Thought someone might be interested in "I was a Teenage Tok'ra." Draft 1

She stared defiantly at the so-called "god" that towered before her in his grand attire: Ra. *I should never have let this happen, but it's too late now.*

Ra snapped his fingers and his pet Jaffa, also dressed elaborately, came forward. He pried open her clenched jaw, poured the contents of a golden goblet into her mouth, and held her mouth and lips shut, in effect, forcing her to swallow.

Oh, how the fiery liquid burned! Its chemicals quickly leapt into her blood, having separate effects for symbiote and host. The chemicals slammed into her, reminding her of coming out of hyperspace without bracing herself. She held onto consciousness with every fiber of strength she had, trying desperately to remove the chemicals from her host's blood. If she didn't, Eminara would be forced to reveal everything the two of them knew of the Tok'ra.

The last thing Vinnet knew before her grasp of consciousness slipped away was Ra's sinister laugh at the knowledge of her desperation.


Sarah awoke breathing hard and lying dead still, as if a single twitch would be rewarded with a painful zat blast. She took a few moments to calm down before noting the comforting weight of her dog at the foot of her bed.

She thought about rolling over and going back to sleep, but panicked when she realized she couldn’t. Of course, how could she have forgotten about Vinnet, even at... two: forty-three in the morning?

The Tok'ra glanced around the room, which was lit by a digital clock display that cast an eerie green tint to the dog, bed posts, wooden desk, and shadowy figure in the corner. Vinnet looked again. Of course there wasn't any shadowy figures in the corner, waiting to kill her!

After quickly checking for traces of the fire drink in Sarah, the Tok'ra let her get back to sleep; later that day would be their first day of school together.


*It's all about the Pentiums, baby!
It's all about the Pentiums, baby!*

Sarah jerked awake at the beginning of the semi-rap-ish song. Vinnet merely wondered why anyone would write a song about computers, even if her host did find the words amusing.

The eighth grader readied herself and, deciding that if she could go thirty hours without food, she'd be good until lunch, headed straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Now, this would not normally be mentioned in a story, but most stories do not have Tok'ra brushing their teeth.

As her host readied the toothbrush and paste, Vinnet realized the purpose of the ritual. //That will not be necessary,// she thought, deciding words would best communicate her exact feelings on the matter.

Her host raised an eyebrow and continued. //Oh, really?//

//I can prevent anything better than you will with that,// the symbiote boasted.

//Go ahead,// Sarah replied, //but humor me.//

The symbiote mentally rolled her eyes and paid attention as Sarah half-heartedly ran the brush around her mouth.

With that done, she grabbed her coat and backpack and strolled out the new front door into the biting cold February morning. She arrived at the bus stop to find the rest of her group already there.

"Hey, Sarah," Jane greeted. "You missed the best discussion in Ancient Civ. yesterday! Marc got Mr. McC. to tell us stories all period!"

"I'm not even in your class," Sarah reminded her.

"Yeah, where were you?" Linda asked.

A mischievous smile came over her face. "I was abducted by aliens, who wanted to put a tracking device in me, but I said no thanks."

Most of the group groaned, except for Kat, who laughed... once. "Where were you really?" asked Caitlyn, a sophomore and Jane's sister.

Vinnet also scolded the Tau'ri for coming so close to the truth. "I was sick. Sith! I forgot my note, too." She frowned.

//This note must be from soneone in authority?// Vinnet inquired, seeking confirmation of what she already knew.

//Yeah. Not you.//

//How about Colonel O'Neill?//

She raised an eyebrow, belatedly realizing that she was talking to a snake in her head and that the others wouldn't understand. She'd have to get used to that. //It's all right. We'll get one for tomorrow. One day won't hurt anything.//

When the bus came, she hurried on to find that the closest empty seat to the front was only three seats from the back. She reluctantly took it, attempting to breathe less of the smelly air. //Please have a seat and join the dregs of the universe in the smokey undertail of the bustling metropolis of Coruscant,// Sarah thought to herself.

//Coruscant?//

//You're in my head, you should be able to... I dont' know, access what I know, right?// she thought as she was reminded of all the pictures and descriptions of Coruscant she'd seen.