Klon

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

Part 3

Andrew watched the children inhale their food while he picked at the over-cooked meat. The Lord had called them "his" children, and he had come to think of the as his. He had discovered the little boy and his sister on the last planet they had been on. Brador and Traysha had been orphaned by the civil war on their planet and had been close to dying when Andrew found them. He first began tending to them without Lord Michael's knowledge. Once Michael had discovered them, he had believed them to be a risk and attempted to have them removed.

"Please, Lord!" Andrew pleaded, dropping to his knees. "I will guarantee they will not hurt us. I'll take full responsibility for them. Please, at least just let me treat them – and then I'll leave them on the first inhabited planet that we come too. Lord, Please."

Michael stepped back, looking intently at the doctor, looking like he was weighing the risk/reward factors. "We can't afford to be watching over little children. My men and I have no time to play nursemaid, and neither do you." Michael shook his head and turned to leave.

"They will not take away from my work. I will get the drug to you as I promised. Just let me help them as well." Andrew reached for Michael's leather coat.

The smile that had crossed Michael's face as he had relented to Andrew's pleading made Andrew's blood run cold. Why do I always think negatively when it comes to Lord Michael's intentions. He has been like a father to me. Andrew asked himself.

Brador and Traysha were laughing and poking each other. Andrew smiled at them sadly.

Traysha noticed first. "What is wrong, Andrew?" She asked in her soft, musical voice.

"It is nothing, Love." Andrew answered forcing a smile on his face and giving her a quick pat on the cheek. "You have to eat your roots as well." He pointed to the other items on her plate. She made a face before popping one into her mouth.

Andrew's thoughts turned to the Atlanteans he had just seen. Who is Carson? He thought. They didn't seem to match the memories he had of them. The Atlanteans were a terrifying lot, a warrior people who wreaked havoc wherever they went.

He had distinct memories of those four Atlanteans in particular. He remembered them as being especially cruel and arrogant.

John Sheppard was the worst. He threw his weight around, terrorizing natives into giving over their stores as well as intimidating the other Atlanteans to get his way. Andrew remembered the Hoffan planet where John had bullied him into experimenting on the innocent people, in the name of science. When he had completed his theory and created a prototype, John had taken it from him and had along with Rodney, injected the toxin into the water supply of Hoff, killing more than half the natives. "This is your fault, Beckett, you said this was complete," John had said, blaming him for the failure.

Rodney was without a doubt one of the most arrogant people Andrew had ever met. He had single-handedly caused the death of millions of people when he destroyed a solar system attempting to complete technology the Ancients couldn't make work. Rodney had shrugged his shoulders and moved on. "Well, that's one less stone-age population." Like John, Rodney was a bully; he physically abused those who worked around him. Dr. Biro had ruled Dr. Zelenka's death an accident, however, Andrew was sure that Rodney was directly responsible. Zelenka's fall from the balcony happened at just the right moment for Rodney to take over the science department.

Ronon and Teyla were natives to the Pegasus galaxy and had allied themselves with the powerful Atlanteans. Teyla had been the leader of a fearsome tribe that had plundered their way around the galaxy. In the Atlanteans, the Athosians had found kindred spirits: People as violent and careless as themselves. Ronon was from a fairly technologically advanced people, people who used their power to terrorize the people around them. When the wraith had put a stop to their tyranny, Ronon had continued on his lonely mission to browbeat every native he crossed. Andrew had been afraid of him when he had joined the Atlanteans. It's a shame I had to remove the tracker from Ronon's back, then Lord Michael would be able to find the Atlanteans before they hurt more people.

Andrew's memories of the dark city of the Ancient's was clouded and hazy, with only certain distinct memories clear in focus. He remembered the two wraith attempts to bring the Atlanteans into line and to persuade them into peace. Following both attempts Colonel Sheppard had viciously struck back at the wraith diplomatic team, even going so far as to assassinate a Wraith Queen. It was during the second wraith "peace" conference that Andrew had been befriended by Michael.

Michael seemed to understand Andrew, to realize that he did not belong with the fearsome team that he was with. Michael had given him the courage to sneak away when the wraith left the city empty-handed. Since then Andrew had worked for Michael to develop a cure for a plague that had affected Michael and his men.

"Andrew, tell her to stop messing with me!" Brador's voice broke through his thoughts. A quick glance at Traysha, and Andrew could see her making a face at Brador.

"Traysha, ye know he doesn't like you teasing him," Andrew said, trying to stifle the laugh. He seemed to have this discussion everyday with them. Traysha took every opportunity to torment her older brother by making faces, copying his every word, or just giving him a light swat before running out of his reach. "One day ye'll regret this action." Andrew tried to give her a stern look before clearing away the mostly empty plates.

"It's time for yer baths, children. We need to get you to your rooms so ye are not under foot when the guards come through. I have to get something from my lab. I'll be back soon." Andrew hated the scared look the children gave him when he talked about the wraith guards. The children were under the impression that the wraith would hurt them even though Lord Michael and the guards had always been tolerant of their misbehavior. Andrew, while cautious of annoying the wraith guards, always attempted to sooth the children's fear.

As the children entered his quarters and headed towards his washroom. Andrew jogged towards his lab. He found the datapad he'd been using for his notes, tossed carelessly on the bench next to the door. After checking his experiments and the cultures that he had started earlier in the day, he headed back towards his quarters.

Without thinking he found himself stealthfully approaching the prisoners' cells.

TBC
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