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Disclaimer: Not mine who ever owns Stargate Atlantis and SG-1 and so on.

Summary: Dr Carson Beckett wakes up...

Spoilers: ''Sunday''

A/N: I wrote this fanfic because I could not get it out of my head. I have two other Carson centric stories that I also want to submit. But I will have to write this finished first. I have so many plot bunnies after me…hehe. This is now an AU, if that's what you call it. The story continues from the ep."Sunday". The episodes after Sunday don't happen here. Sorry not the most exciting chapter. ) I am glad people like my story. ) It was just not right killing off Carson. Thanks for all the reviews, makes me a happy camper.

Chief Constable William Beckett is going to Atlantis.


A few months ago:

William Beckett was on his way to his mother. He had planned for a surprise visit. But he was a little bit surprised when he saw a big black car parked in front of the garage. He gave the car a look as he parked besides it. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. Usually he would just walk into the house without knocking but since his mother had a guest over, he knocked.

Instead of his mother's smiling face opening the door it had been his little brother. It seemed his little brother was equally surprised. He gave a small smile.

"Carson?"

"Billy," He said with a nod then he stepped out of the door way so he could go inside. Hearing his Old Nick name made him snap out of his trance. He walked past him briskly.

"Don't call me that" He said annoyed. Carson rolled his eyes then he closed the door and followed.

"Where is mum?" William said as he reached inside his pocket and retrieved his cigarettes. He then put one of them in his mouth and searched his pockets again for a lighter.

"She went down to the flower shop she said she needed some petunias for her garden"

"Hmm..."

"I thought you quit smoking" William gave him a humourless grin, and then he located a pair of matches on the dining room table.

"I never stopped, just took a break"

"So how is the military life treating you brother?" He said as he lit his cigarette.

"Oh it's all right" Carson said suddenly sounding tired.

"Care to tell me about it?" William said as he heard the change of tone in his brother's voice.

"You of all people should know I can't do that." Carson said with a sigh.

"Oh it's classified" William Beckett said with a sarcastic sing-song voice.

Yes he knew both from his time in the military too his carrier in the police that. But he saw that whatever Carson did for the military it had changed him. Something bad had happened while he was working with the United States government. William did not like it. His little brother had looked older and weary. He had seen something that had broke in his eyes, which was not right. William and his brothers had always looked out for Carson when they had been younger. Always made sure he was alright. He had such innocent about the world, such a gentle and caring soul. No one in the family had been surprised when he had told them that he wanted to be a doctor. He always loved to help people and he hurt when their father had died. He never got to know him.

He knew that it had been cancer. So Carson had told their mum when he was a wee lad that he was going to find a cure.

He gave his brother a searching look.

"Don't do that" Carson said with an accusing tone.

"What?"

"Don't look at me as if I am a criminal, I am not a man about to be interrogated. I am your brother"

"I only want to know what have happened too you. What has happened? "

"Nothing"

"Nothing? Are you a bloody idiot? I work in the police force. I know when somebody is lying. Someone has hurt you. Something has hurt you. I don't know what. But I think you should stop working for the military. You're not going back!"

"I am not going back? That's ridiculous of course I am. I am a grown man William. I am not a wee lad anymore. I will go back in a few weeks. They need me there."

Carson gave an outraged laugh as he said this; William almost didn't hear the last part as his voice had almost turned to a whisper.

"They need you there? What for? You're just a doctor!"

"That's right, I am just a doctor. I have friends there. That's why I have to go back; I have to take care of them. They get hurt too often on their missions"

"You idiot, you going to die if your not careful" William had taken his hand on Carson's shoulder when he said this.


Present time:

Chief Constable Beckett gave a tired sigh as he remembered that night. It had ended up that he had stormed out of the house in anger. It had been the last time he had talked with his brother. It had made his heart ache. That the last words his little brother had heard from him was in anger. Now he was standing in the conference room looking at the people around the table for an answer.

The words had come out as a hiss and his accented probably made the words harder to understand. But the tone made it clear that he wanted answers.

"I am sorry to inform you Chief Constable that you brother died several days ago. Did you not get the message?" Colonel Cameron Mitchell said before he saw Jack's frantic hand gestures of shut-the-hell-up.

"I am not sure who died but it was not my brother who came back in that coffin and I want to know what you have done with him. I have not told my family about this huge mistake that you have done. I don't want them to get their hops up. Nor have I told the press, which I can easily do. Where is he?" Chief Constable Beckett looked at General Landry waiting for an answer.

"Why are you so sure that it was not your brother?" General Landry asked as he wondered why no one had done a full autopsy on the recovered bodies.

"My lab did a test on a sample taken from what remained on the "body" of the deceased. I gave them a sample of my brothers DNA. I said they where to compare it. The samples where identical, expect for one thing. That the body you brought back was not human. Don't worry Jack has told me everything about this "Stargate" business of yours. I know everything about it and the Pegasus Galaxy. This Atlantis is where my brother last was seen. Anyway...Whoever died in this explosion was not Carson. He is still alive somewhere out there"

The people around the conference table where silent.

Colonel Samantha Carter looked at the other Beckett. She saw that he looked a lot like Dr Beckett but it seemed that was the only similarity. He was older and it seemed like he did not tolerate mistakes and while she remembered that Dr Beckett always seemed to have a smile on his face. This one had a stern expression and didn't seem like he smiled that much. She had been sad when she had heard the news about Dr Beckett's death. It had reminded her about Janet. She knew what the other people in Atlantis where going through.

"Can I see the folder please?" She asked Chief Constable Beckett. He gave her a stern look but handed her the folder.

"Oh dear, this is Wraith DNA. We must tell the people on Atlantis right away."

"That's what I thought as well. I will send a team to investigate the disappearance of Dr Carson Beckett. Gods knows how long he has been gone. If there was a creature walking around looking like him"

"I will be joining this team and I will have my people on it" Chief Constable Beckett said as he stood up from the table.

"Fine, But I want to let Dr Weir know of this. You have your guys be ready in half an hour,"

Chief Constable Beckett only gave a nod and walked out of the room. Jack gave them a what-ya-gonna-do shrug and ran after him.


An hour and a half later:

They where standing in gate room at Stargate Command. Standing behind William was his own team from Scotland. In front was the team General Landry had assigned him, they would be helping in the search.

William saw the Gate get activated and the sirens as the "cheverons?" was called out. He knew he should be more exited but he could not. His mind was occupied by where his brother might be.

They walked up the ramp and he turned before he walked through. He saw Jack behind the big mirror. He gave a lazy salute and a small grin. He gave him a lazy salute back and walked through the gooey water.