A/N: I don't believe I'm submitting this ;;;

---------Chevron 7 locked and we have a go...

I heard his feet come up the steps, but I couldn't move. My breath was caught in my throat and I felt like I was now fighting to breathe and move.

"I wanted you to meet a friend of mine," Fifth stated.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked choking out the words, trying to keep the same malice in my voice as I had before. "I don't want to play your sick game anymore."

I heard a short laugh come from him, "There is no game."

I felt his hand closing around my arm in a tight grasp. I winced in pain, but refused to let him have the gratification of knowing that he had gotten to me. The pain was nothing compared to the endless hours of torture that he put me through. They say that you can control pain by ignoring it, but it's not true. I kept trying to push my mind on something else, but the pain was still numbing. My legs gave in to the pressure of my weight and fear. Fifth easily dragged me back down to the basement floor, where I now had found myself in more of a jam.

Somewhere along the lines of being dragged to the basement I had lost consciousness, because I had found myself when I awoke with my arms bound behind my back, my legs had also been bound. At least I had given the General time to get backup. Reinforcements were definitely needed at this point.

I turned my eyes to Fifth and a shadowy figure standing in the corner, I couldn't see her face, but I knew by body shape that the mysterious figure was a woman. I suspected a humanoid-like character like Fifth, perhaps one of the other Replicators like Fifth that we had previously met.

"Fifth, what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Nothing," he stated simply, "but that mind of yours pokes in everywhere…and what more of an opportune way to show off my dearest work?"

He looked to the corner where the woman was standing and nodded. Slowly she came forth and walked into the light. My eyes opened wide and blinked a couple of times, I wasn't sure if I should've believed what I saw. She looked like me, minus the emotion in the eyes and a smile. She looked blank, no expression, no emotions, nothing. To be honest, it was really creepy.

"This…is you," Fifth said.

"Me? You're kidding," I replied, "When did you?"

He smirked, an evil smirk, "The last time I had you within my possession. Since I couldn't have you, I figured that I'd have a 'you' who understands me."

"She understands? Fifth, she hardly looks conscious," I criticized.

"She pleases me," he said and took her hand.

The thought made me kind of sick…I didn't even want to think what she's done. Then suddenly, her eyes looked angry, but the source was a complete mystery to me. I had to be careful, if I said the wrong thing, the reaction might be deadly. I now couldn't figure out the complexities of this Replicator version of me.

"She knows all about you, your memories, your mind, everything," Fifth stated with a smirk upon his face.

"Really? How did you do this?" I asked.

"As if I would reveal my secrets to you," he replied, "it mostly has to do with accessing your mind, but other than that…I see no point in telling you."

Just as I figured, he wouldn't tell me. I highly doubted that Fifth would trust me due to the sheer fact that I was forced to betray him and he would hear none of it. To him, the truths that I said were only lies and I didn't blame him. I wouldn't trust someone after they had betrayed me.

I sat there quietly for a good while, when you're a captured by an enemy you can never tell how long you are there. I couldn't be exact on how long I was there sitting on the floor, but I tried to occupy my mind…which didn't exactly work. The Replicator version of me would walk around shooting nasty glares in my direction every so often. I should have expected that I'd be getting some kind of nasty treatment.

The extent to which one could handle treatment such as this varied by person. It was more of a psychological torture, the glares and nasty looks kept looking upon me in an uncomfortable way. It really felt as if I was giving myself a message about myself, sure there were things that I would have liked to change, but generally, I was happy with myself.

"You sit there so confidently. Do you honestly think someone is going to save you?" he sneered.

I just shrugged, "Maybe…or maybe not."

Fifth looked to his little "toy" and said, "Probe her mind. There's more information you can learn from her."

I mentally jumped and shrunk down a little, but I knew that trying to avoid it no matter how I tried. So, I just braced myself and shut my eyes. I waiting for the searing pain and wanted it to be over with already. And I did wait, but the pain never came, so I opened my eyes and saw SGC personnel fighting with Fifth and the Replicator me. It did seem that the Replicators had the upper hand. It was quickly becoming messy as many of the little Replicators were shot into bits and soldiers were being thrown around the room. I had found myself being freed by General O'Neill.The Replicator me had finished with her fight and was quickly advancing on me.

"Holy…there are two Carters?" the General asked.

"Sir, she's a Replicator created by Fifth," I replied.

"Damn…" he muttered.

"Stand aside," the Replicator me said.

"Uh…no," the General stated.

We watched as she went to strike us, the General hugged me, shielding me with his own body. If this was how I was going to die, this was how I wanted to go…he was protecting me and I felt somewhat safe. She stopped just as she was starting to strike, I couldn't tell what kind of weapon she had, but she stopped. Slowly she dropped her arm and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Fifth growled. "Get her!"

"He is protecting her…" it sounded like she muttered something after, but I was unable to hear what she said.

Slowly the Replicators (yes, all of them) retreated. I heard footsteps running down the stairs and stop at the bottom. I looked over from the General's shoulder and saw Daniel, Teal'c and Pete standing there. We quickly parted.

"What's going on guys?" Daniel asked a bit worried. "Who was she? She looked like Sam."

"Replicator, Daniel, just a mean, nasty Replicator," the General replied. "She just tried to kill us."

"Oh…so you were--" Daniel started.

"Protecting Carter from harm," General O'Neill stated, "nothing more."

I went over to Pete who hugged me. "Sam, thank god you're alright."

"Pete, what are you doing here?" I asked timidly.

"A nurse called saying terrorists attacked and I was sent," he replied.

I nodded. Everyone started to leave, but I stayed back and grabbed Pete's arm. "Pete, wait a minute…we need to talk."

The next morning I went to work, just as if nothing had happened. I had already spotted the General at the elevator and smiled brightly.

"'Morning Carter. Going down I assume," he smirked and I returned it with a smile.

Stepping into the elevator I started to hum. I knew that humming was the best way to catch his attention of something good, so I made sure to hum a very happy and bouncy song. It so happened that the song was from the '80s when I was in my middle to late teens. The TV show was called MacGyver and it was my favourite show of the time, and what better song to hum when I felt like a teenager again?

"Humming?" the General asked.

"I was not humming," I replied almost shocked that he accused me of humming.

"Going out with Pete?" he shot back.

"No. What would Pete have to do--" I was cut off.

"Humming," he stated.

"No," I said.

"Got your wedding date set?" he asked this time.

"No," I said tentatively, "Pete and I broke up."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I told him I wasn't ready for marriage and we should see different people for a while."

"Oh…so what's so hum-worthy?"

"I found a new guy…he's amazing and not to mention handsome."

"Do I know him?"

I smiled, "You might…in fact he doesn't know that I want him yet."

The General nodded, "Ah. Let me know when you tell him."

My smiled widened when the elevator stopped. The doors opened and I stepped out, "Have you spoke to the President yet?"

I continued walking with a smile upon my face. He must have been shocked…but I was smiling.

Fini

------------Welcome back to the SGC

A/N: I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who knew it'd be so hard to write Stargate fanfics. Especially tacking stuff onto my dream just so it would be complete. But for the love of O'Neill/Carter it's done. It's easier to BS as O'Neill than to be Carter through a hard time.

And want to know something even funnier, I didn't like O'Neill in the beginning…I guess Kurt Russell bit as O'Neill (Richard Dean Anderson is funnier)…and ok, writing this fic was weird…because I had to write "Daniel" and not "Jackson" also I had to write "Jack" whenever Jackson spoke…and dammit, I swear I'm going to start typing/talking like Carter would by saying "Daniel"…ahhh, corruption!

I was trying to keep this thing at 5 pages max, but my muse took over and well…it has appeared that I have gone over that maximum by over half! It's a one-shot that could have easily made a two to four chapter story. But, those of you who know me…know that I can't write short stories. I abuse the term "take advantage of the moment" by writing a 14 page (regular format) story…serious abuse. I did get it done though when my dead line was…before Christmas break was over…and I finished it on Dec. 31!! An hour before the new year…

Another point, this story was created without prior knowledge of "Gemini" or other season 8 episodes after "End Game". This was written mostly because I had been re-watching the season premiere and wondered about Replicator Carter and Fifth. I was expecting some fics dealing with her, but I hadn't really seen any…oh ok, and I needed some way to end this with a nemesis showing up.

And another thing, it is official, I HATE Pete…ok and partially Carter for accepting and O'Neill for being all military-like and not telling her that it was a bad idea. Screw regulations! Carter deserves someone like O'Neill who understands her and knows what it's like to be part of the SGC. He should have told her how he felt and maybe she would have told Pete that she wasn't ready for marriage or something…I mean she didn't tell Daniel or Teal'c I think only O'Neill and that should have made some kind of alarm go off in his head saying, "Ding, ding, ding, she told only me and therefore I am special…maybe she want to hear that it's a bad idea and that I think that she could do better than him. Perhaps, she wants to hear that I still have feelings for her."

Any questions, comments or concerns, feel free to e-mail me:

Subject it: "Just How Much can you get Away With, Sir?" so I know it's not some Spamer or something.

I would like to know what you hope happens, or just what you think of the fic thus far. Have I captured Carter's personality? Do you like or dislike Pete? Or if you just feel like talking to another crazed Stargate fan. Yes, I am a geek; I know that I have nothing better to do with my time then to answer "fan mail". Basically I am the lone Stargate fan where I live (but I am corrupting my friends to be Gaters like me...as well as some of my teachers), I need more people to talk to.

I'm sure that's all you want to hear of me, so write, be creative, and talk to me. "You go run...simulate...tell me how it turns out...keep me posted..." –O'Neill "Window of Opportunity"