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Sam had been served a light meal, then taken to be bathed, before being dressed in was something quite skimpy. She was then taken to a large room and told to wait there.

She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. She gladly admitted it had been nice to get a long warm bath - Ferretti had not had much warm water in his apartment, and the bathroom in the teltac had been small, if reasonably adequate.

If only the had given her something a bit more... covering than this, then she would be happy. She sighed. At least it was fairly warm in here, so she did not freeze. She turned in front of the full-length mirror, and suddenly thought about what Martouf and Lantash would think of the clothes she was wearing. She wondered if they would like them. Actually, she found she hoped they would like them.

She went to sit on the bed, and wait for Martouf and Lantash to arrive. She assumed they had come up with this ruse in order to have an excuse to be alone with her, and so be able to talk to her without the Jaffa or the two Goa'uld overhearing.

It had been a shock seeing them here, alive and well after they had been killed in the other timeline. She had missed them terribly, and it still hurt thinking about their deaths. However, with the change in the timeline, they had never died. She shook her head. It was very strange to think about, but she found that this was one change she was very happy about.

Her thoughts went to her confused feelings for them - and what she had learned just before Lantash had died, in the other timeline. He loved her, as much as he loved Jolinar. She wondered if this Martouf and Lantash loved her too. She knew it was the same people, since the timeline had not diverged until about two years ago, but what she did not know was whether or not those changes had affected their feelings. Probably not, since in the other timeline they had been in stasis most of the time after that focal point.

Of course, here they had spent almost two years thinking she was dead, and she had no right to assume they would still be interested in her - and not involved with someone else.

Another question was whether or not she was interested in them. Thinking about it, she felt very sure the answer to that was yes.

She sighed. Why did it have to be so complicated!

Right now it was all irrelevant, of course, because Earth was under Goa'uld rule, and she should be happy just to survive and escape. If she did, it was unlikely she would get the chance to see Martouf/Lantash often - if ever - so it was probably for the best if they were not romantically interested in her.

Her eyes fell on the bed she was sitting on. It was big and comfortable, and just the right firmness for... She had a memory flash from Jolinar, of a naked Martouf and Lantash, lying back against the pillows of another bed, smiling at her invitingly.

She quickly tried to push that thought aside, but it returned unbidden a moment later when she again thought of Martouf/Lantash. She swallowed and licked her lips, and allowed herself a brief fantasy of herself in the bed with them.

She almost jumped when she heard someone at the door, and quickly rose and smoothed out any real or imagined wrinkles in her dress.

Martouf/Lantash entered, followed by a servant. He turned to the man. "Leave me - and do not return unless I call for you. Make sure I am not disturbed for the rest of the night!"

"Of course, my Lord." The servant bowed and quickly left, closing the door after him.

Lantash locked the door, then turned to Sam and smiled. "Samantha, you look beautiful... but then you always do." He sighed. "I presume I need to make sure you actually are Samantha - all things considered."

Sam had been staring at him. The clothes were strange on him, of course, but they did not detract from his handsomeness. She had to admit she found him very attractive. She shook herself, admonishing herself for such thoughts in a situation as this.

"Yes, you're right. I realize this is strange - since my team and I are supposed to be dead, I mean. However, believe me when I say that it's at least as strange for us."

Lantash frowned, then nodded. "Yes, Colonel O'Neill said you had assumed I was dead. Curious." He was silent for a few moments. "I realize you may not remember this from Jolinar, in which case it will be harder, but... let's try this first."

"Okay. I know you need to check that I am who I say I am. Shoot. I mean, ask."

"Do you remember the trip Jolinar and I took to Marloon, shortly after she escaped from Netu? When she had finally recovered and started to feel well again?"

"Uh..." Sam hesitated. "Yes, I think so. You wandered on the beach and picked up pretty stones and shells."p

Lantash smiled. "Among other things, yes. We also fed the seagulls. Do you remember what we talked about?"

Suddenly Sam grinned. "Yes. A previous trip, where a seagull snatched your entire sandwich! You had the most adorable expression of complete disbelief!"

Lantash's smile widened. "Good enough. I believe you - you are Samantha."

Sam nodded. "You also seems to be you. I'll tell you what I know has happened, then you can do the same, okay? Can we talk freely here?"

"We can. No one will dare disturb me unless the situation is grave."

"Okay."

They sat down among the pillows in a large sofa, and Sam began explaining it all to him, as far as she knew what had happened, with the changes to the timeline and all.


"Very interesting - so this world would not have been conquered, had your team not been killed during the mission to destroy Apophis's new mothership," Lantash concluded. "I assume there is no way to undo the change to the timeline?"

Sam shook her head. "There is not, and I doubt the Tok'ra would want it. As I told you, a very large number of Tok'ra were killed in the other timeline, and you said that attack has not happened here."

"No, it has not, and I must admit that is a relief, even though it saddens me greatly that it came at the price of your planet's subjugation. If there was a way to avoid both, it would have been good."

"Yeah, I agree, but messing with the timeline is dangerous, very dangerous. However, if it was possible, it would be hard not to try and undo Earth's subjugation. It's probably for the best that we don't have that option." Sam sighed and turned more towards him. "You're alive in this timeline. I'm very happy about that."

"Thank you." Lantash smiled. "I must admit Martouf and I are very happy you are alive as well."

"Lantash - I just remembered something. You know we went to that warehouse - with the weapons, armor, and the symbiotes."

"Yes."

"Heru'ur is using it to transform humans to Jaffa, right?"

"He is. Heru'ur is desperately in need of more Jaffa. Holding this world is stretching his forces to the limit, and his relationship with Apophis is souring." Lantash smiled. "The Tok'ra are doing all we can to cause their allegiance to break. If your planet would rebel at the same time, it would certainly be too much for Heru'ur to hold, and he would most likely have to give up this world."

"Earth could become free again."

"Yes. Do you think there are enough people willing to cause an uprising, even if it will be dangerous?"

Sam nodded slowly. "I think we can do it. We've met with Ferretti - he was on an SG-team before - and he says he knows of several just around here. It would take time, and we would need to move carefully, but I think it can be done."
"I will support you as well I can, but I must be careful. Isis and Osiris are very ambitious and power hungry, though that can possibly be used against them. In any case, I will make sure you and your team can escape, Samantha."

"Can you do it without risking your own position?"

Lantash nodded. "Yes, I believe I can." He smiled. "Thank you for your concern for my well being." He took her hand.

Sam smiled back at him and squeezed his hand. "Your well being is very important to me." Her smile faded. "It was very hard when you died... in the other timeline. I... having to shoot you, and then you were in stasis for so long, and then..."

"Shh, Samantha," Lantash said, pulling her closer. "You told me what happened. You did the only thing you could do." He stroked her cheek gently. "Martouf and I are alive and well, and we promise you we will do what we can to stay that way."

Sam pulled back a little so she could look at him better. She gave him a bleak smile. "I know, but what you are doing right now is very dangerous. Even if you're not discovered to be a Tok'ra, you said that Osiris and Isis are very ambitious. Won't they try to take your place?"

"You need not concern yourself, Samantha. Martouf and I can take care of ourselves."

"I know." Sam leaned against him and he put an arm around her again. Sam closed her eyes and just enjoyed being near him again, right now not wanting to worry about the future or even to worry too much about which feelings were hers and which were Jolinar's. She felt strong love for him, that was enough.

They sat like that for some time, without speaking.

"Samantha?" Lantash said finally. "Martouf and I have been afraid to ask, but what was the... relationship between us in your timeline?" He had a hopeful expression.

Sam blushed, looking at him. "Uh... well, we were friends. Good friends."

"But nothing more?" Lantash prodded, sounding nervous.

Sam hesitated. "No... I was always confused about my emotions - whether they were mine or Jolinar's. Was it different in this timeline?"

Lantash shook his head. "No, you died before Martouf and I admitted to ourselves that we lo... that we... have feelings for you. We thought... we had hoped that..."

Sam made a decision. "I may be confused by what I feel, but I do know that I feel something. A lot, actually. I realize this is not an ideal situation - you're undercover as Goa'uld, and I probably won't be able to contact you for... a very long time. However, if we do get through this, then maybe we should try... see if there is something there. Between us, I mean."

"Martouf and I would like that, very much. However, why wait? We live dangerous lives, and we should take what joy we can get. I... have a suggestion, which, while not perfect, would both give us the opportunity to see each other, and work on our... relationship, as well as be a way for your resistance to stay in contact with me."

"I... yes, sure. That... that would be great. How?" Sam asked, hopeful.

Lantash looked somewhat embarrassed. "You would have to, ah, pretend to be my netch'tar. My... personal slave, or..."

"Sex slave? That's what it means?" Sam asked, recognizing the word from her memories from Jolinar.

Lantash nodded slowly. "Yes. The arrangement can be formalized, giving you a higher rank, but it is the only way I can think of where you get private access to me without anyone becoming suspicious. I would make you my lo'tar, but that would preclude you ever being far from me, and I would not presume you would want that. In fact, as much as Martouf and I would like to have you here with us all the time, I assume you would want to be an active part of your rebellion."

Sam opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. After thinking about it for several more minutes, she nodded. "Yes, it's a good idea - and yes, I think I'd like to be an active part of freeing Earth. That's not to say I don't want to spend time with you. I do - and if we can do it both ways, then that would be great." She sighed. "What I'm saying is... yes, I'd like to accept the... job offer." She grinned.

"As my sex slave." Lantash gave her a naughty smile.

"Yes." Sam suddenly winked at him. "Perhaps you'd like, ah, proof of my suitability for the position?"

Lantash laughed and pulled her to him. "I have no doubt you are eminently suited for the position." He kissed her. "In fact, there is none I would want more."

Sam returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him warmly. The kiss very quickly grew very passionate, and when they finally pulled back for air, Sam looked at him, a little surprised, by her own reaction. "Wow!" She smiled again as she rose and took his hand, pulling him up with her. "Come to bed with me?"

Lantash smiled widely. "With pleasure, Samantha!"





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