A New View - Chapter 2
Disclaimer in part 1
Comments: In Tok’ra part 1, the MALP was established as being broken. In my story, its not.
An hour later, Sam was still curled up looking miserable, as she couldn’t stop thinking about her father and what he must be thinking. Why wasn’t she there at his bedside, holding his hand and talking to him? Where was she? Sam closed her eyes for the hundredth time as she pictured her father lying in a hospital bed, possibly dying and dying alone.
There was so much she wanted to tell him. That even though they hadn’t seen each other in quite awhile, Sam wanted her dad to know that she was there for him and she couldn’t! She was instead, stuck here going out of her mind!
Sam uncurled her legs and stood up, ignoring Daniel’s concerned look and walked over to Colonel Makepeace, tapping him on the shoulder.
“Colonel Makepeace? Did anyone tell you how far along my father is?” Sam crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her frantic anxiety.
Colonel Makepeace shook his head and looked at Sam with sympathy. “No, I was only told to get you back as soon as possible.”
“He doesn’t even know why I’m not there for him.” Sam burst out, a tremble apparent in her voice. “He thinks I’m off somewhere working on some damn satellite dish or something.” She turned away, trying to control her emotions.
“Hey Carter, don’t worry. We’ll get out of here somewhere and get you straight to your father. We’re coming with something right now.” Colonel O’Neil tried to reassure her.
Daniel rose and went to stand next to Sam, placing a hand on her shoulder. He looked over his shoulder at Colonel O’Neil. “Jack, I really don’t think that we’re going to get out of here until they let us out of here.”
“It would be impossible. There is only one way out, via the rings. We would then have to elude hundreds of Tok’ra.” Teal’c added.
Colonel O’Neil threw his hands up in the air. “Well what do you propose to do? Stay here until they drag us out of here one by one to be implanted with those snake-heads?!”
Sam tuned out the colonel’s rant and rubbed at her eyes, trying to get rid of the heavy lump in her throat.
“We’ll think of something, Sam, I promise.” Daniel cajoled gently, wrapping an arm around Sam’s shoulders. “Just hang in there.”
Sam shook her head. “You don’t understand Daniel, my father…we’ve never really gotten along and now…now it might be too late. There’s so much I wanted to tell him…so much. All my life, ever since I was old enough, I distanced myself from my father and the rest of my family because all we ever did was argue whether it was me and my father, or Mark and my father. And now I can’t help but picture that right now, my father’s lying in his hospital room, alone. The worst thing is that there’s a good chance he could…could…die…before we ever get out of here and he’ll die thinking that I didn’t care enough about him to be by his bedside when he needed me.” Sam turned and buried herself in Daniel’s shoulder. She wasn’t crying, but was close to it.
“Oh Sam…” Daniel whispered, wrapping his arms around one of his closest friends and hugging her tightly.
The others in the room looked away to give the captain a little privacy.
General Hammond stood in the control room, frowning at the dormant gate, wondering for the fifth time why hadn’t SG-3 returned yet with Captain Carter. They were overdue. Instead of sending in another team, General Hammond ordered Sgt. Siler to dial the gate co-ordinates to the planet where SG-1 and SG-3 had gone.
“Chevron seven locked. Wormhole activated.” Sgt. Siler’s steady voice did nothing to erase the frown from the general’s face. “Activating the MALP, sir.”
“Put it on the monitors, Sgt. Let’s see what we’ve got.” General Hammond ordered, moving to fix his gaze on the computer monitors overhead. All he saw was the familiar white sand and dunes all over the place. There was no sign of his missing teams. The general’s frown deepened. “Open communications.”
Sgt. Siler pressed a button. “Communications open, sir.”
General Hammond bent to speak into the microphone. “SG-3, SG-1, please come in.”
“SG-3, SG-1, anyone, please come in.” General Hammond repeated, keeping his voice calm while deep inside he was panicking. He stood up again, took one more sweep on the desert planet viewed on the monitor in front of him and then sighed. “Shut the wormhole down, Sgt. We’ll give them a few more hours. Hopefully they’ll have returned.”
Sgt. Siler nodded. “Yes, sir.”
General Hammond turned to walk to his office. “If I am needed, I will be at the hospital.”
Sam suddenly straightened and pulled away from Daniel. “Wait a minute…”
“Sam?” Daniel looked confused.
Sam didn’t answer him, but marched up to one of the Tok’ra guards and said, “I need to see Garshaw!”
Daniel followed Sam. “What?”
“What is the one thing they need the most?” Sam asked Daniel excitedly.
“Well, hosts, which we can’t give them.” Daniel replied slowly.
Moments later, Garshaw entered followed by a curious Martouf. “What is it?”
Sam pounced on Garshaw the moment she saw her, ignoring the intense gaze that Martouf had fixated on her. “You said that the symbiote can cure most problems in a human?”
Garshaw looked confused while Martouf continued to stare at the liveliness in Sam’s eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled and both he and Lantash were slightly taken aback by her beauty and her slight resemblance to Jolinar.
“Yes.” Garshaw answered.
“Does that include cancer?” Sam asked eagerly, knowing that a wave of understanding washed over her team-mates, as they now understood what she was planning to do.
Martouf stepped up beside Garshaw, looking at Sam with confusion. “What is cancer?” He bit his tongue to stop himself from adding Sam to his question, as he knew was her name from her friend calling her ‘Sam’ earlier. This woman was not only his last link to Jolinar, but he felt a kinship and bond with her, however slight, when they had walked earlier that day on the surface and he felt it especially when they had held hands.
<Martouf! Now is not the time to be thinking of such things. Remain focused.> Lantash berated his host harshly.
Daniel hurried to explain. “It’s a disease in humans where the cells grow out of control, you get tumors…”
Garshaw smiled lightly and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh yes! It’s a common ailment amongst your species. We cure it all the time, it’s no problem.”
Sam turned to the colonel. “Colonel, I think we should at least offer it to my dad?”
The colonel, Daniel, and Teal’c looked in disbelief at their friend. What is she doing?
Colonel O’Neil paused and silently asked Sam if she knew what she was doing before turning to Garshaw. “We might have a host for you.” He said slowly.
Garshaw looked at them suspiciously for a moment, wondering if they were being honest or if they were lying. “You have a host for Selmac?” She asked cautiously.
“Yes, my father. He’s got cancer and if Selmac can save his life, I think he’d be willing to try it.” Sam looked imploringly at Garshaw.
Garshaw looked at the young woman in front of her, the last host of Jolinar, an old friend, wanting so badly to believe her. But there were so many unknowns about her story about Jolinar, unknowns they had no way of confirming. The Tau’ri seemed honest, but being Tok’ra, one couldn’t trust anything. Garshaw viewed the faces of the Tau’ri in front of her, all the men held a sort of disbelief at the young woman’s suggestion except their leader. He had a grim look to his face and what he said next sealed Garshaw’s decision.
“But you have to let us go back.” Colonel O’Neil said.
Panic and caution reared up in Garshaw. She couldn’t possibly afford to let them go, it was much too risky. She could not afford to jeopardize hundreds of Tok’ra lives based on the word of people they had just met who they knew nothing about. Trust was a rarity these days as was honesty.
Garshaw folded her hands together and shook her head determinedly. “No, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I cannot let you go. Nor can I afford to believe you when there is too much for the Tok’ra at stake. You will remain here until we leave.”
Martouf raised his hand to object to Garshaw’s decision as he saw the utter despair and pain reflected on Sam’s face. It hurt to look at, but Garshaw swept out of the room. He looked apologetically at the woman in front of him and promised, “I believe that you are honest. I will try my hardest to convince Garshaw. You have my word.” Martouf wanted to reach up to lay a hand on her shoulder, but he stopped himself and hurriedly followed Garshaw out of the room.