Author: HathorGirl PM
What if only Lantash was the zatarc? What would happen if he and Martouf unblended? What would Martouf do? Would he try to get his soulmate back? Sam/Martouf/LantashRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Martouf/Lantash & S. Carter - Chapters: 11 - Words: 15,665 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-10-12 - Published: 05-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8121221
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They step out of the wormhole on Kh'ilma, and Lantash confidently steps up to the nearest Jaffa guard.
~Don't give him your real name!~
~Why not? I want to be known by my real name when I become powerful!~
~Because you are Tok'ra!~ Martouf urges, but Lantash ignores him.
"I am the magnificent Lantash. Take me to your Lord so he will have the opportunity to meet me. Immediately!" Lantash orderes.
The Jaffa bows to him. "Of course, my Lord. Immediately."
Lantash motiones to Sam and the slaves, and they all follows, walking to the palace.
"Please, my Lord. Come this way. Lord Selvon is ready to meet you." The Jaffa says.
They are taken to the throne room, and let in by bowing Jaffa and other slaves, and Lantash walks confidently to the throne, bowing extravagantly before the man on the throne.
"My good Lord Selvon, I am Lord Lantash, and I would like to offer my services to you." He bows again and looks arrogantly at Selvon, then indicates the slaves. "These slaves and other trinkets are my gifts for you."
Selvon frowns briefly, then nods. "Very thoughtful. I am actually in need of an underling right now, so I believe that can be arranged. Unfortunately I have urgent business, but please, be my guest for a small feast tonight, then we can discuss this further."
"Thank you, my Lord."
Selvon motions to a Jaffa that stands beside him. "Have my things taken to my treasury and see to the new slaves. Then arrange for chambers for Lord...Lantash, and his eh...lo'tar?"
"Lo'tar and future consort." Lantash insists.
Selvon frowns even more, but nods again. "See that they get anything Lantash asks for - within reason."
During all of this Sam had stared at Selvon. How had this happened? Did he know any of the story? What would he do? Because Selvon was no other than the Tok'ra Korra! Had Martouf suggested they go here, in order to stop Lantash from going to a Goa'uld? Probably, and Lantash had for some reason listened. She wondered how long this plan would work, and was thankful Korra had enough sense to realise he should play along. She had no doubt he would be contacting the Tok'ra now and asking for an explanation - and probably ask for someone to come and pick up Lantash.
Sam and Lantash were taken to luxurious chambers and the Jaffa bowed to them and promised to bring them food and drink when Lantash ordered it.
"So," Sam says, looking around the room. "Where do I stay? I assume this is your place."
"In my bed." Lantash says bluntly. "When I get the position I deserve and my personal chambers there will be a small room for you for when I do not require your presence - for one reason or another."
"In your bed." Sam looks at him, but realises he is not joking. Can she do this? Sleep with him when he is like this? She still loves him, and he is not evil, even if he is behaving strangely and somewhat Goa'uld. He is not suppressing Martouf, so he would be in there experiencing anything too. Sam ponders it, deciding she would rather have them both, and have Lantash be himself - but also that she would not really mind too much sleeping with him even now. She slowly shakes her head at herself.
Meanwhile Korra had gone to his most secret hide-out and ensured the door was locked. He then pushed a specific symbol on the wall and a door slid open and he got inside. When the door had closed behind him what before had looked like a closet revelaed itself to be a corridor when another door opened. Korra hurried through the corridor to the hide-out, and then opened another slot in the wall, this time revealing a small storage box, from which he took an encrypted communication device.
He walked to the simple table and chair in the room, and say the device on the table, then fired it up. After entering the various commands to ensure only legal users had access, he sent the signal that he needed to talk to a Tok'ra contact person and that it was urgent.
After waiting for maybe 10 minutes, the device beeped in a low tone, and he opens the connection.
"The birds fly over the silent desert, looking down. What do they see?" Korra asks.
"They see a lonely wanderer, and she is carrying a parasol against the sun. Why is she there?" Anise, the Tok'ra at the other end, answers.
"Fleeing from the Sun god." Korra smiles a little. "It is a good to hear your voice, Anise."
"Likewise, Korra. Why are you contacting us in this urgent manner?"
Korra thinks about what to say for a moment. "Something strange happened today. Lantash showed up, with Major Carter, and some slaves. I did not know what had happened after he was found to be a zatarc, but I am happy he and Martouf seemed physically wel. He did not seem to be a zatarc anymore, though he did behave very strangely, almost as if he really thought he was a Goa'uld - and for him to use his own name!" Korra shakes his head.
Anise sighs. "We had not expected it to be necessary to inform our operatives. Yes, indeed, Martouf and Lantash are physically mostly well, even if Lantash has some injuries which will heal over time, now he again has a host. That is a long story, but he was damaged during the treatment to remove the zatarc programming, and he has lost much of his memories. They will come back, but right now he mostly only remembers the part of his genetic memory that we all have from before Egeria. Now, he is not behaving as Goa'uld as one could expect and he is not suppressing Martouf, just not letting him talk. However, you must make sure he stays with you until we can bring him back."
"This is all distressing, though I am happy my friend is alive and will become himself again. I will make sure he stays here. When can you send someone for him?"
"Not soon. We have no operative available that can take such a dangerous mission, and even then it would take weeks, maybe as long as a month."
"I see. Well, I will make sure he is occupied and does not do harm to the cause or himself. What about Major Carter?"
"She knows, and he is very unlikely to harm her, as he seems to still have feelings for her, so she should be safe with him. He may insist to take her to his bed, but it is my understanding that she would not mind."
"Understood. I will contact you again later if necessary, and if I have new information. It should not be hard to make him work on some minor position and not to damage. Korra out." He pushes the button to turn off the sending and packs up the device while thinking all of this over and talking to his host about which position it would be best to offer Lantash.
Something that would keep him occupied, but where he would not get a chance to harm the Tok'ra.