Klon

My first fan fic.
I don't own Carson or the members of SGA-1.

Part 2

"CARSON!" Rodney's voice pierced the room and brought his teammates spinning toward the direction he was staring. The man in white turned, and his blue eyes widened as he met Rodney's gaze.

There stood a familiar shape, a familiar stance, a familiar face, a familiar sight. It caused an ache in each one of their hearts. It had been almost six months since that Sunday which had claimed the life of one of their best friends. Carson Beckett had died while doing what he did best, trying to save lives. His death had been a blow to everyone on Atlantis, but to the group of four in that room, it had been devastating.

Rodney had yet to get over the loss of his best friend. Carson's gentle brogue had talked him out of many an irrational rage or fear-driven tirade. His no-nonsense practicality had calmed his fears when he was hurt or sick or tired. He always believed that when they all left Atlantis, Carson and he would continue to be friends in their old age. While Rodney knew that Carson was gone, he had yet to completely come to terms with his death.

John had not completely faced the loss of one of his closest friends. The gentle Scotsman had been friend, healer, confidant. He had listened to all of John's reckless plans and fears. Carson's humor had lightened his load and brightened his days. His trusting nature, despite his complaining, led him to follow John as a trusted team member. John had grieved for Carson as if he was his own brother.

Teyla would never forget the gentle man with the sparkling blue eyes and the beautiful accent. She had loved and admired the Lantean healer, who, along with John, had been the only ones to always treat her with respect and trust. The love he exuded as he moved from patient to patient, whether Lantean or Athosian, child to adult, was a credit to his beautiful spirit. Teyla mourned her friend.

Ronon would never forgive himself for not protecting the man who had saved his life, not once but countless times. He had stood protectively next to him in the times the doctor braved the Ancestor's ring, and he had taken his role seriously. He just hadn't worried enough when the gentle doctor had been in the safety of Atlantis. Ronon struggled to let go of his doctor, even in death.

But they all stood and faced the man with the bright blue eyes. There stood Carson Beckett. His hair was longer, falling in dark waves down to his shoulders, he pushed one stray curl back as it fell into his eyes, only to have it fall back again. He was dressed in a white lab coat and stood in the middle of the familiar lab, holding a test tube in one hand and what looked like an ancient datapad in the other.

John was drawn to his eyes. Yes, it's Carson's eyes! There was sadness there, something he had had only seen hints of in the past, after the Hoffan affair, after each retro virus incident, involving him and the hybrid wraiths. His eyes were just as bright blue as he remembered, but lacked the sparkle that he remembered.

"Carson? How…?" John spoke as if talking to a wild animal, unsure and with gentleness, as he took a cautious step towards the man. He lowered his weapon and reached out an open hand in friendship.

With a quick step the man in white dropped the datapad on the counter and pulled a leaver next to his desk causing a blaring alarm to pierced the silence.

"Carson, don't! We're your friends, don't you remember us?" Rodney yelled pushing past John towards the other man.

"Aye, I remember you, you're the monsters who threatened my family and forced me to experiment on innocent children. The Lord warned me you would come, I'll na be your slave again!" His eyes narrowed and his voice almost seemed to growl and spit the words in contempt at Rodney and the others. He drew back from them as the sound of guards pouring in caught them all off guard.

As Teyla and Ronon swung around to raise their guns they were struck by stun weapons and fell to the floor instantly.

John turned and rolled out of the way as a beam nearly caught him and came to a halt only as blue-gray hands grabbed him as he rolled away. He felt the stinging blow to his head as he sunk into blackness.

Rodney stood alone. The warriors of his group lay motionless on the floor, and then the cold voice froze his heart.

"I knew eventually the Atlanteans would crash my plans. Well, Dr. McKay, welcome to my home." Rodney turned to face Michael as he strode into the room, his resumed wraith-human hybrid form seemed to glide with the grace of its own. His yellow eyes glowed with barely contained anger.

"I see you have met my pet. Andrew, come here, my pet." He voice seemed to drip honey as his eyes fell on Carson, or Andrew? "Andrew is mine. Did you think that I had kidnapped your doctor? No, wait: have you lost your malevolent doctor? do you seek to take mine?"

Carson, or Andrew, moved to the wraith-hybrid's side, standing silently to his left. Michael reached out and almost gently caressed his hair. Andrew's face had lost the angry contemptuous look, and had returned to the perpetually sad expression.

Rodney was speechless, but only for a second. "Don't you dare disparage Carson. What he did he did because we had to. He wanted to protect you, even after you tortured him. He begged to spare your lives."

"How touching," Michael sneered. "The 'good doctor' had sympathy for his victims. Where was that sympathy when he was injecting me with his drugs. No, I will never forgive 'Carson' for what he did. But Andrew, he is here to make right what Carson made wrong." Michael looked sidelong at the man in white.

"Go back to your lab, my pet. Find your children and take them some food. You've earned it today." Michael gave the doctor a gentle pat on the side of his cheek, and waited for the human to leave the room before turning his attention back to the Atlanteans. "Take them to the cells. I'll deal with them later." He turned and followed the doctor out.

The wraith-hybrids left behind grabbed Rodney by both arms and lead him from the room. He could hear the others being dragged behind him. The cells they were lead to were not unlike the cells of any other wraith ship, and the four of them were put into the same room. Rodney sat down and waited for the others to regain consciousness.

TBC
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