Klon
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE TPTB WROTE KINDRED 1 & 2 (at least I think so)
I hope that you like this take on how Carson comes home. Please note there is a Sequel, Imposter, which I wrote, takes place immediately after this story.
My first fan fic.
I don't own Carson or the members of SGA-1.
Part 1
Andrew Beckett stood in his lab. The blood he had just drawn from the whimpering man, made him shake his head in disgust. Didn't this man know this was all for the good of humans.
Andrew turned back to his microscopes and test tubes and threw himself back into his work. The sound of the man crying out in pain and fright as he was dragged from the lab and back to his room. Cell! Andrew thought with another shake of his head. If this is for the good of humans, why must they force them to help?
It wasn't that he would question his Lord; it just was that he didn't understand.
∞SGA∞
SGA-1 stepped through the Stargate onto M3R-724, or as Teyla called it, Acronicus. At first sight the world, was like so many others they had visited: large open field around the Stargate surrounded by an old deciduous forest. The group of four headed off in the direction of the local village, with Teyla in the lead, followed closely by Ronon.
John Sheppard scanned the tree line warily. The Athosians who had recently returned from a trading mission to Acronicus had spoken of a people living in fear and of hints of strange technologies and mysterious disappearances. John had gotten use to feeling uneasy every time they stepped through the gate.
"Colonel, are you going to stand their sight seeing, or are you coming with us?" Rodney McKay asked while studying his handheld scanner. "I'm getting some fascinating power readings coming from that direction…maybe even ZPM!" Rodney pointed in the opposite direction that Teyla and Ronon were headed.
"Follow Teyla for now Rodney, I want to see what the Acronians say before we check out your readings." John gave Rodney a gentle push towards their teammates before following along behind.
∞SGA∞
The old man's hand shook as he poured their tea. "They arrived about six turns ago, and people began disappearing within days of their arrival. My village alone has lost seven people, the village across the river ten. Whoever these people are, few have seen them and remain to say what they have seen."
"We are sorry for you, Agel. I know most of your people are your descendents. We will look about and see if we can find anything about who they are and what they want." Teyla laid a comforting hand on the old man's shoulder.
"You said they arrived in a ship: what did the ship look like and where is it now? Did it take off again?" John asked, picking a burr off of his pant leg, his seeming disinterest and casual movements belying the tension in his eyes and the slight stiffness in his back. John was wary, always ready for whatever new dangers might present themselves.
"At first I thought it looked like a wraith ship, but when I looked closer it was not shaped the same: it was rounder, no sharp lines or points. But the similarities were enough to cause me to worry. I made my people stay in their tents, but for two days nothing happened; the ship did not leave. When my sister's grandson disappeared, the second night, my sons when to investigate. The ship appears to have become the building which they live in. It is imbedded into the mountainside, and half buried by rocks. My sons thought it might have crashed. However, while they watched, the door opened and a figure stepped out, dressed in white, with dark hair, followed by two children who played and danced with the man in white. Then an angry voice came from the door, and the children cowered behind the man in white but followed him back into the door." Agel, whispered as if someone would over hear him.
"That has to be the source of those energy readings. A ship would have to draw a lot of power," Rodney said, shifting from foot to foot in anticipation. It reminded John of one of the Athosian children when they need to use the bathroom.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom? Stop jumping around." John said snarkily. At least Ronon thought it was funny.
"Oh, you're a riot!" Rodney glared back, but he did stop jumping. "When do we leave?"
∞SGA∞
John and Ronon approached the downed ship warily. Neither talked nor made a sound but motioned to each other to communicate what they were going to do. The ship did look wraith, yet not wraith. It was open and fluid the way wraith ships were, but the end was rounded and everything seemed to be circles rather than lines. As they drew closer he could tell the hull of the ship was made of the same material as a wraith ship. "Wraith," John whispered the warning over his radios.
As he and Ronon reached the door, they kept their weapons trained on the door. Then John motioned Teyla and Rodney forward. When all four had reached the door, Rodney stepped up to the control panel and removed the cover. After a few seconds the door sprung open, and Ronon and John stepped in.
The hallway only confirmed the ship as wraith, the halls were corded with wraith wires and the view screen on the wall in front of them was continuously running with the wraith language. John and Ronon scanned the area and found it clear; Teyla and Rodney followed them in. As they moved further into the large ship, continuing their cautious penetration, John and Ronon would check out each corner they came to and Teyla would scan for an approach from behind. Rodney just stayed close, glancing in rooms as they were cleared.
As the doors became more frequent Rodney began to be more forward as he passed each room, looking in and taking in the mixture of wraith and human technology. He suppressed his desire to chatter endlessly about the strange blend of technologies, instead biting his lip to keep from blurting out in wonder. As he passed a door on his left, the room looked strangely familiar, like a lab he had seen long ago, maybe on Antarctica. He couldn't stop himself from turning into the room and taking a few cautious steps.
There was the man dressed in white, just as Agel's sons had described. The man was singing softly to himself. "Hush ye, my bairnie, Bonny wee laddie, When you're a man, you shall follow your daddie…" The man's stance and soft voice were familiar and broke Rodney's heart.
"CARSON!"
TBC
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