, Pragna.  I am only tired from the journey," Martouf replied 
cautiously.

"And Lantesh, is he well?" inquired Pragna.

Martouf hesitated a second to think of his answer.  "Lantesh is well, 
Pragna.  He has agreed to remain concealed during this visit."

"Concealed?", Pragna was concerned, "there is no purpose for concealment, 
Martouf.  This is his home."

Martouf moved closer to Pragna and could not meet his eyes for a second.  
"I know this is uncomfortable for you, Pharaoh, but this is something 
that Lantesh and I must reconcile.  Please bear with me," he whispered.

Pragna reached out to touch Martouf on the arm.  "Whatever it is Martouf, 
you are the Adelphi and he is Lantesh of Titan.  You are one and we trust 
in your bond together.  If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call 
upon us."   He turned from Martouf and slowly walked to the others.  This 
was highly unusual behavior from Martouf and Lantesh.  He was unnerved by 
this, but would not let his feelings be known to the others.  Martouf 
would explain in his own time.

Martouf watched him go, knowing that the others would sense something was 
not right.  He didn't know when or how he would tell Pragna and the rest 
of his home world that he had requested an unblending.  He hesitated to 
do so because he knew how they would react.  No, it would not be now.  He 
had just arrived, and he planned on enjoying his time here until he could 
feel comfortable in explaining the future to his people.  He returned to 
Sam and escorted her to their quarters.

                         *******************

Part 18

The hallway led to an open-air courtyard, laced with gardens and 
fountains and trees with wonderful yellow flowers that filled the air 
with a subtle sweet scent.  While Martouf led the way, not really paying 
attention to the area, Sam slowed her pace as she took in the various 
displays of beauty.  She stopped to touch a mantle of a heron-like bird 
and when she looked up, Martouf had disappeared through one of the 
hallways that entered into the courtyard.  

Sam half laughed to herself, wondering how long it would take Martouf to 
notice that she wasn't with him.  Instead of running off to one of the 
hallways, she shrugged her shoulders and move closer to one of the trees 
to smell the flowers. 

"It is beautiful, is it not?" The voice startled Sam, as she looked 
around for its owner.  Within a few seconds, he peered around the trunk 
of the tree where he was sitting and smiled at her.  He had the same 
smile as Martouf, however, he looked to be about 5 years younger, about 
the same height, with jet black hair, and plenty of muscles.  'Are all 
the guy's here so handsome,' thought Sam.

"The blossom is called "cal eh ya" and the tree is "cal eh," explained 
the young man.  "It blooms three times a season, each time in a different 
color and fragrance."  He moved from his spot by the tree and quickly 
moved close to her.  "I am Kyel," he said with a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Samantha Carter," Sam stumbled as she held her hand out to shake 
his.  He took her hand in his and pressed it gently.  

"Yes, I know.  I saw you arrive at the gate this morning."  His eyes 
fixed on hers.  "You are more beautiful up close."

Sam blinked twice.  "Uh, well, thank you, Kyel." 

"You are from the world Tau'ri?" prodded Kyel, still holding her hand.

"Yes, I am," Sam searched for her composure.  Kyel had a spell about him, 
and she was locked in his eyes.

"I would love to hear of your home world, Samantha," Kyel's voice was 
like silk.

"Samantha has had a long day, Kyel," Martouf's voice came from behind 
them. 

Sam jumped slightly, not really sure why she should be embarrassed to be 
talking to Kyel.

"Martouf, it is good to see you.  I look forward to hearing of your 
adventures with the Tok'ra," greeted Kyel.  Still not letting go of Sam's 
hand.

Martouf glanced at Kyel and then at Sam, "It is good to see you too, 
Kyel."  He turned to Sam, trying not to notice her hand still in Kyel's.  
"Samantha, Kyel is my cousin, son to Pragna, and first heir."  Martouf 
further introduced his cousin.  "Kyel, I was just escorting Samantha to 
her quarters to rest before the banquet.  She has had a long day."

Kyel looked at Martouf with a twinkle in his eye and released Samantha's 
hand.  "Let me not keep you from your needed rest, Samantha."  He reached 
up and took a blossom from the tree and extended it to Sam, "Perhaps I 
may speak with you more this evening about your home world?"

Martouf watched Sam as she took the flower from Kyel.  He tried his best 
not to seem interested.

"Thank you, Kyel.  I look forward to talking with you tonight," added 
Sam.

Kyel smiled at Sam and then looked at Martouf and nodded his good-bye.

Martouf placed his hand on Sam's back and turned her towards the hallway 
that held her quarters.

"There is much to see here, Samantha.  I expect that you will be quite 
entertained," Martouf added as he glanced back to ensure that Kyel was 
indeed leaving.  "The blossom is called "cal eh ya," Martouf added.

"Yes, that's what Kyel said," Sam cooed as she took a step ahead of 
Martouf.

Martouf half smiled, shaking his head, as he followed behind her.

                         *******************

Part 19

Martouf entered his room after making sure that Samantha was settled in 
hers.  She seemed fascinated with the phase technology that surrounded 
her room.  When he left her she was studying the switches that regulated 
the bed temperature and softness.  These things he had always taken for 
granted, and as he sat on his own bed, he thoughtfully passed his hand 
over the controls as if to look at it for the first time.

He was finally back in his own room.  He had known this room from the age 
of three.  Oh course, the furnishings were adjusted as he became older, 
but the memory chip could always phase the decorations to those of the 
previous years.  For some reason, he didn't want to adjust the chip.  He 
didn't want to review those years.  He lay back on the bed and closed his 
eyes in thought.

Samantha stirred him more than he was ready to accept.  He was always 
drawn to her, even without her connection to Jolinar, but his attraction 
was dulled by Lantesh's influence on his system.  Now that Lantesh 
couldn't affect his feelings, he could do nothing but think of holding 
her near his body.  His mind drifted back to the moments in the cave and 
he drew a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts from his mind.

The tone sounded, indicating a visitor to his quarters.  

"Enter." 

Martouf opened his eyes to see Estranda pass through the doorway.  Her 
hair cascaded over her shoulders down to her waste.  Her green gown, 
extending to the floor, accented the green in her eyes perfectly.  She 
was well proportioned, and her bodice was partially exposed through an 
opaque panel of the dress.  Her body moved in harmony as she moved closer 
to the bed to speak with Martouf, who was not unmoved by her presence, 
and he pondered the ramifications of accepting her overtures.

"Martouf, I know you are weary and wish to rest," Estranda began as she 
sat at the edge of his bed, "but I thought that you may want some 
refreshment?"  She pulled four vials from within her dress pockets.  "I 
know how it relaxes you," she all but whispered.

"Ah, Estranda," Martouf smiled, "you are always thinking of my needs."  
He purposely, slowly searched her body with his eyes, knowing she was 
watching him intently.

She leaned toward him, exposing her bodice ever so slightly as she opened 
a vial and handed it to Martouf.  "I feel...that my needs may be as 
strong as yours, Martouf."

Martouf took the vial from her hands, smiled and commented,  "Room, 
secure entranceway."

                         *******************

Samantha was awakened by the tone to her quarters.  She looked at her 
watch, which indicated that she had been asleep for almost three hours.  
She had been more tired than she thought.

"Come in," she responded.

The entryway opened, and Estranda stood at the doorway.

"Samantha, I have been asked to check on your needs?"

"Oh," Sam sat up in bed and focused on the young women across the room.  
"Please come in.  I really don't need anything, but thank you for 
thinking of me."

"The celebration shall begin in a couple of hours, Samantha.  I have been 
asked to assist you in selecting your garments, if you would like my 
help," continued Estranda.  "Your clothes have arrived from the stargate, 
if you would prefer to wear them?"

Sam slid off the bed and moved to where Estranda was pushing some 
buttons.  As she selected them, various holographic images of clothing 
appeared in thin air. 

"You may push this button here to rotate through the choices," instructed 
Estranda. "Push this emblem to make your selection."

Sam was once again fascinated with the technology of Martouf's world.   
She wanted to talk to him about all that she had found in her room and 
also get his take on what it was that she should wear to this get 
together.

"Thank you, Estranda.  I think I can search though this now.  If I get 
stuck, I'll just ask Martouf how to make it work."

"Martouf is at the baths, Samantha, he will not be able to assist you 
now," Estranda said rather abruptly.  "Perhaps you would favor this 
purple gown?"

Sam was a bit surprised that Martouf had left the area without checking 
on her or telling her where he was going.

"Martouf went to the baths?"

"Yes, he finds that they relax him further after my special attentions," 
Estranda added mater of factly.

"Your special attentions?"  Sam tried not to glare at the young woman.

"Yes," Estranda looked directly at Sam, "I shared his bed but an hour 
ago."  Seeing the reaction on Sam's face, Estranda turned back to the 
clothing generator.  "He is relaxing at the baths now, where he awaits 
me, while I tend to your needs."

Sam was seething, but tried her hardest to compose herself.  She could 
see that the bodice on this woman's dress was loose and could image quite 
well Martouf undoing it for her.

"Where might I find these baths," Sam inquired.  "I want to talk to 
Martouf."

Startled, Estranda looked at her.   "There is plenty of time to go to the 
baths, Samantha.  The celebration will not begin for another two hours.  
I will help you find a gown for the evening."

"Thanks, but I think I want to go to the baths," replied Sam.

"Very well, we can select your gown at a later time."

Estranda escorted Sam to the baths, where they entered an atrium area 
that had several clear, steaming pools inter-linked by small waterfalls.  
Estranda walked up to the edge of the nearest pool, with Sam directly in 
tow, and addressed Martouf who looked up without surprise.

"Martouf, Samantha does not require assistance with her clothing.  She 
has asked to come here, to the baths."  Estranda turned to Samantha and 
then back to Martouf.

"Samantha, are you rested?" Martouf asked from the pool.

Sam moved from behind Estranda and up to the pool's edge, to see Martouf, 
completely undressed, basking in the warm spring water that lapped at his 
chest.  He didn't seem embarrassed at the situation at all, and neither 
did Estranda.  Sam couldn't respond, she just stood there trying to think 
of what to say.

Martouf gathered that the situation was awkward for her and broke the 
silence.  "Thank you for your help, Estranda.  I will help Samantha 
operate the clothing generator if she requires assistance."

Estranda looked at Sam and then smiled back at Martouf with a vixen 
smile.  "I will be looking for you this evening, Martouf." 

Martouf smiled, and she turned toward Sam, nodded, and returned down the 
corridor.

Sam watched her go, and then tried to focus her eyes on everything but 
the pool and Martouf.

"Samantha," Martouf's voice was closer.  He had crossed the pool and was 
now directly below her, at the edge of the pool.

Sam looked down and caught his eyes staring up at her.  She could only 
see him, at an angle, from the waist up, so she felt more at ease.

"You did not say if you had rested," he asked concerned.  "Did you not 
sleep well in your quarters?"

"I slept fine," Sam said curtly,  "I guess you didn't get much sleep."

"No," Martouf smiled, "I busied myself with other things.  I will sleep 
tonight."  He stared at Samantha, wondering why she was being so short 
with him.

"Would you care to join me in the baths, Samantha?  The water is quite 
comforting, and there is certainly plenty of room for all."

"I didn't bring my bathing suit."  Sam could see that he did not 
understand her last sentence.  "I don't have clothing to bathe in," she 
clarified.

Martouf half laughed, "Samantha, you cannot use clothing in these baths.  
These little fish," he pointed to the small fish swimming around his 
legs, "will devour any fabric from your body."  He could see the doubt in 
her eyes. 

 "These fish are indigenous to these pools, Samantha.  They have been 
here as long as Lantesh can remember.  They keep these pools clean and 
extremely sanitary, no matter through how much use.  They will devour any 
cloth that enters the pools.  Let me show you."

Martouf pulled himself halfway out of the pool and grabbed what appeared 
to be a wash cloth from the side of the pool.  He held it in his hand, 
slightly under the water, and Sam watched as a school of fish circled it 
and within seconds it was gone.  Martouf opened up his hand to release 
what remained in his grip, and the fish ate the rest of the fabric.  

"And, you want me to get into that water?" Sam said incredulously.

"They will not harm flesh, Samantha, " Martouf chuckled.  It is a 
symbiotic relationship between the fish and our use of the pools.  Come," 
he held out his hand for her to join him, "They will not harm you."

Two women and a man walked past Samantha and quickly removed their 
clothes and entered the pool that Martouf was in. Neither they, nor 
Martouf seemed to care.  Sam backed away from the pool and knocked over 
the vials that had been sitting underneath the wash cloth.  She quickly 
knelt down to pick them up.  Three of the six were empty. 

"That is all right, Samantha, they will not break.  Please, open one and 
drink with me.  It is called Tonga, and it is quite relaxing.  Martouf 
leaned over the side of the pool and grabbed a couple of the vials.  He 
opened one and handed it to Sam, and then he opened the other for 
himself.  Sam watched him swallow the entire vial in a few gulps.  She 
sniffed her vial and could tell it was quite strong. 

"What is this."

"It is Tonga, the elixir of life," Martouf slurred his answer a bit.  
"Lantesh had forbidden it.  I haven't had any for quite some time, and it 
still tastes as good."  Martouf pushed away from the edge of the pool and 
half floated a few feet, staring at Sam the entire time, knowing that she 
could see him completely.

"It's smells like our alcohol, but stronger," described Sam, as she 
stared at Martouf in the clear water.

"I believe it is similar, Samantha," Martouf grinned at her.  "Have some, 
and join me in the pool."  Martouf was clearly under the influence.

"I think maybe you've had enough for both of us," commented Sam, as she 
watched Martouf's head slide under the surface and come back up.  

"Not so, Samantha," answered Martouf.  I can drink Tonga forever and not 
be affected.  My symbiot corrects for any imbalance.

Sam could tell that Lantesh was not correcting for anything.  Martouf was 
well on his way to being smashed.  "Come into the pool, Samantha," 
whispered Martouf.  "Come in with your clothes on, I'll hold you, so the 
fish can make you giggle," he coaxed.

"Martouf, I think you've been active enough recently.  Maybe it's time 
for you to get out of the water," Sam reprimanded.

Martouf leaned back again in the water and stared at Sam.  His chest 
raised as he took a deep breath in resignation.  "Samantha, you torment 
me."  He drifted backward to the other side of the pool where he was 
sitting originally.  He reached over and pulled another vial from under a 
towel.  "If you refuse to join me, I must take solace in my own company."  
He stared at her face and then glanced past her shoulder.  "Or not," he 
chuckled as he saw Estranda returning to the pools.

Estranda disrobed and waded into the pool, smiling at Sam.  "The 
celebration is in a few hours, Samantha.  Enjoy this time to prepare for 
the festivities.  I will prepare in my own way."  Martouf said, as he 
removed the lid from the vial and slugged down the contents.  "I will 
meet you then," he toasted her with the vial.

Sam glared at Martouf, turned, and marched back through the corridor 
towards her room.  She glanced back to see Estranda move to his side in 
the water and pull another vial from the towel.  Martouf was not watching 
Sam leave.  He was saying something to Estranda and she was laughing.  
Sam whipped back toward her room and walked directly into Kyel.

"Samantha, how nice to see you again," he greeted.  "Is there something 
that I may help you with?"

Sam thought a minute, "Yes, Kyel, there is.  Could you be my escort this 
evening for the celebration?  Martouf is not quite himself."  She could 
see Kyel look towards Martouf and Estranda, and he nodded in agreement.  

"Oh course, Samantha," he looked into her eyes, "I would be most 
honored."

                         *******************

Part 20

Martouf waited outside Sam's room patiently.  He had toned twice and 
still she did not reply.  In his hand he held a bouquet of flowers that 
he collected on his way back from the baths.  Samantha had loved the "Cal 
eh ya" so much, he thought she would appreciate the flower variety that 
grew close to the ground.  He had collected a dozen or so in different 
colors.  He grinned to himself at the thought of how happy she would be.  
He paced a little outside her door, wondering what was taking her so long 
to answer.  Certainly she had time enough to prepare.  She had left the 
baths over two hours ago.  Martouf had returned, collected the flowers, 
and changed since then.   He stared at the door anticipating its opening 
at any moment.

A couple walked down the hallway and past Martouf.  He nodded hello and 
turned back to the door.

"Martouf, do you wait for Samantha?"  the man asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Martouf glanced to the man, smiled, and then returned to stare at 
her door.

"She is at the celebration, Martouf.  We just left there, and she is 
chatting with Pragna."

Martouf turned to the couple and tried not to show his surprise.  "Ah,.. 
yes..thank you, I had forgotten."

"We are pleased that you have returned for your visit, Martouf.  Enjoy 
the celebration," the man replied and the couple continued on their way.

Martouf watched them go and looked quickly toward Sam's door, trying to 
understand why she had gone to the celebration without him.  He had 
explained that he would take her there.  He thought that she did not want 
to join him in the baths because she wanted time to prepare.  Why then 
had she left without telling him?  He looked down the hallway to see if 
anyone else saw him standing in front of her doorway and he was relieved 
to see he was alone.  He turned and headed to the celebration wondering 
how he could give her the flowers in the presence of almost everyone at 
the palace.  He would find a way.  He smiled to himself as he thought of 
how her face would light up when he presented them to her.

                         *******************

The celebration was being held in Pragna's reception room, a huge room 
adorned with small fountains and flowers, with tables raised above the 
floor by only inches and cushions surrounding the tables for guest.  The 
tables encircled a large tiled area that was used in these celebrations 
as a dance floor.  There, dancers would entertain the guests, and the 
guests would be invited to dance to their favorite music.  Sam was 
awestruck with the room that was decorated for light and beauty.  The 
ceiling was not really a ceiling as she tried to focus on its material 
and the starlight from outside.   The material was transparent, as though 
she was in a planetarium.  Kyel reveled in her curiosity and spent the 
better part of the hour explaining the different areas and materials of 
the room.  He caught her glance to the ceiling and began to explain its 
design.

Martouf could hear the music and merriment coming from the reception room 
as he neared the entrance.  He tightened his grip on the flowers as he 
took a deep breath and tried to hide his smile in anticipation of 
greeting Sam.   Every time he thought of her, she made him smile.  This 
wasn't the tonga speaking, although it was very strong, it's effects were 
short lived and he was no longer under its influence. 

As he entered the room, he could see it full of well-wishers and friends 
from across the land.  They were all busy in discussion, or drink, or 
food, or merriment.  No one seemed to notice him.  His comings and goings 
never required a formal entrance, other than initial arrival to the 
planet, so the fact that no one acknowledged his arrival was not 
surprising.  He quickly focused to the area that he knew Pragna would 
occupy, and seeing Pragna, he quickly scanned for Samantha.  Yes, there 
she was.  Why was she staring at the ceiling?  He followed her eyes to 
the stars above and seeing nothing strange returned to Sam.  

Martouf took a step towards their location, just as Kyel leaned into Sam 
and blew into her ear.  She tuned to him laughing and he pushed her hair 
gently away from her face as he said something that elicited more 
laughter from her.  Kyel was paying close attention to Samantha and she 
to him. Martouf's smile quickly left his face and he turned to see if 
anyone had noticed him staring at Sam.  Some people were glancing his 
way, and he looked down to the flowers in his hand and felt a wave of 
embarrassment.  All his senses told him to turn now and escape to the 
safety of the hallway, but the familiar face of a very old friend blocked 
his path.

"Waletta," he stumbled his hello to the old woman, "how are you?"

"It would seem, more at ease tonight than you, Martouf.  In all these 
years, you are still as young and anxious as I remember."   Her face was 
old and weary, but Martouf could still find the young girl he knew so 
many years ago within the old woman's sparkling eyes.  

"There are times, Waletta, I wish I could age naturally with the rest of 
my world.  Perpetual youth can be..taxing," Martouf confided to this 
woman he had know now for nearly 90 years. 

Her eyes narrowed with concern, for she had never heard Martouf speak so.  
She reached out and touched his arm. "Your youth instills hope to our 
World, Martouf.  You are our Adelphi, and we flourish with the knowledge 
that you and Lantesh are one and ever alert and strong to protect our 
world."

Martouf nodded his understanding, wondering how he could ever tell this 
woman that he had asked for an unblending.

A too familiar tune began to play, and both Martouf and the old woman 
looked to the dance floor.

                         *******************

"I know this song," remarked Sam.  She not only knew this song, she 
remembered all the choreographed steps.  She didn't know why, but she 
did.

"This is the dance of the Adelphi, Samantha," informed Kyel.  "This is 
traditionally when the Adelphi and his mate dance together to begin the 
dancing.  If was very special to see Lantesh and Jolinar on the dance 
floor, where they would dance with such passion.  Martouf has refused to 
dance this again, but it is tradition to play the music anyway." 

                         *******************

It is sad not to see you on the dance floor during this music, Martouf.  
I can only hope that the day will come in my lifetime, where you once 
again dance with your heart to this music. 

"My actions should not sadden you, Waletta."  He looked down at the 
flowers still in his hand.  "These are for you, to brighten your 
evening."  He handed the flowers to the old woman, who accepted them in 
surprise.  "I remember when you were not without flowers from a suitor, 
Waletta.  Let not this night go by without a flower in your grasp."

The old woman blushed, and her eyes twinkled as the smile grew about her 
face.  "You are one of few who remember my younger beauty, Martouf.   
Thank-you," she touched Martouf's face fondly and then continued on her 
way gently touching the flowers, as the traditional music ended.

Martouf watched her go, remembering the beautiful woman that was now 
housed in the old woman's body.  He looked towards Samantha, and wondered 
how she would accept her aging?  She was so beautiful and full of life.  

"Martouf!" the voice rang from across the noisy room.  "Come, join us in 
our celebration of your visit."  Pragna was motioning for Martouf to join 
him, and he could see Sam glance his way and then turn back to talk to 
Kyel.  Martouf raised his hand to acknowledge Pragna and slowly made his 
way to the Pharoh's side.

"Pragna, Colla," he greeted the Pharoh and his queen, "Samantha, Kyel", 
he turned to the others.

Before they could say anything in return, he addressed Sam.  "Samantha, I 
see you've made your way to the celebration without my assistance.  I 
hope you are enjoying the festivities," he forced his best diplomatic 
smile her way.

"Kyel was kind enough to escort me this evening, Martouf.  He has been a 
delight this evening.  He has told me so much about his world and he has 
offered to show me around tomorrow too," Sam smiled at Kyel.

Martouf's eyes drifted to Kyel.  It was quite evident that Samantha 
enchanted Kyel, and Martouf had to smile to himself about Kyel's 
reaction.  His young cousin had not met many from outside this world, and 
Samantha certainly was one to be taken with.

"Kyel is well versed in the history of our world, Samantha.  A better 
escort would be hard to find," Martouf sat on the opposite side of Pragna 
and Colla from Sam and Kyel.  "He is trained to protect and instruct the 
Adelphi child of his home world during his youth.  He is someone that I 
trust implicitly."

Sam's head snapped up to look at Martouf.  "You said Lantesh taught the 
child."

"Yes, Samantha, I am to be Lantesh's host, should Martouf return to the 
home world permanently to renew the Adelphi cycle," informed Kyel.  "The 
first son of the Pharaoh is prepared as the guardian of the Adelphi 
child.  If, in my lifetime, the Adelphi does not return to renew the 
cycle, then upon the Pharaoh's death, I will take the Pharaoh's place.  
My father, Pragna, was also trained for this honor.  Martouf is still 
young, so no doubt I will not be granted the honor to teach and protect 
the child, but I will pass on my training to my first son, whenever that 
will be, so he will be ready to take the role."  He nodded towards 
Martouf in quiet understanding of his responsibilities as Martouf's 
future son's guardian.

Martouf searched Samantha's face for her reaction to his cousin's 
relationship to the Adelphi and Lantesh.  If she was to be Martouf's 
mate, she would have to accept Kyel as the protector of her child.   Her 
child...that was a jump, how could he have moved straight to that 
thought.  Here she was, thought to be in love with O'Neill, sitting near 
Martouf's young cousin, hardly giving Martouf a glance, and he was 
thinking of her as the mother of his son.  He looked away and shut his 
eyes in an effort to erase the thought from his mind.

He looked back again at Samantha and Kyel, who was beaming at Samantha.  
Martouf could not begrudge his cousin's crush on her.  He loved him 
dearly, and did not want to see him hurt, however, he had lost his own 
heart to her and could not help but feel jealousy because it was Kyel 
that sat next to her and not himself. 

Sam didn't say anything, but stared back at Martouf with eyes that asked 
a myriad of questions.

An attendant interrupted his thoughts.  "Martouf, a message has come from 
the Tok'ra for you."  The attendant handed a flat disk-like object to 
Martouf, who instantly pushed the left button to access the message that 
appeared on a small screen on the disk.

O'NEILL AND SG1 CONCERNED FOR SAM'S SAFETY EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE TOLD SHE 
WILL BE OK.  THEY WANT HER TO RESPOND BY MESSAGE.  THEY ARE UNAWARE OF 
THE TIME WARP BETWEEN WORLDS.  EXPECT ANSWER SOON, OR THEY WILL INSIST ON 
SEEING HER.  HOPE YOU ARE WELL.  LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU AND SAM.  
REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU.  JACOB.

Martouf clicked the message off and looked at Sam.  "What is it," Sam 
asked concerned.  "Is it Dad?"

"The message is from Jacob, but it is nothing of great concern, Samantha.  
Apparently, your SG1 is concerned about you, and want you to send them a 
message that you are safe."

"What, I haven't been here a day.  What could they be thinking of?"

"They are concerned for you safety, Samantha.  They do not truly 
understand the..situation..," he tried not to alert the others to the 
real reason he had returned, "and worry that..uninvited others.. may wish 
to join us." 

Sam looked at Martouf and rolled her eyes in disbelief of her SG1 
teammates.  "I'll send them a message tomorrow, some time."

"You may want to respond to them now, Samantha.  Here," he passed the 
disk to the attendant to give to Samantha, "simply speak to the disk, and 
it shall record your message.  Jacob will insure it reaches O'Neill."

"I'll send one tomorrow.  They can wait."

"Do you not worry about the time continuum between worlds, Samantha?" 
Colla asked casually.

Martouf pursed his lips and Sam looked at Colla and then stared at 
Martouf.  "What time continuum?"

"I have not explained that to Samantha, Colla...but..it would appear, now 
is a good time to explain that aspect to her."  He looked at Sam, and 
readied himself for what he knew would be an unpleasant response.

"Samantha, as you know, the distance between our planets is such that few 
come to this sector of space.  There is also the added inconvenience to 
them of a time warp or time continuum that segments this sector.  One of 
our weeks is the equivalent of one month on the Tauri and the Tok'ra home 
worlds.  If you wait to send your message tomorrow, it will seem to SG1 
that you have been absent for several days.  They will be concerned, so 
please, send your message this evening."

"They think that I've been gone for days?" Sam asked slowly.

"In their time, you have been absent for about 4 days."

Sam sat in quiet thought for what seemed to Martouf like an eternity, 
then she reached for the disk from the attendant and left a quick message 
for her team.  "Well, that's done, now let's celebrate Martouf's return, 
shall we?" she flashed a huge smile to everyone and waited for Martouf's 
eyes to lock with hers. 

"Yes, Samantha, let the dancing begin," announced Pragna.

Instantly the music began and people crowded the dance floor. 

Would you care to dance, Samantha," Kyel asked shyly.

"Uh, that would be nice, Kyel, but..I've promised the first dance to 
Martouf."  Kyel looked at Martouf and nodded his understanding.  

"That would be only fair, seeing Martouf did bring you to our home 
world," Kyel replied laughing.

Martouf smiled at Kyel and stood up and extended his hand to Sam.  "May I 
have this dance, Samantha?"

"Yes, I'd love to."

Martouf led Sam across the dance floor, far from Pragna and the others.  
He pulled her close to him so others could not hear their discussion.

"I thought you had six months," Sam said quietly.

"I do, Samantha, six Tau'ri months.  Jacob will return for me soon.  I 
had thought Jacob explained that to you and that is why I don't hesitate 
in showing you my home world's treasures.  I want you to see them and 
enjoy them as I do."

"It's such a short time.  Did the high counsel know of this continuum?"

"Yes, Samantha, they cannot afford to be without Lantesh for a longer 
period.  When I return, Lantesh will be again in their service.  I'm sure 
his new host will be prepared for him."

"That's if they grant the unblending," Sam added.

"Yes," Martouf hesitated and almost stepped on Sam's foot.

"Why did you not wait for me to come to this celebration, Samantha. I 
told you that I would escort you?"

Sam looked at Martouf and she fought the pain in the pit of her stomach.  
"Because you hurt my feelings, Martouf, when you..when you..when you and 
Estranda.."

Martouf slowed his steps and searched Sam's face.  "When Estanda and I 
what?  Samantha, the baths are a communal practice.  It means nothing 
when men and woman bath together."

"No, before that.  Estranda told me that you two were intimate, Martouf.  
You don't have to lie.  I know she's been waiting for you to return."

Martouf stopped dancing and stared at Sam.  "Estranda told you that I had 
bedded her?"  He was shocked that Estranda would tell Sam that.

"Yes, she told me right before we saw you at the baths.  Are you saying 
that she's a liar."

"No, Estranda does not lie, Samantha.  What exactly did she say?"

"What does it matter, Martouf.  You only have a short time here to work 
things out with her.  Why are you wasting your time with me?"

"What did she tell you, Samantha," Martouf's tone was on the edge of a 
demand.

"She said that she shared your bed about an hour before she came to my 
room and that you were relaxing in the baths waiting for her.  She said 
the baths relax you further after her special attentions."  Sam could 
barely get out the words.  She could feel herself on the edge of tears.

Martouf's face turned red and he took Sam's hand and led her off the 
dance floor to a far corner away from everyone else.  He placed both 
hands on her upper arms and searched her face until her eyes met his.  
"Estranda did not lie to you Samantha."

Tears started to well up in Sam's eyes.

"I did not bed her, Samantha.  She did sit on the end of my bed while we 
drank the four tonga vials that she terms "her special attentions."  
Lantesh has forbidden me to drink tonga because he feels it dulls my 
senses and reactions and it puts us at risk to attackers.   Everyone at 
the palace knows this, so I never see tonga.  Only Estranda would provide 
it to me, and only then when I assured her that Lantesh would not object 
this time.  So yes, she did share my bed, and yes I relax further in the 
baths after drinking tonga.  It is very strong, but it is short lived, 
and yes, it dulls my senses and reactions, but I am not at risk to 
attackers here, Samantha, and Lantesh is no longer my guardian."

He stopped to gauge Sam's reaction, and seeing that she was still too 
upset to speak he continued.

"I am sorry that her words hurt you so.  I know now why you would not 
come into the baths with me, and why you left so quickly when Estranda 
returned with more tonga.  I would not bed her, Samantha.  I have not 
bedded another since Jolinar.  I have locked my heart on you Samantha, 
and I could not be with another, knowing you are the one I love."

He stopped talking, he stopped breathing, he waited for her to say.. 
something.

She said nothing.  She stared at him, and said nothing.  The silence, 
amid the noisy celebration around them, was unbearable.  He could feel 
his emotions overtaking him, for this was the worst rejection that he 
could possibly think of.  He would rather face Apophis's torment then 
face a rejection from this woman, but here he was, and he had placed 
himself in her hands.  His fate was his own fault.

Sam placed her hand on his face, and he steeled himself for her words.

"I love you too, Martouf," she whispered before she softly brushed her 
lips to his.

He closed his eyes, and hugged her tightly while returning the kiss.  Had 
she said it? Had she said that she loved him?  She whispered in his ear, 
"Can we spend the rest of our time here together.  I want to understand 
your world as you know it.  I love you so much, Martouf."

He pulled back only slightly from her, so he could see her face.  "Yes, 
Samantha, I will be your escort from now on."

Pragna had become concerned when he saw Sam and Martouf stop dancing and 
move to the other side of the room, but now it was apparent that all was 
well.  He had an idea, when Martouf first arrived with Samantha, that the 
two were a couple.  It was apparent to him that morning on the mountain, 
when Martouf couldn't carry on more than a two-sentence conversation, 
without turning to check on Samantha.   Only one thing concerned Pragna: 
Lantesh was not present.  Martouf had been present all day, and in 
circumstances where Lantesh would normally surface, or direct Martouf's 
behavior to be less obvious, Lantesh did not intercede in Martouf's 
behavior.  This was very unlike Lantesh.  Something was not right here, 
and Pragna had a dread that things were not as they should be in his home 
world.

                         *******************

Part 21

The two spent the next few weeks exploring Martouf's home world and 
meeting its people.  Martouf took Sam fishing, swimming, hiking, sailing, 
and mountain climbing.  They had seen almost the entire world by land, 
when Martouf took to the air.

Martouf had a small version of a death glider that had been his from the 
time he had been a young man.  He treated it as a Tau'ri man would treat 
his first car.  It was kept in immaculate shape and he introduced Sam to 
it as if it were a living/breathing entity.  He was an excellent pilot 
and Sam marveled at how easily he maneuvered the craft into the canyons 
and abysses of the less inhabited areas of the world.   Today, they took 
the craft to a rarely visited quadrant and hiked the rough country to 
what Martouf promised to be "a very special surprise."

Seeing that it was time for a break, Martouf directed Sam to a small 
outcropping of trees and rocks near a small pond.  She searched for an 
area that was somewhat comfortable and leaned back against a large rock.  
It felt good to sit and relax.

"How did you meet Jolinar and Rosha, Martouf?  Were they also from this 
World," Sam asked as she tossed a stone into the pond where they had 
stopped to rest.  The ripples radiated quickly toward the shore, then 
bounced back upon themselves to return to where the stone entered the 
water.

Martouf looked up from the pack that he was rummaging through, and looked 
curiously at Samantha.  "You do not retain any of those memories?"

"No, not that I know of.  I have strong, scattered memories of you, but 
none really of Rosha or Jolinar."

Martouf drew two containers of liquid from the pack and handed one to 
Sam. They had been hiking all day through the lush forest of the 
Northwest quadrant of the planet, and it was time for refreshments.

"When we met Jolinar, she was with another host, named Tamia.  Tamia 
was..quiet and reclusive, not at all like Jolinar.  Jolinar would often 
allow Tamia control, in order to remain anonymous within the large group 
of Tok'ra.  One day, Tamia was sitting quietly in the corner and two 
others started to tease her about her shyness."  Martouf smiled 
remembering the moment.  "Jolinar took control and by the time she was 
done, she not only had their attention and respect, but the respect of 
the rest of us.  Lantesh was instantly intrigued."

Martouf pulled out some fruit from the pack and sat next to Sam as she 
tossed another pebble into the pool.

"Lantesh was intrigued, and not you?"

Martouf blushed in embarrassment.  "I was not taken with Tamia.  She was 
far from attractive, and I would have rather spent time alone, than with 
her.  I fancied a young Tok'ra named Lindu, but I had yet to convince her 
that I was her destiny, and Lantesh grew bored with my attempts."  

"I thought where one loved, you both loved?"  Sam peeled the fruit as she 
probed for answers.

"Yes, this is true, but we agree to love as one.  We open ourselves to 
the feelings of the other."  Martouf blushed again, "I was still hoping 
for Lindu."

"So, Lantesh took over when you were unsuccessful?"

"Yes, he enjoyed spending time with Jolinar, and as I was dragged into 
the courtship, I learned to love her for her wit and charm.  Still, Tamia 
was still very plain and quiet, and I made love to Tamia only once in the 
10 years of our being together."

"Only once in 10 years?"  Sam was surprised.

"Only once with Tamia, the rest with Jolinar.  Jolinar was much more 
interesting to me."  He thought for a second and added, "Tamia preferred 
the attentions of Lantesh alone.  At these times, she insisted that 
Jolinar and I disconnect our thoughts when she and Lantesh made love.  
She did not enjoy the duality of our system, and I was all too willing to 
disconnect my thoughts during these times."

"You can separate your senses that way?"

"Yes, as you know, we can be two separate individuals, as I am now, but 
we can also become one, where even Lantesh and I cannot decipher the 
difference.  This is the best time, where we share our joys as one.  Love 
with Jolinar was like this."

"How did you meet Rosha?"

"Rosha had taken refuge with the Tok'ra for a few months after her home 
world was destroyed by the Goa'uld.  Tamia had grown ill with age, her 
race aged more quickly than ours and had unusually short life spans.  
When it was time for her to expire, Rosha volunteered to host Jolinar."

"Rosha was very beautiful, wasn't she?  I remember seeing myself, uh, 
Rosha, in one of my dreams."

Martouf reached up and stroked Sam's hair as he marveled at how the sun 
reflected off the blond strands.

"She was not as beautiful as you, Samantha."

Sam put her hand on his leg, "And did you and Lantesh love her as one?"

He smiled at her, knowing that she would not stop this line of 
questioning until she received all her answers.  "What is it that you 
wish to know, Samantha?  Yes, we loved Rosha and Jolinar as one, and I 
believe that they loved us equally for the remainder of our time 
together."

His hand dropped from her hair to the back of her neck where he began to 
caress it with the back of his hand.

Sam leaned back into his caress and shut her eyes, wanting to sense only 
his touch.  After a moment, she asked, "Did you ever think of having 
children?" 

Martouf had expected this question during the past week that they were 
together, but each day had past and the subject never came up.  He 
examined Sam's face, her eyes still closed as he caressed the back of her 
neck, her lips slightly parted, but hardly breathing, waiting for his 
reply to her sudden question.

He pulled his hand away from her neck and reached down for a vial of 
liquid.  It was not Tonga, but he sure could use some right about now.

Sam opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering if she had gone too far 
in her line of questioning.

Martouf drank the water and placed the cap back on the vial.  He starred 
at the sky, as if deciding on the answer that he was going to give her.  
He turned to her and she met his gaze.

"We thought of having children constantly, Samantha, however, as you 
know, two blended beings would have a harcisis child, and this child 
would be hunted down and killed by the Goa'uld.  This was not something 
that we were willing to do."  He starred now at the rocks in front of 
him.  "We planned to return to Titan, when it was time to unblend from 
our symbiotes, and Rosha and I would begin our family."

"I'm sorry," whispered Sam.  Martouf nodded.

"Samantha, what are your intentions with this relationship?" Martouf shot 
back his own question.

Sam was shocked into silence.

Martouf smiled again, knowing he had finally found something that could 
silence Samantha.  He started to pack up the snacks while waiting for her 
reply.  She watched him in quiet thought, and after receiving no reply, 
he stood up and offered his hand to help her up.  "We have much to see, 
and I would like to show you the great orchards before it gets dark.  It 
is a far walk." 

She followed him as they crossed a stream that glittered with the crystal 
colors of the cave, and they hiked over a mountain path for over an hour 
in silence until they reached the great orchards.  Strange looking fruit 
hung on every branch that she could see.  It was breathtaking.

"I want us to be together, Martouf, I just don't know how," Sam blurted 
out. "You're an Adelphi, and that will never change.  You have your 
responsibilities to this home world and the Tok'ra, and I have my 
responsibilities to the SGC.   I don't think I could blend with another 
symbiote, so I won't have your life span, and I want to have children 
eventually, and you can't have any until it's time for you to unblend.  
That may be way after I'm too old, or dead.  Plus, I'm not sure if I 
could leave all that I know to return here to live."

Martouf turned to her and stretched his arms out and laughed.  "But, do 
you like the orchard?" 

Sam was stunned at his response, then started to laugh back.  "Yes, I 
love the orchard."

"Good, because this is my "great surprise"; it is the size of your 
western United States."  As her eyes searched the vastness of the 
orchard, he smiled and grabbed her hands and pulled her to sit under a 
tree.

"I am capable of producing children without being unblended, Samantha.  
Tradition has always brought the Adelphi back here to raise his children 
separately, unblended from Lantesh, but I am capable of producing 
children while blended.  The children would not be affected with an 
unblended mother."

He touched her gently on the face.  "They do not need to be raised on 
this world, although I admit, it would be preferable.   While blended 
with Lantesh, I can teach the Adelphi all that is needed to know about 
his home world."  He looked around the orchard and took in its beauty.  
"We could visit Titan often, could we not?" He looked at her pleadingly 
and seeing her nod, continued, "and..I'm sure we could arrange something 
with your SGC and the Tok'ra about assignments."

He took a breath, "The only thing that will not change is the fate of my 
first son.  That will not change, Samantha.  You as his mother would have 
to accept his decision to his own fate." 

Sam starred at him wanting to believe everything that he said.  "Do you 
really think we could do this?"

"Yes, if you wish."

"What about Lantesh?  What will he say?  Will he love me like you both 
loved Rosha and Jolinar?"

"I will talk with Lantesh, Samantha.  The time is near where he will be 
permitted to resurface in my body.  That is when I will address our 
wishes."

"Is this a proposal?" Sam's eyes were wide with expectation.

"I have proposed a plan of suggestion to Lantesh," answered Martouf, 
confused by her selection of words.

"No, I mean, are you asking me to be your mate?" Sam blushed.

"I cannot ask you this now, Samantha, not until I confer with Lantesh;  
however, it is my wish to be able to ask you to be my mate," his smile 
lit up his entire face.

Sam's smile matched Martouf's, as he leaned in to kiss her under the 
shade of the blossoming fruit trees.

                         *******************

Part 22

Lantesh was beside himself.  Since that night of the celebration, Martouf 
and Samantha had not left each other's side for more than an hour at a 
time.  It had been days now, and it appeared that things were only 
getting worse.  Martouf had taken Samantha to all his favorite spots 
across their world and introduced her to everyone they met, as 
"Samantha."  The way he introduced her to the others unnerved Lantesh.  
Martouf would turn, look into her eyes, take her hand, and say her name. 

Lantesh began to regret his suggestion to the Tok'ra high council.  If he 
could, he would immediately take control of Martouf and put him into a 
coma.  Martouf could be difficult to reason with, especially when he was 
impassioned, and he was very impassioned about Samantha.

The fact that Martouf had not yet taken Samantha to his bed bothered 
Lantesh the most.  Before Jolinar, Martouf was not known for refusing the 
company of a beautiful woman.  He rarely was without a bed partner, and 
the fact that he had refused to bed Samantha was of deep concern to 
Lantesh.  He was purposely establishing her position in his home world, 
and once done, it would be hard for Lantesh to reverse.

Martouf was acting irresponsibly and was not thinking of his position nor 
his duty to the home world.  He was only thinking of himself and his need 
for Samantha.  Lantesh was disgusted with his behavior and the usual 
reprimand to his host seemed grossly inadequate.  Tomorrow, Jacob would 
arrive to escort the two back to the Tok'ra home world and with their 
time here nearing an end, Lantesh did not relish discussing Samantha with 
Martouf.  Samantha only complicated things, and Martouf had enough to 
think about without Samantha muddying his mind.

                         *******************

Part 23

Jacob waited impatiently at the Chappari on Vorash for SG1's arrival.  
Tomorrow they would travel to Titan to escort Martouf back to the council 
for their final decision.  The council and most of the Tok'ra had already 
relocated to another planet, and no word of their new location was given 
to either SG1 or to Martouf.  Jacob dreaded the next twenty-four hours.

'I do not see the necessity of the SG1 team accompanying us to Titan,' 
commented Selmack.  'They can only make things worse.' 

'We've been over this a hundred times,' Jacob sighed in desperation.  
'The team is concerned about Sam, and they want to come as a show of good 
faith in our alliance.'

'O'Neill is concerned about Samantha and Martouf, not the alliance.'

'That may be, but not letting them come will only stress our current 
relationships.  Besides, Sam is on Titan, technically, on a research 
mission, and Col. O'Neill is her commanding officer.  Plus, Dr. Jackson 
would like to see Titan first hand.'

'This will not benefit Martouf,' Selmack ended with a tone of disgust.

Jacob sighed again as he watched the first of the glyphs light up 
indicating the arrival of SG1.

                         *******************

Part 24

Martouf lay on the obelisk of the ceremonial grounds.  The sun had long 
since set and he stared at the blanket of stars above his head.  He 
placed his hands above his head and grabbed the edge of the stone as he 
had the moment before the blending took place, for this was the position 
of acceptance of the contract.  How long ago that had been.  He had been 
anxious that night, not out of fear of the ceremony, but out of concern 
that he would not perform with the dignity that was expected of an 
adelphi.  He had prayed that he not cry out at the strike of the obar.  
That time was long ago, and he had not cried out as he had feared.  The 
ceremony was quick, and he felt nothing until the warm blending of 
Lantesh revived his body.  

Martouf shut his eyes and drifted back to the ceremony.  He remembered 
all that took place as if it were yesterday: the ancient words that told 
the story of the adelphis before him; the vow that all adelphis took to 
serve their home world; the days of recuperation before he returned to 
his parents as a blended being.

"Soon it will be time for you to be released from your silence, Lantesh," 
Martouf's voice echoed off the rocks surrounding the obelisk.  "Jacob 
shall return tomorrow to escort us back to Vorash, and I will be asked to 
announce my decision."

Martouf opened his eyes and searched for the planet that was the home 
world of Jolinar.  Finding it, he focused his thoughts.  "Jolinar was my 
great love, and I miss her terribly, Lantesh, but I have filled my heart 
now with Samantha, and I wish her to be my mate for the rest of her 
natural time."

Martouf knew by the position of the planet's moons that they were nearing 
midnight, the official time when Lantesh would be able to surface from 
his silence.  "I am aware that if I am unblended, I will bring great 
danger to this home world from those who wish to possess me, and I do not 
wish that to happen.  My recourse would be to leave our home world and 
forge a life on my own, which would consist of constant vigil from those 
forces that would pursue me.  This is no life for Samantha, Lantesh, nor 
do I wish to embark upon this path."

"I do not take my position lightly, Lantesh, and I well remember my oath 
to this world and to you.  I cannot, with clear conscious, ask for 
unblending, Lantesh.  Our joint responsibility to this home world remains 
no matter what our differences.

"I want you to accept Samantha as our mate, as well as allow me to father 
her children while we are still blended.  This will allow us to raise my 
first son and train him in the Adelphi ways together."

Martouf felt dizzy for a second and gripped the edge of the obelisk once 
again.  Lantesh had resurfaced and had regulated Martouf's body back to 
its physical state before the ordered separation.

'You chose a most appropriate spot to address me, Martouf.  Did you feel 
that this location would temper my response to your actions during the 
past days?' Lantesh's voice echoed in Martouf's mind.

'It is the location to remind you of our reliance upon each other,' 
retorted Martouf.

'It is true, we both have much to lose in an unblending,' agreed Lantesh, 
'however, what you request with Samantha is not sanctioned.'

'It can be sanctioned by you Lantesh.'

'The tradition of the Adelphi has survived for milleniums.  It is not to 
be altered in any way.  How do you anticipate serving the Tok'ra while 
bonded to this woman, who refuses to take a symbiote?  Is it your 
intention to abandon the Tok'ra, as well as your traditions?'

'I can continue to serve the Tok'ra, as well as serve Samantha.  I can 
serve as a liaison to the Tau'ri SGC and participate in the SG1 missions, 
as we have before.'

'Our talents are wasted on the SGC missions, Martouf.  We can be better 
used on the more complicated missions of the Tok'ra.  The Tau'ri missions 
are more for Tau'ri discovery of the worlds that we already know.'

'The Tau'ri have managed to kill many of our Goa'uld enemies, Lantesh.  
They are inexperienced, but very effective.  We could bring them greater 
knowledge of their abilities.  They could learn greatly from our 
knowledge.'

'And is it your intentions to raise your children on Tau'ri?  How would 
you explain the young Adelphi's abilities to the Tau'ri, without 
jeopardizing his safety?  You do not think these dreams of yours out, 
Martouf.  You have let your emotions cloud your judgement.  I had thought 
better of you.'

'We would never place the child in jeopardy, Lantesh, and his training 
would be fulfilled in accordance with tradition.  You would still 
administer his training, only, you will remain with me, instead of Kyel.'

'I cannot blend with a child that I father, Martouf.  This cannot be 
done.'

'You will not father this child, Lantesh.  You can disassociate yourself 
from my thoughts and relinquish my body's metabolism to my own, as has 
been for the past days.  This will insure that all that is propagated 
would be mine alone, as if we were separated.'  Martouf was growing 
agitated.  'Do not dismiss this, Lantesh.  You know it to be true.'

'She will not allow her child to undergo the Taking Ceremony.'

'She understands the circumstances, Lantesh.  She will honor her son's 
decision.  Do not underestimate her strength.'

'I cannot approve this that you ask, Martouf.'

'You will approve this, Lantesh, for I will be with Samantha, either with 
you, or without you.  I am willing to sacrifice everything for her.'  
Martouf played his last card.  He was serious and he would demand the 
unblending if Lantesh refused him Samantha.

'Do not threaten me, young Martouf.  You're fate is not your's to choose.  
If I agree to this, it will be because I feel it would be best for all, 
and not because you threaten my existence.'  Martouf could feel the anger 
in Lantesh, and knew he had pushed him too far.

'Lantesh, you have been my guardian, my teacher, and my provider for my 
entire life.  I care for you and respect you beyond words.  Please share 
in my joy of loving Samantha.'

'I cannot, Martouf.'

Lantesh felt the great rush of grief emanate from Martouf, and for the 
first time ever, Martouf's thoughts turned to vicious rebellion.

'Your destruction would serve no purpose, Martouf, and I would not allow 
it.  Even if we were unblended, you would not escape me long enough to 
destroy yourself.'

'If my body is no longer available to you or the Goa'uld, there is no 
threat to our home world, and without Samantha, Lantesh, I will do as I 
wish.  Our discussion is over.  I have given you an option that I feel is 
fair to all parties; my alternative is not subject to your approval.' 

Martouf made an effort to raise off the obelisk, but a sudden waive of 
calm swept through his body, and he laid back down.  'I have 
underestimated your resolve in this matter, Martouf.  I will consider 
your request, but shall not make my decision until I speak with Pragna 
and Samantha.'

'I understand,' murmured Martouf, as he drifted into the heavily induced 
sleep.  

                         *******************

Part 25

Martouf walked quickly past the group of men that were setting up the 
Chappari.  He ignored the fact that Jacob was scheduled to arrive today, 
along with SG1.  Jacob had sent word that he would not be alone.  Martouf 
was hurrying to meet with Pragna, before the Pharoah began his many 
duties.  He had been very upset last night, but Lantesh had placed him in 
a deep sleep that seemed to have calmed his nerves considerably.  

He searched the many rooms for Pragna, and finally found him in the open 
courtyard among the flowering trees.

"Pharaoh of Titan, may I have a word with you?"

Pragna turned instantly, recognizing the distinct voice and authority of 
Lantesh.  Whenever Lantesh referred to Pragna as the Pharaoh of Titan, it 
was to be a formal conversation between the leaders of the home world.  
Trivial matters would not be discussed.

"Lantesh, I am so pleased that you have returned to us," Pragna gripped 
Lantesh's hand in a strong handshake.  "Martouf has been a joy, but you 
have been sorely missed."

"Thank you, Pragna, I have also missed our interaction," Lantesh 
admitted.  He had great respect for this Pharaoh, who's demeanor disarmed 
many a visitor to believe he was only a figure head, but truly this 
Pharaoh had a keen sense of leadership and was a fierce warrior, and had 
undying loyalty to Lantesh and his willful host.

"I have some serious issues to discuss with you Pharaoh.  They are of 
concern to our home world."  Lantesh's gravity instantly received 
Pragna's attention.

"Certainly, Lantesh, let us go to my chambers."  Pragna led the way, 
concerned with the levity of Lantesh's voice.

Lantesh entered the chamber, ordered it sealed, and turned to address 
Pragna.  "No doubt you have noticed that Martouf has a fondness for the 
Tau'ri, Samantha."

Pragna sat down and examined Lantesh closely.  Lantesh was tense and was 
clenching and unclenching his fists which was a clear sign that he was 
not pleased with the situation.

"Yes, I surmised that he was well taken with her."

"He has asked to be mated with her, which has great ramifications for our 
world."

Pragna leaned back and listened intently.

"She is strong willed, and I do not believe that she would be satisfied 
with living here in our home world serving as the mate of the Adelphi."

"Has she been asked?"

"No, Martouf would not dare pose this question without our approval."

Pragna nodded in silent understanding.  "Rosha was strong willed and she 
adapted well."

"Rosha was different, she accepted the ways of the Tok'ra and bonded 
quickly with Jolinar.  She understood the importance of the Adelphi to 
the home world and was content to wait until it was time to return to 
have her family."

"Martouf has been with you for a long time, Lantesh, and most of his life 
has been in service to the Tok'ra, not basking in his rightful place as 
the adored Adelphi of this home world.  Do you not believe he deserves 
this happiness?"

"He is already discussing raising his children on the Tau'ri home world, 
Pragna.  Does this thought not appall you?"

"Will he never return to Titan?  Will the child never touch the soil of 
his ancestors?" Pragna asked as he leaned forward in his chair.  "Will he 
not insure the training of our future protector?"

Lantesh hesitated, trying to ignore the protests of Martouf to his one 
sided presentation of the facts.  "He plans to allow me to teach the 
child while he still serves as my host, and he has promised to return to 
Titan often to build on the child's training and the understanding of his 
responsibilities."

"That would seem reasonable, Lantesh.  We would, of course, miss the 
daily joys of being with you both, but your happiness is also our 
concern."

Lantesh glared at Pragna.

There was an awkward silence, then Lantesh continued, "Do you not 
understand the ramifications of this mating, Pharaoh?"

"Maybe I require further explanation."

"Samantha will have a short life span, and thus want children quickly."

"I see.  Is Samantha unwilling to take a symbiote?"

"I do not believe she will take a symbiote.  Her experience with Jolinar 
was not a pleasant one."

"We, who do not carry symbiotes, all live a relatively short lifetime 
compared to you, Lantesh; however, it can be quite rewarding, and to us, 
our lives are long."

Pragna stood up and moved to his friend, "Lantesh, I do not feel that 
Martouf would allow the loss of the home world's Adelphi, even if his son 
is raised on Tau'ri by a Tau'ri mother.  I believe Samantha cares for 
Martouf deeply, and she would support his decisions."

Lantesh sighed, "It will shorten my time with Martouf.  His child will 
become of age in 18 years, and I would be required to blend with him, 
less he perish.  Without Samantha, I would have another 100 years with 
Martouf.  He is willful, but he has always been my favorite."

"I see," Pragna touched Lantesh's sleeve, "and the fact that you have 
such a relatively short time to love Samantha would also be difficult."

Lantesh looked into Pragna's eyes and nodded yes.  "I would lose them 
both too quickly, Pragna.  I do not wish this union."  Lantesh turned 
toward the door and then turned back to Pragna.  Martouf's love for this 
woman has penetrated my being, and only analytical thoughts can prevail 
in this matter."

Pragna pressed his hands together and stared directly into Lantesh's 
eyes.  "Martouf has been distant during his stay with us, Lantesh.  What 
has taken place between you that would stir such discord?"

Lantesh stopped pacing and turned to answer the Pharaoh. "We were 
captured and I was induced by Goa'uld technology to betray the Tok'ra and 
the Tau'ri.  I suppressed Martouf and he took the brunt of the reprisal.  
He had asked for an unblending."

Pragna took a deep breath and looked to the floor.  "I see."

"He would not endanger the home world by returning unblended, Pragna.  He 
knows of the risks."

"We would protect him with our lives, Lantesh.  You know this."

"Yes, and so does he, but we all know that in the end, it would be in 
vain."

"Has this issue between you been resolved?"

Lantesh hesitated for a full minute while in internal conversation with 
Martouf.  Pragna waited patiently, knowing that this conflict was at this 
time being worked out.  Lantesh stopped clenching his fists, and closed 
his eyes for a moment.

"We have resolved this issue, Pragna, however, the issue of the mating is 
still undecided."

Pragna had expected Martouf, but the answer to his question had 
distinctly come from Lantesh.  

After considerable thought, Pragna looked back towards Lantesh.  "I 
understand your torment, Lantesh, but as the Pharaoh of Titan, I can see 
no harm in this union between our Adelphi and Samantha.  He is away from 
us often due to his service to the Tok'ra, yet he still manages to return 
to us and perform his duties.  We well understand the risks that you both 
take, and we rejoice each time you return to us."

Pragna opened his hands in his proclamation.  "Martouf requires my 
approval, which I give freely, but you of course, make the final decision 
of his fate.   I feel you will ultimately select what is best for our 
beloved Martouf, and not let this discord influence your decision."

Lantesh frowned, "Yes, I shall make the final decision," and he turned 
and exited the chambers without glancing back.

Pragna watched him go and shook his head.  He understood now why the two 
were acting so strangely.  

                         *******************

Part 26

On exiting the Pharaoh's quarters, Lantesh ignored the cheerful demeanor 
of his host's inner spirit.  Pragna had given him permission to mate with 
Samantha, and that was a major accomplishment.  Martouf was fearful that 
Pragna would not approve and be adamantly against the union.  He could do 
nothing now to hold back his happiness, and it was annoying Lantesh to no 
end.

'Martouf, I must still be convinced that this union is best for all,' 
reminded Lantesh.  'I will talk to Samantha, and make my final decision.   
I will talk to her alone, Martouf.  I do not want your understanding of 
my conversation with her.  You are to be blocked from this conversation, 
Martouf, or I will not talk to her.  Do you agree?'

Martouf was quiet and the unchecked happiness had diminished.  

'Do you agree, Martouf?' Lantesh repeated.

'There is nothing that you can tell her, Lantesh, that she does not 
already know.  I do not understand why I cannot be privy to your 
conversation.'

'These are my terms, Martouf.  I do not want your feelings to interfere 
with my discussion with her.'

'Very well, but if your decision is no, I will want full access to your 
memories of the conversation.'

'Agreed.'

As he entered into the open courtyard, Lantesh instantly spotted Sam, who 
was examining yet more of the local flowers.  He smiled at her ever-
inquisitive nature. 

'Lantesh, let me introduce this inquiry to her.  It will make it easier,' 
Martouf begged from within.

'Very well, but make it brief.'

"Samantha," greeted Martouf, loud enough to startle Sam who was mid-
stride to the next flower garden.

"Martouf, where have you been?  You left last night and no one has seen 
you until now."

"I needed time to talk to Lantesh about our mating and about the 
unblending," Martouf explained, holding Sam's hands.  "It was a very long 
night."

"And?" Sam's eyes searched his face for the answer.

"Lantesh would like to talk to you about this matter, Samantha.  He 
wishes this to be a private conversation between you and he.  I am to be 
blocked from the conversation."  He touched her face gently, "Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, like when we were in the High Council chambers."

"Yes, exactly."

"Ok, well..., does he want to talk now?" Sam started to get nervous.

"Yes," the answer was clearly coming from Lantesh.  Sam hadn't realized 
that the transformation took place.

"Lantesh, how are you, it has been quite a few weeks."

"Yes, Samantha, I know." He held out his arm to direct her to a shady 
place under the trees where they could talk in comfort and more 
importantly, in private.

They sat down across from each other and Sam nervously rolled the stem of 
a flower between her fingers as she waited for Lantesh to speak.

"Do you realize that if you are mated to Martouf, you will be the mate of 
the Adelphi of Titan, your status will be known throughout this galaxy, 
and you will become queen of this world upon his permanent return?"  
Lantesh's voice was stern.

Sam took a deep breath.  "Well, yes, he's told me that.  I'm not really a 
queen type, but the last few weeks with Martouf have been wonderful, and 
he was serving in his official capacity.  He's just himself to the people 
and he said for me to do the same.  It was actually fun."

"Are you ready to give your son to me for training and ultimately for 
blending as the future Adelphi?"

Sam stopped rolling the flower and bit her lip.  "Martouf, as you know, 
has explained this to me.  I understand it is something that is necessary 
for his ultimate survival.  If..my son.. decides on this, then I will 
support his decision."  She searched his face, wishing Martouf was here 
with her through this questioning.  "Lantesh, you will care for him, 
won't you?"

"As I have for milleniums, Samantha."  He stared at the flower between 
her fingers.  "As I care for the current Adelphi, who loves you so 
intensely that it infects my thoughts daily."

"Infects?" Sam was taken off guard by the use of this word.  "What 
worries you, Lantesh?"

"Your influence on Martouf is great, Samantha.  He is willing to shorten 
his life span considerably for you, as well as leave his home world and 
raise his children in a foreign place.  This goes against all that has 
been tradition, and he has been raised and trained in tradition from his 
birth.  This is a great departure for him, Samantha, and he makes this 
sacrifice for your happiness only."

"What do you mean that this will shorten his life span?" Sam broke the 
stem of the flower in her hand without notice.  She was concerned for 
Martouf and wanted desperately to be with him.

"Because you will not take a symbiote, and extend your lifetime, he will 
produce children with you and I will be force to leave him well before 
the normal time I have with an Adelphi.  Your mating will shorten his 
life by 100 years, Samantha, yet he is willing for this to happen to be 
with you."  Lantesh wasn't pulling any punches.

"I..," Sam looked up at the tree tops to keep from tearing up, "I didn't 
know that.  I couldn't do that to him."

"Are you willing to take a symbiote?"

Sam took control of herself and stared back at Lantesh.  "I don't know, 
Lantesh.  Maybe someday, but not at this moment.  But one thing I do know 
is that I love Martouf so deeply, and I would return here to live with 
him if that's what he needs to do.  As much as I would miss my own world, 
I would leave it freely, if it meant Martouf's happiness."

Lantesh was stunned into silence.  He stared at her for what seemed like 
forever.  

"What are your feelings for me, Lantesh?  Will you be able to love me as 
one, or will you have a separate relationship, as you had with Tamia?"

Lantesh looked at Samantha with great respect for her forthrightness.  
She was not backing down from his brusque questioning.  "Martouf's 
feelings intermingle with mine constantly, and it has been a very long 
time since we have both make a concerted effort to separate our feelings, 
which is stressful to both of us.  It is much more enjoyable to 
experience feelings as one." 

"You didn't answer my question," Sam fired back at him.

"I have deep feelings for you Samantha.  Feelings that I hold back solely 
because of my fear for how this relationship may affect our home world.  
If your dedication to this home world becomes as strong as ours, I will 
allow myself the luxury of loving you as deeply as my host."

"You have always been a part of the man that I love, Lantesh, so I guess 
I also love you.  Please understand Lantesh that it is hard for me to 
recognize two of you.  I will need your help in this."

"I will not forbid this union, Samantha.  Do not fear the duality of 
Martouf's system.  For as long as you need, Martouf will be the one that 
you interact with, both as husband and lover.  I will disconnect myself 
from your intimate moments to allow your privacy.  Eventually, as you 
become familiar with him, you may want to interact with both of us.  I 
promise this can be a very special union."  He smiled at her and took her 
hand and kissed it gently.

When he raised his lips from her hand, a smile covered his entire face as 
he kneeled before her.

"Samantha, you fill my every thought and my every moment.  Without your 
love, I would be no more.  As I hold your hand, I ask that you hold mine 
as my mate for the rest of our time together.  Although I can never not 
be the Adelphi of Titan, you first know me as Martouf, and I promise to 
you that I will always be the Martouf that you know.  Please grant me the 
privilege of being my queen and mate to my soul."  Martouf bent down to 
softly kiss her hand again.

She put her hand on top of his head and as he look up into her eyes, she 
pulled his hand to hers and pressed her lips to the inside of his palm.  
I have thought of you as my mate since the first day that I saw you, 
Martouf.  Yes, I will be your mate forever."

He put his hands on either side of her face and wiped the tear from her 
cheek.  "Then with this kiss, we are one, and mated for the term of our 
lives together.  No others shall hold our hearts, as long as we both 
shall live."  He searched her face and she nodded, and his lips met hers.  
The kiss engulfed her as the Adephi's passion reached her very being.   
She lost all identity with time, place and purpose.

                         *******************

Part 27

The last chevron locked on the Stargate and the familiar burst of blue 
launched from its boundaries as Sam and Martouf awaited the arrival of 
her father and her teammates.  They had just barely reported their union 
with Pragna when it was time to meet Jacob and the others at the 
Stargate.  Pragna was overjoyed and hastily began the preparations for 
the worldwide celebrations.

On the way to the Stargate, Sam explained how on Earth they had formal 
ceremonies that included the father giving away the bride, a best man and 
maid of honor, and how it was a tradition for a marriage to have 
witnesses to their promises and rings exchanged.  Martouf was intrigued, 
seeing it was exactly the opposite on Titan.  The intimacy of the promise 
was only known to the mate, wherein, they were now forever mated.  He was 
willing to undergo this Tau'ri tradition, if it would make Samantha 
happy.

"No, it's not necessary, Martouf.  I don't need a wedding ceremony to 
know that I'm your mate."

Martouf looked at her closely and smiled.  "If we are to live on both 
worlds Samantha, we must embrace the traditions of both.  After our 
celebrations here, we will return to Tau'ri and enjoy the traditional 
Tau'ri wedding ceremony.  It sounds interesting." He quickly kissed her 
before the first incoming traveler entered through the gate.

Jacob was the first to enter, followed quickly by O'Neill, Daniel, and 
Teal'c, who were all armed, and instantly looked around to insure the 
area was secured.

Martouf smiled at Sam, and moved up to greet his guests.  "Welcome to 
Titan.  What is ours, is yours."  He shook Jacob's hand and followed suit 
with the others.

Sam quickly followed by giving her dad a big hug and kiss, and whispered 
in his ear, "we're married, dad.  I'm so happy."

Jacob pulled back from her just a bit to verify he heard her correctly 
and searched her smiling face.  "Well, I can't leave you for a minute can 
I," he laughed, and gave her a big hug back.  "Congratulations, baby."

"Colonel O'Neill, it is an honor to welcome you to our home world.  Our 
Pharaoh is hosting a celebration here tonight and tomorrow and I invite 
you all to stay and enjoy the festivities."  He turned to Sam's dad to 
add, "There will be no need to return quickly to the High Council, Jacob, 
I have decided to remain blended to Lantesh."

"Yes, I figured that," replied Jacob slyly.  "Do you think I could have a 
word with you privately for a second, Martouf?"  Jacob put his hand on 
his shoulder and guided him away from the Stargate, while Sam moved up to 
greet O'Neill and the others.

"So, what's up for the past 6 months," inquired O'Neill.

"Kradk ske jdu, alted," Sam responded.

"Whoa!!," O'Neill shook his head and crossed this arms in front of him.  

"Whoa, indeed," marveled Daniel, "Is that ancient Phoenician?"

"Kradk, olc gnu," Sam added putting her hand up indicating "one moment", 
as she pulled the translator from behind her ear.  "Sorry," she laughed.

"And, that's funny, how?" smirked O'Neill, as he glanced towards Jacob 
who was in serious conversation with Martouf.

"Sir, this is a translator.  Everything I say is automatically translated 
into their language, and everything they say is automatically understood.  
It's absolutely a technical marvel," Sam went on enthusiastically, "and 
Martouf said we could take it back and study it."  Sam barely took a 
breath, "plus, you won't believe the phase technology they've employed 
here, it makes photon-reduction capacitors seem like child's play, and 
the.."

"Ok, ok!" O'Neill outstretched his hand to indicate stop.  "Slow down, I 
get it, I get it," O'Neill rolled his eyes, "they have some cool stuff."

Sam took a breath and laughed, her eyes twinkled with excitement, "Yes, 
Sir, they have some cool stuff."

"Hey, how come we understood Martouf when he said hi," O'Neill asked as 
he cocked his head as he examined the translator.

"That would be because he spoke English," reported Teal'c, "As an 
Adelphi, he speaks many languages, with little need for a translator."

"Oh, ..yeah," O'Neill looked at Teal'c, "I knew that."

"Major Carter, have the issues been resolved between Martouf and 
Lantesh?" Teal'c asked pointedly as he looked towards Jacob and Martouf, 
who were still in serious discussion.

Sam looked at Martouf, and smiled, "Yes, they're fine now."

"That is good to know.  Their loss to the Tok'ra would be damaging."

Sam looked at Teal'c and frowned, reminded for the moment that her new 
mate was a key operative in the Tok'ra resistance.

"Sam, did you see any of the ancient cultures?" Daniel jumped in, 
"Anything that we can tie to Earth?"

Sam thought about her recent weeks and the many things that she saw and 
did.  "Daniel, there are so many things that are similar, and even more 
that are far from anything that we would ever think of," she smiled at 
Daniel and took his hands, "you'll see some tonight at the celebration."

Daniel was surprised that Sam took his hands.  She had never been this 
demonstrative before, and it wasn't just Daniel that noticed.  Both Jack 
and Teal'c looked at her as if she had two heads.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked concerned.

Sam turned to answer, but was interrupted by "Krok, lowop set kirbi?"  
The workers had arrived to take down the Stargate.   

"Oh," Sam snapped back into action, "Sir, here are some translators for 
your visit.  Just place them behind your ear and they'll do the rest."  
She handed them to the still concerned O'Neill and the others, then 
replaced her own and promised the workers that the team would get out of 
their way soon.

"Major?" O'Neill was still waiting for his answer.

Sam looked at Jacob, just as he gave Martouf a strong bear hug and 
slapped him on the back.  She smiled, and turned back to O'Neill.  "Sir?"

"Are you ok? You're acting a little, no..a lot weird."

Sam grinned and nodded, "Oh, yes sir, I'm ok, I'm fine, I'm, well, just 
great!"  She motioned for them to follow her as they moved toward Martouf 
and Jacob.

O'Neill and Daniel exchanged questioning glances, and Teal'c simply 
cocked his head in fascination, as the three followed Major Carter, Jacob 
and Martouf down the valley.

                         *******************

Part 28

O'Neill dipped a toe into the crystal clear water.  One thing he hated 
was cold water to swim in, but this water was just right.  He threw down 
his towel and waded up to his knees.

"How's the water?" Daniel startled him.  

"It's great so far," O'Neill turned to face Daniel, who was also getting 
ready to enter the pool.  "This place isn't too bad.  Did you see the, 
uh.., handmaiden dancer women?"  O'Neill was referring to the dancers 
practicing in the main room when they first entered Pragna's palace.

"Yeah, it was hard to miss," Daniel grinned, as he quickly checked around 
to make sure no one else was listening to the conversation.  "The rooms 
are great too.  Too bad we have to go back tomorrow."

"Yeah, too bad.  There may be something that we can do about that though.  
Maybe Jacob could send a message back to the SGC and tell them that we 
are in the process of collecting more data," O'Neill was forming his plan 
to extend this unexpected vacation.

"Colonel O'Neill, do you not intend on removing your clothes to bathe?" 
Teal'c asked as he entered into the pool area.

"Uh, no," replied O'Neill as he gave Teal'c a look of concern.  "Aren't 
we moving into a personal zone here Teal'c?"

Teal'c looked at the pool and then back at O'Neill, raised his eyebrows, 
and was about to say more when Carter arrived.

"Uh, Sir, you really don't want to go in there like that," Sam held back 
her smile, as O'Neill stared at her and then at Teal'c.   What is it with 
you too.  Can't a man take a swim in peace?  Must my every move be 
questioned by my personnel?"

Daniel stepped down the stairs leading into the pool and let out a low 
moan, "Oooo, that's nice."

"But, Sir," started Carter.

"Ah, ah, ah," O'Neill shook his finger at Carter.  "Not a word."

"O'Neill," Teal'c started.

"No, not a word," O'Neill held up his hand in the stop mode.  "Daniel, it 
is time for us to relax."  O"Neill leaned back in the pool and let 
himself drift into the deeper water, while Daniel dived in.

Carter leaned her head down slightly as she brought her hand to her 
forehead.  It was only a matter of seconds before the tiny fish did their 
duty.  She had never heard such noises from grown men before.

"O'Neill, do not panic, they only feed on the fabric of your clothing.  
They will eat nothing else." Teal'c instructed from the edge of the pool.

O'Neill was hyperventilating, and Daniel was trying to scale the side of 
the pool.  Both men were totally nude now that the fish had finished 
their meal.

"Teal'c, throw me that towel," O'Neill ordered from waste deep water.

"Sir, they'll eat that too," informed Carter as she shot a glance their 
way.  "They eat fabric."

"Carter!  You knew about this and didn't tell us?!"

"Uh, I tried Sir, but you.."

"That'll be all, Carter."

"Yes, Sir," Carter turned and left the area trying her best to get out of 
the room before she broke out laughing.

"You are obviously unaware of the relationship between these pools and 
their natural inhabitants," Teal'c added nonchalantly.  "They are known 
throughout this quadrant."

"Yeah, well," O'Neill was attempting to gain his composure, "I haven't 
been in this quadrant recently."

Four women entered the pools from the far end and began to chat amongst 
themselves, stealing subtle glances towards the Tau'ri men.  Jack and 
Daniel looked at each other and then at the women, and then back at each 
other and smiled. 

"Ladies!" O'Neill extended his greeting.

                         *******************

Part 29

The suns were setting over the Titan landscape once again, and Sam 
watched silently, still entranced by the light show that danced across 
the sky at sunset.  She could best describe it as a combination of 
rainbows and northern lights that intermingled now and then into 
sparkling colors.  She was sitting on the edge of a rock wall that was 
about three feet high.  She stretched out her arms and legs, then relaxed 
as she swung her feet off the edge.  She was perfectly at ease here, and 
she had no need to go anywhere else at this time.  She waited for the 
moons to come up and cast their light over the trees and the lake.

"Would you care for some company?" the familiar voice of Martouf 
whispered from behind.

Sam smiled and turned, as Martouf settled down on the wall beside her, 
took her hand in his, and brushed his lips against her cheek.

"It's beautiful here," Sam whispered as he squeezed her hand.

"Yes, whenever I can, I watch the changing of the suns," added Martouf, 
as he pointed with his free hand at the moons rising.  "They are full 
every night, much different than the moon on Vorash."

"Did you talk to Dad?"

Martouf smiled, then made a face, "He was less than pleased that we were 
mated before his arrival, but it was not because he did not approve of 
our union."  Martouf shifted his weight to sit closer to Sam.  "I 
appeased him by assuring him that we had not consummated our union before 
his arrival."

"You talked about sex with my father?!" Sam's eyes were wide with 
embarrassment.

"No, I talked about 'no sex' with your father," laughed Martouf.  "Quite 
at length, I might add."

"I can't believe this, I'm old enough, I mean, I'm not a little girl 
anymore."

"Yes, but, nevertheless, I sincerely believe that Jacob would have 
severely reacted to any other response than the one that I provided."  
Martouf smiled again and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Your father has sent word to the Tok'ra about the delay, and has asked 
them to send an escort for your General and Doctor Fraiser to arrive for 
the celebration, as you have requested."

"Did you announce our union to SG1?" Martouf whispered as he moved his 
lips to the edge of her ear.

Sam angled her head and closed her eyes, as his lips moved down the side 
of her neck.

"No, I didn't get the chance.

Martouf stopped kissing her neck and leaned back as he gave her a subtle 
questioning look.

"I started to..but they were in the pools.. and the fish started.. then 
the time just wasn't right."

"Samantha, Pagna will announce this at the first tone of the palace bells 
tonight.  Colonel O'Neill deserves to be informed in a more private 
manner."  Martouf well knew how this news would affect O'Neill, for he 
felt the same when Anise had given him the news.  He respected O'Neill 
and thought of him as a friend after the rescue at Natu, and did not want 
him hurt further by the public announcement.

"Yeah, I know," sighed Sam, as she frowned and squeezed Martouf's hand 
for comfort.  "I'll tell him later."

"Samantha," Martouf took her other hand and waited a full minute before 
he spoke.  "I know you have feelings for Jack O'Neill, and I am not 
threatened by this, because I know that you care for him in a different 
way.  There are many kinds of love: the love of friends, the love of 
pets, the love of parents, the love of children, the love of a mate and 
the love of those that are more than friends but never advance to the 
love as a mate.  These loves we have all experienced, and we all keep 
true."

He stopped for a moment and stared into her eyes.  "Your love for O'Neill 
should not stop because we are mated, Samantha, for he is in that last 
category.  Miranda was my love that was more than a friend, but not a 
mate.  I experienced a sadness when she announced to me that she would 
marry my friend Tor-oak, not because I wanted to be her mate, but because 
I knew that she would now spend most of her time with another, and I 
would lose her attention."

"Martouf," Sam started, but Martouf placed a finger gently on her lips.

"I am glad that she gave me the chance to accept the union before the 
public announcement.  That night, I joyfully celebrate their union, as I 
realized that she had not changed her love for me, but she had finally 
found the love of a mate, Tor-oak."

Sam starred at Martouf and tears came to her eyes as she thought how 
wonderful Martouf was to understand her relationship with O'Neill.  "I 
don't know how to say this to him, because we never really said anything 
to each other, or even called each other by our first names.  It is just 
a feeling, never acted upon or talked about."

Martouf nodded his understanding, "Would it be easier if I made it clear 
to him, without words, that we were together?   Then, I could leave, and 
you could tell him of our union.  That way, your relationship will never 
need to be voiced, but simply understood."  

Sam thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.  "That's a good plan."

"Then we must hurry, Samantha, we have little time before the bells 
ring."

                         *******************

Part 30

O'Neill had survived the pools and was now pacing the hallway waiting for 
Daniel and Teal'c to get their stuff together to go to this celebration 
thing that they all had been invited to.  Apparently, this was going to 
be a big shindig, and everybody here was going.

He saw movement down the hall and instantly recognized Carter and noticed 
that Martouf was walking just a little too close to her.  They were 
headed his way and he could see them chatting to each other and looking 
his way.

Martouf was holding Sam's hand and as they reached O'Neill, Martouf put 
his arm around her waste and greeted O'Neill.

"Colonel O'Neill, it is good to hear that you enjoyed our pools.  I had 
no idea, until Samantha arrived here, that the Tau'ri were unfamiliar 
with the nature of our pools."  He squeezed Sam's waste with his arm and 
smiled at her.   O'Neill glared at Martouf.

"If you excuse me, I must attend to some affairs," Martouf faced O'Neill, 
"I look forward to seeing you at the celebration, Colonel O'Neill.  I 
would like to think of you as one of my friends, Jack."  Martouf 
hesitated just a second, turned to Sam, pulled her closer to him, and 
kissed her gently on the lips.  "I will be with you within the hour."

Sam nodded and Martouf smiled at her and turned and walked down the 
hallway.  His work was done; it was now up to Sam.

"Something I should know about, Carter?" Jack asked sarcastically as he 
moved his hand in a circular motion.

"Sir?" Sam wished that Martouf would come back and save this 
conversation.

"I don't need to be pissed on to recognize the marking of territory," 
Jack replied quickly.  "If Marty got any closer, I'd say get a room."

Sam just stared at him, eager to tell him of her joyous news, but 
reluctant to hurt this man that she had come to love and respect.

O'Neill searched her face and recognized that she had something serious 
to discuss with him.  He took a deep breath and moved the few feet to the 
bench that extended from the hallway wall.  As he took a seat, he patted 
the area next to him, indicating that Carter should sit down.  "What's 
going on, Carter," he asked in resignation, anticipating the answer.

"Sir, these past few weeks with Martouf have been wonderful, and I've 
found that it's not just Jolinar's feelings that make me care for him so 
deeply, but my own.  I can't stand to be without him, and he feels the 
same for me." Sam mumbled her words looking forward and didn't dare 
glance at O'Neill.  

There was a long moment of silence between them, and Sam looked at 
O'Neill's face.  He was looking straight ahead too, as if there was some 
sort of artwork across the hall, but there was none.

"So, where do you two go from here?" O'Neill's voice cut through the 
silence.

Sam turned to O'Neill and faced him until he turned and met her eyes.  
"We were mated in accordance with Titan traditions this morning."  Sam 
waited for a response and getting none, she further explained, "We're 
married, Jack."

Jack raised his head, took a breath and ran his hand over his jaw.  
"Well," he exhaled, "should have saw that coming."  He looked at the wall 
again, attempting to collect his thoughts.  "So, you're staying here?"

"No," Sam replied quietly.  She explained the arrangements that Martouf 
and she had discussed and what they anticipated for the future.  When she 
was finished, she stared at O'Neill waiting for his comments.  He just 
nodded.

"Jack," she started.

"Uh," he quickly interrupted with a finger in the air.  "Just let me soak 
this in for a while, ok?" 

"I do care for you, Jack, and I think you care for me, but it's not the 
same as what I feel for Martouf."

Jack searched for her hand, squeezed it, and gave her a forced smile.  "I 
know Carter, I was just wondering how long it would take you to figure it 
out on your own."   He patted the back of her hand and seeing Teal'c and 
Daniel heading toward them, he turned to her. 

"Congratulations, Carter.  I'm happy for you.  Love is a precious thing 
that we should never let escape our grasp.  If you are lucky enough to 
experience it in your lifetime, the memories of that love will sustain 
you forever."  He stood up and prepared to greet the others.  "Martouf's 
a good guy, and anyone can see that he adores you."

"Thank you, Jack."  Sam whispered.

O'Neill nodded, "I guess this party's for your marriage, huh?"

Sam gave a soft smile and nodded.

O'Neill quickly switched his attention to his teammates striding down the 
hallway.  "Guys, what do you say we go to a party?"

                         *******************

Part 31

The room was filled with multicolored crystals that refracted the entire 
spectrum of colors across the room's walls and floor.  Daniel followed 
the flashes of light across the walls and was pleasantly surprised to 
discover the numerous wall carvings that seemed to tell the history of 
this world.  Each carving led to the next, as they followed a clockwise 
rotation toward the ceiling.  The story unfolded and as he reached what 
he believed to be the last carving, it directed him to the transparent 
ceiling, which was adorned with the stars above.

He was fascinated with the story, and he instantly sought out the Adelphi 
of whom the carvings spoke.  He could see Martouf, standing near Sam, 
surrounded by a bunch of people clad in long robes that were adorned with 
gold weaving, and listening to the Pharaoh busily chatting with Sam about 
something.  Daniel wondered if the Tok'ra really understood who they had 
assisting them in their cause.  The carvings were quite clear about the 
Adelphi's responsibilities and his capabilities to protect his home world 
and its surrounding planets.  Daniel respected Martouf before this trip, 
but now he was truly in awe of Sam's new husband.

Sam's new husband..that was a trip.  Daniel and Teal'c had been briefed 
by Jack about Sam and Martouf's marriage shortly after joining Jack in 
the hallway.  Daniel had to admit that he wasn't really surprised at the 
news, just taken off guard at the fact that it was a done deal by one 
kiss.  Traditions were a little different on Titan than on Tau'ri.  Oh 
course, he and Shau're had been married in a non-traditional way too, and 
that hadn't affected his love for her in the least.  He looked down at 
the floor for a moment as that familiar sharp pang throbbed in the pit of 
his stomach.  He missed Shau're so incredibly, especially during times 
like these. 

Daniel looked at Jack, who seemed to be taking this marriage thing well.  
He wasn't bouncing up and down, and he was obviously depressed, but he 
had congratulated Martouf and Sam publicly when they first entered the 
room.  At first, Daniel could tell that Martouf anticipated a fist, 
rather than a handshake, but it was soon made clear by Jack that he 
welcomed Martouf into his new role as husband to Jack's favorite Major.

Teal'c walked in with General Hammond and Janet Fraiser.  Jacob had made 
arrangements for the Tok'ra to get them here for the celebration and Sam 
had gone out of her way to introduce Janet to the young Titan, Kyel.  
They seemed to be getting along quite well, and Daniel smiled as he 
thought of the ramifications of yet another Titan being introduced to the 
SGC.

In an instant the room was filled with the sound of bells, or what Daniel 
could best described as the sound of wind chimes.  Everyone stopped what 
they were doing and turned to face Pragna.  When the bells stopped, the 
Pharaoh raised his hands and with a large grin, welcomed all to the 
celebration of the mating of their beloved Adelphi of Titan to the future 
queen of their Home World, Samantha Carter.  With that, the Pharaoh 
placed the Adelphi's robe on Martouf, and Cola placed the robe of the 
Adelphi's mate upon Sam's shoulders.

"This time, it will not be taken from you," Cola whispered sweetly into 
Sam's ear.

Sam thanked Cola, and reached out to grasp Martouf's hand.  There were so 
many people here, and Sam was a little nervous.  Martouf's hand engulfed 
hers, and he gave it a slight squeeze as he smiled reassuringly.  
Instantly everyone in the room moved forward to give them 
congratulations, and Sam was almost separated from Martouf, but he 
quickly pulled her to him and put his arm around her waste.  She could 
feel the warmth of his body and calmed in his grip.  They greeted the 
well wishers as one entity, and when her dad stepped up, he engulfed both 
of them in one hug.

The music began to play and Samantha once again recognized the familiar 
tune.  "I know this, she looked at Martouf."

"Martouf stared into Sam's eyes, and touched her face with both hands, "I 
have not danced to this music in a long time, Samantha.  I believed that 
I would never do so again."

The dance floor cleared, and all eyes were on Martouf and Sam.

"What's going on," Janet asked Kyel.

"It is the dance of the Adelphi and his mate," Kyel explained.  "Martouf 
has refused to dance to this since the death of Jolinar."

Martouf led Sam to the center of the dance floor, and the music stopped.  
Everyone was quiet, and Martouf nodded to the musicians, "Please, begin 
again."

Everyone watched as the two whirled around the dance floor as if they had 
been dancing this dance together for centuries.  He pulled her close.  
"After this dance, let's steal away to the waterfall and our cave, where 
we will have privacy to continue where we left off." 

Sam closed her eyes as her body melted into Martouf's with every move.  
The tempo was fluid and sexy, and she knew which step to take before she 
took it.  Jolinar had imprinted this memory with her and it made her 
heart sing to be held so closely by Martouf in this dance.  When he 
pulled her to him, she could feel his warm breath on her neck.  She 
wished that they could dance like this forever, or at least finish this 
dance in privacy.   

Waletta stood near Jack O'Neill on the edge of the dance floor.  "I did 
not believe that I would live to see Martouf dance again with such 
passion.  It brings my heart joy to see them so happy.  Such true love 
can survive all things."

Jack watched Martouf and Sam, who were oblivious to the roomful of people 
around them, and he thought of Laira, who awaited him on the planet 
Edora.  He smiled at the old woman's wisdom and nodded in agreement.  He 
would take some leave and rekindle his romance with Laira.

The music slowed and the dance ended when Sam dipped low and Martouf held 
her easily in his arms.  He leaned down and firmly kissed her until the 
music stopped and there was silence.  All eyes were on them, and the room 
irrupted into applause and cheers as the two looked into each other's 
eyes and kissed again.

THE END