When they had finished their shopping for the day, and brought their purchases back to their hotel room, it was almost nine o’clock, and they were getting
“Time to find a restaurant,” Sam said.
“Lantash and I agree completely.”
“Any preferences? Italian, Chinese, Mexican...?”
Martouf frowned. “I have no idea what that means, but anything you choose will be fine. We are... quite hungry, and any food sounds good.” He smiled wryly.
“They’re cultures on Earth... and in this case it refers to their cuisine. Never mind, I’ll explain more later. Let’s just take the first restaurant that looks good.”
It was early July, and the evening was pleasantly warm, with a temperature around 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Being Friday evening, there were quite many people out, and the first several restaurants they found, were completely full.
Eventually, they found a restaurant where the line of people that were waiting was not as long. “Looks like we’re having sushi - do you like that?” Sam asked.
“Maybe. I am willing to try.” He smiled at her. “I find it fascinating that you have so many different restaurants, dedicated to foods of specific cultures. What kind of food are they serving in this one?”
They walked inside, and sat down to wait for a table.
“Sushi is from Japan.” Sam was quiet for a moment. “I have a vague memory that there’s some Goa’uld named, uh, Amaterasu, perhaps? She’s from a Japanese type culture, I think.”
“Amaterasu is a Goa’uld, and I believe some of the interior of this place resembles her style, so your theory sounds correct.”
“It probably won’t tell you much about the food, except that traditionally they often eat rice, vegetables, and fish.” Sam looked apologetic. “I’m not really the right one to explain about these things.” She again missed Daniel, who would have been able to explain much better. “Anyway, sushi is a type of cooked rice, served with various combinations of other ingredients, in small bite-sized pieces. It’s often made with various kinds of fish or other seafood, and often with seaweed also.”
The line moved relatively quickly, and soon they were taken to a table, and given menus to look at. Sam ordered tea for them both, as well as miso soup, and then sat down to look through the options.
“I have no idea what any of this is,” Martouf admitted.
“Aren’t there English translations somewhere on your menu?” Sam asked, stretching her neck to read his menu.
“Yes, there is a text that is in English, I believe, however, I only recognize a few of the words.”
“Ah, of course!” Sam felt like hitting herself over the head. “I should have realised you wouldn’t know words for more than a few animals and plants, and only for more common food items. I’m guessing you have different words for them, if they even exist.”
“That is my assumption as well. Do not concern yourself, Samantha. My time spent here on this world will be educational in many ways.” He smiled at her.
Sam nodded. “They actually have a great selection here. It’s been a long time since I got to eat sushi - I almost never go out, except with my team, and neither the Colonel nor Teal’c are fond of sushi.” She frowned. “Actually, I think Teal’c feels there is too little food in it, unless he orders so much that people look strangely at him.”
“That makes sense. As a Jaffa, he would need more food than a human of his size.”
“Even a human of his size would need a lot of food!” Sam said, then frowned. “Jaffa need more food than humans? Is that because of the symbiote?”
He shook his head. “It’s not because of the symbiote, even though it does of course require nourishment as well. However, it would be only a small amount more. No, it’s because of the changes that were made to their code of life - it means they are stronger and faster than humans, but it also means their bodies require more sustenance.”
“Hm, interesting.” Sam spotted the waiter on her way to them. “Listen, I’m going to order a selection of different kinds, then you can see what you like.”
“Careful with that!” Sam warned, just as Martouf put a sushi roll in his mouth - after applying a generous amount of wasabi to it.
He got a surprised, then a painful look on his face, then forced himself to swallow the food. He hurriedly grabbed the still very hot tea, and drank from it. He coughed, and almost spewed the tea, but managed to keep it in.
Some of the other guests at the restaurant was looking at him with some mirth, clearly finding his predicament funny. He glared at them through watery eyes, daring them to say anything, then turned to a giggling Sam.
“You could have warned me, instead of allowing me to entertain the rest of the clientele - the green paste is painfully strong!” Martouf said, unhappily.
Sam almost giggled again, at his offended expression. “Sorry,” she finally managed. “But you looked quite funny.” She sobered, putting a hand on his, when she noticed his distressed expression. “Martouf... I am not enjoying your discomfort, it’s just that people always react exactly like you did, when they taste wasabi for the first time, and happen to take a bit more of it than they should have. It’s really very strong.” She sighed. “I did try to warn you.”
Martouf nodded. “I suppose you did.” He smiled, getting a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You are forgiven - though Lantash thinks we should have insisted you make it up to us first, in, ah, other ways...”
“Does he? How would he like me to make it up to you?” Sam said, smiling a little.
“You could wear that nightgown for us...”
“Um, maybe I will... sometime.” Sam flushed a little, thinking about it.
They enjoyed the food and the rest of the evening, before going back to their hotel. Sam insisted she did not need a massage, though when she was lying in her bed, she almost regretted it - her neck and shoulders were still very sore, despite of the hot bath.
She looked towards the other bed, where Martouf and Lantash were lying, sleeping. She had really enjoyed spending time with them, and especially under these more relaxed and private circumstances.
She sighed softly. Today had certainly been an eventful day. This morning had started out just like any other day, but then her life had been turned upside down. She had learned that Martouf and Lantash were still alive and well - but that someone wanted to kill them because of the information they had. She was then sent off on a mission with them, undercover, pretending they were on their honeymoon!
It had felt a little awkward at first, but she had to admit she was enjoying it. Yes, it was not really a vacation, but a potentially dangerous mission - however nothing was stopping them from making it into at least something of a vacation, was there?
This also gave her an opportunity she had thought she would never have - to perhaps get to have a relationship with Martouf and Lantash. She had now admitted to herself she loved them - whether the feelings were all her own or some came from Jolinar no longer mattered to her. She knew the cloned version of Lantash had loved her, and she more than suspected the real one did too. He certainly behaved that way, now and then flirting fairly openly with her.
She blushed, thinking about the nightgown they had picked out for her. Oh, yes, it would look good on her, and she would absolutely let them see her in it - and hopefully they would very quickly take it off her, and take her to bed. She smiled to herself.
A memory from Jolinar came unbidden to her mind, a very erotic memory, and she almost gasped out loud, before she managed to force the memory away. Jolinar had certainly thought Martouf and Lantash were skilled lovers, and as a former System Lord and long-time undercover operative as a Goa’uld, she had a lot of experience to compare them with!
Sam almost considered going to their bed, but she was not sure how they would react if she was that forward. She sighed, and forced herself to relax. This would be a long and frustrating mission if they did not get together.
Eventually, she managed to fall asleep.
She had only slept for a couple of hours, when she was awakened by her phone ringing. After a moment’s confusion, she scrambled for it on the night table, and found it, answering it.
“Is this Major Samantha Carter?”
“Who is this?”
“My name is Richard Flemming. You don’t know me, but I need your help.”
“It’s 1 o’clock in the morning.”
“I know what happened to you. I know about Adrian Conrad.”
“Who are you?”
“They never shut the project down, Major, and now it’s out of control.”
“You have to protect me. They know that I...”
Sam heard screeching and crashing sounds through the phone, and then nothing but a dial tone.
“Hello?” Sam frowned, looking at the cell phone.
Martouf turned on the light, and looked at her, obviously having been awakened by the call. “Who was it?”
“Someone calling himself ‘Richard Flemming’. I have no idea who it is.”
“What did he want?” Lantash asked, having taken over control.
“I’m not sure. He wanted me to look into some project - and he wanted protection, I think. Something happened, and he was cut off.” Sam looked unhappy. “I better call Stargate Command.”
“How did he find the... frequency, for your cell phone?”
“The number to my home phone is listed in the phone books, and calls to it forwards to my cell phone, but you’re right, that’s actually not a good idea right now.”
“No, you should have that changed, so that only those with... clearance, can call me.”
“Very true. It could endanger the mission. They can track me with the cell phone. I don’t know why no one thought of that! I’ll get a new one tomorrow, and then inform the SGC of the number.”
“Why did this... Richard Flemming, call you?”
“He said he ‘knew what happened’ to me, and that he knew about Adrian Conrad.”
“What happened to you? Who is Adrian Conrad?” Lantash asked, curious and worried Sam might somehow be in danger. He really wished he and Martouf had not been gone for so long!
“He could be referring to the fact that I was abducted - they wanted to learn something about how my body chemistry was changed after being host to Jolinar. Or maybe he just meant he knew I had been a host. You see, Adrian Conrad is a very rich and powerful man, but he was suffering from a deadly disease which our doctors couldn’t cure. He had somehow gotten his hands on a Goa’uld symbiote, and he wanted to implant himself with it, in order to have it cure him. However, he first wanted to learn if there was a way to control it, I think, or to remove it after it had cured him.”
“That was foolish!” Lantash snorted. “There is no way for a human to stop a fully mature symbiote from taking control!”
“Yeah, that’s why they wanted to examine me - and they also considered implanting me with the Goa’uld, but I managed to get away, partially because drugs don’t really work the same on me after Jolinar.”
Lantash nodded. “Because of the changes to your body chemistry, from being a host.”
“Yes. Well, he ended up being host to the Goa’uld himself. I better call the SGC and tell them about this. They may want us to return.”
“Did they wish for us to return?” Lantash asked, when Sam had hung up the phone.
Sam shook her head. “No, but I didn’t get hold of the General. It’s after 2 AM there, and he had gone home for the night. I talked to Harriman, who was on night duty, and he felt they would not want us to come back. I gave him all the information I had, and they would contact me again tomorrow morning.” She yawned. “I guess we better get back to sleep, then we’ll see what happens tomorrow.”
Lantash nodded. “Good night, Samantha.”
Lantash and Martouf seemed to fall asleep pretty quickly, and Sam envied them. It took her quite some time before she managed to relax. She had an ominous feeling about that call, but there was nothing she could do about it right now.
It was just after 8 o’clock the next morning when General Hammond called Sam. She and Martouf/Lantash was about to go and eat breakfast, but had not left the room yet, so she could speak freely.
After talking to them for maybe ten minutes, she hung up and turned to Martouf and Lantash. “They’ve done some research on Richard Flemming, and found he’s a competent biologist, working in advanced genetics. About two years ago he took a position with a company that’s owned by Adrian Conrad. Apparently Doctor Flemming learned something he wanted to tell us, but he’s gone missing, and his car was badly damaged in what appears to be an accident...”
“While your ‘cars’ seem quite unsafe, this all sounds as if someone wished this Richard Flemming to disappear,” Martouf said.
“Yeah, that’s what the SGC thinks too. They wanted to send SG-1, but they’re not recalling me, and Colonel O’Neill is in a holding cell right now anyway, so that leaves only Teal’c and Jonas Quinn.”
“Could they not send another team with them, as backup, if they believe two people are not enough?”
“Sure, but the problem is also that they don’t like sending two aliens on a mission on Earth - and I suppose Teal’c and Jonas may very well behave in a way that means people will find them suspicious. Anyway, Hammond told me my dad has volunteered to accompany them, and he’s agreed to that. Anise will be staying on base, keeping Colonel O’Neill and Kanan under observation, and trying to figure out how to undo the programming.”
Martouf nodded. “Jacob, Selmak, and Teal’c should be able to handle the situation. I do not know this ‘Jonas Quinn’, but if he has been accepted onto SG-1, I am certain he must be competent.”
“He is. He’s very intelligent, actually, though the Colonel doesn’t really like him. I suspect that’s mostly because he isn’t Daniel, but I don’t know.”
“O’Neill is a skilled warrior, but he is not the most open and friendly to strangers. At least, to some strangers,” Martouf remarked, remembering some of the confrontations he and Lantash had at times had with O’Neill.
He had felt the other man had begun to open up to him a little after their trip to Netu, but the last time he had seen O’Neill, the Tau’ri had been quite unfriendly. Perhaps O’Neill had already become programmed then? No, that could not be the case - Anise had tested him then.
“I know you and him have not always seen eye to eye,” Sam agreed. “Well, let’s go have breakfast, and then we better get started on the things we’ve got to do before the plane leaves tonight.” She looked thoughtful. “We had better begin to use our cover names, at least when we get started on our ‘honeymoon’. We’ll be using the fake passports, and we don’t want anyone to overhear anything they shouldn’t.”
“I know. It will not be a problem for us to remember, though both Lantash and I find ‘Samantha’ to be a much more beautiful name than ‘Sandra’.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him. “I must admit I prefer ‘Martouf’ and ‘Lantash’ to ‘Martin’ and ‘Lance’ as well. Your real names are very nice, I think.”
“Thank you, Samantha.” He smiled at her, looking very pleased.
“In any case, I don’t think there’s any problems with us using our real names when it’s just the three of us present.” Sam decided.