Returned Hero
DISCLAIMER: Stargate belongs to MGM, Gekko and a few others that I can't recall. Sadly, it doesn't belong to me, and neither do the characters.
SPOILERS: Anything up to the end of Season Eight is fair game. But massive spoilers for Heroes, so if you haven't seen it and have someone managed to not realise which character dies, I'd suggest you leave now.
SUMMARY: A bunch of one-shots on the possible variations of Janet Fraiser's return from P3X-666.
NOTES: Basically I had too many ideas for fics, and they were getting out of hand. Best to write down snippets of them rather than turn them all into different series.
ONWARDS:
ONE: THE ASGARD
She was floating in midair, her body weightless, her mind cloudy and peaceful, the aches and pains of a hard day at work vanished from her body. Her eyes fluttered open, but rather than seeing the darkened interior of her bedroom, her vision was fogged. Three bright green lights hovered over her, flying around her body, barely touching her pale skin before dancing away, only to move to a different area and repeat the intrusion again.
She should have been panicking, she was sure of it. These sorts of things just didn't happen to her. Doctor Janet Fraiser was a small town girl who's biggest step into the big bad world had been to accept the commission at the SGC.
She blinked, trying to regroup and focus on her surroundings. She twisted her head a little, trying to scan the room for any signs of life. A moving shadow altered her to the presence of a small creature shuffling forward. Even from her position in midair, she could see that the creature was small. It's skin was grey, and the huge eyes blinked at her.
"Thor," she guessed. She'd never met an Asgard before, and she'd been curious about them. She only had SG-1's descriptions to go off.
"No," the creature replied, it's voice soft and masculine. "I am Loki."
She searched for any memories of the name Loki, and quickly realised who she was dealing with. She'd had the bizarre experience of treating a young version of Colonel Jack O'Neill who had been cloned by the very creature that was standing in front of her.
"The Asgard took your equipment," Janet murmured.
"They destroyed only one of my laboratories," Loki replied softly. "The Asgard High Council may not condone my methods, but they enjoy the results of the cloning technology."
"Why me?" she asked.
"You and O'Neill share the gene of the Ancients. The Asgard may have forbidden me to experiment on O'Neill, but they said nothing of others who can use the Ancients technology," Loki explained. "You are also a highly skilled healer with vast knowledge of the human body."
Janet tried to process this properly, but found her drugged state prevented any real thought processes.
"Rest, Healer Janet. You will need your sleep for the coming days."
"What about the SGC?" Janet asked, fighting to keep her eyes open.
"A clone with your knowledge and memories has been sent in your place. You will be returned in seven of your days, and none shall be the wiser."
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Loki stared at the screen, trying to comprehend the data that was being sent back from earth. He grimaced, as much as an Asgard could, and lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck. Surely he couldn't be reading things correctly.
He'd never had any of the clones of his other experiments die in the week he'd kept them in his laboratory. Of course, that meant less work for him, seeing as the humans on earth had a pesky tendency to wish to keep the clones alive, regardless of the fact that they were merely implanted memories in technologically made flesh.
He couldn't believe that things had happened this way. He'd been about to erase the knowledge of the past week from the Healer's mind and send her back home, with no one even noticing the switch between the clone and the real Doctor Fraiser. Of course, the fact that the SGC had buried the clone was leaving Loki in something of a quandary.
He was going to be bringing a lot of unwanted attention on himself by revealing that he was conducting experiments on humans. And not just any humans, but highly respected members of the SGC.
Loki sighed and looked over to where the Healer hovered in stasis. Not only was he going to have to go and explain things to the humans, but he was going to have to allow the Healer to keep her memories.
He shook his head, sighing in defeat as he activated the beaming technology, taking both himself and the healer into the Briefing Room of the SGC.
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General Hammond couldn't help but notice the bright flash of light that shone beneath the crack in his doorway. He looked up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary in his office. He stood and walked over to the door, glancing into the corridor.
Startled yelps drew his attention, and Hammond made his way to the Briefing Room, his eyes widening as he took in the small form of an Asgard, surrounded by three SF's, whose weapons were trained on the grey-skinned being.
"Greetings General Hammond," the creature said. "I am Loki."
"Loki…you're the Asgard that cloned my Colonel!" Hammond accused.
"Indeed," Loki replied. "However, you may forgive that transgression when you realise that I can more than repay you for that incident."
Hammond stared at the small creature, who gestured towards the Briefing Room table. Hammond's eyes went wide as he saw the woman who lay silently, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling in a steady pattern. The General stepped over to the table, carefully checking Janet's pulse, just to completely satisfy the need to be certain she was alive.
"Get a medical team down here," Hammond ordered, barely even registering that one of the SF's moved to call down to the infirmary.
Janet stirred, her eyes opening and adjusting to the light coming from overhead. She slowly sat, her brows furrowing as she realised that Hammond was beside her helping her sit up.
"General," she greeted him.
"Doctor Fraiser," he replied, his voice shaky and uncharacteristically full of concern.
She stood, straightening her outfit, barely taking notice of the fact that she was wearing old tracksuit pants and an oversized t-shirt that she regularly wore to bed.
"Sir? You're shaking, sit down," she ordered him, completely ignoring the fact that he was her CO. She'd often ordered the General to do things when it came to medical matters, and now was no different.
The General did as he was told, unable to believe that the woman that they'd had a memorial for was standing in front of him, ordering him around.
"I believe that my debt to you has been repaid," Loki stated. "I shall take my leave."
"Wait!" the General yelled. "Are you saying that you're giving us a clone?"
"Not a clone, General Hammond," Loki replied. "The one you buried was the copy. The woman that stands before you is truly Healer Fraiser."
Hammond's eyes went even wider, and Janet knelt before him, holding his wrist to ensure the older man wasn't about to have a heart attack right in front of her. He was beginning to hyperventilate, and for a man of his age, it wasn't a good sign.
"Someone get us some water here," Janet snapped, just as two medics raced into the room, rolling a gurney between them.
In a flash of light, Loki was gone, leaving the General, Janet, three SF's and two medics alone in the Briefing Room.
"We need to get the General down to the infirmary," Janet ordered, barely even noticing the way the medics pulled up short, looking at Fraiser with wide eyes, their faces pale. When nothing happened, Janet looked up and glared at the two medics. "Now!"
The barked order seemed to do the trick, and the medics carefully loaded the General onto the gurney, following Fraiser as she began racing the General down to the infirmary, monitoring his condition the entire way, and snapping out dosages of medication.
The staff in the infirmary froze as they heard the familiar voice giving out orders. They watched in fascination as the gurney was rolled in, General Hammond hooked up to an oxygen mask, as Fraiser led the medics into the infirmary in nothing more than her pyjamas, her bare-feet padding softly against the cold concrete.
Nurses, medics and doctors exchanged confused glances, before suddenly snapping into action as they heard the insistence in Fraiser's voice. They knew better than to question their CMO, regardless of the fact that they were very certain she was dead. The memorial service had only been the day before, and unless it had been a shared hallucination, things were not normal.
As soon as things had stabalised for the General, Janet stepped back and glanced around the infirmary, noticing the awed looks she was receiving from most, if not all, of her staff.
"What?" she asked curiously.
Doctor Warner merely stepped forward, handing Janet a labcoat and a stethoscope.
"Welcome back Doctor Fraiser."
Janet accepted the items with more than a little confusion.
"You noticed I was gone?" she asked.
"More than you realise."
Yeah, like I said, these ideas were annoying me. Please review. I always like feedback.
Toodles.
DKG.