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Title: Small Distortions
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: SG-1, Jolinar, Martouf, Lantash
Pairing: Sam/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: het sex
Summary: Jolinar survives and Sam remains her host. After spending 4 months as prisoners of the NID, they are allowed to go search for the Tok’ra, together with the rest of SG-1. They are captured by a Goa’uld, but it turns out they are not his only prisoners. Someone Jolinar knows very well are in the cell with them.
Note: AU, since 1) I am assuming the sarcophagus from the episode “Hathor” was not destroyed, and is now at Area 51. 2) The ashrak was not discovered by Daniel, and heard someone saying Sam had survived. Thinking Jolinar had as well, he went to the infirmary and shot her.
Note 2: Written for Porn Battles XIV: Fiery Fourteen, prompts: returns, home, alive, sarcophagus, memory



O'Neill shot the ashrak several times with his handgun, but the Goa’uld did not fall. Then Teal'c fired twice with his zat'nik'tel, and the ashrak fell to the floor, dead.

“Sam!” Daniel yelled, running into the infirmary – where the ashrak had just come from. “Oh, my good, Sam!” he exclaimed, staring in shock at his very dead teammate and friend.

Sam lay on the bed where they had left her, not 15 minutes before, after the symbiote Jolinar had given her life to save her. Sam had been weak, but alive – and very much wanted to be alone. Janet had agreed, insisting she be allowed to rest and recover.

Now the ashrak had somehow gotten through to her again, and killed her, after knocking the two guards unconscious. The only reason he had not shot them, was probably that he did not have enough bullets to kill Sam if he used some on them.

Janet moaned, from where she was lying on the floor, stunned by the force the ashrak had thrown her aside with, but otherwise unharmed. “He... he just started firing at Captain Carter.”

“Are you all right, doc?” O'Neill asked, giving her a hand to get up, after checking on Sam and realizing there was nothing he could do there.

“I'll be fine,” Janet insisted, getting up on her own.

“The sarcophagus,” Daniel said, rousing himself from his stunned silence. “If there's still time to get her to it. Why did they move it all the way to Area 51?”

“I'll talk to the General. We’ll get permission - and then we'll have Carter's... body airlifted there. It shouldn't take more than... 4 hours or so, if they can send a cargo plane quickly.”

Teal'c looked speculative. “I believe the sarcophagus will still work after that time.”

If they'll let us use it,” Daniel sounded morose. “It's been completely hands-off since they got it sent to Area 51.”

“Hammond will get them to make us use it!” O'Neill insisted. “Get Carter ready to be moved!” He hurried out the door.



“How long should this take?” Daniel asked, looking at the sarcophagus, wherein Sam had been placed.

“Depending on the severity of the injuries, it can take from minutes... to a great many hours,” Teal'c said.

“Well, Carter is dead, for Gods's sake, how much more serious can it be?” O'Neill exclaimed.

Teal'c nodded. “That is true. I will probably be many hours, if it succeeds in healing her.”

They sat in silence for a long time, before Daniel spoke again, “What about Jolinar?”

“The snake died before Carter – almost an hour before – the sarc can't bring it back, can it?” O'Neill asked, sounding worried.

“Unknown,” Teal'c said. “I have never before heard of a case where a host survived when the symbiote died. As you said, Jolinar died an hour before Captain Carter. It may well be that too long a time has passed. We shall simply have to wait and see.”

“Hrmph.” O'Neill grumbled, not happy with having to wait and not be able to do anything. “For now, let's not mention the possibility of the snake surviving. No reason to get the NID and guys like those all hot and interested.”



It was many hours later, when the sarcophagus opened, and Sam – or Jolinar – sat up. The rest of SG-1 got up from where they had been sitting on the floor, and approached her, feeling equal parts relief and apprehension.

Yes! Welcome back, Carter!” O'Neill smiled, looking very relieved.

“It is good to see you alive again, Captain Carter,” Teal'c said, studying her face closely.

“Sam?” Daniel asked, nervously, when she did not say anything.

She looked at him for a few more moments, then slowly bowed her head. Shortly after, she raised her head again.

“Yes, Daniel. It's me.” She looked very apprehensive. “But Jolinar is here too.”

“Crap!” O'Neill exclaimed. “Double crap!” he added, when a group of guards entered the room, running to grab Sam - and Jolinar. Someone had clearly been keeping them under close observation.



Nearly four months later, Sam and Jolinar were finally released by the NID. It had taken all of Hammond's manoeuvring, and he had been forced to call in all the favours he had, in order to affect that. One of the main reasons he succeeded at all, was probably that Jolinar had given the NID no useful information whatsoever – except that she had mostly convinced some of the less narrow-minded of them that she really was Tok'ra, and that these Tok'ra could - perhaps - be a valuable ally.

“Welcome back, Sam!” Daniel said, somewhat apprehensive. “Um, and Jolinar.”

“Thanks, Daniel. It's good to be back.” Sam smiled, a little tiredly.

“Your presence has been missed, Captain Carter. I also greet you, Jolinar of Malkshur.” Teal'c bowed his head respectfully to her.

“Thanks, Teal'c – and from Jolinar too.”

“Hello, Carter,” O'Neill said, walking into the room.

“Sir!” Sam smiled at him. “Any news? Will they let me rejoin SG-1?”

He shook his head. “No, but Hammond has gotten us permission to go look for the Tok'ra. Apparently, there's enough of the higher-ups that think we'd benefit from a treaty or something with Jolinar's people, that they'll even let you go with us.”

“That's great!” Sam looked relieved. “When are we leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning.”



SG-1 and Jolinar had gone to the planet where Jolinar's base had been located, but that world turned out to now be deserted.

Jolinar knew there was a traitor among the Tok'ra – working for Cronus, the Goa'uld she had been undercover with, and who had been the one sending the ashrak that was tasked with killing Jolinar. This meant she was very worried for her people, and desperately wanted to warn them as quickly as possible.

Sam supported Jolinar in every way, and he team-members realized, to their shock and confusion, that Sam and Jolinar had blended. After 4 months, were they had been each other’s only friend, they did not wish to part.

The next few weeks was spent with trying to find the Tok'ra, with Jolinar leading SG-1 to a number of planets where she suspected the Tok'ra might be hiding. None of them gave any results. Eventually, the only options left was seeking out undercover Tok'ra, and contacting them carefully.

This was not something Jolinar wanted to have to do with SG-1 coming along, but she had little choice, as that was the only way she was given permission to go off world.



"While I do not agree with the decision to let you accompany me, I can understand and accept it - especially since that was the only way I was allowed to go. However, the decision to insist I dress like the rest of you for this mission, is not only foolish, but may well cost us our heads!" Jolinar exclaimed.

"Well, this is how it's going to be, so you'll just have to accept it." O'Neill said.

"Then let me explain it to you. Again. The undercover Tok'ra on Saqqara, the world we are going to, is a minor underlord. If he is still there. The Goa'uld in charge - Nehebkau - will almost certainly be present in the palace. In order to contact the Tok'ra we need to enter the palace. If I am dressed as a minor Goa'uld with servants, bringing gifts, I will be allowed to visit. If I arrive with you, dressed like you, we will all be considered slaves at best, and enemy combatants at worst. We will be taken before the Goa'uld, he will sense me, and a bad situation will turn worse. We will be lucky if he merely kills us!" she insisted, angrily.

O'Neill felt himself grow irritated at Jolinar's attitude, but he could not deny the truth in what she was saying. The orders had come from Kinsey, he suspected, and the idiot had apparently been completely unwilling to change his decision. The mission would be carried out like this.

It was not really surprising, given how Kinsey usually was - and O’Neill and his team were going to suffer for it. Typical.



"Kneel, slaves!" the Jaffa yelled, hitting O'Neill over the shoulder and forcing him down on his knees beside the others from his team.

"Augh! Relax, I'm kneeling, I'm kneeling!" O'Neill exclaimed.

Lord Nehebkau leaned forward on his throne, glaring at his new prisoners. He was handsome, like Goa'uld usually were, with coal-black eyes and straight, black hair. However, the expression on his face and in his eyes was cold.

His culture of choice was clearly Egyptian - he was wearing a tunic of thin, fine white linen, a intricately decorated belt, and fine leather
sandals. He also wore a lot of jewellery - a very broad necklace with several strands of gold and jewels, several arm rings and finger rings,
as well as a crown of some type.


The population of the planet followed Egyptian culture as well, with people wearing linen clothes and sandals - cheap versions of what their
Lord wore. This only made SG-1 and Jolinar stand out more in their BDUs, and it had not taken long before Jaffa had captured them.


“What is this? Three humans, and a Jaffa... and not just any Jaffa, but the former First Prime of Apophis! Interesting.” He cackled evilly. “I look forward to making you tell me all you know!”

“I’m Colonel Jack O’Neill, and I’m in charge, so if you want to talk to anyone, it should be me,” O’Neill said, hoping - illogically, he knew - that the Goa’uld would ignore the others.

“You are a host. You, are Tok’ra,” Nehebkau suddenly accused, looking directly at Jolinar, and now ignored the others completely. “Why do you pretend to be the underling of a human?” He nodded at the nearest Jaffa. “Take the humans and the Jaffa to a holding cell, while I interrogate this strange Tok’ra.”

“You leave her alone!  As I told you, I am in charge!” O’Neill exclaimed angrily, as the Jaffa pushed him, Daniel, and Teal’c before them.

“Oh, do not be concerned. It shall be your turn soon enough!” Nehebkau laughed loudly and turned to Jolinar, activating his hand device. “So, tell me, why have the Tok’ra sent another operative already? I killed one about a month ago, who was pretending to be my loyal advisor!” He snorted. “Then another one showed up in the village, yesterday, also dressed as a human, like you. I have not even finished torturing him yet!” He shook his head. “What is wrong with your kind? What is this fascination with pretending to be human?”



O’Neill, Daniel, and Teal’c all looked up as the door to their holding cell was opened and a man was thrown inside. He seemed groggy, but uninjured, despite his clothing being torn and bloody.

“Hello,” O’Neill greeted. “So, you’re a guest at this facility too?”

The man looked at him for some time, then sighed. “I suppose that is one way of looking at it. Yes, I am Nehebkau’s prisoner.” He sat heavily against the wall. “I apologize, I am still... confused from being revived and healed in the sarcophagus. For the...” He frowned, as he thought about it. “Eight, time, I believe. Nehebkau seems to have tired of torturing me, though - for the moment.”

“Yeah, I think he’s got someone else to play with right now,” Daniel observed. “Sam.”

“One of your people? A human?”

“Carter. She’s my second in command,” O’Neill said quickly, giving Daniel a warning look. They did not know this man, so it was probably best not to tell him Sam was a host. “I’m Colonel Jack O’Neill, and I’m from Earth... that’s the Tau’ri.”

The man straightened and made a funny half-bow. “Greetings. My name is Martouf.” He frowned. “You are truly from the world of the Tau’ri?”

“Yes.” Daniel nodded. “I’m Daniel Jackson.”

“And I am Teal’c,” Teal’c said, bowing his head respectfully.

“You are Jaffa. Apophis sect,” Martouf observed, looking more than a little suspicious.

“I am no longer in the service of Apophis.”

“Who, then, are you in service to?”

“I am allied with these, the Tau’ri, in battle against Apophis,” Teal’c said.

“And all other Goa’uld,” Daniel added.

Martouf nodded, then spoke after a moments hesitation, “I, also, fight the Goa’uld.”

Wonderful!” O’Neill smiled. “Then we’re all friends here.”

“That, also, explains our current situation,” Martouf said.

“Yeah, we’re locked up right now, but we’ve escaped from slimy-assed Goa’uld before, we’ll do it again,” O’Neill insisted.

“Regrettably, I fear we shall not easily escape the clutches of Nehebkau,” Martouf told them.

They quieted as the door to the cell block opened, and a group of Jaffa entered, carrying someone between them. When they approached the cell, it was clear it was an unconscious Sam.

“Hey! What did you do to Carter?” O’Neill demanded.

“Quiet, human scum!” the lead Jaffa bellowed and opened the cell door. They threw Sam inside, and slammed the door shut. The electronic lock clicked as it activated again, and the Jaffa left.

“Sam!” Daniel exclaimed, running to check on her.

Teal’c went over to her as well, to see how his teammate was doing.

“Why didn’t they heal her up before throwing her back here?” O’Neill wondered, worried. “Don’t they usually do that?”

“Not always. It is not unusual for Goa’uld to use it as part of their interrogation. They torture someone for a while, but not enough that the person will die from their injuries, then they leave them to heal on their own. It weakens the prisoner, and increases the likelihood they will speak.”

“Damn snakes!” O’Neill said angrily.

“I am surprised Nehebkau returned her so quickly, though,” Martouf said, getting up with the intent of going to examine Sam. He froze, then frowned. “This woman is a host!” He looked at her teammates. “Nehebkau has implanted her with a symbiote. It is not a usual thing for the Goa’uld to do, unless they believe she has important knowledge, and believe it is the best way to obtain it. Or, he wishes her as his queen. She is young and very beautiful, so that may be the reason why. What I do not understand is why he has returned her here, or why he hasn’t healed her - or tortured her at all, if he wishes to make her his queen.”

“Um...” Daniel looked sideways at O’Neill, uncertain what to tell their new friend.

He - and the others - were spared having to think of anything to say, as several large explosions were heard then, followed by the power going out. The room became completely dark, and they heard the click of the electronic lock releasing.

“The cell door is no longer locked. We should leave - and quickly!” Martouf said, urgently.

“My thought exactly.” O’Neill got up and felt along the wall, and the bars, until he found the opening. “We’ll grab Carter, and then we’re out of here.” 

“I will carry your friend,” Martouf said. “If the Goa’uld in her suddenly awakens, I am more likely to be able to subdue her.”


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