G A I A

By: romansilence

Disclaimers: see pt. I

Chapter Five: Revelations

Samantha was just about to shut down the computer where she had spent the afternoon studying the schematics for an advanced naqada reactor when a knock brought her out of her musings. Over the last couple of days she even had learned to keep a semblance of regular hours. A rather anxious and very nervous looking Lieutenant Jessica Morgan came in. She was one of the two archaeologists of their team, assigned to study Amazon history at the central library.

“Major, I know it’s probably inconvenient but I have to speak to you. It’s about the Queen and the Consort… I don’t know where to begin.”

“Take a seat and calm down, Lieutenant. Sit down, Jessica, this can stay off record, if you want to.”

“No, it cannot, not for the long run. But perhaps it can for now. You know that I have been working on translating the texts about early Amazon history on Gaia, the time before the last group from earth arrived. In one of the last documents I found a link to another one, not included in what had been given to me and I got curious. It didn’t lead to just another document. It lead to a whole section of the library, a library in its own right really, thousands of books and scrolls and data pads. It was amazing. Since I found out, four days ago, I went there whenever I got a chance and borrowed some of the texts.”

“What did they say, Jessica?”

“The last group coming from earth, their Queen’s name was Gabrielle and her Consort was named Xena. At first I thought that name and social standing go together, that once you became Queen your name was changed to Gabrielle, like a catholic cardinal changes his name when being elected as the next pope.” She fell silent.

“And?” Carter asked.

“I know it sounds crazy but now I think that the Gabrielle ruling now is one and the same as the one that came here almost two thousand years ago. They have a report on every party they ever celebrated but not one hint of a crowning ceremony or a Royal funeral pyre.” The woman let her words sink in.

Instead of bombarding her with thousand questions of simply declaring her a complete fool, Carter asked. “Do they know that you know?”

“I’m not sure but I think they suspect something. That’s why I came to you in the first place; I would have rather spent some more time reading the most ancient scrolls. They tell of a time before the exodus, a time that Xena and Gabrielle spent travelling all over Greece, helping villagers and defeating warlords.”

Carter didn’t answer and the other woman studied Samantha’s face. “Major Carter, Samantha, I just told you that they both are more than two thousand years old, more than sixty generations. You never were one to accept something like this at face value, not without finding a scientific explanation. You should at least be surprised or incredulous. Why aren’t you, Samantha?”

“Why do you want to keep this off record for now? It’s against the regulations and usually you are rather a stickler to the rules.”

“It’s hard to explain, Samantha. Sometimes, when you’re playing with the Consort…”

“Playing?”

“Tree walking, sparring. It’s what Queen Gabrielle calls it when speaking with the Doc. I’m sorry.”

“Well, it really is a lot of fun.” Samantha countered with an impish grin. “So, what is when I’m ‘playing’ with Consort Xena?”

“We talk, share our experiences. We all are fascinated by the atmosphere of study, easy going, without ambition overruling one’s judgement. And though they are so far ahead of us, we never had the impression of being thought of as inadequate or primitive like the Tolans did. But there’s more to it than just that. We feel comfortable here, most of us feel…”

“… at home. You trust them.”

Jessica nodded.

“A week ago, when SG-1 first set foot on this planet, when I first saw Consort Xena I knew that we would be safe. It was a feeling so bone deep that I immediately suspected some sort of manipulation. At my demand Doctor Fraiser ran some additional tests on me but there was nothing wrong. Whenever I talk to the Consort or the Doc talks to the Queen we hit some kind of roadblock. They admit that there is a secret but always tell us that it’s too early for us to know the truth.” Making a decision, the blond woman rose. “Does anyone else know?”

“Karen, Naomi, Claude, and Jennifer all have their suspicions. Jennifer probably came closest when she found an ID-code on an old data pad signed the way the Consort usually does. But none of these suspicions and speculations ever found its way in our reports.”

Samantha Gabriella Carter, Major of the United States Air Force, knew that she just was about to deliberately commit blank insubordination. The poster child was about to become a rebel. She remembered Colonel O’Neill’s words -- shortly before he stepped through the Ring, the Stargate, she corrected herself. ‘Remember, Carter, good old Earth is waiting for you.’ She knew she was acting against everything she ever had held sacred: the integrity of the Forces, of the chain of command but from the bottom of her heart she knew it was the right thing to do.

“I hate to ask but is there…”

“… someone we cannot trust? No, I don’t think so. Though not all of us feel at home here; we still all trust them. They’re a part of our history though we never knew it. A lot of incidents in our history would have played out differently had it not been for visitors from Gaia setting them straight somehow. Claude is bustling over with stories though she probably never will be able to tell anyone outside of the SGC. Mankind isn’t ready to know yet, hell, I wouldn’t have been ready a couple of years ago. It will be a hard enough sell, even for General Hammond.”

“You may be right. That’s why we’ll have to speak to the Queen and the Consort. It’s time to get some answers. Get the team together. We’ll meet at the guest palace. I’ll get the Doc.”

~*~

Samantha headed for the training grounds where she found the small doctor facing off against a proudly grinning weapons’ master.

At first Janet had been reluctant to brush up on her hand-to-hand fighting skills. She knew they were part and parcel of being in the forces, just like wearing a gun from time to time but she never had been particularly ambitious in this area. It took a sparring match between the blond major and Queen Gabrielle to convince Janet that one didn’t have to be as tall as an old tree to be able to hold one’s own in a fight. Well, holding one’s own wasn’t quite right. Even before coming here and learning new moves, Samantha had been an excellent fighter, focused, fast, and strong but she hadn’t been fast and strong enough to best the small queen or to even stand a chance, to be honest.

After the end of the purification rites, the first few lessons with the weapons’ master had been rather painful for the doctor. She found herself lying or sitting on the hard ground more times than she cared to count – and hadn’t it been for the tender, thorough, and not wholly therapeutic massages the tall blonde lavished on her body every evening, she would gladly have given up. But then Niva changed her teaching style, explaining the complex moves of defence and offence as if they were steps in different kinds of surgery – doing a little bit of harm to prevent much greater harm.

From this moment on, Major Fraiser learned and she proved to be a quick learner. Judging from the expression on the stoic weapons’ master’s face, she did more than just good. From her own lessons, every morning shortly after dawn, she knew how hard a taskmaster Niva could be.

Samantha allowed herself the luxury to spend a few minutes just watching her friend from behind a tree, absorbed in the other woman’s smoothly flowing movements. Suddenly she whirled around, ducked, and only barely avoided being hit by the blunt end of a sai in the face. Another one was headed towards her chest; she jumped and kicked at it when it was only inches away from her breasts. She managed to back off a few paces and took a defensive stance, wishing fervently she had some sort of weapon at her disposition, preferably a staff.

The blonde didn’t have to wait for the next attack. From an intellectual viewpoint she knew that the weapons’ master had been testing her and that she had failed. She knew she would be reprimanded for losing track of her environment, and she knew she deserved it.

Twice she managed to fend Niva off. However, she had been so concentrated on the other woman’s hands that she forgot to think about her own feet, she caught her foot in a root loop, and fell. The slightly shorter, stockier woman immediately was on top of her, the length of both sais left and right against her neck, threatening to cut off her breathing.

“Take Janet Fraiser as an example, open your mind, and learn, Samantha Carter. And now, tell me, what did you do wrong?”

The prone woman closed her eyes, replaying the last couple of minutes in her mind’s eye and then answered. “I twice focused on one point only instead of seeing the whole picture, Master Niva.”

“Tomorrow, we’ll start a candlemark earlier, perhaps the pre-dawn air will help you learn this lesson.” Samantha only nodded. “And now tell me why you so rudely interrupted your partner’s lesson?”

‘Partner’, it sounded good but it couldn’t be. It took all her strength of mind not to stutter her answer. “A situation has come up that requires Major Fraiser’s presence. We also need to speak to the Queen and the Consort. It’s important.”

Surprisingly Niva didn’t ask any questions but simply told them that the Queen was in a council session to finalise the preparation for the impending arrival of the other village and planet Regents who were due to arrive the following day to have a meeting and celebrate the summer solstice.

“You’ll find Consort Xena at the smithy. It’s just a couple of candledrops’ walk to the west of the labs. You can’t miss it; just follow your ears and your noses. – Janet Fraiser, you can come out now. I’m not going to hurt her; you can let go of that stick you picked up twenty paces ago. I’ll let you go for today, you did well.”

~*~

Compared to everything else they had seen on this planet where ancient, almost primitive settings were usually nothing more than a camouflage for the most advanced technology the big, smouldering fire, the enormous pair of bellows, and the anvil not only were outdated, they appeared like something transplanted from another world, elemental and untamed. In a way it was fitting.

Especially when observing the woman working the anvil. Xena was wearing a pair of tight leather trousers and some sort of tank top, obscured by a heavy leather apron shielding her from the sparks. Her usually unobtrusive muscles never had been as prominent before. In front of Samantha’s eyes flashed the image of her wearing a short leather dress, brass armour, and a broad sword slung at her back. She saw her unsheathing the weapon and wielding it with ease and joy. Xena’s hammer hit the red glowing metal and the sound snapped the blonde back to reality.

Two hand signals told her that her presence had been noted and that Xena would be there in a few candledrops.

As had become natural over the course of the last few days Samantha and Janet drifted close together like magnetised metal bits whenever they thought themselves unobserved. They hadn’t gone further, yet, but both of them were honest enough to admit to themselves that even thinking of ever losing this closeness would hurt more than they thought they could stand. They knew they had to keep it out of Cheyenne Mountain but to completely miss out on it was simply unimaginable and completely out of question. They didn’t break their embrace when Xena left the smithy, wiping sweat and grime away with a piece of cloth.

“It’s time to give us a few answers, your highness. We have to decide what to put in our reports to General Hammond.”

“Samantha Carter, you just lost me a bet. I was sure it would take you all until after the great council and the festival to find out or even get suspicious. Once again Gabrielle was right. I’ll take a shower and get her. We’ll meet at the guest palace a candlemark from now.”

~*~

When Carter and Fraiser entered the patio, the other members of the away team were clustered on and around two benches in the far corner, obviously in the middle of a vivid argument.

“… we can’t keep something this important from the General.”

“We can’t tell anyone on Earth, Sabrina. It would bring Kinsey, his NID buddies and Hades knows whom else breathing down our necks. They would do everything to get their hands on Gaia’s technology and I won’t even begin to think about what they would try to do to the Queen and her Consort or any other Amazon they can get their hands on.” Lieutenant Hailey angrily retorted.

“Calm down, all of you.” Carter bellowed and every single one of them snapped to attention. “As you were, folks. The point is: you are both right. Yes, General Hammond has to know, sooner or later; and yes, it has the potential to bring a whole load of trouble to the SGC and the Amazons. But at the moment all we have are impressions, ideas, and suspicions.

“During the first two or three days of our stay here, I heard more than once that we were not ready to know the truth. I think Queen Gabrielle wanted us to first get to know her people and their way of life before getting us in a situation that could well jeopardise all our careers. Rationally I know that they are true and well capable of taking care of themselves but I also feel the need to protect them. Queen Gabrielle and Consort Xena will be here shortly. I suggest, we listen to them and then we’ll decide.”

~*~

A few minutes later Aria led them to the room where the Queen had met with SG-1 for the first time. The cushions still were there, and a few low tables with food and drink scattered about. They all found a place to sit, Samantha next to Janet, leaving the two biggest and softest cushions for the Royal couple. The young Amazon had told them to eat because it would probably be some time before the Queen could get out of the council session, and so they did. Talking about their day, about what they had learned or discovered. Samantha soon found herself in a conversation with Hailey and Aria discussing the different advantages of sais over chobos, and Janet soon was speaking about the possibility to implement a new procedure for post mission physicals based on the machinery used by the Amazons. When Xena and Gabrielle arrived a few minutes after sunset everyone fell silent.

“Thank you for entertaining our guests, Aria. You are dismissed.” Xena ordered while she sat down to the right and slightly behind the blonde Queen.

The young woman reluctantly left and closed the door. “Your majesty,” Samantha said with a small bow, “I apologise for the strain we put on your valuable time and taking you away from the preparations for the great council.”

“Everything is squared away, Samantha Carter, there’s no need to apologise. I understand you have some questions?”

“Yes, your majesty. But I don’t really know where to begin. Some of us, most of us think that you, your majesty, and your venerable Consort are immortal but we don’t understand how or why. None of us think that you mean any harm to us or Earth but…”

“I understand, Samantha Carter. Make yourself comfortable, all of you. I’ll tell you a story, a true story and though I will not be able to go into too many details it still will be a long one.” Xena handed her Queen a mug of apple juice. “Thank you, love.” Her right hand touched the ravenhead’s cheek. “Return to the smithy, my warrior. I’ll be all right.”

Xena’s eyes were almost pathetically grateful, Carter thought, but she didn’t act on it. She kissed the Queen’s palm and slid behind her, whispering in her left ear, giving the young major the opportunity to read her lips.

“My place is at your side, my love, always has been, always will be.”

Samantha averted her eyes with a slight blush, so she didn’t see the Queen turning her head and planting a soft kiss on the taller woman’s cheek. Xena drew her closer and the smaller woman snuggled into her arms. When Samantha once again looked up for the fraction of a heartbeat she thought that there was a golden shine enveloping them.

“From the initial SG-1-report and the scrolls you had access to you already know that Artemis started to evacuate women from Earth about two thousand and five hundred years before your current calendar. She sent a friend with them but she stayed behind to prepare another group. When they were ready, Athena’s Ring, the Stargate was gone, hidden by Ra’s servants still on earth. They had no choice but to stay on Earth, and thus started the Amazon Nation.

“In Ancient Greece and Asia they became a considerable military and moral force. About a thousand years later, Artemis was captured by Ares and a coalition of other minor Gao’uld, and the Amazons used to her presence and advice fell prey to internal squabbles and external enemies. Athena, the host of Artemis, escaped. She and her symbiote had been badly injured by the torture the Olympians, that’s what her captors called themselves, had inflicted on her to get access to the knowledge and wisdom of the Ancients. Athena was one of them and knew all their secrets.

“It took her hundreds of years to heal from all her injuries, and even then she wasn’t strong enough to overthrow the Olympians or annihilate their influence on the humans. Untypical for the Gao’uld as you know them, they came to an agreement. They vowed never to attack each other and that every one of them should stick to a chosen field of influence, so Ares became the God of War, Hera the Goddess of the Hearth and Marriage, Aphrodite the Goddess of Love and so on. So Artemis/Athena did the only thing she could think of: she joined them to protect what was left of the Amazons: Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, protector of the Amazons.

“One day, centuries later, a child was born to an innkeeper in a little out-of-the-way village in Greece. Her childhood was rather ordinary, except that she didn’t have any interest in the things other girls did. She preferred playing with her younger and her older brother -- hide and seek, hero and warlord. Her name was Xena.”

The tall warrior could feel the eyes of nearly everyone in the room turning towards her but her own gaze stayed unfocused, her mind busy with warding off still hurtful memories.

“She was stronger and faster and smarter than anyone else her age, her energy seemed to be inexhaustible, and she had a restless curiosity no teacher ever was able to fully satisfy. Soon she drew the attention of the Olympians who were always looking for new servants and hosts. They came to her in dreams, they came disguised as merchants, travelling bards, mercenaries, but she was happy with her life and didn’t want to change anything.

“Their vow, their agreement didn’t allow them to influence her in any other way; they only were allowed to claim a mortal another one of them also was interested in with the mortal’s agreement. It must have been damned inconvenient for them but it worked and it kept their alliance alive for a long time. When the girl turned fifteen, one of the warlords scourging the Greek countryside attacked her village. She and her younger brother organised a defence and really succeeded in pushing the enemy back – but they had to pay a high price.

“When Xena held the bleeding body of her younger brother in her arms something inside of her also died and for the first time she began to listen to the voice in her dreams, in her head.

“Ares promised her revenge, he promised her a way to keep the rest of her family and her village safe. He took her under his protection, amplifying her natural skills and also twisting them to fit his own needs. She soaked up everything like a dry sponge. She became Ares’ Chosen and in his name conquered half of Greece.

“At the head of her army she committed every crime imaginable, but there was one thing she never condoned: rape. Every soldier in her army, from the kitchen help to her second in command knew that they would have to pay with their lives and that their deaths wouldn’t be fast or painless.

“One day they came to a small village that refused to pay them tribute. Xena gave them an ultimatum until the next morning but her second in command decided that he was weary of waiting and ordered to kill everyone alive, every man, woman, and child, every horse, dog, cat, sheep, and chicken. Xena was on a scouting mission and when she returned the village was burning. She killed two of her men in the midst of raping a young girl and saved the life of a baby. She tried to get her men back in line but they had tasted blood and they wanted more. Darphus, her second in command, promised them more, a lot more.

“He refused to fight her one on one. He knew he never would stand a chance. They made her run the gauntlet instead. She did what no one ever did before: she survived. She survived to exact revenge on Darphus, to stop her men who had gone from soldiers to rapists and murderers in the blink of an eye; and she survived to get the baby boy she had saved out of harm’s way. She quickly found allies, among them the father of the boy, and together they stopped Darphus once and for all. Two thirds of her men were dead and the survivors were ready to once again swear fealty to her but she simply walked away. Ares had finally lost his hold on her soul and her real personality began to reassert itself.”

Gabrielle took another sip of her juice and looked into the expectant eyes of her public. Some of them spoke of disbelief, some of doubt, some of rapt fascination; there also was compassion, bewilderment, and pity. Samantha and Janet maintained a closely guarded expression, keeping their emotions even from showing in their eyes. But the blond ruler of the Amazons still saw how deeply they were affected by her words, her story: they were holding hands, openly, for everyone to see.

“Xena walked away from her life as a warlord. She wanted to go back to Amphipolis, to her mother and to her brother’s grave. On her way home, she passed a village named Poteideia and saved the village girls from a bunch of slavers. One of the girls was so impressed by her actions, standing up against ten men, unarmed, and so mesmerised by her blue eyes that she left her father’s house in the middle of the night and followed the stranger. Her name was Gabrielle and she never before had been out of her village. She was afraid, terrified by every sound she heard, but she also was sure that this was what she was meant to do.

“Two days later she arrived at Amphipolis. The village seemed deserted but there were loud angry voices coming from the inn. Xena’s weapons were on a table in front of her. The villagers stood a few paces away and were throwing stones at her but she didn’t try to duck, didn’t try to fend them off. Obviously almost fifteen years of absence hadn’t made Xena more popular in her hometown. They didn’t want to remember that it had been her leadership that had enabled them to defeat the warlord Cortese. They only remembered that their sons and husbands and fathers had died this day.

“Gabrielle, at first, didn’t know what to do. She only knew that this had to be stopped. So, she stepped forward, coming between the tall warrior and her aggressors and succeeded in talking them out of killing her. The same day Xena repaid the stoning attempt by defeating a warlord in single combat, a staff battle, and thus once again kept the village safe.

“From this day on, Xena and Gabrielle stayed together. They travelled all over Greece; the tall warrior was trying to atone for her dark past by defeating warlords, fighting against thieves, risking her life and sometimes just getting a frightened kitten out of a tree – fighting darkness and evil wherever they reared their ugly heads. They even found a name for what they were doing: fighting for the Greater Good. The blond village girl at first only tagged along, driving Xena crazy with her endless chatter and her countless questions but also giving the warrior something else to think about than the shadows of her past.

“Gabrielle began to tell stories about their adventures, about Xena’s change from warlord to hero. One of these adventures led them to an Amazon village in Thessaly. They picked up a heavily armed guard but their bows and crossbows and swords were impotent against the ambush they walked into, against the cloud of arrows descending down on them, arrows with the markings of the Centaurs, a horselike race of warriors with a human torso and head and long time enemy of the Amazons. One of these arrows killed Terreis, the leader of their guards. Before she died she gave her right of caste to Gabrielle who had unsuccessfully tried to save her, to shield her from the arrows. Terreis was the sister of Melosa, and Melosa was the Queen of the Amazons. So, from this moment on Gabrielle was an Amazon Princess.

“Melosa and her tribe wanted to avenge Terreis’ death by attacking and killing the Centaurs, and Gabrielle should go with them, side by side with the Queen. Xena and Ephiny, Terreis’ best friend, found proof that someone else had been behind the ambush; a sneaky warlord who wanted Amazons and Centaurs to fight and kill each other, ready to pick up and profit from the pieces when it was over, and claim their land as his own. Instead Amazons and Centaurs became allies.

“Gabrielle, the newly appointed Princess and heir to the Queen’s mask, could have stayed with the Amazons, some even saw it as her duty to do so but Melosa allowed her to stay with Xena instead. Xena taught her how to use a staff; she protected her and saved her life time and again because the young woman had an unparalleled propensity for getting into trouble. The friendship they had forged over the seasons gradually changed to something deeper, something neither of them wanted to admit to – and then Xena died.”

The Queen felt the grip around her waist tighten slightly. This part of the story was one of the reasons Xena had refused to leave her, regardless of how many years had passed, regardless of the pain that came later and the many pleasures and joys to balance the dark times, remembering still hurt – and fortunately it wasn’t often that she had to speak about it.

The looks of incredulity and pity had disappeared to be replaced by respect and awe. The faces of Janet and Samantha still were unreadable but the doctor’s hold on Samantha’s hand had tightened to the point of making her white-knuckled. Gabrielle closed her eyes and let the comfort of Xena’s presence wash over her and enter her soul. Then she continued.

“It was a simple village, far away from the main trading routes. A band of cannibalistic primitives worshipping Hera was harassing them. They believed that eating the flesh of virgins would make them invincible and immortal. On a shortcut to Athens Xena and Gabrielle passed through the area. They intercepted the cannibals on the way to their abode, a group of women and children in tow. They managed to get them all out but Xena was hit by a log trap crashing down from a tree.

“She was seriously injured with broken ribs and internal bleeding.

“Gabrielle had taken a knife wound to the left thigh but at her request she brought Xena to a healer with the name of Niklios. His knowledge of the human body, of herbs, and the use of pressure points was unparalleled – but it wasn’t enough to save the warrior’s life. At first Gabrielle refused to believe him. She refused to believe that the proud woman who successfully had fought Ares influence on her life and soul would so easily give up. When it finally sank in, she took Xena’s horse Argo to bury her friend in her family’s crypt in Amphipolis, just as she had promised.

“She didn’t want to think any further, all she knew was that she had just lost the best part of her life and her soul. She would do her duty to her friend and then… They were living in dangerous times, there were a lot of ways to die or get killed.

“The fasted route to Amphipolis cut through Amazon territory. There, Gabrielle learned that Queen Melosa had been killed. Her adoptive daughter Velasca had offered a challenge and lost but instead of accepting her defeat she had stabbed the Queen from behind. According to Amazon law she had forfeited her life and Gabrielle became next in line.

“She thought that being killed by the next power hungry Amazon coming along wouldn’t be a half bad way to die, so, she accepted the Queen’s mask. The council decided to honour Xena by giving her a traditional Amazon funeral. Gabrielle’s eyes were empty and dull when she shot the blazing arrow to set the funeral pyre aflame.

“Only a heartbeat later, she heard Xena’s distinct battle cry and a tall man clad in green landed on the coffin. His name was Autolycos and he called himself the King of Thieves but he had his heart in the right place and was a good friend to both of them. Half a dozen Amazon bows immediately were trained on him. He grabbed Xena’s chakram and threw it. It sliced their weapons in two and returned to his hand. Then he whistled for Argo and stole the coffin with Xena’s body from right under the Amazons’ noses. Only then did Gabrielle dare to hope that what he had told her earlier really had been the truth; only Xena was able to control the chakram and Argo only obeyed Xena’s command. He had told her that Xena’s soul now was in his body and that there was a way to save her – now she began to believe it. Xena knew where a stash of Ambrosia was hidden; it wouldn’t take more than a small bite to bring her back to the living.

“Ambrosia then was also called the Food of the Gods, at the time no one knew that it was refined liquid naqada. Naqada counts among the rare elements in the universe but compared to liquid naqada it’s as common as dirt – and the secret of refining it was lost even before the Gao’uld took over the gate system of the Ancients. The Ambrosia worked. Xena opened her eyes and saw the gamut of emotions crossing Gabrielle’s face and silently vowed never to leave her. Little did she know that the Ambrosia not only had brought her back; it had also made her immortal.”

The blonde emptied her mug in one swallow. Samantha now had both arms protectively around Janet’s torso that was trembling with silent sobs. The story had been hitting too close to home for the sensitive brunette with Samantha being at the brink of death more than once and only barely making it through. Gabrielle knew it would get worse before it got better, so she decided to change her style of storytelling. Instead of lingering on details and emotions she was determined to stick to the facts though her first phrase seemed to belie her decision.

“After Xena’s resurrection they became lovers, finally finding the courage to show their feelings to the other. They no longer were two separate beings but only one: soulmates, two halves of one soul, a balance of strength and weakness, wisdom and passion, power and love, darkness and light. But at first they kept their connection to themselves. They didn’t dare to let anyone know for fear of Gabrielle becoming a target for Xena’s enemies. So, they once again became a target for the Gao’uld.

“It’s a long story and I don’t feel up to it just right now. But to explain how I also ended up immortal, there are at least some things you need to know. Xena and Gabrielle had to fight a young Gao’uld intend on ruling the world named Dahok. He was defeated but during the fight Gabrielle jumped in a lava pit to save Xena’s life. At the time, they didn’t know that she had become immortal; so she did what she thought she had to do to keep her lover alive. Gabrielle was convinced that the tall warrior still had a lot to give to the world.

“Xena had thought she had lost her lover for good and she tried to join her in the after life. She even went to the Amazon Land of the Death – in vain, because Gabrielle was alive. Artemis/Athena had rescued her body from the lava pit and brought her back to life with a small piece of Ambrosia. She was back among the living but didn’t know that she too had become an immortal. It took them almost two more years to find out.

“In a nutshell, that’s our story. I know you still have a lot of questions but what I just told you should be sufficient for you to come to a decision.” Gabrielle ended her long monologue.

“Just to be on the safe side,” Xena suddenly said, “there are a few more things General Hammond certainly will want to know: Yes, we are immortals; though we can get hurt and feel pain, Gabrielle and I are unable to die. No, there’s no Ambrosia left on earth. It was destroyed before we left and there’s no way to reproduce or synthesise it. We know that our existence alone makes us a prime target for every Gao’uld – who wouldn’t want an immortal host. When we arrived here on Gaia, Artemis changed our body chemistry to make sure that we could not be used a hosts. Our bodies reject the symbiotes after a few days and kill them. The System Lords know that we are useless for them. Unfortunately the changes don’t work with mortals.

“Let us know what you’ll do. You’ll find us in our hut in the village.”

~*~

When the door closed behind them, the silence in the room slowly became oppressive. It had been a lot to digest. True to form, it was Samantha Carter who first found a semblance of balance. “I’d like to hear your suggestions, ladies.”

“We shouldn’t have forced them to tell us. Remembering hurt both of them deeply. We should have found another way.” Lieutenant Michaela Neddes, first assistant of SGC’s resident psychiatrist MacKenzie – and not only in Janet’s eyes better qualified to do the job than he ever will be – answered.

“Yes, I also could feel their pain but we needed to know,” Janet said, still nestled in Samantha’s arms. “We needed to learn how they became what they are. We had to understand that they are not less but perhaps more human because of it. We had to understand but not only with our head and our minds but also with our hearts.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Jennifer Hailey asked.

“I can only speak for myself but I’ll keep any hint of their immortality out of my reports. There’s always a way to say things without really saying them. – I think you all should do the same.”

“The Doc is right.” – “I concur with Major Fraiser.” – “Good idea, Janet.” and similar remarks soon filled the room.

Slowly Samantha disentangled herself from Janet and stretched to her full height, patiently waiting until everyone had quietened down. “I can’t let you do this! At attention!” Military training asserted itself and a few heartbeats later the other eleven women stood ramrod straight. “As the commanding officer of this mission, I give you the order to keep every hint of what we learned tonight out of your reports to the SGC. I’ll take full responsibility for this course of action.” Seeing Janet open her mouth, the blonde major continued. “This is not up for discussion. It’s an order. Dismissed!”

The women questioningly looked at each other and then quietly left the room. They just had been absolved of all responsibility when circumventing the regulations in their reports. If things blew up, Major Carter would take all the blame – and most of them felt more than only slightly uneasy at the thought but they also wouldn’t dishonour her potential sacrifice by questioning her orders.

~*~

Once again the door was closed and silence reigned. “I presume you disapprove, Janet?”

The small doctor took two steps to stand in front of Samantha. Her hand went up to the blonde’s cheek. “I’m not thrilled by your decision, Sam, and I think the others aren’t either but it’s so typically you, I knew from the beginning that it would end this way. Protecting others is in your blood; you can’t help it. You always have to stand in the line of fire, shielding others if need be with your own body, always the knight in shining armour.”

“Army fatigues hardly qualify as armour or shining.” Samantha grumbled under her breath. “And I’m not a knight, I just…”

Further protests were silenced by a kiss. “Sam, you save the world from total destruction on a regular basis. Every man on the base would give his right hand to go on a romantic date with you. You’re so brilliant it defies description,” Samantha blushed, “and you’re absolutely, adorably cute when you’re flustered. Not to mention that you actually can work with Colonel O’Neill without ending up killing him half the time. But it could be that I’m biased.”

Samantha took her in her arms. “You know that we just blew what little we had as cover to all hell, don’t you?” She kissed the smaller woman. “But when I took you in my arms I knew it was the right thing to do. I needed to touch you as much as you needed to be held. I won’t regret it and I don’t care about the possible fall-out.”

“Sam, your career is your life. Don’t throw it away, please.” Janet replied while putting a modicum of distance between their upper bodies.

“I spent a lot of time thinking about this, Janet, these past few days. Whenever we wake up, wrapped around each other and I feel as safe and free as never before in my life; when I wake up from a bad dream and though still asleep yourself you were chasing the darkness away by stroking my hair and humming a lullaby. You are right, though: I made my career my life. It was the only way to fight the emptiness and loneliness that threatened to overwhelm me after my mother’s death. It was the only way to fight the darkness I feel lingering in my soul.

“But then you joined the Stargate Project.

“I didn’t allow myself to want more than friendship but still you slowly filled the emptiness and soon thinking about you was enough to keep the darkness at bay. Before I loved you I would have obeyed orders and simply left Cassandra in this damned compound. I simply would have seen a threat to the Gate and Earth, not a frightened child that just had lost her family, her whole world. You made me feel again, and I won’t deny these feelings any longer.” Samantha took a deep breath. “But it’s not only my career we’re talking about. You have at least as much to lose. So, it’s up to you. I will abide by your decision.”

The heartfelt confession left the smaller woman speechless. Janet searched her friend’s face for clues but the stoic mask was firmly in place – except for the eyes, there was an undercurrent of insecurity and fear she couldn’t help but respond to. Samantha averted her eyes. “Sit with me for a moment, Sam.” The taller woman let herself reluctantly be pulled to the ground.

“First of all, this was the most awesome confession of love I ever heard and I am humbled that you think so highly of me.” She paused for a moment, fighting the modesty induced urge to doubt her impact on Samantha’s life. “That’s why I don’t doubt the sincerity of your words. You were not the only one who felt cut off from her feelings. When I joined the SGC I was on the way to become a heartless bitch. – Please let me speak my mind, love. – Outside of my job, I didn’t have any emotions left and even in the infirmary I was more or less just going through the motions.

“The light shining in your eyes made me reconsider, and the more I began to love you, the more I was able to give others. So, yes, I want you to be a part of my life – and as more than a friend. I want to wake up with you as often as possible and one day soon I want to make love to you. I want to study your body with the eyes of a lover; I want to get to know every little square inch of your skin.”

“But what about Cassandra? If they find out and throw us out of the forces, they could take Cassy away from you. Do you really want to risk this?”

“There’s no danger of that ever happening, Sam. I promised General Hammond it would stay confidential but now you have to know. When adopting Cassy I wanted to make sure that whatever happened to the Stargate Project or to my standing within the military, she would stay with me. I wanted to make sure that she would not be pushed around unnecessarily. The General talked to the President who sent a written guarantee that no one will be allowed to take her away from me – well, unless I’ll be convicted on criminal charges and last time I checked being gay isn’t against the law.”

“Are you really sure?”

Sam was silenced by a kiss. “Yes, my big brilliant soldier. And I intend to prove it to you as soon as possible. But first we have a job to do. It won’t take long to tell them about the team’s decision – and the night is still young.”

~*~

They left the guest palace with Samantha’s arm draped over Janet’s shoulder and shortly after knocked on the door of the Queen’s hut. Xena opened and motioned them in. Janet lingered in the background while Samantha saluted them and said. “Your majesty, your highness, we decided to keep quiet about what you told us this evening.

“The alliance between Gaia and Earth could be compromised if certain parts of our government learn things they are not able to understand or to accept. They still have a hard enough time dealing with a few strong and independent women among their own ranks, not to talk about a whole Nation of strong women, to learn that two of them are immortal would definitively scare them away.”

“Please, take a seat, Sam. You too, Janet.” The Queen said. “We appreciate your effort to protect us but we were wrong to even ask you to make such a decision. Xena reminded me of the military chain of command. It would be compromised beyond recognition if we let you keep this quiet.”

“We know of the risks, your majesty,” Samantha answered. “That’s why I ordered the others to do it. This way their careers won’t be jeopardised.”

Xena shot Gabrielle an ‘I told you so’-glance and smirked.

“I know that there are a lot of people in your world who could become rather annoying but they are no danger to us. On the other hand, they could make a lot of trouble for all of you, and Senator Kinsey and the NID are only a few of them. Tell me, Sam, do you trust General Hammond?”

“Yes, Gabrielle.” Samantha fell silent and Xena got up to serve them a mug of tea. No one said a word but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, giving the blonde the chance to think about the Queen’s question. “You are right, Gabrielle. I’ll go and speak to the General. He trusted my judgement more than once even though he didn’t completely understand what I had in mind. It’s my turn to trust him. He will know what to do and whom to trust. I planned on doing some research on the possibility of upgrading the iris with your energy shield tomorrow. May I instead be allowed to return to Earth to speak with General Hammond?”

“Permission granted. As long as you’re back for the party, Sam.” The tall blonde rolled her eyes. Xena only grinned and continued. “As we speak a pad with all necessary historical and medical data is prepared, so you can prove your words. I’ll give it to you after your training session. And now, there are a few other things we have to talk about. Get comfortable, this probably will take some time.”

Samantha questioningly raised her left eyebrow in an almost Xena-like fashion.

“Do you trust us, Sam?”

“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t, Gabrielle.”

“No, Sam, I’m talking about a deeper kind of trust. Would you trust us to do what we ask even if you thought it would endanger Cassandra’s or Janet’s life? Please think carefully before you answer.”

The tall blonde closed her eyes to block out the world and the expectant gazes around her. She then turned sideways and searched Janet’s warm brown orbs. She saw love and unconditional trust, without letting her out of sight she answered.

“I don’t trust easily but from the moment I saw the two of you together I knew that I could trust you. Yes, I’d even trust you with Janet’s life but you’re getting me really nervous here.”

“I know and we’re sorry, Sam, but it can’t be helped. What Gabrielle told the others were the bare basics. There is a lot more to say but it simply would take too long and despite all the things you both have seen during the last few years you’re not yet ready to believe what we have to say. – Bottom line is: we want you to undergo a special training while you are here, Samantha Carter, to teach you to better use your natural skills and to tap into the energy and knowledge and skills given to you by Jolinar. It will be physically and mentally taxing and you will need Janet’s support, Janet’s love to see you through but we feel that it’s important for the future that you do it. Will you ta…”

Xena was silenced by a hand on her upper arm. “No, my love, we can’t ask her to make this decision on trust alone.”

Gabrielle turned her attention to the other women who now were sitting next to each other, as close as one can get without sharing the other’s skin.

“The things we want you to learn will do more than simply improve your skill set, your physical prowess and your intellectual abilities. It will change the way you see the world, the way you see the people around you, the way you see yourself. It will not change who you are and what you feel, though it may allow you a better access to your feelings. It will have an impact on your everyday life. – That’s why you have to know more about the bigger picture, so to speak.

“Today, I told you that Artemis sent a friend to Gaia with the first set of settlers. She was more than a friend, however. They had been lovers for centuries and longer, and Athena/Artemis wanted to keep her safe during the final stages of the battle against Ra on Earth. When the Ring was lost, they were separated, Artemis was thought dead – and in her grief her lover vowed to take revenge on Ra whom she held responsible. Her…”

“Her name was Egeria, the mother of the Tok’ra.”

“Yes, Janet. Her name was Egeria and she was the first Tok’ra – but there are more ways to become a Tok’ra than being created by Egeria. I’m sorry it simply would take too long to go into any detail. Egeria devoted all her time and energy to fight Ra and the other System Lords. She had a rather direct approach and wanted to destroy them one by one. Her children finally convinced her that the only way to fight the Gao’uld was to destroy them from within, to destroy them with their own weapons. Centuries passed and she was so absorbed in her task that she lost track of what was happening on this planet, with the people of her lover.

“She had given them the means for technological development, the means to protect themselves. Not as good as we do now but enough to keep the Gao’uld and others away. Unfortunately there was no spiritual power to counteract or to avoid the misuse of the technical knowledge. That’s how we found them when we came here with the last remnants of the Amazon Nation. Egeria saw what her single-minded focus on revenge and hatred had inadvertently done and Artemis/Athena had a hard time to talk her out of her guilt. But whenever something went wrong with the Tok’ra or the people on Gaia she retired to Gaia’s temple, seeking solitude. The last time was when Athena ascended and Artemis ceased to exist. She hasn’t left the underground of the temple since. She says it hurts too much to see all the places where she had been happy with her lover.”

“But you said that this happened more than three hundred years ago, Gabrielle?”

“Yes, Samantha, 324 years and five moons. She says that she will be there for us when we’ll need her, when the time has come. She also told us that now she needs the time alone to calm her spirit and gather her strength. From time to time she calls for me and we talk, about the time we spent here, together – but mostly we talk about the years on Earth, the decades before we came here. Sometimes she warns us about the plans of the Gao’uld.

“Egeria’s spiritual powers always have been above average; else she wouldn’t have been capable of creating the Tok’ra. They wouldn’t have been any different than the Gao’uld otherwise. Since Artemis left us, Egeria gave free reign to this spirituality.

“Every once in a while she can tap into the minds of the System Lords and the other Gao’uld.

“She saw that some of them are afraid of something, of someone. You probably already heard of him. He picked up where Apophis failed – but he’s much older, more powerful and countless times more cunning than Apophis or even Sokar ever would have thought possible.”

“Anubis!”

“Anubis, yes, Janet. Five or six thousand years ago the System Lords defeated Anubis but even then couldn’t kill him. It was the first and last time that they really worked together – not just tolerating each other like they usually do. They really combined their forces to get rid of someone they all felt threatened by. They put his body in a small spacecraft and sent it into deep space, hoping that he would stay there forever. He’s back now and more powerful than ever. The System Lords have every reason to fear him but at the moment, dealing with the Tau’ri, Earth is not paramount in his plans. Sooner or later his priorities will change. You already did too much damage to the Gao’uld to be totally left alone, despite the agreement with the Asgard.

“However, there’s no guarantee that what we want you to do will contribute to save your planet ‘cause the future is still unwritten. However, we feel that aside from your personal growth, the chances for Earth – and in the long run for us – could be improved but it also could be the other way round.”

Samantha took a sip of her already cooled down tea. She absentmindedly played with Janet’s fingers, stroking them, caressing them, holding them gently between her own hands. “Anubis is this powerful?”

“He’s not invincible and though the host’s body is immortal, the symbiote can be killed. The future can’t be foretold.” Xena answered. “It’s like in a fight; once it’s on a lot of unpredictable things can happen.”

“Like in a baseball game. There’s a set of ground rules but everything else is up to skill, chance, and luck.” Samantha said, still holding on to Janet she turned her attention back to Gabrielle. “Egeria, is she reliable?”

“Yes, she is – and she proved it more than once.”

“You said this training will be mentally taxing. What exactly does this mean?”

“You will learn how to access what is left of Jolinar without any technical help. Using Gao’uld technology no longer will be a problem to you, and to a certain degree you also will have access to their genetic memory.” Noting the gleam in Samantha’s eyes Xena continued. “Don’t get too exited, Samantha. It only will be a very limited access. And there is a down side: Jolinar has to become a part of you, almost as if she were still sharing your body but without being able to dominate it, to control it. It’s not easy and you will need the stability of Janet’s love but it can be done.”

“What you’re talking about sounds like some sort of multiple personality disorder. It sounds dangerous, and I don’t like it.”

“But Janet, think about all the good I could do with knowledge like this!” Samantha answered excitedly.

“It is not about the knowledge, Samantha. You can get this from my Consort. She was a host twice. No, it’s more about personal growth. Jolinar can become a guiding spirit to you. Her memories no longer would be so hurtful and threatening, disturbing your dreams. And it could give you the chance to work through the guilt you still feel for her death.”

“Why me? What makes me so special? Is it just because I once was a host to Jolinar?”

“No, Sam, but it’s still too early to tell you everything. Please have some patience. And, Janet, Samantha won’t be in any danger. She won’t speak with Jolinar’s voice or something but she will be able to communicate with her. She will come out of this even stronger and more sure of herself.”

Samantha’s body language told the brown-eyed doctor that she already had decided to do it. She saw it as a challenge and the soldier in her never could resist a challenge. So, she closed her eyes, tightened her grip around Samantha’s fingers and finally asked. “What will I have to do, Gabrielle?”

“Xena will work with Sam and I will work with you. I will teach you how to help her. You can only be successful together because Jolinar will only be the first step. What you now feel for each other will increase tenfold. It will become almost impossible to conceal the changed nature of your relationship from prying eyes. That’s why we want you to take your time deciding. Tell us after the party.” The Queen answered.

Janet and Samantha excused themselves, and as soon as the door was closed, Gabrielle asked. “Do you think we did the right thing by not telling them?”

“We didn’t have a choice, Gab, and you know this. Sam is mentally very strong but sooner or later what is left of Jolinar would have overpowered her, using her own darkness to do so. She has to learn how to control her darkness and the best way to do this is by controlling Jolinar. At the moment Sam sees this whole thing as a challenge, and she’s competitive enough not to resist a challenge. Telling her means she would do it out of fear; she would become suspicious of her actions, of her thoughts, of her feelings. We didn’t have a choice, my love.”

“I know, Xena. It’s just that I really wish we could tell her the whole truth.”

“We will, as soon as she is ready to hear it.”

“You’re right, my warrior – and now I think you have to pay for the bet you lost.”

“I’m at your command, my beloved.”

“I think we’ll start with a full body massage.”

Chapter Six: Learning Curve

Samantha and Janet came to their room after a slow walk through a peaceful and idyllic scenery. They consciously took the long way back to the guest palace, giving Samantha the chance to think about the evening’s revelations and what she just had consented to. They were holding hands, and every once in a while the brunette squeezed the bigger hand. She wouldn’t have been able to explain it but a big part of her was convinced that this day somehow had changed their lives – and more than just by openly showing what they felt for each other in front of their team mates.

When they had closed the door to their quarters, Samantha finally broke the silence. “So, what do you think about this special training?”

Janet smiled at the blonde, having anticipated this question since they left the Queen’s hut. “If it really can help with your nightmares, it could be worth the risk – and to be honest, I’m kind of intrigued by what they told us. I like spending time with Gabrielle, and I’d really like to learn from her.”

“So, we’ll do it?”

“It has to be your decision, Sam. What do you want?”

“I want to make love to you, Janet Rebecca Fraiser.”

“Sam, please answer my question. This is serious.”

“I’m perfectly serious, Jan. Yes, we’ll do it, and yes, I want to make love to you.”

The sparkle in Samantha’s eyes was more than the small brunette could resist. So, she stepped closer and unbuckled the belt of Samantha’s trousers. She slowly and sensually slid it out of the belt loops and let it drop to the ground. The taller woman tried to pluck Janet’s T-shirt out of the waistband of her BDU’s but two smaller hands gripped her wrists.

“Stand at ease, my major, and don’t move. I only see you naked when you’re injured and your clothing has to be cut off. I want to savour this moment. I want to discover your body with a lover’s eyes. Please, indulge me!”

“Your wish is my command, my Janet, my love. -- It’s so strange to finally be able to say it out loud. The nights I spent at your house, I always dreamed of tiptoeing over to your room and just snuggling down next to you.”

Janet looked up from her task of unbuttoning Sam’s AF trousers with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “So, even your dreams about me are rather chaste. Should I be disappointed?”

“There’s no reason for that. Taking you in my arms was only the beginning. You would wake up after a few minutes and shrug out of your nightshirt. Your brown eyes would pin me to the bed. You’d ordered me to get out of my boxers and ….” She was silenced by a kiss and with a little help the smaller woman pulled Sam’s black T-shirt over her head, leaving her in a black military issue sports bra, her nipples straining against the soft material.

Janet’s hands trailed down the sides of Sam’s body, repainting the contours with tender fingertips, barely touching her but still sending tingles down her spine. The rather rough cloth of her trousers was peeled over her hips and with the same movement she got rid of the socks and slippers. Starting with Samantha’s left knee she began to kiss her way upwards, pleasantly surprised by the strong scent of arousal. She then slid the breeches down and found herself facing a neatly trimmed tuft of blond hair. It was hard but she resisted the temptation and kissed her way down to the right knee.

Sam stepped out of her underwear, got rid of her bra and pulled Janet up to stand in front of her. Their eyes held each other for endless seconds before their lips met. This time there was no gentleness, no exploring. The kiss was feral, hungry; both of them trying to put all their pent-up energy and passion in this single kiss.

When they had to come up to breathe, Sam said with a catlike purr. “You’re way overdressed, my Jan. Let me help you out of this cumbersome clothing.”

“No, chance, my love. Go and get on the bed. I’ll strip for you.”

Janet began to sway her hips in a sensuous rhythm that alone would have made Samantha’s heart beat faster. And though Janet wished that she was wearing a long, flowing skirt instead of her functional training’s attire, she made the best of it. She first pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing a pink sports bra. She then turned around, still swaying her hips. The bra swiftly followed the shirt. Samantha’s breath paused at the sight of the play of muscles the simple movement made visible. She always had thought of Janet as the soft, feminine type – but she should have known better, at least since their first encounter with Hathor. The small woman hauled the bodies of marines two and three times her weight around on an almost daily basis.

All thought fled the blonde when Janet made a half turn and began to slowly unlace her combat boots. She took her time with standing to her full five foot two inches in height. Another half turn brought her to once again face the bed. Sam’s hungry eyes were all the encouragement she needed; but she stuck to her plan and kept up her slow seduction. One after the other the buttons of her trousers were opened, revealing the upper edge of pink panties. Together they landed on the floor. She stepped out of them directly into Sam’s waiting arms.

“You’re so beautiful, Jan. It’s still dark outside but in this room the sun just rose. Looking at you, feeling your skin on mine, makes me happy. I’m at home, finally at home.”

The blonde’s hands were roaming all over her body and Janet closed her eyes to memorise the feeling. She then stood on the tip of her toes and whispered in Sam’s ear. “You’re the one who’s beautiful, my brilliant warrior. You don’t know how much of a turn-on it is to feel the hard muscles under your soft skin. I also feel at home in your arms. Please, make me yours.”

“Beautiful, inside and out.” Sam murmured while nibbling Janet’s ear, pulling her closer, and carrying her to the bed. With hands and mouth they explored each other, slowly, savouring the texture of the other woman’s kin, internalising her scent. Finally, Samantha was on top, mindful to keep most of her weight on her hands and arms and off of Janet. Their hips were moving with the same sensuous rhythm the smaller woman had held while undressing. They were in perfect sync; grinding against each other, pelvis touching pelvis. They came together in an explosion of energy neither of them had ever experienced before.

Still panting, Samantha rolled on her back, pulling the brunette with her, enveloped in a strange and yet eerily familiar sense of togetherness. Minutes passed without either of them moving or talking, and then both said. “Thank you, my love.”

Blue eyes found brown and they burst out laughing. Some time later, Janet had manoeuvred herself in her usual spot at Samantha’s side, her head pillowed on the taller woman’s shoulder, she asked. “Why did you thank me, Sammy?”

“Because for the first time in my life I understand what all this talk about sex, about making love is about. You’re the first to make me feel this way and I hope you also will be the last.” Samantha answered almost in a whisper.

“The first?”

“The first, my Jan. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had sex before, but now I know that I’ve never made love before. It’s the most wonderful feeling. For the first time I don’t feel like I have to prove something or that you’d expect me to react in a certain way. I didn’t know that it could be like this.”

Janet kissed the side of Sam’s breast and chuckled at the immediate reaction the almost innocent touch provoked. “Yes, Sammie, it’s the most wonderful feeling.” She whispered and continued her exploration of the soft skin in front of her. Her efforts were rewarded with a low moan. Her lips found an already taut nipple and she began to suckle like a hungry child. With her left knee between Samantha’s thighs they once again were on their way to Cythera, paying tribute to Aphrodite.

~*~

A couple of hours later, someone was banging on the door. They had only been asleep a few minutes. Relying on years of crisis management, they instantly were awake and Samantha remembered that she should have been at the training grounds half an hour ago. Janet sent her to the bathroom, slipped a robe over her naked body, and opened the door.

“Master Niva, please come in and have a seat. Samantha will be with us in a few minutes. We sort of overslept.”

When Niva saw the piles of clothing strewn on the ground, she pretty much guessed what really had made them late. She simply couldn’t pass this chance up. “Would it be wrong to presume that you had a hand in Samantha Carter’s sudden, uncharacteristic forgetfulness, Janet Fraiser?”

“One could see it that way, weapons’ master. Actually, I most certainly did. I accept full responsibility”.

“No, she doesn’t.” Samantha said while closing the bathroom door. “What will my punishment be, Master Niva?”

“For once, I accept extenuating circumstances, warrior; so, I’ll let it go with another extra candlemark of drilling at the end of today’s session. Now, go and start with your warm-up exercises. I have to speak with the healer.”

Samantha walked towards the door, but was called back by Janet who closed the distance between them and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Now, you may go.” She closed the door behind her and then turned her attention towards the weapons’ master. “I’m really sorry, Master Niva. Please, don’t be too hard on her.”

“Do not worry, healer. I remember what being in love feels like.” The taller woman answered with a hint of sadness in her voice and a knowing grin on her face that made Janet blush. “But now, back to business. Consort Xena informed me that I would have to attend the whole session of the Great Council. So we will have to reschedule your training. I’ll leave it to you. We can just do two sessions tomorrow or we can do it now.”

“Now, please!”

“So be it. I want you at the training grounds half a candlemark after sunrise. Enough time to take a long shower and clean up the room. Don’t be late.”

~*~

Five hours later, a freshly showered and very tired Major Samantha Carter stepped through Athena’s Ring and onto the platform in the Gate Room of Cheyenne Mountain. Her official report didn’t take long; and she easily was granted that her team should stay on longer than initially planned. She argued that they made good progress, and that it would be counterproductive to bring in new people right now.

Shortly after the debriefing she left the base, officially to fetch a few things for Janet and herself, which she did. Her true purpose, however, was to privately meet with General Hammond. Leaving his office she had slipped him a message. It said. ‘We have to talk, Uncle George.’ Followed by two eyes in a circle.

Samantha had just finished packing the worn UCLA sweat shirt Janet had asked for in the big gym bag she intended to bring back to Gaia when the General arrived. She made some coffee, and then began to tell him about Gabrielle’s and Xena’s immortality and the fact that Egeria was living on their planet.

George Hammond listened without interrupting. He manifested no anger, disappointment, or surprise at her decision to keep it out of her written report. In fact he seemed relieved.

“I’m glad that you told me, Sam. There was a message from the high council of the Tok’Ra, warning us about them. Doctor Jackson also has some suspicions. Perhaps, … yes, call him and ask him to come over. He’s better able to explain.”

While they waited for Daniel to make the twenty minutes’ drive to Janet’s house, Samantha talked about Gaia and the Amazons; for once not reigning in her fascination and enthusiasm by coating it with scientific objectivity. To Hammond, it was as if a part of the carefree child she once had been, before her mother’s death, had finally returned.

~*~

A few minute later, Daniel Jackson arrived with Teal’c and O’Neill in tow, and Samantha gave them a short version of what she just had told the general.

“Damn it! She was right all these years – and I won’t be able to tell her.”

“Tell whom?”

“A friend, Doctor Sabrina Levinson. She’s a research assistant in Washington. She’s brilliant and would be at the head of her own department by now, if not for this stupid, insane theory that she simply refused to denounce after it accidentally got published. And now -- to know that she was right.”

“Danny-boy, calm down. Start at the beginning, would you? Without the rather cryptic message from the Tok’Ra, I would have a hard time accepting Carter’s story. I know you already know what Daniel has to say, Sir, but I’d really like a chance to understand better.”

“Doctor Jackson only told me about his suspicions, not how he came to develop them. I’d also like to hear it, Colonel.” The General answered.

“The message the Tok’ra sent said that the High Queen of the Amazon Nation and her Consort are, and I quote, ‘older than most, cunning, and quick to stick their fingers where they’re not wanted’. End quote. It was their names that triggered my memory. When I was working with Professor Jordan, Sabrina was one of his junior assistants. She has an innate understanding of languages, Egyptian, Greek, Arabic, Aramaic... You may think that I am good with languages but compared to her I’m nothing but an illiterate babe in the woods. Even the most ancient dialects are no problem for her.”

“She would be a worthy candidate for the Stargate Project, Daniel Jackson.” Teal’c said.

“Yes, she probably would, but she hates the military and, as far as I know, never would work within our command structure. – Anyway. She wrote a highly-applauded thesis about the trading routes between Egypt and Greece in the centuries before the Roman occupation. But her real interest lay somewhere else. Her grandmother died when she was still in highschool. Among the things she left her was a diary and three old scrolls, story scrolls in Ancient Greek. These scrolls are the reason why she made a double major in Archaeology and Linguistics.

“They told about the adventures of a great warrior woman named Xena and her companion Gabrielle. She tried to prove that they really had existed; it was like an obsession. She found their names in the ruins of an Artemis’ temple in Thessaly, hints in Britannia, and even in China. She even was able to find two more scrolls. One of them told how Cecrops, the mariner cursed by Poseidon, was set free and the other one was about a trip to India, and how the demon, Indrajit was defeated by Xena. She didn’t have the intention to go public but it somehow happened and she refused to distance herself from her theories. She still does.

“Though the authenticity of the scrolls couldn’t be denied, no one wanted to see more in these scrolls than products of an overactive imagination. It ruined her reputation but she never gave up.

“We spoke at Professor Jordan’s funeral, before this whole mess with Osiris happened. She told me that she had found three more of the scrolls, one of them telling a strange story of this Xena living as a slave among the Amazons. She is certain that they are authentic, but she also harbours a great deal of bitterness.”

Daniel now looked at the General. “I know that this has the potential to endanger the Stargate Program but if there is one thing in this world I trust it’s her integrity and reliability.

“I really would love to tell her that she was right the whole time. – Sam, do you think you could speak with the Queen on her behalf?”

“I’ll try Daniel, but I can’t make any promises. – If you all don’t mind. I have to get back. I promised not to be late for the party.”

“Another party? What are you doing out there, working or enjoying yourself?” O’Neill grumbled.

“Oh we’re working hard, as our reports should prove abundantly, but the Amazons as a rule don’t forget to also enjoy the other side of life. They know how to have a good time – and in their eyes this opportunity is just too good to pass up on. Today the Regents of the other villages on Gaia and from the other planets belonging to the Amazon Nation are holding their annual meeting. They call it the High Council; they are talking the whole day and in the evening they relax. Hey, even I enjoyed myself last week and that’s no small feat. Besides, our hosts would be disappointed were we not to attend, sir.”

“This is so unfair,” Jack whined.

“That’s enough, Colonel O’Neill.” George Hammond’s deep voice retorted sharply. “Back to business. Major Carter!” Samantha immediately stood at attention. “Let Queen Gabrielle know that the story you told me and the data she gave to you will be treated with the utmost confidentiality. Only the President himself will be informed. There will be no trace of it in Area 51 or any other database. And now, go, call Cassandra before you return.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. – Concerning Cassie, Colonel O’Neill. She will stay at summer camp for another two weeks. With the General having approved of a prolongation of our stay, Doctor Fraiser will not be back in time. Could you take her on a fishing trip or something ‘til the end of the holidays? She would be thrilled to spend to some time with you.”

“With Doctor Jackson doing the cooking and Teal’c actually catching some fish, it could turn into a good trip for the girl.” Hammond said with a smirk. “Consider yourself on recruiting duty, O’Neill.”

“General, I’m hurt. You have to know I’m a magician with a grill.” O’Neill answered, sporting a grin himself. “Yes, Carter, I’ll do it. It will be fun to have the little sprout for a few days.”

‘Little sprout’! Cassandra would have a major fit had she heard him. She was quickly becoming a hormone-driven, typical American teen; the Colonel would have his hands full with her. She was always ready to break the rules, test her boundaries, and drive her parents crazy with worry and doubt. No one would have thought that she had been born on an alien planet and to a totally different social structure. Samantha knew it wasn’t exactly fair but instead of dampening Jack’s enthusiasm with a dose of reality she simply said. “I’m sure you all will have a lot of fun, sir. – And now let me call and break the news to her. See you at the base in about an hour.”

~*~

Samantha made it back in time for the big party, but Janet and she only stayed as long as necessary not to arouse any suspicions and then retired to their room where they spent the night exploring each other’s body and making love.

The next day there was to be no training or other activities scheduled due to the expected general hangover. They had explicit orders to enjoy this day off and to stay out of shouting range of the infirmary and the laboratories. So, Samantha led her new lover to a secluded spot a candlemark’s walk to the North of Athena’s Ring, an hour North of the Stargate, she corrected herself – in both cases far away from grumpy Amazon with a killer headache and the temptations of work.

According to Xena it was one of the most romantic sites on the whole planet and perfectly suited to ‘celebrate the joining of a soul and the union of two bodies’. That’s what the Consort had called it but Samantha had been too busy with blushing to really think about her words.

The Consort had been right. They had followed a sun-speckled path through the forest; in deference to Janet’s aversion against heights they took the long way and stayed on the ground. It was basically the same setting as the spot where the four women had had their picnic a few days ago with the added bonus of a thirty foot waterfall and a miniature beach with fine white sand. They were mesmerised by the tiny rainbows the cascading water let dance on its surface, and for a long time they simply stood still and soaked up the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them.

The spell was broken by a hunting hawk’s cry; and at first Samantha thought that it was Xena announcing her arrival, having learned that the hawk was the birdcall used to identify the Consort, but then she saw the animal in question circling high above their heads. She studied the elegant creature for a long moment, brought back to more interesting things by Janet intensifying her hold around her waist and snuggling closer in her embrace. Her brown eyes were twinkling when Sam looked down to an open invitation the blonde was unable and unwilling to resist.

They spent the day making love on the beach, with and without the benefit of a blanket. Both vowed they never again would do something this stupid, though the task of removing the grains of sand from the other’s skin and from places sand really wasn’t meant to be in the nearby pond turned out to be a very pleasurable experience. They slept a little and ate. They made love in the water with Janet clinging to Samantha’s taller frame, and they made love standing under the waterfall. They let their bodies do all the talking, and basked in the ever-growing feeling of belonging together.

When afternoon turned into evening, they regretfully returned to the guest palace to keep their dinner date with the other members of the research team. They had to tell them that Samantha would be out of reach for the next three days. They still hadn’t decided if they should tell them the truth, but when Samantha saw their expectant faces she found that they deserved to know as much of the real reasons for her training with the Consort as she was able to communicate. The others seemed to be content with her explanation.

She still couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to the special training and getting in contact with Jolinar than the Queen and Xena had been willing to tell. And though Gabrielle only this morning, before their picnic, had tried to give her a clearer picture of what would happen; it still boiled down to one simple question: trust. Did she trust both of them enough to do what was asked of her without really understanding why?

For the soldier in her, it should have been very simple. She only had to accept Xena and Gabrielle as her commanding officers – and following orders was something she was well accustomed to do. It would be easy to follow their orders, very easy but the soldier in her always had been at war with the scientist who wanted to know the why and how of an order, who wanted to know the reasoning behind it – and over the years this part of her had been getting stronger and stronger.

Before Janet joined the Stargate Project Samantha never had acted on her feelings alone, but now she felt it was the right thing to do – not only regarding this training’s schedule, but also her relationship with Janet. It still was slightly disconcerting for her not to question her emotions but instead to comfortably rely on them.

~*~

“Let’s go for a walk, Janet Fraiser!”

The tone of the Queen’s voice left no doubt that it wasn’t a question or an invitation but an order. And Janet knew why – and she also didn’t miss the almost pathetically grateful expressions of some of the infirmary staff. She had been prickly and on the edge since Samantha had left with Xena that morning. The rational part of her mind knew that her lover was in no physical danger, and she also was well aware that before the end of the first day she would be a nervous wreck if she kept this level of tension up.

They walked in silence and finally came to the Queen’s house in the forest where they sat on the comfortable chairs on the back porch. “I’m sorry, I lost my temper, Queen Gabrielle.”

“It’s understandable, Janet. They all know why you’re on the edge. It’s all right.”

“But I’m a doctor. I should have more control.” The brunette answered.

“I have news for you, Doctor,” Gabrielle answered with a smile, “being a healer, a doctor, doesn’t make you any less human, my friend. In fact being human is what makes you such a good healer.” The brown eyed woman blushed slightly.

“Healer, I like the word. The first few times Master Niva used it I thought she wanted to make fun of me. A healer is so much more than a doctor, someone who not only cares for the body but also for the souls of their patients – No, I don’t think, I’m a healer, Gabrielle.”

“A healer knows that there has to be a balance between the body and the soul. You care for your patients, Janet. You never forget that they are human; you respect their feelings and their fears. You never let them wake up alone in the infirmary not knowing what is going on. You are a healer – but you also are a woman in love, worrying about your beloved-one. Don’t disregard your feelings.”

“Rationally, I know, your Consort will take good care of her, but…” There was a long period of silence.

“Let’s try something. Do you trust me, Janet?” The other woman nodded. “Do you see the mobile at the other end of the porch?” Janet once again nodded. “Look at it, closely, as closely as you can. Nothing in the world exists but this mobile and my voice. Breathe, in and out, in and out. See the mobile sparkling in the sun. See how it’s slowly turning. Breathe in and out. Look at the mobile. In and slowly out. Your eyelids are starting to drop. Don’t fight it. Continue to breathe, slowly. There’s darkness surrounding you, but very far away there’s a tiny point of light. Breathe. The light slowly gets bigger, in rhythm with your breathing. In and out. It gets bigger as if you were walking towards it. Concentrate on the light. That’s all that counts. Concentrate on the light. My voice is fading away. Concentrate on the light. It’s getting closer and closer.”

Gabrielle fell silent. Janet no longer needed her guidance.

Some time later brown eyes reopened and a happy smile graced her face. “Thank you, Gabrielle. Now, I know that she is all right. – How did you do it?”

“You did it, Janet. I only showed you the way, that’s all.”

“I saw Sam. Sam was the light. I could feel her love for me. I knew what she was feeling. But I still don’t understand.”

“It’s the most simple and the most amazing thing all in one. – You feel her love for you because she is a part of you, part of what and who you are. She is the light in your darkness, just as you are the light in hers.”

“It’s that story you told: one soul in two bodies. What Xena said to Sam, celebrate the joining of a soul.” Gabrielle didn’t answer but she also didn’t deny the other woman’s words. “It makes sense, in a weird sort of way. Sam and I felt drawn to each other almost from the beginning. I never had a best friend before, but Sam and I, we became friends almost from the first moment. I know when she enters a room without even having to look. Yes, it makes sense. She completes me. We’re soulmates. Wow!”

“Yeah, wow! This is only the beginning. Soon, you will have no need to close your eyes to know what Samantha is feeling and in time she will know what you are feeling. It is a great gift, but it also can be a curse. You not only will feel positive emotions but all emotions. And if one of you is in turmoil, if you are angry with each other, it will be hell. There’s nothing more hurtful than this; believe me, I know.”

“You knew about us from the beginning, Xena and you, right?”

“We suspected from the first mission report we read about the two of you, about P3X-759, what Doctor Jackson called ‘the Broca divide’. Don’t be alarmed; the signs were too subtle for your superiors to see and interpret correctly. We know about your strange regulations.

“It was more what was not in the report that let us know, well at least suspect. Janet, you were in Samantha’s cell for more than two minutes before she was hurt by a new arrival. She didn’t harm you in any way; she didn’t see you as an intruder in her territory like the other woman was.”

“You’re right, she didn’t attack me. She was gentle and caring before the SF’s brought in this ensign. I could feel that woman’s eyes on me and Sam shielded me with her body and disabled her, not without being hurt herself in the process.

“Put like that,” the small doctor continued, “Sam only was trying to protect me when she attacked the other female.

“Oh god, I never before thought of it this way. It should have been so obvious, even this early. I could kick myself for all the precious time we lost.”

“Hindsight, Janet! Hindsight always is an easy way out, but that’s not what this is about. You have two lifetimes to find out what you want, yours and Samantha’s.

“We knew, since we first saw you together, but you had to find out on your own. It’s not something that can be forced. Your souls always will be calling to each other. Letting them meld together has to be a conscious decision.

“I was fascinated by Xena the first moment I saw her, but it took us more than two years before we acknowledged our mutual feelings.”

“You said that Sam ‘in time’ will be able to feel my emotions. Why only then? Why doesn’t she react to our connection as I do?”

“She will. She just needs more time. – Samantha is a very complex woman. After her mother’s death, her father didn’t have the slightest idea how to raise a girl, so, he brought her up as a soldier. A soldier never cries, a soldier never shows fear, a soldier never admits to pain, a soldier always obeys orders – and Samantha became a very good soldier. But she’s so much more. She could easily combine being a soldier and being a brilliant scientist, but that’s not all there is to her. She had her feelings locked up for such a long time; it’s hard for her, very hard.”

“And having Jolinar’s memories to deal with didn’t make it any easier, I suppose.”

“Yes, Janet. That’s where you come in. It’s hard to believe and we still are not able to come up with a scientific explanation. We’re not only talking about Jolinar’s memories or her knowledge. What Jolinar left behind, would more exactly be described as the shadow of her personality and her soul. It usually only happens when the symbiote leaves the body of the host of its own free will – and even then it has to be a conscious act from the symbiote.”

“I don’t understand.” The doctor answered, but her voice clearly betrayed how uneasy she still felt about the whole incident. “Jolinar let Samantha go because she had no other choice.”

“No, Janet, you should know better. Jolinar consciously yielded to the Ashrak’s torture to save Samantha; only half a minute later and …. Anyway, it was a conscious act. If she hadn’t let her go, Samantha would be dead by now. – It’s hard to explain, Janet.

“Usually, a host has no recollection of its symbiote, even if it surprisingly does survive. Not because there’s nothing left of the host, but because they have nothing in common.“

Janet wanted to voice an objection.

“The fact that Sam has been able to tap into even a small part of Jolinar’s memories is a sure indicator.

“Until now, Samantha has tried to control Jolinar by ignoring her as best as she could. She has her tucked away in a dark part of her mind – hoping she simply would disappear. But it’s not as easy as that, Jolinar keeps on popping up in her nightmares.

“All Xena can do in these three days is to open the door, but it will be up to Samantha to decide what to do with these new possibilities. She can try to return to the way it was before. She can try to only use the factual knowledge Jolinar left behind. She can try to accept Jolinar as an integral part of her own soul, relying on her as one would upon a friend. She can try to fuse Jolinar’s shadow with her own mind.

“It cannot be done in one step or two. It’s a rather slow process. And it will be your job to give her the strength to make the right decision. You will be her guiding spirit, her beacon of light.”

“How? How can I guide her when I don’t have the slightest idea which of these options would be the best of her?”

“That’s not the question. You will guide her by giving her strength. You will guide her with your belief in her, with your trust in her. You will guide her with your love – but whatever happens, it still will have to be her decision, and hers alone.

“As for the how! – That’s why we are here. That’s what I already have started to teach you. It’s hard to explain but easier to do.”

~*~

There was a faint knock on one of the support beams of the porch’s ceiling. Gabrielle turned her attention to the young Amazon standing on the steps and fidgeting nervously.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, your majesty. The record keeper sent me. She wants to archive this week’s disciplinarian report.”

“Oh, yes. Thanks for reminding me. I promised to see to it this morning. It’s on my desk in the study, go and get it for me, please. I’ll have a quick look; then you can take it to your mistress.”

The girl nodded, disappeared into the house, and was back mere heartbeats later. She knelt in front of the Queen and presented her with a short scroll.

“Sit down. This will take a few candledrops.”

“If you don’t mind, my Queen, I’d prefer to stand.” The young woman said quietly.

Gabrielle studied her for a moment and asked. “Will I find your name in there, Hilaria?”

The girl blushed and stammered. “Yes, my Queen.”

The blonde immortal read. “Only five offences on the whole planet. That’s not bad. – Tell me, Hilaria, what made your mistress triple the usual sentence for disrespect?”

The young woman’s blush deepened; her voice was barely audible when she answered. “I made out with my girlfriend instead of working. It got a bit heated and we somehow crashed against one of the scroll cases and it toppled over, spilling its content on the floor. I deserved it, your majesty. I volunteered for double shifts to make it up to Mistress Raina.”

“Have the cane marks been treated?”

“Yes, your majesty. The record keeper escorted me herself to the infirmary.”

“Have you been forgiven, Hilaria?”

“Yes, my Queen, and I promised that I will keep my private life out of the archives from now on.”

“That’s good to hear. Do you like working with the record keeper. Raina can be very demanding.”

“At first I didn’t. I thought it was dull and boring but then I began to listen to what Mistress Raina was telling me. I began to learn things about our traditions and our history I never would have thought possible. I think of staying on after the end of my community service, my Queen. Raina said that she needs an apprentice.” The young woman said softly. “My mother will be furious but I’m prepared to stand her wrath.”

“Your mother is a very proud warrior but I’m sure that she will approve of your heart’s decision, Hilaria. Niva didn’t follow in her own mother’s footsteps, so she can’t expect it of you. I’m here if you need someone to lend you a willing ear.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” She answered, bowed deeply, and disappeared between the tree trunks.

“Community service, Gabrielle?”

“Oh yes, we never talked about our education system. Young Amazons do community service after school and after they have finished with basic weapons’ training. The work in the kitchen or the dining hall, the playpen or the infirmary, the archive; wherever help is needed. They rotate every couple of weeks and gain a better understanding of how our society works, and they get the chance to decide what they want to do with their life. With the help of the SGC spending time on Earth soon will be part and parcel of this time.”

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes and then Janet said pensively. “There’s something I don’t understand, Gabrielle. The punishment thing, corporal punishment; I don’t understand why you didn’t abandon it centuries ago. It doesn’t seem consistent with everything I’ve heard about you and everything I’ve seen of you. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. You have the soul of a healer, a philosopher. How can you condone harming your people this way? Sam tried to tell me that it’s a spiritual thing but…”

“I know how you feel, Janet, believe me. I needed a lot of time to accept it, to understand it. It’s not easy to explain. When I became an Amazon Princess I slowly learned about their rules and traditions. Queen Melosa was on a journey to a neighbouring village when I first was confronted with the penal system of the Amazons. Then there was no choice between spiritual or corporal punishments. A young Amazon had been found guilty of disobedience and cowardice. She had been late for her guard shift at the outer edges of their territory. She was to be whipped, twenty strokes with a cat-of-nine-tails; by modern standards this would be considered barbaric.

“I spoke with the girl and the weapons’ master, her commanding officer. They all were convinced that it was a just punishment, and that it would be right for her to wear the marks of her shame for the rest of her life. The decision had been made before I arrived at the village. I wanted to change the sentence but Xena convinced me that there was nothing I could do without disrespecting their culture.

“I got Xena to treat her back to keep it from scarring but I still had nightmares even weeks after. In my eyes, the young Amazon had been nothing more but a child. It revived some dark memories. My father always had been the master of the house. He regularly beat us, my sister as well as my mother and me. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why I was so eager to leave the village.

“In your terms, what my father did was child abuse, and that’s what I thought was happening in the Amazon village. As it turned out, I was wrong. Even then, no Amazon would ever have raised her hand against a child. I misjudged the situation. Ephiny tried to explain it but then I didn’t want to understand. When I took the mask, I had resigned myself to ‘their’ ways; but to me it had nothing to do with me, with my life, with my character. Then, I didn’t see myself as an Amazon.

“After the crucifixion, my view of the world changed. I suppose you know about our trip to India and what we found there.”

Janet hesitatingly nodded. Yes, she had heard Jessica telling stories about Xena finding the way of the warrior and Gabrielle trying to follow the path of love – but she never had taken them seriously. It seemed that once again she had been wrong.

“I killed trying to save Xena’s life, and it changed my perspective. I learned the hard way that sometimes violence is needed to stop violence. You know this and you accepted it, otherwise you never would have joined the Air Force or stayed on after the first patient died in your arms.”

“But there’s a difference, Gabrielle, between accepting violence as a necessary evil and to condone violence as a tool to keep one’s people in-line. I don’t want to insult you or the Amazon Nation, Queen Gabrielle, but in my book that’s dangerously close to tyranny.”

“I’m not offended, Janet. It’s what I said to Xena and my first Regent, Ephiny when they tried to make me understand. In a way you’re even right. The mostly unquestioned power an Amazon Queen or even a Regent has over their subjects can easily be abused and turn into tyranny. It has more than one time in the past; power tends to corrupt and poison a person’s soul.

“Our penal system, however, is about something else. It has a lot to do with the mindset of the Amazons as a whole, their core identity, so to speak. Over the centuries, I learned that regardless of how much their lives change and vary, of how many changes there are; there is one thing that never changed.

“Amazons are warriors at heart, even if they spend all of their adult lives working in the infirmary or the archives but from the beginning of their existence they never have been warriors just for the sake of fighting, a few exceptions not withstanding. They fight to defend their homes and their families. They fight to protect the innocent, the community, and the individual. That’s what they all are convinced they were born to. That is what Amazon honour and Amazon justice ultimately are all about.”

“So, any shortcomings would be regarded as a threat to the stability of the community as well as the individual. And because warriors are rather hands-on using corporal punishment is the easiest way for them as well as for society to regain the lost balance.”

“Yes, Janet. That’s how I learned to see it. There’s more to it, especially considering warriors as proud and honour-bound as Master Niva, my stubborn Consort, and a certain astrophysicist. If you want to we can talk some more about this tomorrow. For now, I want you to once again conjure up the light of Samantha’s soul with your inner eye. Feel free to use the mobile as your starting point. I’ll get us some tea.”

Janet’s eyes followed the Queen’s graceful movement until the door to the hut closed behind her. She still had a lot of questions but for now she would have to take the Queen’s words at face value.

She obediently turned her attention towards the mobile though she doubted that she would succeed without the blonde woman’s help. But surprisingly it worked. – And more surprisingly Samantha was having fun, lots of fun. She and the Consort probably were chasing each other through the treetops. She concentrated on the feeling, and a few heartbeats later it was as if she were taking part in whatever her lover just did. It was more than just great. It was a feeling of completeness, of fulfilling, of home – and she never wanted to lose it.

Then there was another presence in her mind; a presence clouding her view and slowly bringing her back to reality. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and found herself face to face with Gabrielle’s green orbs. “Are you all right, Janet?”

“What happened? I was with Sam – and then there was a barrier between us. – Why did you do this, Gabrielle?” The small doctor asked still slightly confused.

“What’s the last thing you remember, Janet?”

“I remember you telling me to try and make contact with Sam, no, you told me to search for the light of Samantha’s soul in my mind.”

“Yes, I did -- but that was more than three candlemarks ago. -- You were lost in Samantha’s emotions. -- It can be a blessing, but also a rather confusing experience. It’s very tempting, but you shouldn’t be ready to experience it, yet.”

“What are you talking about, Gabrielle?”

“We didn’t know that your connection with Samantha was already this strong. We didn’t take into account that the two of you were so intimately connected before becoming intimate. – I’m sorry!”

“Don’t! -- It felt great but I’d really like an explanation. I presume that I’ll need a certain level of distance to be able to help Samantha.”

“Yes; I’ll teach you how to maintain this distance and a few other things – but not now. It’s long after lunch time, and I’m hungry. We will talk after grabbing something to eat.”

The cook provided them with a leisurely late lunch. Janet never ceased to be in awe of Gabrielle’s interactions with her subjects. Regardless of what they asked of her, how inane or superfluous their questions seemed to be; she answered them all with dignity, patience, and humour. It was almost like magic seeing these proud and strong women eager to please their small Queen.

They returned to the Queen’s hut, and Janet once again settled on the swing of the back porch. “When a soul joins its other half…”

~*~

It was more than two days later and Janet was pacing. The sun already had gone down; Samantha should have been back by now. She was getting worried, more and more every minute. Gabrielle had told her that her lover probably would be exhausted after spending two days and two nights in a sweating hut, and that otherwise she would be okay. Janet wasn’t convinced.

It was one hour after sunset when the blonde finally came through the door. Janet took in her slightly slumped shoulders and the missing sparkle in her eyes – and she immediately knew that she was more mentally exhausted than physically. So, she did the only thing she could think of, she took her in her arms. Samantha didn’t answer the fierce hug with one of her own; after a few minutes, however, she began to relax into the embrace and let herself be guided to the couch.

“Lie down, my love, get some rest!” Janet sat down and cradled Samantha’s head and shoulders in her lap. Thanks to Gabrielle’s training, she could easily feel that her lover had been wounded by the experience. She still was very tense.

The brunette began to hum while stroking Samantha’s hair. She began to sing, an old lullaby she usually only used to chase one of Cassandra’s nightmares away. They had been a regular occurrence in the beginning. Sam gradually relaxed and they slipped in a comfortable silence.

“I talked to her.” The tall warrior said after some time. “She was so angry. She said that I would kill her bit by bit every day by ignoring her. She said she regretted giving her life for me. She was so angry, Janet, so angry.” There were tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing to her. I wanted to tell her but she didn’t listen. I know how it feels to be trapped; no one should feel this way.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, baby. You only tried to protect yourself as best as you knew how. Talk to her, tell her now.”

“Xena said I shouldn’t risk the sweating hut on my own.” Samantha knew that she was just making excuses.

And Janet didn’t let her get away with it. “You don’t need to, Sam. Just close your eyes and talk to her. I know you can do it.”

“I’m afraid, Jan.”

“Don’t be. She’s a voice in your head but she’s dead now, Sammy. She is dependent on you. Setting her free was the right thing to do. However, it’s only the first step. It will have been basically in vain if you don’t use what she has to offer.” Janet said calmly.

“Help me!”

“That’s what I’m here for. I’ll be with you the whole time, my love.”

Samantha snuggled closer and obediently closed her eyes, using what Xena had taught her in the sweating hut. Janet gently rubbed the small of her back in a soothing rhythm, conveying to her a sense of belonging and security. She then closed her own eyes and called upon the light in her own soul. Instead of melding with it, she maintained a certain distance, ready to come to her assistance whenever needed.

They spent the whole night in this position, shifting slightly every once in a while but never losing contact. Janet had to make closer contact with Samantha’s soul a few times, reassuring her, calming her. A couple of hours before dawn they both drifted off to sleep.

To say that all was well from this night on would have been an exaggeration but it did go better than either, Xena or Gabrielle, had anticipated. Janet began to feel Samantha’s emotions as an ongoing presence in her mind, just like some kind of background noise -- and thus knew whenever the blonde needed her. And Samantha was slowly gaining more confidence in her conversations with Jolinar’s ghost who in turn was step by step getting over her accumulated animosity for the human.

Samantha still had her training sessions with the weapons’ master in the hours before and just after dawn. She then worked for a few hours on acquiring new knowledge, and the afternoon and early hours of the evening were dedicated to her lessons with the Consort.

Sometimes Xena only repeated and deepened what Master Niva had tried to teach her in the early morning candlemarks. Sometimes they were meditating. Sometimes they discussed wormhole physics and more convoluted technological and theoretical issues Samantha would have rejected as pointless speculations only weeks before. Sometimes Xena took her for a ride.

Samantha knew that every time they were together she learned something or had found something to think about but it never felt like lessons or training. It was more like spending time with an older friend, a friend she grew closer to every day.

Janet followed a similar schedule. She was with the Queen from the early morning hours until midday, then worked with Niva to get rid of some pent-up tension and finished her workday at the infirmary. The two couples usually dined together at the Queen’s house in the forest or with the rest of the research team in the communal dining hall.