Through A Candles Flame 2/6
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angelicalangieChapter Two
All relevant info in Chaper One
Chapter Two.
She entered the darkened building on PX9 697 and lit a candle for him she thought of the first and last time they had kissed. Everything had felt so right, the future had seemed endless in possibilities and yet again the Goa’uld had stepped in and left her bereft.
“Is there specific significance to the lighting of a candle on the anniversary of my death?” The voice asked,
“It represents the spark of life that is your memory.” She replied, not believing that the voice had come from anywhere but her mind.
“But this holds you back, whilst you attempt to move forward. Are you not seeing someone?” The innocence of the voice, calmly asking left a tear on Sam’s check.
“I loved you as soon as I saw you. It took too damn long for me to acknowledge it. When I did, there was barely any time for us.” Regret tinged her voice another tear trickled down her face. He moved closer to her and a hand placed itself on her shoulder. She could feel him.
Rising fast and spinning around, she turned and saw him as he had been the morning of their kiss. Alive and well. Confusion colored her face and he patiently stared at her.
“What, How is this possible? You died!” Her words were tinged with anger now, someone had lied to her, and they must have.
“I met the gate builders.” He replied simply.
“You ascended?” But she had held him in her arms as he was dying.
“After you shot me, I was left between life and death. After Anise performed her… autopsy?”” He faltered on the word, and Sam nodded. “After her autopsy, I was contacted by a woman who said she could show me the way to help others, but that I had to be willing. I was, and so I ‘ascended’ as you put it.”
Sam sat heavily on the pew of the old Celtic style church. Stunned and shocked.
“I thought you knew. I do remember mentioning it to Dr, Jackson.” The puzzlement in his voice showed.
Hey Sam!” Jacks voice disturbed the peace, “No time for sitting around, come on!” Sam turned to Jack in a daze and turned back to Martouf, he was gone.
“Yes, sir. Coming.” Distractedly she gathered her things together, got up and left the building, looking over her shoulder as she did.
“I would love to stay here, this place is fascinating, it shows just how developed the Celtic Christians were and that papal intervention wasn’t needed.” Daniel’s voice carried with excitement.
“Is it ever?” Jack’s acerbic reply retorted. “Well campers, it is time to head on back, our time is up.”
“Wait!” The voice of the towns elder rang through the crowd that had obviously come together to bid farewell to their new friends. “We wish to give you each a gift.” Ha came running in a rolling gait befitting some one of his large size and joviality, he was as Daniel had put it vaguely reminiscent of Santa. “To thee the learned one, we bequeath thee a book of traditions, it is hand copied by everyone in the town at least once within their lives.
“To thee the warrior, an archer’s bow made from the strongest materials, may it never falter. To thee, the jovial one, a jester’s cap.” As he was about to give jack the cap he placed it on his head, Daniel grinned and Teal'c looking up from his archer’s bow with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.
“And to thee the maiden Warrior, we bequeath thee a gown of the finest materials. Who was the young man you were conversing with this past hour?” Sam’s jaw dropped and the rest of the team stared at Sam.
“Something you would like to tell us Sam.” Jack said in his usual teasing manner.
“I saw Martouf.” Her tone was level; she really didn’t know what to make of it. It was still far too early for her to feel anything but shock.
“He’s dead, Sam has been for three years.” Jack said calmly
“Dammit, I knew I had forgotten something!” Daniel exclaimed. All heads turned to him. “Well, hello, I had amnesia, remember? I didn’t know my own name for a few months let alone some of the details. I’m sorry Sam; I forgot that Martouf is an ascended being.”
“What!” Jack shouted. The crowd of townsfolk that had gathered closely around them all took a step back startled. “That slimy snakehead hadn’t had long enough to live he had to get a second chance!” The anger in Jack’s voice was palpable.
“The snake was Lantash, not Martouf.” Sam said tersely.
“And the difference was?! He was part of the Tok’ra, they aren’t our Allies anymore, and they don’t keep their promises!”
“It isn’t like Martouf had anything to do with that, neither did my father or his symbiote.” Sam was getting more and more angry. “Look lets just be polite thank the kind people and go home.” Sam said beginning to get uncomfortable with the townsfolk staring at her.
“Ok.” Jack said quietly chastened that she had to take charge of him. They thanked them and the townsfolk smiled gently at them.
The bitter chill of the wormhole enveloped them chilling them to the bone. The ride smoother than it had been in a long time. They stepped out of the wormhole and jack dropped his things on the ground before he had left the ramp, gate closing behind them.
“Sir, we need to get Carter seen to, she still thinks the Tok’ra are still our friends.”
“Sir, that isn’t true, we just met an ascended one.” Sam glared at Jack.
“An Ascended Tok’ra? People, can we discuss this in a debriefing in an hour, until then pick up your things and move em out. Major Carter, Can I see you in my office in five minutes.” The General turned and marched to his office.
An hour later and they all were sat in the conference room waiting for the general except Sam. When she walked in behind the general they noticed she had a poker face on.
“You can all sit down. I have been talking to Major Carter about her experience this afternoon with the ascended being. She doesn’t feel he is doing any harm. In fact from what I know, don’t these beings generally help others indirectly? Daniel? You are our most authoritative person on these matters.” He looked at Daniel questioningly.
“Er, yes. From what I do remember we or rather the ascended ancients were pacifistic, but were willing to help what they would consider as lesser beings.”
“Now see this is just something I don’t believe. You never helped us in any way other than try to get me to ascend.” Jack said heatedly.
“He kept me alive when I was sharing my symbiote with Bra’tac.” Teal'c weighed in.
“And Daniel did help us when Anubis was threatening to wipe out Abydos.” Sam added.
“They’re all ascended!”
“That wasn’t my doing. That was Oma Desala’s interjection.” Daniel said Quietly.
“As is Martouf’s ascension.” Sam added.
“People, let’s just deal with what is at hand. Do we tell the Tok’ra?” General Hammond intoned.
“Why should we they aren’t our allies, and there is nothing they can do.” Jack said leaning back in his chair fiddling with the edge of the table.
“Reluctant as I am to agree with Jack in this subject he does raise a valid point, not to mention the High council already knows.” Daniel said chagrined to tell them that their former allies had been keeping secrets for a long time and implying that General Carter had kept something from his own daughter.
“Now do you see why I don’t trust these snake heads!?!?” Jack exploded.
Sam sat nearest the end of the table, feeling like an observer of the action felt hurt and betrayed. For all the time that she had worked hard with the Tok’ra, every time she had seen her father they had lied, manipulated and kept secrets from her. Tears ran down her face and she ran out of the room and down the stairs.
Daniel found her in the locker room, sitting on the bench.
“Martouf believed that the Tok’ra had already told us about his ascension. He believed only a select few of us had ever been told, he believed that you had also been told.” Daniel said. “I believe he must have been told that no one knew here and also that the Tau’ri/Tok’ra alliance has been forfeited.”
“It just hurts to know that for so long even the one person I believed I could trust, lied about it. No wonder he wanted to know why I was lighting candles for him.” She picked up someone’s stray sneaker and threw it at the wall. “Damn them.”
It was at that moment that the alert klaxon sounded and Sam wiped her eyes and ran for the gate room, there they met Jack and Teal'c.
“Sam, are you okay?” Jack quietly said concern edging into his voice. He had never stopped loving her, and was finally beginning to feel closer to her than he had for a while.
“Incoming traveler. Tok’ra IDC.” The young man in charge of the Iris controls looked to the General. The general nodded his head.
“Let them through Lt.” The words sounded reluctant. He was expecting something not so pleasant. Especially after being told what he had within the past half an hour.
Two Tok’ra walked down the ramp, Jacob Carter and Malek. Neither looked happy to be on Earth.
“Sam!” Jacob Said, happy to be seeing his daughter after what had happened the last time he was on Earth. Sam didn’t move though and stayed rigidly at ease next to Jack. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see your old man?”
“Not particularly.” Sam replied evenly, Jacob frowned, but let it go. Malek was the next to step up to the plate.
“General Hammond, Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter. We have come to tell you something, it would be best to do this privately.” He looked uncomfortable. He expected a bad reaction.
“If you mean you are here to tell us that Martouf isn’t entirely DEAD, we already know. He told us himself!” Jack said a little peevishly. Sam just stared accusingly at her father.
“I didn’t know Sammy, they have only just gotten round to telling me.” Sam just ground her teeth and looked dispassionately at him. She no longer trusted her father.
“There are also other things we need to tell you.” Malek said.
“Just this way then gentlemen.” General Hammond said evenly, when their backs were turned he waved a couple of SF’s to follow, to stand guard.
Once seated at the conference table the atmosphere took a decidedly downward turn, the personnel of the SGC distrusted the Tok’ra and the Tok’ra knew they were going to be in for a lot of heated exchanges and anger.
“We have come to tell that one of our operative aboard Anubis’s fleet has discovered a plan against the Tau’ri. His plan is to find a ‘lost city’ and use its arsenal against you.” Malek stated before anyone was ready. The atmosphere got darker in the room.
TBC
(I admit so far as a very good friend pointed out that the Tok’ra are coming out the bad guys. But I am actually trying to bring them back into the fold after what happened in Death Knell)
All relevant info in Chaper One
Chapter Two.
She entered the darkened building on PX9 697 and lit a candle for him she thought of the first and last time they had kissed. Everything had felt so right, the future had seemed endless in possibilities and yet again the Goa’uld had stepped in and left her bereft.
“Is there specific significance to the lighting of a candle on the anniversary of my death?” The voice asked,
“It represents the spark of life that is your memory.” She replied, not believing that the voice had come from anywhere but her mind.
“But this holds you back, whilst you attempt to move forward. Are you not seeing someone?” The innocence of the voice, calmly asking left a tear on Sam’s check.
“I loved you as soon as I saw you. It took too damn long for me to acknowledge it. When I did, there was barely any time for us.” Regret tinged her voice another tear trickled down her face. He moved closer to her and a hand placed itself on her shoulder. She could feel him.
Rising fast and spinning around, she turned and saw him as he had been the morning of their kiss. Alive and well. Confusion colored her face and he patiently stared at her.
“What, How is this possible? You died!” Her words were tinged with anger now, someone had lied to her, and they must have.
“I met the gate builders.” He replied simply.
“You ascended?” But she had held him in her arms as he was dying.
“After you shot me, I was left between life and death. After Anise performed her… autopsy?”” He faltered on the word, and Sam nodded. “After her autopsy, I was contacted by a woman who said she could show me the way to help others, but that I had to be willing. I was, and so I ‘ascended’ as you put it.”
Sam sat heavily on the pew of the old Celtic style church. Stunned and shocked.
“I thought you knew. I do remember mentioning it to Dr, Jackson.” The puzzlement in his voice showed.
Hey Sam!” Jacks voice disturbed the peace, “No time for sitting around, come on!” Sam turned to Jack in a daze and turned back to Martouf, he was gone.
“Yes, sir. Coming.” Distractedly she gathered her things together, got up and left the building, looking over her shoulder as she did.
“I would love to stay here, this place is fascinating, it shows just how developed the Celtic Christians were and that papal intervention wasn’t needed.” Daniel’s voice carried with excitement.
“Is it ever?” Jack’s acerbic reply retorted. “Well campers, it is time to head on back, our time is up.”
“Wait!” The voice of the towns elder rang through the crowd that had obviously come together to bid farewell to their new friends. “We wish to give you each a gift.” Ha came running in a rolling gait befitting some one of his large size and joviality, he was as Daniel had put it vaguely reminiscent of Santa. “To thee the learned one, we bequeath thee a book of traditions, it is hand copied by everyone in the town at least once within their lives.
“To thee the warrior, an archer’s bow made from the strongest materials, may it never falter. To thee, the jovial one, a jester’s cap.” As he was about to give jack the cap he placed it on his head, Daniel grinned and Teal'c looking up from his archer’s bow with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.
“And to thee the maiden Warrior, we bequeath thee a gown of the finest materials. Who was the young man you were conversing with this past hour?” Sam’s jaw dropped and the rest of the team stared at Sam.
“Something you would like to tell us Sam.” Jack said in his usual teasing manner.
“I saw Martouf.” Her tone was level; she really didn’t know what to make of it. It was still far too early for her to feel anything but shock.
“He’s dead, Sam has been for three years.” Jack said calmly
“Dammit, I knew I had forgotten something!” Daniel exclaimed. All heads turned to him. “Well, hello, I had amnesia, remember? I didn’t know my own name for a few months let alone some of the details. I’m sorry Sam; I forgot that Martouf is an ascended being.”
“What!” Jack shouted. The crowd of townsfolk that had gathered closely around them all took a step back startled. “That slimy snakehead hadn’t had long enough to live he had to get a second chance!” The anger in Jack’s voice was palpable.
“The snake was Lantash, not Martouf.” Sam said tersely.
“And the difference was?! He was part of the Tok’ra, they aren’t our Allies anymore, and they don’t keep their promises!”
“It isn’t like Martouf had anything to do with that, neither did my father or his symbiote.” Sam was getting more and more angry. “Look lets just be polite thank the kind people and go home.” Sam said beginning to get uncomfortable with the townsfolk staring at her.
“Ok.” Jack said quietly chastened that she had to take charge of him. They thanked them and the townsfolk smiled gently at them.
The bitter chill of the wormhole enveloped them chilling them to the bone. The ride smoother than it had been in a long time. They stepped out of the wormhole and jack dropped his things on the ground before he had left the ramp, gate closing behind them.
“Sir, we need to get Carter seen to, she still thinks the Tok’ra are still our friends.”
“Sir, that isn’t true, we just met an ascended one.” Sam glared at Jack.
“An Ascended Tok’ra? People, can we discuss this in a debriefing in an hour, until then pick up your things and move em out. Major Carter, Can I see you in my office in five minutes.” The General turned and marched to his office.
An hour later and they all were sat in the conference room waiting for the general except Sam. When she walked in behind the general they noticed she had a poker face on.
“You can all sit down. I have been talking to Major Carter about her experience this afternoon with the ascended being. She doesn’t feel he is doing any harm. In fact from what I know, don’t these beings generally help others indirectly? Daniel? You are our most authoritative person on these matters.” He looked at Daniel questioningly.
“Er, yes. From what I do remember we or rather the ascended ancients were pacifistic, but were willing to help what they would consider as lesser beings.”
“Now see this is just something I don’t believe. You never helped us in any way other than try to get me to ascend.” Jack said heatedly.
“He kept me alive when I was sharing my symbiote with Bra’tac.” Teal'c weighed in.
“And Daniel did help us when Anubis was threatening to wipe out Abydos.” Sam added.
“They’re all ascended!”
“That wasn’t my doing. That was Oma Desala’s interjection.” Daniel said Quietly.
“As is Martouf’s ascension.” Sam added.
“People, let’s just deal with what is at hand. Do we tell the Tok’ra?” General Hammond intoned.
“Why should we they aren’t our allies, and there is nothing they can do.” Jack said leaning back in his chair fiddling with the edge of the table.
“Reluctant as I am to agree with Jack in this subject he does raise a valid point, not to mention the High council already knows.” Daniel said chagrined to tell them that their former allies had been keeping secrets for a long time and implying that General Carter had kept something from his own daughter.
“Now do you see why I don’t trust these snake heads!?!?” Jack exploded.
Sam sat nearest the end of the table, feeling like an observer of the action felt hurt and betrayed. For all the time that she had worked hard with the Tok’ra, every time she had seen her father they had lied, manipulated and kept secrets from her. Tears ran down her face and she ran out of the room and down the stairs.
Daniel found her in the locker room, sitting on the bench.
“Martouf believed that the Tok’ra had already told us about his ascension. He believed only a select few of us had ever been told, he believed that you had also been told.” Daniel said. “I believe he must have been told that no one knew here and also that the Tau’ri/Tok’ra alliance has been forfeited.”
“It just hurts to know that for so long even the one person I believed I could trust, lied about it. No wonder he wanted to know why I was lighting candles for him.” She picked up someone’s stray sneaker and threw it at the wall. “Damn them.”
It was at that moment that the alert klaxon sounded and Sam wiped her eyes and ran for the gate room, there they met Jack and Teal'c.
“Sam, are you okay?” Jack quietly said concern edging into his voice. He had never stopped loving her, and was finally beginning to feel closer to her than he had for a while.
“Incoming traveler. Tok’ra IDC.” The young man in charge of the Iris controls looked to the General. The general nodded his head.
“Let them through Lt.” The words sounded reluctant. He was expecting something not so pleasant. Especially after being told what he had within the past half an hour.
Two Tok’ra walked down the ramp, Jacob Carter and Malek. Neither looked happy to be on Earth.
“Sam!” Jacob Said, happy to be seeing his daughter after what had happened the last time he was on Earth. Sam didn’t move though and stayed rigidly at ease next to Jack. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see your old man?”
“Not particularly.” Sam replied evenly, Jacob frowned, but let it go. Malek was the next to step up to the plate.
“General Hammond, Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter. We have come to tell you something, it would be best to do this privately.” He looked uncomfortable. He expected a bad reaction.
“If you mean you are here to tell us that Martouf isn’t entirely DEAD, we already know. He told us himself!” Jack said a little peevishly. Sam just stared accusingly at her father.
“I didn’t know Sammy, they have only just gotten round to telling me.” Sam just ground her teeth and looked dispassionately at him. She no longer trusted her father.
“There are also other things we need to tell you.” Malek said.
“Just this way then gentlemen.” General Hammond said evenly, when their backs were turned he waved a couple of SF’s to follow, to stand guard.
Once seated at the conference table the atmosphere took a decidedly downward turn, the personnel of the SGC distrusted the Tok’ra and the Tok’ra knew they were going to be in for a lot of heated exchanges and anger.
“We have come to tell that one of our operative aboard Anubis’s fleet has discovered a plan against the Tau’ri. His plan is to find a ‘lost city’ and use its arsenal against you.” Malek stated before anyone was ready. The atmosphere got darker in the room.
TBC
(I admit so far as a very good friend pointed out that the Tok’ra are coming out the bad guys. But I am actually trying to bring them back into the fold after what happened in Death Knell)
