Past Memories – Chapter 8
Disclaimer in pt. 1
Martouf clasped Samantha’s hand as he weaved his way through
the Tok’ra equivalent of the SGC’s
mess, pulling Samantha along behind him. His other hand balanced his food as he
searched for a table to sit at, he did and as he began to make his way there,
he observed many Tok’ra smiling happily or laughing
softly at either their joy at his finding another mate and Jacob’s daughter no
less or at the rather goofy grin Martouf was wearing,
he couldn’t tell and he didn’t care.
It had been nearly three days
since the night he and Samantha first bonded and the subsequent days they had
spent together were some of the best days of Martouf
and Lantash’s lives.
<Are you not pleased now
that we disclosed our feelings to Samantha?> Lantash
asked smugly, flashing memories of the past three days.
Martouf was too happy to argue back. He came to a table
filled with other Tok’ra and sat down next to his
friend, Caldwen, and gestured Samantha to sit next to
him without releasing her hand. Also at the table were Aldwin,
Kian, and other Tok’ra. Martouf placed his food on the table and nodded to
everyone. He turned his attention to Samantha as he felt her tugging her hand
from his grasp.
“I’m going to need two hands
to eat, Martouf.” She teased, her eyes twinkling. She
too nodded a greeting to the others at the table before taking a sip of water
from her cup.
“I understand Jacob is well
on the way to recovery, Samantha. That is good to hear.” Caldwen
said from Martouf’s side.
Martouf began to eat his food as he saw from the corner of
his eye, Samantha nodding. “Yes, he’s doing fine now that he’s not confined
anymore and he’s slowly starting to accept things. It helped a lot to show him
some things like the Stargate and the information
that General Hammond had me bring for him to read as well as talking to Martouf. But I’ll be the first to admit that I’ll be glad
when his treatments will be over in two short days.”
“It will be nice to have the
old Jacob back,” Kian blushed slightly. “He was
teaching me what he called the ‘finer points of Tau’ri
slang.’” She looked down and fiddled with her eating utensil.
Martouf smiled as he heard Kian. He
had to agree that Jacob along with Selmac were among
one of the funniest Tok’ra and that he had been
subjected to one or two lessons in Tau’ri slang.
Samantha laughed. “I can only
guess what he’s been teaching you.”
Martouf saw another Tok’ra sitting
on the other side of Samantha lean slightly over and whisper something in her
ear. As he watched, he saw Samantha flush a bit and then nod her head. The Tok’ra, an somewhat elderly woman,
saw Martouf looking over in their direction and gave
him a kind smile and an approving nod. She patted Samantha on her arm and then
got up to leave.
Martouf waited until she was gone and then asked Samantha
quietly, “What did she want, love?”
Samantha shook her head. “Oh
nothing, she just asked if you and I…you know, if we
were together and stuff.” Samantha flushed deeper as she looked into Martouf’s eyes.
Martouf took his love’s hand and brought it up to his lips to
kiss the back of it. “Ah, I see. And you of course acknowledged our
relationship which is good, my love.” Martouf lowered
his voice as he continued. “The Tok’ra are a very close people and it is highly doubtful that the new
status in our relationship will not go unnoticed, which is very good as Lantash and I feel we would be unable to repress our feelings
toward you in any public setting.”
Samantha’s eyes widened
slightly. “Martouf! Calm
down.”
~~~~~~
Sam watched Martouf from where she sat on the bed as he went over what
looked to be some Tok’ra reports written in Goa’uld. His brow creased slightly as he read and she
couldn’t help but smile lightly as she watched her man, yes, that’s right, her
guy. Hers. No one else’s. She
staked a claim.
“Love?” A soft query from Martouf
brought Sam out of her dangerously possessive thoughts that nearly bordered on
stalker-ish and she looked up to see Martouf, looking at her questioningly, half-turned in his
seat holding a reading tablet in one hand.
“Yes?”
Martouf gave an apologetic glance to Sam. “I am sorry, love,
that I had to postpone any activities you wish to do, but-“ He grimaced and shrugged his shoulders
helplessly. “I must read these reports so that tomorrow-“
Sam held up her hands and
laughed. “Martouf, relax.” She got up and stood in
front of Martouf, placing her hands on his shoulders,
massaging them gently. “I understand, really I do and I’m not bored or
anything; I can spend all day just looking at you, but not, you know, in any
sort of creepy disturbing way.”
Martouf smiled and wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist before
burying his face in her stomach, inhaling her scent. Sam looked down and gently
began caressing the back of his head, weaving her fingers through his soft
hair.
“There you two are. I’ve been
looking over this maze for you.”
Sam and Martouf
lifted their heads to see Jacob standing in the entrance to Martouf’s
room, holding a cup of what Sam guessed was the coffee she brought.
Jacob looked at the two of
them and then back at someone that stood out of Sam and Martouf’s
view. He made a ‘shoo-ing’ gesture and said, “Okay,
okay, you’ve shown me the way. I’m not going to go on a rampage, leave me
alone…” Jacob paused momentarily and then continued, “That was your cue to
leave…now…now would be a good time to go away. Shoo.”
Sam watched amused at both
her father’s antics and Martouf’s confused face. Oh,
was she going to have fun teaching her man some new words.
Jacob returned his attention
to the two lovers and raised an eyebrow at their position, causing Martouf to unknowingly remove his arms from Sam’s waist and
Sam to roll her eyes at her father’s behaviour.
“Hmph. I
thought I’d find you here with Martouf; you two seem
to always be together. Sam, I thought I’d find you this morning in your room,
still sleeping, but to my great surprise, you weren’t. I see the reason why.” Jacob
replied, taking a sip of his coffee.
Sam held back a grin at her
father’s reproachful tone and merely said, “Yes, dad.”
Martouf stood up and bowed his head. “Jacob, how are you?”
Jacob shrugged and leaned
against the doorway, cradling his cup. “Do you really want me to be frank?”
Martouf’s brow furrowed. “Frank? I assure you Jacob, that I do
not wish you to be frank, whatever that may be.”
Behind Martouf,
Sam smiled broadly and lifted a hand to hold in her giggles.
Jacob smiled. “You know, for
really boring people, you guys sure are amusing. I meant,
do you want me to be honest?” He grinned at his daughter, still shaking
silently with laughter. He had to say this about Martouf,
even if he didn’t really know anything about him at the moment, he was glad
that Martouf was able to make his daughter happy.
Martouf inclined his head. “Of course,
Jacob.”
“I’m bored out of my mind.
There’s no TV, which means no sports to watch and I can’t picture Tok’ra wanting to play football,” Jacob stopped as Sam let
out a giggle at the mental picture. “There’s no good food, no beer, no coffee,
you know we’re going to have to fix that, and everyone here is so…so bland, no
offense, Martouf.”
Jacob glanced down at his
clothes. “Not to mention the fact that this outfit is not at all flattering on
me.” He smiled as Sam burst out laughing. He felt incredible happiness at the
fact that he and his daughter as well as his son were reconciled; it made his
life so much more fulfilling.
Martouf glanced back and forth between his friend and his
lover in mild confusion; he simply did not understand Tau’ri
humor, if that is what this was.
“Hey, Martouf,
come over here, I want to talk to you.” Jacob beckoned to Martouf.
“Sam, I think that Anise woman was looking for you. Why don’t you try and find
her while I chat with Martouf here?” He plastered a
pleasant smile on his face as he looked at his daughter.
Sam rolled her eyes and gave
a small grimace. “Dad, that was lame, even for you. I’ll give you two five
minutes,” She held up her hand and wriggled her five fingers. Before turning
around, she threw out, “Oh and dad, try not to interrogate him much, I’d like
him back in one piece.” She gave one last smile to Martouf,
whispering, “Have fun, lover.”
Martouf was puzzled as he tried to follow his love and
Jacob’s conversation. Interrogation? One piece?
(What do you suppose Jacob
wishes to talk to us about?) He asked Lantash.
<I think it has something
to do with that remark Jacob moments ago about not finding Samantha where he
thought she would be.> Lantash replied.
(Oh.) Martouf
said, walking over to Jacob who was gesturing him to move into the hallway. (I
do not think I like that smile Jacob is wearing.) He added nervously.
<Nonsense. Why should we be nervous?> Lantash
scoffed.
(Because Jacob is not the
same man we know and he might try to hurt us?) Martouf
suggested, walking out of his quarters, leaving a sympathetic Sam, walking
further down the hall to a secluded corner and turning to face Jacob, who stood
in front of him, arms crossed, foot tapping, with a stern look on his face.
<I am fully prepared to
explain our new-found relationship with Samantha, aren’t you?> Lantash queried as Martouf asked
Jacob, “What do you wish to talk to me about, Jacob?”
Jacob’s foot stopped tapping,
as he looked unsmiling at Martouf. “Cut the crap, Martouf, you know why I want to talk to you. It’s about my
Sammie and what you’re doing with her. Now,” He uncrossed his arms and began to
pace. “I’m her father and she’s my daughter, my only daughter, I might add, and
so I’m a bit protective over whom she sees. I also realize she’s an adult, but
as her only parent, I feel like I should help her make some of those decisions.
And what I want to know,” Jacob stopped pacing and fixed an eye on Martouf. “Is what you’re planning to do with my Sammie. I know you slept with her last night, Martouf, and just the thought of any man touching my
daughter is enough to make me want to kill you. I’m also aware that while you
two are friends, you’re not dating.” Jacob invaded Martouf’s
personal space and jabbed a finger into Martouf’s
chest. “Have you made any sort of commitment to my Sam? Have you? ‘Cause you
better damn well make one if you’re looking to even talk o her again, young
man, in fact, if you continue acting in this way, you’re going to have to drag
her down the aisle to marry my little girl, ‘cause I can guarantee, you ain’t getting’ close to her!” Jacob continued to poke his
finger at a bewildered Martouf and a
semi-angry/amused Lantash.
Martouf stared in confusion at Jacob, not understanding most
of what he was saying and Martouf had no idea how to
form a response. Before he could, he breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as he
saw Samantha strolling up to them.
“Time’s up!” She made her way
over to grasp Martouf’s hand.
“The clock in my head says
I’ve still got three minutes.” Jacob said grimly, watching his daughter pull Martouf toward his quarters.
“Dad, I think you’ve confused
him already.” She rolled her eyes again at Jacob and then burst out laughing at
her father’s not-so-pleased expression. “Oh come on, dad, I know what I’m
doing. After all, you raised me right remember? We’re not going to run off to
~~~~~
Martouf held Samantha’s hand as they walked in the direction
of his, their, he corrected himself, quarters.
“My love, I do not fully
understand the Tau’ri slang that Jacob was using, but
I am under the impression that he was asking about our relationship, such as it
is now.” Martouf said quietly, entwining his fingers
around hers as they walked along. He glanced at Samantha and saw that she was
smiling as she nodded. Martouf pulled her gently into their quarters and turned to
face her. “Both Lantash and I have expressed our
feelings for you, Samantha, and this is not something we would take lightly. It
is even our hope,” Martouf ducked his head nervously
for a second before continuing, “It is our hope that perhaps in the future, you
would be agreeable to becoming our mate.”
Martouf watched as a full-blown smile made its way onto his
beloved’s face and she leaned forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips.
After coming up for air, Martouf leaned his forehead against hers and smiled at her.
“We pledge our love and our life to you, beloved. And we look forward spending
much of our time with you, proving how much we love and worship you.”
“Wow, you really are a
charmer.” Samantha joked, bringing her hands up to roam across Martouf’s chest. She pulled her head back and looked into
his eyes mischievously. “You’re not needed anywhere today are you?”
Martouf smiled as he caught her meaning and enfolded her in
his arms. “No, I am not needed anywhere. I am completely at your service,
love.”
Samantha’s lips curled up in
a devious smile. “Oh goody. Come here, sexy.” Samantha
pulled Martouf’s lips to hers.