Close Encounter by Ilaaris

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks are intended. No copyright infringement is intended. But I own this story line and the rest of the characters of this story. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Spoiler: 1 – 7 (However, I ignored the episode "Pretense" in my story)

Rating: PG-13

Category: Action/Romance

Pairings: Klorel/Skaara – other

Summary: Klorel gets a new Goa'uld assistant and is quite pleased. Will he find out the truth in time?

AN: I hope that there aren't too many spelling mistakes in it. (Although reading it several times and yes, I used a word processor that has a spell checking feature… I really did my best to avoid any mistakes. However, English is not my native language.) So be kind and ignore them or inform me in the nicest possible way:)

"Tok'ra/Goa'uld 'talks' to host"

host 'talks' to symbiote

random thoughts

Prologue

home planet of Apophis

The sun was shining through the glass of the big window and the golden walls were sparkling in the sunlight. The rubies and emeralds that decorated Klorel's throne were reflecting the light. It was a fairly beautiful impression.

However Klorel didn't notice it. He was sitting on his throne and was starring out of the window but he wasn't looking at something specific. It was just another boring day. There were no more tasks to take care of and Klorel had no idea what he should do, because Apophis' minor Goa'ulds usually work all the day and don't have much free time. So having free time was nothing Klorel was used to and he certainly wasn't very fond of this experience.

"Three weeks!" Klorel thought. "Three incredible boring weeks! I only wish that I would have some more tasks to do. I hate to sit around like this."

He stood up and began to walk around in the large room. Since the Tau'ri had destroyed the two Goa'uld mother ships of his father in the orbit around Earth, Apophis didn't speak much with his son anymore.

"Apophis thinks that this defeat is my fault. That is why the other Goa'uld servants now carry out my tasks. He certainly is thinking that I'm incompetent. I must find a way to regain his trust," Klorel thought bitterly.

However, in the meantime you could take advantage of the situation and enjoy your free time. There are so many things you could do… As usually, Klorel ignored the voice in his head.

"Walking around really seems to be my only activity," Klorel sighed some minutes later and stopped. He absently starred at the 350 hieroglyphs on the left wall and the 410 on the right. During the last three weeks he had counted the little signs six times.

"I really can't believe that I'm going to do this," the Goa'uld prince murmured to himself. "So Skaara, what precisely did you mean with your earlier comment?" he finally asked his host.

Some months later…

current Tok'ra home world
(Planet name will not be mentioned…due to a request of the Tok'ra chief of security)

"I just spoke with Sina. They weren't able to find a host for Selena. If no suitable host can be found within the next 36 hours, she will die," Martouf informed Selmak.

"We cannot let that happen, Martouf. However, I have an idea. We haven't asked the Tau'ri yet. I will go and speak to the High council in order to get the permission to travel to the Tau'ri," Jacob responded and left the infirmary.

Martouf starred at the sleeping, elderly woman before him. "I hope that the Tau'ri have a host for her," Lantash said to Martouf. Yes, Lantash, yes. I also hope that our friend will survive.

"Despite the circumstances I'm looking forward to travel to the Tau'ri. They have a rather nice planet," Lantash stated.

You mean that you are looking forward to see Samantha. Martouf smirked.

A few minutes later Martouf heard some noises from the entrance. Jacob had returned.

"Martouf, kree. The High council has agreed to my plan to travel to the Tau'ri. Let's go," the Tok'ra/Tau'ri liaison reported hastily and so they headed for the transportation rings.

The two men went as fast as they could towards the Chaapa'ai and Jacob began to dial. Martouf took out the GDO and startled. What was the correct sequence of numbers? 235 631 334 or 235 631 343?

"235 631 343" Lantash reminded him. Thank you, Lantash. Martouf entered the code.

"What a primitive device. Martouf, imagine this: you are running towards the Stargate because you are being hunted by Jaffa, Alkesh bombers are chasing you and you must enter this extra-long number without an error…Tau'ri technology is so… it is quite prehistoric."

Lantash, just don't say anything like this to Colonel O'Neill, okay? Martouf pleaded.

However, Lantash only whistled innocently in Martouf's head.

Martouf sighed and he followed Jacob through the Stargate. The first thing he saw when his sight returned was Samantha. She stood beside General Hammond and the remaining members of SG-1. Marouf's mood was getting better and better and he smiled warmly. Almost the same second Samantha, also known as Captain Carter, was smiling too and in the back of Martouf's head, Lantash noticed an icy look from Colonel O'Neill. Not that he cared about it.

A few minutes later they were all sitting around the table in the briefing room and Jacob was explaining the reason for the Tok'ras' visit on Earth.

"As Jacob just told you, Selena has not much time left," Selmak stated. Everyone was looking very serious.

"They know how grave the situation is," Marouf internally said to Lantash.

"Yes, they do understand it, except for Colonel O'Neill. He is far more interested in his pen."

Martouf unobtrusively looked in the direction of Colonel O'Neill, who was playing with his pen. The Colonel was taking the little writing device apart, in order to fix it again and then to take it apart again.

Come on, Lantash. That's not fair, you know his personality.

Lantash snorted mentally.

I'm sure he is worried about Selena's life. He is just good at hiding his emotion. Dr. Jackson once mentioned that, remember?

"Mart…"

No Lantash, I'm remembering the conversation with Dr. Jackson correctly. He said O'Neill not Teal'c.

"Okay, perhaps you are correct," Lantash murmured although he wasn't very convinced.

Lantash, I'm correct. You must learn to get along with him. Don't forget the Tau'ri are our friends and we cannot risk offending one of their representatives.

"Ok. By the way, I can be a good diplomat, Martouf."

Lantash's host wisely decided not to respond to the last statement of his companion and decided to pay more attention to the discussion.

"Selena is a good companion. She always cares a lot about the well-being of her host," Selmak was still speaking.

So Martouf decided to take a glass with water and sipped at it, while Lantash was sarcastically wondering how O'Neill was able to fix his writing device for the eighth time since O'Neill was known among the Tok'ra for his dislike of any kind of technology.

"A week ago SG-1 was on a mission abroad. Their mission was to gather some artifacts from a dig site. However, in one of the vessels had been a Goa'uld symbiot. A worker had been taken over and fortunately SG-1 managed to track the Goa'uld down." General Hammond informed the two Tok'ra some minutes later.

"However, before the Goa'uld could be captured he managed to hurt a civilest. She has been brought here, due to security measures, but we will not be able to save her life. Receiving a symbiote would be her only chance of survival. We will ask her," General Hammond continued and stood up. "By the way, her name is Isabel."

to be continued…