Always Forgiven, Never Forgotten | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Symbiote speaking.” I’m using bold to represent the echoing voice symbiotes have when they speak.
“Host speaking.”
-Symbiote speaking to host.-
Host speaking to symbiote.
Chapter two: Beloved Host
Malek shifted, stretching his fins and long body as he did so. His back fin could not rise much since his host’s muscles, bone and skin were pressing tightly against him but he could move his two pairs of fins. Louis touched the back of his head as Malek flapped his secondary, paper thin fins and then stretched his long limb like front fins. You feel very strange. Louis thought sleepily as he rolled over pressing his face into his pillow. It’s too early to get up, go back to sleep. Louis instructed.
-I am simply stretching my limbs.- Malek replied as he took control of his host. –I do not wish to go back to sleep, is there anything we can do this morning? Perhaps breakfast and then I would like to explore more of this planet’s surface.-
Are you a morning person? Louis whined as he could do nothing but helplessly watch as Malek sat up exposing their body to the cold air. We can carry on sleeping. There is nothing to do this morning. Lay back down.
-I cannot sleep, I wish to get up and move.- Malek replied as he stood on the nice, warm carpet. Louis groaned at Malek’s stubbornness and instead he dozed off as Malek walked into the bathroom and fiddled with contraptions inside. They were relatively easy to work out and with his hosts help he was easily using the devices in moments. –What should we wear? You have many ‘jeans’, so you must prefer them.- Malek stated as he walked out of the bathroom and looked through the wardrobe and drawers. He picked out a pair of navy blue jeans. –You have a larger variety of shirts than jeans.- Malek noted. –What would you prefer?-
Whatever! Louis groaned sleepily, Malek shrugged and picked up a plain black shirt. Malek took a few minutes to look into the mirror and observe his hosts body. The clothes looked fine, just like he’d seen the other humans wear but he was not experienced in these matter, he’s have to ask his host when the man was awake.
Louis murmured in annoyance as Malek cautiously ‘nudged’ his hosts mind, before sighing. –You do know that I was a base commander for the Tok’ra. My job means I must get up early every morning and go to sleep late. When we return I may have to step into the role before I leave you. You must adjust to the schedule.-
Or I could just carry on sleeping. Louis replied stubbornly, his ‘voice’ clearly tired and annoyed. And since you have no current duties you can head straight back to the bedroom so we can both sleep! He demanded.
-I cannot.- Malek replied, Louis sighed in annoyance and went back to ignoring Malek. Malek merely left the room and satisfied his curiosity by exploring the ‘house’. Malek was impressed by the colour scheme, it seemed that Louis had a good sense of colour, nothing clashed at all. But what had Malek intrigued was the study, there was a device on a wooden desk that Louis’s memories indicated was some sort of device for storing knowledge and communicating with others. Then there were the books, there was at least a hundred on several different topics. When Malek could finally understand his host’s written language he would come back and read many if not all of them. –What would you like for breakfast?- Malek asked his host as he forced himself to leave the room. Louis merely murmured and went back to ignoring Malek. –I know you’re not really asleep.- Malek tried again but Louis was determined to be lazy. With an annoyed sigh, Malek shook his hosts head and entered the ‘kitchen’. Malek picked out the easiest meal he could find in his hosts memories. Something called ‘cereal’, which was some sort of plant made into grain and then flakes. All he had to do was pour the flakes into a bowl and add milk.
Cereal? Could you not think of anything better? Louis asked with distaste as he finally decided to ‘wake up’. He most likely realised that trying to sleep in with Malek as his symbiote was impossible.
Malek mentally snorted. –I have not used your devices yet and I did not wish to do so before I observed you using them. If you dislike cereal so much why is it in your home?- Malek asked.
I don’t get much time to eat in the mornings, cereal is just a quick breakfast, but I do not enjoy it much. Louis replied, annoyance tainting his ‘voice’. I normally have a cooked breakfast in the morning. Louis explained. Malek searched his host’s memories, curious about this ‘cooked breakfast’ that Louis spoke of. But most of the time I go without. Malek understood the last sentence instantly; getting breakfast was extremely rare for him as he was often needed at all times of the day and night.
-But now we have the time. So we shall explore more possibilities for breakfast, perhaps we will discover something that we can have that will not take too long to prepare or eat. That ‘chicken curry yesterday morning was nice.- Malek replied.
That is not really a breakfast. Louis replied completely confusing Malek.
-Then why did we have it and why did you call it breakfast?- Malek asked confusion clear in his ‘voice’.
Because it was our breakfast, instead of making something fresh the cooks used what was left of our evening meals the day before. After all the moment we left there would be no need for food, so they used up what was left. Louis explained.
-I suppose I can understand to a degree.- Malek replied thoughtfully. –Why make anything fresh when there will be no one to eat it all later.-
Exactly. Louis replied.
–Now, what shall we do today? I want to see more of your world and your life, what would you normally be doing?- Malek asked curiously as he placed the empty bowl and spoon in the ‘sink’.
Err, I would read or go on the computer. I go riding regularly too but I’m usually away from home training. Louis replied. We could go riding, it is one of the best ways of seeing some of the views and it is not as noisy as a vehicle. Just don’t tell anyone I ride. He continued. Everyone else prefers vehicles but I like riding on the back of the horse.
-Yet you drive.- Malek thought in reply.
In this world you need a vehicle to get anywhere. Louis replied in annoyance. Though I don’t know how the animals will react to you, or if they’ll be able to tell your there. I guess we could also go out to town and do some shopping, you could see what kind of clothes we wear, the food we eat and just see more people.
-I would like to see more of your people and how you live.- Malek replied honestly. –But I also like the idea of seeing your indigenous creatures and your views. Perhaps we can do one today and another tomorrow. I would also like to explore your world whilst we have the chance. I am used to camping out and I enjoy experiencing a night in the wilderness.- Malek stated enjoying this calm chat with his new host. –Riding right now however would probably not be a great idea. If you do wish to ride, we can ‘tease’ the animals and get them used to my presence. I think I would like to visit ‘town’ and see more of your people.-
Then give me control. Louis asked, Malek automatically receded giving his host control. Let me just get my wallet and then we’ll head out. We’ll have to take the car though. Louis warned, Malek cringed at the thought but silently agreed. The host accepted Malek’s reluctant answer and grabbed a small leather folder and opened it. Inside were several oddly shaped items and there was a lot of metal and paper. The odd shapes are ‘plastic’, they are linked to my ‘bank’ account so I can buy things without having to give them cash directly. The metal and paper is money, the paper is £5, £10 and £20’s, the metal (coins) are 1p, 2p, 5p, 10p, 20p, 50p, £1 and £2. Louis explained sharing his memories on what those figures meant. Once Malek got his head around the figures and calculating the maths he felt relatively confident that he knew what to do, but he would watch his host just to be sure.
Malek forced himself to calm when the approached the vehicle. Louis was happy and confident but Malek could not be so confident, the machine was merely thin metal on wheels and too much power. The only safety the vehicle had was a bag that inflated during a crash and the thin bands that his host called a seat belt. There were no shields, no machines controlling the gravity and the metal was just weak metal, easily bendable and breakable. –You humans are insane.- He murmured to his host as Louis simply climbed in and completed the ‘safety measures’. Louis had the audacity to chuckle out loud as he did the necessary movements to get the ‘car’ moving. Malek tightened against his host’s spine, not quite scared but definitely not comfortable. Louis sensing Malek’s discomfort was determined to try and make the journey quick and easy but he had to stop at many sets of lights. –You obey lights?- Malek asked in confusion as he cautiously poked his mind around his hosts trying to find the answer.
Yes, the lights are for our safety. The red means stop, the amber means ‘get ready’ and the green means go. Though many go at amber, however if they go at red they can be arrested for dangerous driving. The red is used for pedestrians crossing the road or when there is oncoming traffic. Louis explained, Malek took a few moments watching Louis’s memories before sending his acceptance. It is the most effective way to control the hundreds of cars that travel these roads. Louis continued. Malek watched as Louis took in all the different signs, the host seemed to instinctively know what the signs meant but Malek did not ‘have a clue’. Even the white dividing lines on the ‘road’ had many different purposes, they were guidelines but they were also instructions. You’ll get the hang of it after a while. Louis soothed as Malek felt himself vibrate with confusion and frustration.
-I do not think I want to get ‘the hang of it’.- Malek replied. –Is there no better way of travelling?- He asked as they stopped at a roundabout. Louis tried to move but every time he moved forward a car would appear from behind the roundabout. –Should those ‘lights’ not be here too?-
They should but like everything in this world it costs money and no one wants to pay for it. Louis replied. Things like this should be a priority. After all it is basic health and safety. The lights could save many lives. Louis continued passionately.
-So the paper in a pocket is more important than the life of an individual?- Malek asked confused. Surely if lights on a ‘roundabout’ ensured the safety of these crazy people, they would install them but if Louis’s thoughts were correct, safety was worth a ‘small fortune’ of small metal ‘coins’ and paper. –I do not understand your species.- Malek mumbled in annoyance. One minute they could be the most wondrous of people and the next they were evil, more interested in power and ‘money’. –How is it that your military, which are the most violent of your race, show more compassion then the rest? They ‘never leave a man behind no matter the cost’ and yet your race has put a value on the tools needed to ensure your species safety.- Malek stated.
It is more complicated than that. Louis replied.
Malek grumbled. –I will never understand humans, no matter how long I live.- He mumbled in annoyance. –You’re the most suicidal, ‘trigger-happy’, nosy, irritating species in existence.- He continued wiggling in frustration. –And yet for some crazy reason, I still love you and your species and it is not just because I need your bodies to survive.- He added after a moment. –I think I’m going to have to sit down with Martouf and have a very long chat.-
Martouf?
-A fellow Tok’ra and a close friend. He is host to Lantash. Martouf is one of the calmest and most relaxed hosts I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet.- Malek replied. –You will like him, he is a very friendly person, it is Lantash that can be quite… overwhelming. But they are both very good friends. When we can, we will often meet and ‘chill out’.- Malek explained before noticing where they were. Louis had driven into a place where ‘cars’ were parked everywhere. –There is so many.- Malek said in awe. –Just how many humans are there on this planet?- He asked.
Apparently there are at least six billion. Louis replied.
Malek mentally froze. –Six Billion?- He exclaimed. How had so many humans come to be under the Goa’uld noses, how had the system lords not notice the humans breeding to such a scale. –Six billion? How have the system lords not notice?- Malek would have said more but his mind could not wrap around the sheer scale of the human population.
I don’t know why the system lords have never noticed but I’m glad they didn’t. I’d rather not be a slave to those parasites. Louis replied as he drove around hundreds of oddly shaped and coloured vehicles. And six billion is an estimated figure, I think there are millions more but I don’t know the real figure and many people don’t register so some people ‘don’t exist’. Louis explained as he spotted a space between two vehicles. Malek stayed quiet as Louis somehow turned and twisted the vehicle until it sat in the space. Here we are, the shopping centre and town are down this way. There will be hundreds of people here, you can get an idea of the sheer number of us there are. Louis explained as he climbed out, he closed the door and sealed the car before walking over to a strange machine. I have to pay to park. Louis explained as Malek wiggled in confusion. The host put some of his coins into the machine and pressed a large green button. The machine made a strange sound before a flimsy piece of paper was revealed in a small slot. This goes in a small clip against the window in my car, anyone who walks past will know I’ve paid to park.
-Why do you have to pay?- Malek asked curiously.
I’m not entirely sure, I guess it is to get more money out of people. I think that because this land belongs to someone we have to pay to use it. Louis explained. Malek merely sighed, it seemed the humans used all kind of excuses to get each other to ‘cough up the cash’ as it were. Louis unlocked his vehicle and placed the piece of paper inside before relocking his car. Now that is done, let’s go inside. Louis stated as he walked over to a distant building. The building looked small from a distance but as they got closer it dwarfed them. Are you ready? Louis asked confusing Malek. There will be hundreds of people and it will be extremely noisy. He warned before opening the door. Almost instantly the rambling of voices filtered through the door and Malek was overwhelmed by the sheer number of voices talking.
-How do you humans survive in such a noisy and chaotic atmosphere?- Malek asked as Louis walked into the building. They had to weave through crowds of people almost instantly. There were so many that there was little space to move. –How do you know where to go?-
To make sure that they can be seen, shops put ‘signs’ high above their doorways so people can see them. For example that one says ‘Waterstones’, it is a book store and that one says ‘WHSmith’s’ which is a store that sells a majority of things including books, magazines, chocolate, files, games, DVD’s and so on and so forth. I think we’ll head to a clothing store first, you can help me pick out some new clothes, then we can take a look around town before getting some food and leaving. Louis mumbled his mind distracted as he tried to avoid the gathered people. The human knew where he was going but the number of people made his journey ‘next to impossible’ as they all got in the way. Louis had to literally squeeze his way through before he made it to the door and out into the ‘street’. Right. Louis thought before he walked determinedly to a store, Malek could see the sign but to his untrained mind he could not decipher the language, Louis however recognised it as a clothing store.
Inside the store was different to anything Malek knew. In the tunnels they wore only what they were given, their sizes were taken and their requests were noted, they would go away and come back to collect what the designers had made. Their clothes were often made by old scraps of their previous clothes, here on Earth they went all out to design and impress. There were many different coloured clothing and just as many different designs hung out so everyone could touch and see. Louis moved over to some jeans and began picking out the ones he found most attractive. –Do they have to be blue? Are there no browns, blacks or coloured jeans?- Malek asked curiously, Louis immediately obliged by picking up a pair of black jeans. The host checked a white flap inside the clothes and seemed to be pleased with whatever was written on it. Once they had picked Louis approached an alcove in the back of the store, inside this alcove were several ‘changing rooms’. –You have enough blue jeans.- Malek mumbled as Louis pulled on a dark navy pair.
That may be so, but I like these. Louis replied. They are just the right size. He added, before pulling the navy pair off and pulling on the pale blue. The host repeated the action several times until he had tried on every article of clothing they had picked up. Are you happy? Louis asked as he picked up the clothes, the ones he had decided not to keep he left hanging up inside the changing rooms. Malek berated his host for this telling him to be polite and go back to clean up his own mess but Louis ignored Malek and paid for the clothing. They can put the clothes back in place for themselves. Louis replied when Malek had finish ranting about the rudeness Louis displayed. Now, let’s see about shirts.
-And this time, clean up after yourself.- Malek retorted. –Or I will do it for you.- He threatened. Louis sighed but finally agreed as he stepped into another store. Malek said nothing, instead he watched as Louis picked out the shirts and a few jackets. Malek took quite a liking to one of the jackets, it was a strong material with several useful pockets, including one concealed inside. Louis tried on the clothes in the changing rooms and the shirts fit perfectly, but Malek really liked the jacket. –It is perfect! Protective and it conceals things inside, this is something that I could encourage the Tok’ra to include in their clothing, it would be very useful!- Malek stated. –Of course it will have to be very well concealed so that no one can find it, but still it would be very useful.- Louis cleaned up his changing room and hung the unwanted clothes on the clothes hangers outside of the changing rooms before collecting another jacket.
Where next? Louis asked allowing Malek to choose.
Malek poked his mind into his hosts. –I would like to see the variety of shoes and then I would like to see what food your people eat.- Malek replied after a few moments. Louis agreed and immediately walked over to another store. Malek wiggled excitedly as he saw the large variety, there were sandals, something his host called high-heels and trainers and then there were the boots. Malek immediately encouraged his host to touch the boots, so Malek could ‘feel’ the material. –This material is incredibly strong, what is it?- Malek asked.
Leather. Louis replied. Malek poked around Louis memories and paused as he realised that this leather was well treated animal hide. If Louis’s knowledge was correct the ‘hide’ was already natural strong but the humans had devised a way to make the hide incredibly strong.
-If we could, I might have suggested the Tok’ra use this but we do not have the time for such long winded methods. But perhaps if the Tok’ra and your people ever meet we could use this as a bargaining tool, the only problem is, is that this boot is heavy and therefore loud.- Malek mumbled mostly to himself.
You’d be surprised by how light they actually are. Louis replied picking up the pair Malek seemed most interested in. The boots had several straps wrapped around the outside perfect for holding a knife or a small weapon. Louis pulled off his own shoes and pulled the boots on and stood, walking a short distance before turning back and walking back to the seat. The boots made a small sound but nothing too loud. Malek would definitely talk to the counsel about the application of leather in the future. Louis bought the pair he had tried when Malek agreed they were the desired pair. –I’ll take these bags back to the car and then we can come back and look around town before we buy food.- Louis thought to Malek. The host struggled through the crowds to get to the place he called a ‘car park’. He placed the bags into the ‘boot’ of his car and made sure they were sealed and covered before he locked the car and returned to the town.
-I would like to see the variety of books.- Malek thought to his host.
What would you like to read? Louis asked curiously.
-I am not really sure. I would like to learn what you humans have learned about the universe, your world and yourselves. I would also like to see this thing you call ‘fiction’, I am under the impression that fiction is quite a common thing, you human must have great imaginations.- Malek stated. –I cannot read them for myself yet, but I am sure you will not mind translating for me.-
Louis chuckled as he walked into the place he called ‘Waterstones’, the place was filled with books. Okay, this section is the science section, there are books on different theories, chemicals and so on. This section is the language section which tells us all about the different countries of Earth. This is the astronomy section that tells us all about our nearest stars and planets.
-I would like to see that.-
Louis obliged and slowly flicked through the book, pausing on pages to show Malek what he was talking about. Earth is the third planet from the sun, our universe only has nine planets. Pluto the smallest circular objected at the end was once thought of as a planet but they finally classed it as a moon or something like that. First comes Mercury, then Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. I’ve got a similar book at home that you could read later if you wish. Or I could read for you.
-I would like that.- Malek replied as Louis put the book back on the shelf.
The rest of these sections are based on fiction, there is romance, sci-fi which is short for science fiction, crime and so much more. J R R Tolkien is a great author, I’ve read most of his books. His stories are based on ‘Middle Earth’ with imaginary creatures such as beautiful elves, hobbits and wizards. Louis stated showing Malek his thoughts and memories on the books and characters. J K Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series which is also about imaginary creatures and wizards.
-It sounds very interesting. I would like to read or listen to you reading those books, the ideas you humans have astound me. I would like to know more!- Malek replied eagerly.
Louis grinned. I will show you later then?
-Yes.- Malek replied instantly.
Louis smiled and left the store. I fancy some chocolate, I’ll think you’ll like it. Chocolate can contain some caffeine but it is minute compared to coffee. Louis explained as he easily slipped into another store. He walked over to an isle where there were some strange objects that Louis explained were chocolate bars wrapped in foil. The host picked out a few items and then approached a cooler which contained several bottles. You won’t like Lucosade or the others, too much sugar but hopefully you’ll like this. The host thought, confusing Malek. Malek stayed quiet as his host paid for the items and left the store, he could feel his hosts desire for the objects inside the bag they now carried but the host did not stop until they were somewhere more peaceful than the crowded town centre. Tell me what you think. The host instructed once they were sat.
Malek watched warily as his host peeled back the ‘foil’ to reveal a brown coloured bar. Louis eagerly took a bite and sugar assaulted both their senses. Malek almost told the host off for consuming so much sugar, but instead he quietened. It was enjoyable and Malek could deal with the effects it had on the body. Arguably he could do the same with coffee, but unlike chocolate, coffee was not enjoyable at all. –I like it.- Malek stated, Louis smiled and consumed the rest of the bar, before taking a sip of the drink he had bought. Again the drink was sweet but enjoyable so Malek did not complain and simply enjoyed the ‘taste’ as he went to work dealing with the overload of sugar.
I think we’ve done enough for today, shopping can be very overwhelming for first timers. Louis thought aware of how uncomfortable Malek was. The host could tell that Malek whilst enjoying himself was constantly aware of the crowds and noise. I need to shop for food but once that’s done we can head home and relax. Louis stated. Malek sent his agreement , quite happy for Louis to make the decisions after all the host knew more than he did. Louis walked into a store that seemed cooler than the other stores, the shop was full of ‘fridges and freezers’ keeping the food cool and preserved. You enjoyed the chicken but I’ll let you try it fresher than it was yesterday. Louis thought as he picked up a bag of frozen chicken and put it into the basket he had picked up. The host continued to talk about sauces, herbs, other meals and drinks but Malek could not keep up because he didn’t know what the host was talking about.
Malek was surprised that he was so relieved to see the car. The host stuck the bags into the backseat and boot before climbing into the driver’s seat. They both let out sighs of relief, one aloud and one mentally before Louis activated the vehicle and took them both home. Malek relaxed fully once the front door was closed behind them, his small form loosening from around Louis’s spine. Louis visibly relaxed too as he carried the bags into the kitchen. He immediately put the food away into their designated spots before taking their new clothes to their bedroom. The host walked back downstairs to the place he called a ‘living room’, his eyes focused on the ‘view screen’ that he had been watching the night before. Since you’re interested in my species imaginations why don’t we watch a movie, I think it is when our imaginations are at our best. We come up with some amazing things. There is Star Wars, which is a sci-fi movie with force shields, robots, clones and laser swords. Then there is Jurassic park, which is about cloning and re-birthing an extinct species, the dinosaurs. Terminator is about robots and time travel.
-What would you prefer to watch?- Malek asked curiously.
Let’s watch Terminator. Louis finally thought after a short while of thinking. The host immediately switched the machinery on and opened the Terminator box to reveal a disk, which no doubt contained the information about ‘Terminator’. Louis opened a draw on one of the smaller machine, the draw had a circular indentation which was clearly there to hold the disk. Louis put the disk in and pushed the draw closed. It took several moments but the view screen lit up with an image which Louis navigated with some kind of controller. Louis leant back, his eyes focused on the screen as it played a sequence of images.
-So.- Malek thought afterwards. –The machines took over Earth and destroyed the humans, the only people left were the ‘rebels’ who’ve managed to send one of their own back to stop Sarah Conner being killed by a robot.-
Yes.
-You humans have a crazy imagination.- Malek finally thought after a few moments. –Can anyone actually fight like that?- He asked, disbelief clear in his voice as he remembered some of the stunts the characters had somehow pulled off.
I’m not sure, I guess some of them could but I think some are more fake than others. Louis replied. To be honest, the more ‘cooler’ a fight scene is the better we like it. He added. And if the guy had the picture because of her son, doesn’t that mean he’s her grandson or something?
-He could be a friend of her son’s I suppose.- Malek thought. –But it is rather confusing.-
Sometimes movies end with confusing endings so that you need to go to the sequel to see what happens next. Louis replied with a smile. How about some lunch? And then we could read if you like? Louis paused for a moment his mind tingling with confusion. If you can share my knowledge and memories why have you not yet learned to read?
-I could translate the pages via your memories.- Malek confessed. –But it is not the same as learning for myself, I could teach you about the Goa’uld from my memories and knowledge but it is not the same as seeing or meeting them for yourself. I like to learn from experience and share my knowledge with my hosts.- Malek explained passionately. –However I do not wish to learn to read at the moment, I would enjoy it if we could explore your… ‘neighbourhood’. I hope it is less crowded than the ‘town’.- Malek stated.
Well, there is a really nice park not far from here, it’s well kept, they’ve let a small woodland grow on their land and there is wildlife. Would you like to go there? Louis offered. It will give you a chance to see the native plants and animals, it is very quiet and relaxing. Malek immediately sent his acceptance his small body squirming with excitement. Louis chuckled amused by Malek’s antics as he walked into his kitchen. The host took a few minutes to decide what to make. Malek watched curiously as Louis moved over to a cupboard and picked out a can. The host then opened a draw and pulled out a strange tool, the tool had two handles that squeezed together to hold something in place. Louis slipped the tool over the can and placed the edge of the can into a small ‘lip’ of the tool before clamping down and securing the tool in place. There was a small handle sticking out of the strange tool that Louis turned. Malek watched in curiosity as a line began to appear around the can lid. There is a very sharp blade, hidden at the end of the tool which cuts open the metal can. Louis explained.
-It is of strange design.- Malek thought in reply as Louis pried the tool and the can’s lid off and put them to the side. The host then collected a bowl before pouring the can’s contents inside. The liquid seemed lumpy and had a strange pinkish colour. –What is this?- Malek asked curiously as Louis approached a box. The box looked like nothing special but Louis was heading directly for it. There was a small door at the front of the machine, Louis pulled it open and the inside lit up. He put the bowl inside and closed the door, once the bowl and its contents were sealed inside, the host pressed a series of buttons. The machine activated suddenly and Malek watched rapt, wondering what the machines purpose was.
It is chicken soup, I’m just micro-waving it so I can eat it. Louis stated.
-Micro-waving?- Malek answered curiously.
It is a quick and easy way to cook but using micro-waves. I guess you can call it radiation. The microwave heats the contents inside it. Louis explained. The ‘radiation’ isn’t dangerous it just quickens the cooking process. Malek accepted his hosts answer but still it un-nerved him that humans were using radiation to cook food. The machine bleeped and Louis approached it, carefully pulling out the bowl. The bowl was warm, bordering on hot. Louis grabbed a spoon and some bread before sitting at the kitchen table.
Malek was not sure what to expect with this ‘chicken soup’, but almost immediately he liked it, it was warm and delicious. The only downside was the fact that his hosts race liked to add to their food. Malek immediately set to work destroying the unwanted chemicals and additives.–This is very good.- Malek informed his host. Louis smiled as he ripped up some bread and dunked it into the soup before eating. Malek and Louis sat in companionable silence, enjoying the food before Louis leaned back and relaxed patting his stomach in pleasure. –Your species food is thoroughly enjoyable.- Malek stated.
I’m glad you like it. Louis replied as he finally stood and moved to the sink. The host silently washed up the bowl up alongside the tools he used and put them away before binning the can and its lid. Do you still want to go out? Louis asked curiously.
-Yes, very much so.- Malek replied eagerly. –Unless you wish to wait and do so another day.-
No, I’m happy to go out. Louis replied as he raced upstairs. He grabbed his new jacket and pulled out the label, Malek was rather pleased with Louis’s choice. The host picked up his keys and left the house, closing the door securely behind him.
Malek was not focused on this however, his attention was riveted on the street. He had never seen such a place, the ‘road’ was a solid dark grey or black with white highlight’s to control the traffic. The houses were all white walled on the outside, the roofs were a reddish colour and ever house had a unique and ‘dainty front lawn’. It seemed that all humans had a sense of pride and broadcasted it by ‘perfecting’ their looks and the looks of their homes. Different coloured animals made strange ‘barking’ sounds as the jumped up and danced around the humans, small children were playing under the watchful eye of their parents and responsible neighbours. –This looks like a very peaceful ‘road’ or ‘street’.- Malek thought his small heart-warming at the sight, it had been many decades since he had seen such a beautiful sight of care-free children laughing and playing.
It is. Louis replied quietly as he walked down the road smiling politely to his ‘neighbours’. Everyone is very nice and we all try to help each other out, it is a really nice community.
-Yes, it almost reminds me of the Tok’ra tunnels. How everyone supports each other, we do it because we are brethren and we must stick together. But it is nice to see that such trust and friendship can extend beyond the bonds of family.- Malek replied. –The Tok’ra find it hard to trust anyone new other than our new hosts, the only ones we can trust our ourselves. The fear of betrayal and our deaths mean we just cannot afford anyone to know of us until we learn to trust them with our lives. Even then our trust is fragile, which is why we cannot reveal ourselves to your people. You may trust them but I cannot, my people’s lives depend upon me keeping silent.- Malek explained.
Perhaps you can overcome the fear and learn to trust us and us you. If what you say is true and the Tok’ra are dying, you need all the friends you need. We may be ‘primitive’ but we are still a formidable force, we could help. Louis replied.
-Perhaps, I will tell the rest of the council of this when I see them.- Malek stated thoughtfully. –They will be hesitant but I will speak on your people’s behalf. That is if they allow me back on the council.- Malek stated.
Why wouldn’t they let you back on?
-A number of things. They may believe me dead, that I am an imposter. They may believe I am compromised by you and that I cannot be trusted. If they hear about how I joined you they may believe me to be a shol’va. A traitor to the Tok’ra cause.-
What do you mean?
-I did not ask your permission to enter you and the fact that you were clearly unwilling at the beginning paints me in an unfavourable light. It will not matter to them that I eventually gained your permission to blend the only thing that will only matter is that you were an unwilling host. Even if I told them you were unconscious and that I joined to save your life it will not matter. I will still be a shol’va.- Malek stated. –But I am willing to face those accusations because they are true. You were unwilling and you still desire to separate from me in the future. My position within the council may be gone and that is a price I am willing to pay.-
They will judge you harshly for saving my life?
-No they will judge me harshly for entering you without your permission. The Goa’uld take hosts against their will and we Tok’ra reject everything to do with the Goa’uld. As a result we do not take hosts, we ask hosts and share with our hosts, to suppress or to harm a host in anyway is considered the greatest evil among our people. My actions will not be forgiven easily, if at all.- Malek replied. –It is considered our most sacred law. ‘Never take an host without permission.’ The penalty for my actions could be death.-
What! Your own people would kill you? Louis asked in disbelief.
-Yes, I will be a shol’va. If I live I will be hated by my people for a long time to come, if I die I will be known as the symbiote who betrayed the Tok’ra ideals.- Malek replied.
Then do not tell them how we blended.
-They will ask how I lost my host.-
Then don’t let them know I was unwilling. Tell them your previous host asked me and I accepted, but only if a new host was found eventually. I did not agree to blend with you just so you could die later. Louis snapped.
-You wish for me to lie to my brethren?- Malek asked shocked. –It is not something I would normally consider doing, why would I lie to the people that I trust the most?-
Trust? They’re willing to kill you if they find out what you did. Louis ranted. They don’t need to know I was unwilling. I was willing in the end, just tell them that whilst I accepted you it was still a shock and it took you some time to help me adjust to becoming a host. I did not save you from death just to condemn you from death. Louis stated passionately.
Malek tightened around his host’s spine, ‘hugging’ his host as his small heart pounded with happiness. Louis was willing to lie to protect him, it may not have seemed like much but it was a huge leap for Louis who had been terrified of Malek only a day before. –Thank you.- Malek stated. –I cannot tell you what it means to me when you tell me when you talk like this. I know I’m not that welcome to you, but thank you for showing such compassion and kindness.- Louis flushed embarrassed at Malek’s words but his mind was warm, Malek would dare to say it was ‘caring’.
I was unconscious, I could not have answered you. You saved my life, even if I was not initially happy, I am grateful now. Louis replied, his ‘voice’ shy but passionate. Louis glanced about his eyes searching the large park and trees for any witnesses. Do you want to take control?
-You will let me have control?- Malek asked incredulously, he had not expected that offer at all, especially outside of Louis’s home.
Yes.
-Thank you.- Malek replied his mind warming with gratefulness and love towards his host. –Lower your head and close your eyes.- Louis obeyed instantly and Malek surged forward, with his hosts eyes closed no one could tell Malek had taken control.
Have a look around and explore. Louis suggested. No one will bother you whilst you’re in the woodland, most stick to the grass.
Malek took Louis’s suggestion and walked into the forest. It would give Malek time to adjust to his host’s body and learn his host’s natural movements. Malek paid attention to his host’s steps, making sure he left no obvious footsteps. Louis’s mind poked at his in curiosity. –We Tok’ra have to avoid being followed especially on our base planets so we make sure that no one can follow our trail by destroying our footsteps.- Malek explained. It took a while to perfect his methods because the clothing his host was wearing were not built for silence and stealth. Once he had learned how to disguise his hosts movements he relaxed and focused on the forest. He touched the trees and cautiously stepped over logs and large roots. The wood had not seemed that large originally but Malek had managed to walk quite far before he came across some deer. The animals were unaware of Malek and Louis because they were down wind and silent.
Wow. Their beautiful, I’ve never been this close to a wild animal before. Louis thought.
-It can be done, all it takes is a heightened awareness of self and the environment.- Malek explained lowering himself to the ground so that he and his hosts could watch the animals for a little while. The deer strolled past slowly, completely unaware of their rapt audience as they fed on the rich grass and plants before them. Louis relaxed happy to enjoy watching the animals but Malek’s attention was caught on the smaller mammals. Several ‘squirrels’ were dancing above them on the tree branches, birds flittered about singing wondrous tunes that Malek listened to eagerly, even the bugs fascinated Malek. Malek followed the deer for a little while watching how they moved and what they did before he followed a squirrel, Louis laughed as he chased a small rodent and Malek was chuckling as well. –It has been a long time since I could just relax, explore and play like this.- Malek confessed as he smiled.
Then we can do this again. Louis replied. We have forests and grand wildlife parks all across America that we could go to and camp out in, if you’d like but we would have to be more careful then we are now. There are bears, cougars, snakes and other dangerous creatures. Louis replied.
-I would like that.- Malek replied before he followed a small animal that Louis called a fox. The small animal was glancing around warily a small dead mammal in its mouth. Louis gasped as a series of loud squeals echoed through the wood and Malek wiggled in excitement as three small ‘cub’s appeared running around the ‘vixen’. Malek and Louis watched in fascination as the Vixen laid the food down and the small cups fed. The vixen watched carefully over her cubs, her attention never wavering not even for a moment. Malek carefully lay low, barely moving so as not to disrupt and scare the family. –Their adorable.- Malek thought when the cubs began playing, tumbling around and over each other. Every strange sound had them pausing, Louis was laughing as two of the three froze, one was lying down with its head cocked to the side whilst the biggest stood over its sibling with an ear in its mouth. They stayed still for a few moments and then they were at it again.
Malek stayed out for several hours before the sky went dark, foretelling rain. Once they were out of the wood Malek receded back more happy and relaxed than he had ever been in a long time. Louis was also rather cheerful as he walked back home. He smiled at the neighbours that were still out and whistled as he walked up to his front door and unlocked it. The host strolled into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk before slipping into his living room and switching on the ‘television’. Symbiote and host sat in comfortable peace, playfully arguing with each other over what ‘programme’ to watch and what the actors were supposed to be doing.
Louis was so relaxed that Malek wondered just how much stress his host was carrying around and why Louis had not tried a relaxing walk in the woods before. Malek had a lot of work before him if he wanted Louis to be more relaxed with who he truly was, not what the rest of his race wanted him to be. Louis allowed Malek to take control through some parts of the food preparation for dinner, he carefully instructed Malek on what and how to prepare the foods before him. Malek was fascinated by all the different tools and methods that the humans used, each machine had a specific function. Louis carefully explained what each machine was and how they worked. After a few cautious attempts Malek was confident that he would be able to use them on his own.
Malek. Malek hummed in reply, his mind stroking his hosts letting Louis know that he was listening. Why have you not had time to relax like today? Surely even the Tok’ra understand that operatives need a break!
-Yes they do, but our lives are in constant danger, even when off duty we are on high alert. So in a sense we never have time to relax, we have to keep looking ‘over our shoulders’.- Malek replied. –I think this is one of the first times I ever been able to truly relax.- He admitted a moment later.
Then we’ll definitely do more of it, whilst you’re with me. Louis replied. The host cleaned up his plate and utensils before leaving the kitchen and venturing into his ‘study’. Now, which book would you like to read? Lord of the rings? Harry Potter? Or do you just wish to study the astronomy books I have? Their pretty basic but they’d give you an idea about our part of the universe. Lord of the Rings can be a hard read for beginners, the hobbit might be better for us right now if you want to read fiction.
-I would like to read some fiction… I am interested in your people’s imaginations.- Malek replied. –Your mind, ‘television’ and music is fascinating.- Malek continued wiggling with excitement. –Will you read it?-
Well I was actually reading it before we met, but I can start from the beginning again. Louis replied as he picked up the book. Malek took in the title and carefully analysed the letters using Louis’s memories to associate the letters and word with spoken word. Louis waited patiently for Malek until Malek sent his host the ‘okay’. Louis smiled and flipped to the first page. In a hole in the ground…
“Malek.” Malek sighed softly pressing his hosts head into the neck of his companion. “Absolutely beautiful.” His companion murmured as strong arms wrapped around his hosts thin waist. Malek reciprocated bring his hosts small hands up to grip the man’s shoulders. Large, gentle hands slipped down to cup Malek’s hosts ass. He heard his host squeak as Malek moved closer, pressing their body closer to their companion. “You are so beautiful, I am glad to have you in my arms.” The other symbiote stated as he moved Malek and his host back. Malek had an idea about where they were heading but the feel of soft furs on the back of his host’s legs confirmed it. They fell to the bed, their companion crawling over them as dark eyes lecherously looked up and down their body. “I cannot believe you’re ours.” The host whispered into their ear, Malek heard his host gasp in surprise and felt their shared mind fill with love and joy.
Maleks host moaned as talented and experienced fingers explored his host’s body. Malek lifted one of his host’s hands from the man’s shoulders to stroke the man’s cheek. “Delek.” He whispered. “Sebastian.” The man smiled, his hands gently caressing his hosts body as she whimpered silently in their shared mind.
“My beautiful Misha, Malek.” Sebastian replied, his mouth near their ear, his breath teasing their skin with every breath. Malek wrapped his host’s arms around the man’s shoulders hugging the man to them. Sebastian slipped an arm beneath Misha’s small waist holding her to him. Malek lunged forward and using his strength, he managed to push Delek and Sebastian onto their back. Sebastian arched an eyebrow and Malek could see Sebastian was struggling to hold Delek back.
Malek chuckled darkly as he leaned forward straddling his, her partner. Sebastian eagerly met Misha’s lips as Malek leaned forward, Misha’s hands slid down to skim Sebastian’s skin with light teasing touches. Sebastian returned the touches; his large hands caressed Misha’s full body. Malek chuckled out loud even as Misha moaned in their shared minds. His hosts smaller hands grabbed at his wrists, Sebastian allowed them to pin his hands by his head. “Keep them there.” Malek instructed. Sebastian nodded, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and desire. Malek smiled as he moved his host’s lips to Sebastian’s neck, he teased the sensitive skin with lips, tongue and teeth. Sebastian whimpered but kept his hands where they were. Malek smiled at this as he moved his hosts hands down along Sebastian’s torso and to the man’s hips. Malek followed his host’s hands downwards, teasing Sebastian’s skin with her mouth.
“Hmm, Malek.” Sebastian groaned his fingers twining with the furs beneath him; Malek chuckled as he tightened his host’s delicate fingers around Sebastian’s hips to keep the man still. Malek snickered against Sebastian’s skin his host’s lips skimming tauntingly over Sebastian’s nipples; the man arched his fingers tightening around the furs his fingers turning white. I bet he is barely restraining Delek from taking over. Misha murmured, giggling as Sebastian moaned before giggling confirming Malek and Misha’s suspicion that Delek was squirming in frustration. Malek smirked and moved lower listening to Sebastian’s breath hitch as he realised what Malek intended. With a gentle hand, Malek gripped his intended target, Sebastian moaned at the sudden touch before crying out as Malek took the man’s most sensitive place into his mouth. “Malek, Misha!” Sebastian cried out as Malek showed off his and his female host’s talents.
Sebastian endured the torture his hands never moving from beside his head but Malek could see how white the man’s fingers were. Delek would surface soon and take charge which was Malek and Misha desired. Malek tore himself away from his treat and slowly slid up his lover’s body as the man moaned. “Malek.” He complained. Malek chuckled his host’s mouth moving to Sebastian’s neck, tasting the sweat slicked skin. Gentle teasing fingers slid beneath Sebastian’s neck, carefully scratching the skin Delek lay beneath, and they felt Delek squirm beneath their fingertips.
Strong fingers gripped Misha’s arm in a tight grip and they both realised that Delek had taken control. He twisted them around so Malek and Misha lay beneath him and his host. Malek receded with a grin allowing his host to come to the fore. Misha gave the other symbiote a sheepish grin even as she continued to torment the skin on the back of Sebastian’s neck. Delek groaned and hid his face between Misha’s shoulder and neck. “You tease.” He murmured as he kept still trying to hold off his arousal but Misha was having none of it. She gripped his shoulder hard and with her free hand she gripped his most sacred place, Delek gasped almost collapsing on them, his arms shook as he tried to keep himself up. “Misha. Malek.” Delek stated and they heard the desperation in his voice.
“Let go.” Misha instructed, dark eyes met hers, the trust and love in his gaze did not go un-noticed. Misha blushed her gaze lowering and the suddenly Delek was everywhere, his fingers skimming her body, his tongue lapping at her skin desperate to taste all she had to give. Malek could feel his host getting closer and closer to the edge, she wiggled beneath their lovers hands and Malek could hear her begging for more, begging Delek to end the torment. Delek groaned close to the edge himself and then….
What the fuck! Malek flinched and suddenly Delek and Sebastian were gone. He moved into consciousness trying to feel for his host but Misha was no-where to be seen. Where was his beloved host? Where was she? What was that about? The eerily familiar voice asked and suddenly the memories crushed Malek’s mind. He remembered being sent to Ra’s fleet, he remembered the humans, the Tau’ri, the first ones. He remembered his beloved Misha’s death and how he took his new host. Malek? Louis asked more quietly this time, his voice reeking with concern.
Malek sighed. –Just give me a moment.- He requested, trying to calm his racing heart. He had half expected this but to have such a passionate dream about his beloved host and his past love, it was heart breaking. He felt ‘broken’ and ‘incomplete’. Even though he had often had male hosts, Misha had been one of his most beloved. She had shown him that love, courage and trust could thrive anywhere and she had revealed his ‘feminine’ side. Her loss was perhaps one of the hardest he had. She had not needed to die, she was so young, merely one hundred and eighty years old. She still had so much to live for, but they had been found out, he would never forget how Ra talked of her as if she was a possession. Nor would he forget.
Malek.
-I’m sorry.- Malek replied. –I was dreaming of my previous host and our lovers. Forgive me if I caused you discomfort.- He stated his voice emotionless.
Who was that?
-Delek and his host Sebastian.- Malek replied dutifully.
Their Tok’ra? Malek hummed his ascent to the host. What will happen when they find out you’re with me. They won’t expect me to…
-I’ve been mates with Delek for some time.- Malek replied. –We first joined as male mates as we both preferred male hosts. Our hosts have always been willing to continue the relationship, but every new host has a right to decide whether we continue the relationship or not. But you need not worry, the relationship we had ended long before I infiltrated Ra’s fleet.-
What happened?
-It is not something I am willing to discuss.- Malek replied bluntly. –Go back to sleep, dear host. Do not trouble yourself with my memories this night.- Malek soothed. –I will awake you when morning comes.- Malek carefully took control making Louis’s eyes shut before releasing the right chemicals to make Louis sleep. The moment Louis was asleep Malek stood. He would not be able to sleep now, not with Misha haunting him with his past love. Instead he wandered to the window and sat on the windowsill as he cautiously opened the curtains to look up at the moon. He wondered if Delek even missed him or whether the power hungry symbiote was too busy trying to grab his seat within the council. It would not have surprised him, the loving Delek he had once known was gone.
Malek sighed his head lowering, sadly. –Has anyone even noticed me missing?- He thought but he knew the truth. Once a Tok’ra did not report on their deadline, they were presumed missing, lost or dead and that was it. They could not afford to send rescue parties or scouts, they would just leave him on his own and hope he survives. Malek was saddened by these thoughts of his but in a way he was grateful for the opportunity he had been gifted. He had been given a chance to relax, explore and learn, if only he had not had to pay with Misha’s life. Still she had asked him to live his life to the full and love again, he would try his hardest for her. For his beloved host.
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