For those of you who like Sarah and Vinnet, this is the official introduction of my post-season seven character. I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to make this stuff official in my mind, but if this character crops up elsewhere, you'll remember her. This is a little wordy, but enjoy!
OH, by the way, I think I've finally figured out how to have Reeses happen before season seven. It was hard, and I don't like it. They really messed everything up for me by kicking General Hammond off and giving Earth a way to kill the Goa'uld. Oh, well, I guess I'll live.



A lone figure marched down the ramp in the SGC's embarkation room, wearing traditional Tok'ra garb. Her hair was chin-length, somewhat frizzy, and the exact hue of dark chocolate. Her eyes were a striking blue, and not in just the normal sense; the usually white part of her eyes were blue, as were her irises.

Just after the wormhole shut off behind her, General Hammond gave the all-clear. As he entered the room, her eyes flashed with an ever-so-slightly green light. He flinched at this; like Colonel O'Neill, he could never really get used to it. "Welcome to Earth," he greeted.

She bowed and replied in the strange voice belonging to the symbiote, "Thank you, General Hammond. I appreciate the opportunity to return. I am Aldwin."

Hammond nodded politely. "How can we help you?"

"Two of the others need new hosts."

**********

Sarah held a hand to her head. This was giving her such a headache. "I'm sorry, Kathy, you don't understand what you're asking me to do."

"No," the woman across from her bit back, "you don't understand. My husband is dying here. It can't be that difficult to get him in any earlier. They say he has days left, Miss Anderson!"

The Tok'ra drew in a calming breath. "I've got that. But there is absolutely nothing I can do. Even if I--" The ringing phone interrupted her soon-to-be-callous argument. She picked it up. "Sarah Anderson."

"Hello, Sarah," Jack's voice chimed. "Aldwin dropped by today."

"Yeah?" Hope filled her voice. If she could get a symbiote for the man in front of her, his wife would stop breathing down her neck.

"Said they need two. Also got a new host, by the way."

"Really? What's he like?"

"She is weird. You'll have to see for yourself."

"Okay. Be there soon." As she hung up, she met the stares of the two in her office. "He said they're ready for you."

"What are we waiting for, then?" questioned Kathy.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "I need two people, healthy or not, to do this, but I can take only those volunteering for the procedure."

She nodded. "I'll do it."

*********

The Tok'ra, Matt, and the couple were riding silently toward the SGC when Kathy, who now sat beside her husband in the vehicle's middle row, asked, "If it's a procedure to cure cancer, why can healthy people undergo it?"

"Because the purpose of it isn't really to cure cancer." Sarah glanced at their faces in the rear-view mirror, making sure they were ready. Several months before, one of the Tok'ra had died because she hadn't arrived soon enough. After that, General Hammond had authorized her to brief the volunteers on the way.

"What do you mean?" Kathy's quiet husband peeped.

"Six years ago, we contacted a race of aliens called the Tok'ra." She paused to let the information sink in; the goal wasn't to give these people heart attacks. "Tok'ra cannot survive outside a particular environment: the human body."

"Eww!" Kathy squealed. "We won't do it! We won't do it!"

Sarah shrugged, guessing that her husband wasn't having as much of a hard time. "Hear me out. Tok'ra have an ability to cure their hosts of pretty much all diseases, including cancer. They can also heal wounds much faster than the human body alone."

Kathy glanced to her husband than back to Sarah. When she spoke, her voice was somewhat calmer. "What's in it for me? I don't have cancer."

"You're so worried about Brian; you'll get to be with him," Matt explained.

"Not necessarily," Sarah corrected. "You see, the Tok'ra aren't exactly a peaceful, industrialized civilization."

"They aren't?" she asked, worry in her voice again.

"Not really. The Tok'ra are a small group of rebels, who oppose an enemy we've been fighting for the past seven years. This enemy will kill without forethought. Actually, there's hundreds of them, and they think humans exist only to serve them."

"That's it. Turn this car around; we are not doing this," Kathy stammered. "I've heard enough. Even if all this is true, you're a hypocrite, asking us to be these Toka when you're not."

Matt's laughing broke into the following silence while Sarah and Vinnet switched. "You are quite wrong," the symbiote began, trying to limit the strangeness of her voice. "Sarah is, in fact, a host. Since all you've heard is classified top secret, she could not reveal my existence before now."

Brian raised an eyebrow; he accepted this easier than his wife did. "And that makes you...?"

Vinnet smiled slightly, glad that there was still hope that these two might become hosts. "I am the Tok'ra symbiote inside Sarah. My name is Vinnet."

Kathy pointed to Matt. "How does he know?"

"His mother is alos a Tok'ra host. Bizzare circumstances allowed him to gain knowledge of us."

She still looked worried. "I don't think I want to do this."

"If you do not," the symbiote replied, losing some of the tight control of her voice, "you could be allowing some of our few to die without reason. We are in desperate need of hosts in order to continue our battle against the Goa'uld."

"The what?" questioned Kathy.

Sarah surfaced again, ready to clear up what Vinnet had said. "The Goa'uld. They're the bad guys I was talking about earlier."

"Wait." Kathy stared at the side of Sarah's head, trying to figure out what had happened.

"Now, Vinnet made everything sound more desperate than it really is. Yes, the dying Tok'ra back at the base might die before we find someone willing, but they might not. If you really don't want to do this, we can send you to another planet instead. Hebridia, maybe. There's plenty of peaceful worlds out there." While she said this, Sarah stopped her car at the base's gates and rolled down her window.

The guard grinned and lood around the car. "You're clear to go in, Reeses."