Lantash

Nightmares

-Lantash-

Narim gives me control as he leaves. I head over to the river, which is where I was headed in the first place, and stop when I realize something is wrong. However I have no idea what it is.

Something is wrong with...the sound. Yes, the sound is off. That makes no sense. I'm not starting to go insane am I?

No, I feel it too, Narim thinks. There is sound missing. It just stopped.

Missing sound. I realize he is right. It's not people either it's...the water... I step closer and look into it, and see that I was right. The water has stopped flowing.

Though I feel a sense of dread, I fill my bucket, and walk away as if everything is normal. Narim and I will gather as much water as we can before this is discovered.

"The water stopped!" yelled a man after he took a look at the river and ran off, probably to get something to gather water.

That wasn't very smart of him.

I find Samantha and Pete where I left them. "It's safer in the room," I say, and realize they started in that direction when they saw me. We walk quickly, and already behind us are the sounds of fighting.

-Narim-

Days have certainly been more eventful since Samantha and Pete arrived, though I doubt they had anything to do with the water stopping.

It's night now, and almost everyone is asleep, including Lantash. He's dreaming about Martouf's death.

Martouf and he are in the gateroom looking forward to the Tok'ra/Tau'ri alliance. Lantash becomes alarmed when Martouf quietly takes out a weapon. Martouf, what are you doing?

Martouf makes no reply, and quietly stands there.

Martouf?...Martouf, respond...Martouf!

Lantash feels a dread of panic, attempts to take over his host...and fails. Martouf, you must regain control. Fight this! He feels and sees as Martouf starts shooting at people, and they shoot back. Lantash ever so briefly thinks on how the bullets are much more painful than he imagined. Martouf, listen to me. Fight this! Take control!

Failed the mission, is Martouf's response, and Lantash feels sick when he realizes his host is close to overloading the weapon.

Martouf!

I don't want to die. Martouf's thoughts are almost a whisper.

Good, then fight it.

I'm going to die.

No, you're not going to die. Fight this, and everything will be fine.

I don't want to die like this. Martouf fights for control, and knows he is losing. The weapon will make it painful and gory. I don't want you to die like this. He looks to Samantha who's pointing a zat'nikatel at them. Both host and symbiote vaguely realize they have already been shot once.

Kill me, Martouf thinks. "Samantha?"

Samantha looks like she's in pain for what she is about to do.

Martouf continues to stare at her, fighting his own hand. I'm sorry. Lantash, I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. Our death will bring the Tok'ra and Tau'ri together.

A noble cause.

Yes, Martouf.

Lantash, I- Martouf is scared, but even in that moment refused to fully admit it.

The zat'nikatel was fired, and the electricity was coming towards them.

You're not alone.

Thank you, Martouf thought to both Lantash for his words, and towards Samantha for firing.

Martouf, I-

The next thing Lantash knows is he is in a stasis chamber, and Martouf was gone.

The dream starts over again, and I am glad I am not sleeping.

"Narim?"

It seems Samantha is also awake. I look towards her. "Samantha."

"I noticed one of you seems to always been awake."

"It's a nice ability the Tok'ra have."

"When he is asleep, does it feel like before you joined?"

I shake my head. "I see his dreams. Right now he's-" Suddenly I see and hear nothing, and realize Lantash took control in his sleep. Um, Lantash?

I feel a shake, and Lantash opens my eyes. "Martouf," he says quietly.

"What happened?" Samantha asks.

-Lantash-

"Samantha?" I say, confused. I realize I'm in control, and give it to Narim.

"Lantash took control in his sleep," I hear Narim say.

I did? Sorry.

It is understandable considering the dream you were having. Narim smiles to Samantha. "I think I will go to sleep now that Lantash is awake. Good night, Samantha."

"Good night, Narim," Samantha says as Narim gives me control.

I blink, still a bit confused.

"Lantash?"

I look towards her. "Yes?"

"You called out for Martouf."

Damn. I said that out loud? "I was dreaming about our last moments."

Samantha looks guilty.

"I suppose I owe you thanks. You allowed him to die in a more...respectful manner, and also saved my life."

I feel Narim drift off to sleep, and Samantha looks like she doesn't know how to respond.

"Samantha, I'm..." I can't say it. She looks at me, waiting for me to finish the sentence, but instead I change it. "We should be getting to sleep. Tomorrow it would be wise to start checking for ways to escape. The river stopping is an indication that we have been abandoned."

She nods. "Good night, Lantash."

"Good night."