“Selmak said Konzen was a clerk,” Jack observed. Which, yeah, risky, but if Kanzeon had just as cranky a reaction to their mostly friendly Tok’ra as Jolinar did to her, better to find that out now.
“He was a clerk.” Kanzeon’s smile was fond, if still flushed with old anger. “No weapons. No military training. Barely any training in psychokinesis; the lab archives gave us enough pointers to get the youkai started, and they’d built up a few centuries of teachings. But kami are different. It was like trying to learn aikido out of a book. Everything was guesswork back then. So yes. He was a clerk.” She rubbed the side of her jaw. “The Tok’ra never saw it coming.”
“Actually, kind of makes sense,” Jack mused as they headed back toward Sanzo’s bunch. “Stuck as a Goa’uld paper-pusher ‘cause no one knows how to train what you’ve got? Centuries of pent-up kill right there.”
“Jack,” Daniel murmured, glancing a warning at Kanzeon’s team. We know they hear better than we do.
“I know, I know….” Jack took a few strides ahead, just so he could crouch down and look at the priest half-buried in sleepy youkai cubs. “Aww.”
“Die horribly.” Even at near-whisper level, Sanzo’s voice had its usual snarly edge. And yet….
He doesn’t feel angry. Daniel paused, poking that very odd thought. Because Sanzo didn’t. If dealing with the NID had been a cobra crawling over his foot, whatever Sanzo was doing now was like snuggling up in feathers and silk. Warm, and soft, and safe.
“Something else, huh?” Gojyo was grinning, helping Shunrei and Hakkai gently pry little girls off Sanzo’s robes. “Seriously, helps if we have to go find people in a disaster area. Just sit him down for a breather, and the kids run right to him.”
From the incredibly ticked-off look on Sanzo’s face, he could have gone forever without SG-1 finding that out. Daniel tried not to snicker. Honestly.
Though the urge to laugh kind of died when Daniel caught a glimpse of armor spikes, and realized Goku wasn’t helping because Goku was snuggled up against Sanzo’s back, sleeping the rumbly snoring sleep of an opportunistic teenager.
:Warm-and-safe. My cub. Armed to protect you. Safe.: