Klon

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

Klon 4

John was the first to awaken, sitting up with a groan.

Rodney glanced over at him to make sure that he was alright before turning back to stare at the wall.

"Carson…" John broke off looking at Rodney for the answer. "What?…"

"I don't know, Colonel." Rodney said softly. "But Michael is involved somehow."

John scrambled to his feet and leaned heavily against the wall as his mind spinning. "Michael is here? Did you see him?"

Rodney stood up and walked to where John rested and gave him a hand to stand up straight. "I did more than see him, I spoke to him. He calls him Andrew and made light of Carson dying. John, it was sick. He actually pet Cars…Andrew."

"I think since I made him and trained him, he is more like my son than my pet." Michael's voice floated into the cell as the wraith hybrid approached the prison cell, followed by Merrick who John remembered from the failed wraith experiment.

With a startled cry both Ronon and Teyla sat up, sensing the wraith presence. Ronon reached for his nonexistent weapon, while rolling to his feet and growling. Teyla gracefully stood up and faced the former wraith. Both Pegasus natives' eyes widened as they faced their old nemesis. Both had had ugly dealings with the wraith hybrid.

Michael had not changed. He walked, almost glided, over the floor with the disturbing grace that all wraith seemed to have. He was dressed again in the long leather coat, his hair still cut short in a brush cut. His yellowish eyes seemed to sparkle with inappropriate humor. Behind him Merrick – stood menacing, watching, listening, a knowing smile on his face. He also had not changed: His long white hair fell down his back, and he continued to defer to Michael.

"What did you do to Carson?" Rodney stepped angrily to face Michael. Sometimes John and the others were surprised by Rodney's sudden bouts of bravery – or was it stupidity?

Michael grinned and leaned in close to Rodney's face. Rodney stifled a shiver as the hybrid's breath ghosted over his face. "I cloned him!" He whispered in a conspiritory tone.

"Wraith have no need for doctors, you wouldn't even know how." Rodney said skeptically, sneering back Michael.

"Carson Beckett did. He had such and open mind!" The wraith laughed softly. The phrase "open mind" bringing to the Atlantean's mind one of the few memories that Carson had had of his captivity by Michael.

"I was able to sift through everything. Once I had broken him, he gave me everything I wanted and more. He lived quite the quaint life. Afraid of his own shadow, wasn't he? He tried to resist me, but he was timid. He didn't last long." Michael laughed, while looking around the cell, gaging the reaction to his words. "After he gave me the bomb, he folded like…what would you say, 'a house of cards.'"

Michael took a step back as Ronon charged the bars and attempted to reach the former wraith. "Watch your beast, Colonel. I will have him put down if he becomes bothersome. Carson let me have everything: His life story, his memories, his fears. But once I had him, I had his medical knowledge. I could recreate most of his work, and cloning was an interesting side trip for me."

"But I knew I actually needed him. For all of his weakness, only he had the creativity to undo what he had done. I took a few tissue samples while Carson was under may control, and it took no time to create a lab and begin the process. I watched Andrew take his first few steps, with his blank mind ready for me to fill it. The cloning allowed me to recreate him and give him only the memories I deemed necessary. I even created a whole new history for him. 'Andrew,' unlike Carson, has lived quite the life and has been through so much, most of it at the hands of the Atlanteans, unfortunately. He is quite loyal to me. I liberated him." Michael walked slowly from side to side on the other side of the bars.

"What ever happened to Carson, anyway? Some other failed experiment take his life?" Michael questioned, his lips curled into a demonic smile, while Merrick seemed to almost chuckle behind him.

Rodney shivered again. The darkness and malice in those laughs caused him to shake, as he tried to think of an answer.

"Carson isn't dead!" John lied, "He returned home to be with his family. But if you think we are going to leave any part of Carson behind, you are crazier than I thought," John said standing up straight and stepping forward.

"I would kill Andrew before I let you have him." Michael smirked, "Oh, I thought I had heard something about bombs on Atlantis, a computer virus and the death of a doctor. Well, maybe it was some other doctor. I heard it was senseless, and should never have happened. My source said that you were all deeply affected. I just assumed it would be Carson."

The four Atlanteans turned to stare at him. He knows what happened to Carson. He could only know because he is involved. He killed Carson. Rodney's brain skipped quickly through the possibilities. The computer virus could not be traced to its origin. They had all assumed wraith involvement, but now it seemed confirmed. Looking at his teammates, he saw they had clearly come to the same conclusion.

Ronon began growling again and pulling at the bars.

John impassively met Michael's amused gaze. "Mark my words, we are getting out of here and 'Andrew' is coming with us. He'll be repayment for what you did."

"We will see about that," Michael said, turning to leave with Merrick following close behind. "Oh, separate them into different cells. They will be less trouble when they can not work together," he casually ordered the guards as he faded down the corridor.

The hybrid wraith guards opened the cell with guns drawn.

TBC
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