Stargate Atlantis: 'Time Capsule' by DD Agent

Crossover with Smallville

Chapter Five – Beckett

Dear Inhabitants of Atlantis,

Pending an idea from Dr. Rodney McKay, we have decided to make a time capsule containing everyone's thoughts and such before the wraith come in a few weeks. This will be sent back to earth in a digital letter and also buried on Athos (the Athosian's planet) to preserve our selves and our story before the wraith come in a few weeks.

Please send me your own editions soon.

- Dr. Elizabeth Weir.

Hullo. Not many of the members of Atlantis knew what I was doing prior to working on Atlantis. I think that this time capsule would be a good place to reveal a few lil' secrets.

I was working for the Luthor's. Lex, mainly, but Lionel on occasion. For those of you who don't know who they are, they are, here is some background information.

Lionel and Lex are father and son, and two of the richest men in the world. They have made their money in many exploits, most notably in fertiliser. Lex was involved in a car accident in 2002/ 2003, and was needing a personal physician. Permanently bald since a child, Lex struck an imposing figure and took me on when I was put up for the job. How I wish that I could have said no. The pay was good, and Kansas had always fascinated me. I have a thing about watching the weather (that changed after the storm!).

I like Lex, I really did. He was scheming, but he was an entertainer and made me rich enough in wages to pay of me Mam's mortgage. It wasn't until he brought me in as his advisor on business dealerships that I started to come unstuck.

My loyalty had brought me into the tank shark, and I was being slowly eaten alive. Lionel Luthor used me to gain access to Lex and the business dealings. He manipulated me into playing a dangerous game that nearly cost the life of someone quite dear to my heart.

I was fired, accused of snitching on Lex, costing him millions. I left Smallville with my tail between my legs and went back home to Scotland. There, a letter was waiting for me, announcing that the American Government was ready to fund my genetic work. I started work at the SGC, then the Antarctic outpost and then the lovely lass Atlantis herself.

As my legacy to the future generations, I want to leave five little tips that I have learnt in my years as an MD, a geneticist and a corporate scapegoat.

The Luthor's are bad news. Stay far away from their funding, their work and pretty much Kansas in general.

When preparing to revise for exams, always have three shots before. One of the hardest liquor you can find (Vodka or Scotch works best); one of holy water in preparation for God and a shot of Tesco's Apple and Blackcurrant Squash. Drinks of champions.

Concentrate very hard, and try not to be nervous. Although some things might turn out bad the first time you do them, not all of them have to.

God is god for a reason. Never make the mistake of playing his part. The director has already chosen and he has chosen right, son.

Rodney hasn't got a bloody clue about what goes on inside his own head. (Read his little stab at this for a cracking laugh).

I miss many things. Me Mam, Scotland, Haggis, my little sister, my friends, not at the threat of the wraith. But I would never regret going to Atlantis.

I just wish I could find out if Scotland made it in to the World Cup.

- Dr. Carson Alexander Beckett 13/02/05