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Disclaimer: Not mine who ever owns Stargate Atlantis

Summary: Dr Carson Beckett wakes up...

Spoilers: ''Sunday''

A/N: Okey, so I have tried to find a beta reader for this story. But I didn't find anybody. So sorry for all the faults and stuff. I had had this story in my head for a long time since...that episode. So I had too write it down. I am currently writing another story, so sorry for the people who thought I updated that one. So here goes...My first Stargate Atlantis fanfic...be nice.

Disappeared

«WAKE UP, DR BECKETT»

Carson didn't really feel like waking up, but the strange voice made him. So opening his eyes, Carson found himself looking at the Atlantis ceiling. What was he doing sleeping on the floor? He slowly sat up and then he winced cause he felt a strange kind of throbbing in his head. What was going on?

Then he remembered what had woken him up and he saw that a figure clad in a black-cowled rope was sitting on the floor in front of him. The person or whatever it was, was sitting in a crossed leg fashion and on his «knees» was a scythe. Carson felt a strange sense of detachment and this figure could only mean one thing.

Oh dear...

«I presume yer the angel of death?»

«THATS ONE OF MY NAMES YES, BUT JUST CALL ME DEATH PLEASE» Death rose up and stretched his bones. He had been sitting like that for a long time. He was not used to waiting, but this was a special case. He then picked up his scythe and brushed of some imaginary dust. He had seen humans do this all the time.

Looking at the skeleton, or Death as he liked to call himself, stretching and having a strange kind of way of behaving, kind of human, didn't really bother Carson.

Now that he was dead...He gave a sigh.

«Could ye help me up?»

Death looked down on Carson, and where usually eyes would be was a slight blue light.

«OH YES, SURE» Death grabbed hold of Carsons stretched out hand and helped him to his feet.

«So I am dead then?» Carson knew it was silly to ask, but he just had too.

«YES...AND ON THE SAME TIME...NO»

This was not the answer he had been waiting for.

«What do you mean by that?» He could swear it looked like Death had rolled his eyes. But since Death didn't really have eyes...he was not sure.

«WELL, WHAT I MEAN IS THAT YOU'RE NOT REALLY DEAD, BUT NOT REALLY ALIVE EITHER. YOU'RE BEING KEPT THIS WAY BY SOMETHING»

«...»

« THIS CITY IS KEEPING YOUR SOUL ALIVE, SO I CANT TAKE IT»

«What?...Atlantis is keeping me alive? What happened?»

«YOU HAD JUST TURNED YOUR BACK TO THE BOMB AND IT EXPLODED AND ENGULFED YOU IN ITS FLAMES»

«oh crap..»

«BUT, SOMEONE TOOK YOU'RE BODY BEFORE YOU DIED AND REPLACED IT WITH SOMEONE ELSE, IT IS NOT YOUR BODY THERE» Death took hold of Carson's shoulder and turned him around so he could see. On the ground he saw two dead people. Burned beyond recognition. There was no way he could tell who they where. Who would do that? Where is his body now?

«ATLANTIS SAW THAT YOU WHERE IN DANGER AND TOOK SOME PART OF YOU, WHICH KEEPS YOU HERE. ONE PART IS KEEPING YOUR BODY IN A DEEP COMA SOME WERE ELSE»

«Can't I just go to my body and become alive again?»

«YES...IF YOU CAN FIND YOUR BODY. BUT DR BECKETT, YOU CANNOT LEAVE THIS PLACE.»

What hope Carson had felt had quickly left.

«Why?»

«I HAVE TO GO, SINCE YOUR SOUL HAD ALREADY BEEN CLAIMED, I AM DONE HERE»

«But I have so many questions, please don't leave»

«THERE ALWAYS ARE. I AM SORRY.» Death clicked his finger and Carson saw that a magnificent white horse appeared out of nowhere and trotted towards them. Death went up on the horse and then he looked down on Carson. Was that a wink? Death clapped his heels to his horses flanks and vanished.

Carson felt empty he didn't know what to do. He took his hands up and looked at them. They where transparent. Like a ghost. He gave a shaky laugh. Should he haunt Atlantis? Could anybody else see him? Could he make things move? Should he try to communicate? Tell them that he was not dead, he had just...disappered?

He looked down on the bodies...he felt a pang of guilt. The other man which had just taken the bomb had died. Had Death already take him? Why was his body still alive? Who had taken his body, for what reason? And who was the other one?

He heard people coming down the corner. You're too late...

There were hundreds of people on Atlantis, yet he was all alone.

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Watching his own funeral had been strange experience. In the two days before it. Carson had tried to contact his friends. To tell them that he was not dead. It seemed none of them saw him or heard him. Dr Biro had not done an autopsy on the body which they thought was him. Rodney had forbidden it.

He saw how hurt his friends was. It hurt him also too see them like this. Seeing Rodney close himself up again was difficult. He had been behaving like an bitter old man these days, guilt was written in his eyes. But it seemed like no one really blamed him for his behavior since everybody else was dealing with the loss in their own different ways.

John had not yet embraced that I had ''died'' his face heldt no emotions, just blank and cold. He went about arranging the funerals.

Teyla had taken a quick trip to visit her people. Cause she needed to be away from Atlantis.

Ronon, Carson had seen him running...

Radek and Lorne had been hanging out those days. Sitting outside and quietly talking about everything and nothing. Elizabeth was drowning herself in work.

Carson had gone about these days, looking after his friends and the people in Atlantis. He had seen what his «death» and the others who died had affected the people here. It seemed like something that had broken them. They went silently through the days. It was like everybody had turned into lifeless shelles and was drifting through the corridors.

Atlantis was supposed to be safe, was what he heard of the quiet mutters...It had taken the toll on everybody.

He was happy that he saved Watsons life but still felt the weight of the others who had lost their lifes.

It had been so quiet the days to the his funeral. Dead quiet. Pardon the pun. It had been kind of eeirly. Cause Atlantis was always filled with sound and now it was only quiet conversations and the distant sounds of waves and footsteps. It seemed people didn't want to cause a sound, cause if then, maybe something bad might happen again.

As Carson silently watched the funeral of the people who had died, he had looked at the people gathering. He saw the raw emotion of loss. He felt drained and empty. It was a nice speech Elisabeth made, she was always good with words. Then he saw his coffin being carried through the wormhole by his friends. He felt his legs move and he tried to follow them,but he felt something happening. It felt as if somebody had grasped hold of his shoulders and keeping him from moving. Atlantis did not want him too go. He kept on struggeling. He had to leave. But Atlantis held him in a strong embrace. He heard a faint voice whispering in his voice.

"You can't leave"

He felt a tear fall down his face of not being able to see his familiy, to say that he was not dead.