Klon
My first fan fic.
I don't own Carson or the members of SGA-1
A/N: Now I've seen "Sunday," I am very sad! And I will try to integrate my story with the actual episode.
Part 7
Andrew finally calmed down Brador and Traysha enough to get them to sleep. Then he paced the common room by himself, trying to calm himself down.
Andrew relived the memories he had of Atlantis. The memories seemed disjointed and disconnected. He couldn't seem to put a complete day together in his head; he didn't remember ever waking up or going to sleep on Atlantis; he could only remember a few meals, and at those meals usually something bad was happening like Rodney berating a helpless maintenance worker in the middle of the room. His memories of his staff on Atlantis were sketchy at best: He could remember vaguely a Dr. Biro and a few nurses' names, but he couldn't remember one personal fact about them. All of this seemed strange to him. He could remember almost everything since joining Lord Michael: waking, sleeping, the names of each test "volunteer," the fruit he had on planet Delos that tasted like honeydew melons.
Andrew's mind began to wander towards the people held just meters from him. He sat down on the soft couch that the Lord Michael had allowed him to retrieve from one of the planets that they visited. He tried to remember specifics about each person, ignoring the terrible memories that surfaced at the name. Andrew could picture their medical files and felt that they would at least be accurate.
John Sheppard was a math genius, hiding it in favor of his laid back and dumb jock image. Andrew could picture his medical file: multiple injuries both before and after coming to Atlantis; he was a very powerful natural ATA gene carrier; there were notations in the file of him working to save the Colonel from the iratus bug that had attached itself to his neck.
Rodney's medical file was like the War and Peace of medical files. It seemed to go on and on and on. Andrew could see the list of allergies that he had, the most serious being a deadly reaction to citrus fruits. Rodney was hypoglycemic, making it dangerous for him to go long periods with out food…
Andrew sprang to his feet. Rodney is hypoglycemic! He needs to eat or he will die! Andrew was moving before he even finished the thought; he went to his refrigerated cabinet where he kept food for the children and himself. He rummaged around, finding a medical vial, a few tuka fruits from Delos, and a piece of dried butana meat from the planet Seendia. Andrew grabbed his medical bag, removing a needle and filling it with glucose from the vial, and headed off towards the cells.
Andrew tried to be quiet as he searched the cells. There were only ten corridors to check, but once he had located the cells of Ronon and Teyla, he had to turn around and backtrack to avoided be seen by the Atlanteans. Andrew became more and more frustrated and worried as he couldn't find Rodney.
"Where would they have taken that clever engineer?" Andrew muttered to himself, pausing as he headed away from the cells.
"The engine room!" Andrew said in a eureka moment, picking up speed as he headed for the blown out engine that had kept them stuck on this planet.
As he rounded the corner he came face to face with a growling Nathaniel, standing guard at the door. Over his shoulder he could see Seamus leaning over the panting, sweating, and trembling Rodney. Seamus seemed more curious than menacing, as if he was fascinated by the sick scientist.
"Get out of me way, man, so I can help him!" Andrew stood up to the large growling former wraith, locking eyes with him. Nathaniel looked at him seriously before stepping out of his way and allowing the doctor to enter the small room.
Andrew hurried to Rodney's side, pushing past Seamus to kneel next to the gasping scientist. Rodney was in rough shape. He was in a full hypoglycemic shock. His body was drenched in sweat and as Andrew felt for his racing pulse, the scientist babbled unintelligible words.
"Lad, you need to eat." Andrew pulled the needle from his pocket and injected to glucose into Rodney's arm. He began breaking the fruit into pieces and attempting to coax the trembling man to eat.
The glucose began to ease the symptoms in the scientist. Andrew rubbed small circles on his back. "It's ok, lad, everything will be alright. Just eat this fruit, it's not citrus but it will raise your sugar level. Breath deeply Rodney, it'll be ok," Andrew's lilting whisper sang softly into his ear.
As Rodney's heart began to slow, and the trembling ease, Rodney flashed back to Carson doing this same thing, and saying those same words in that same soft accent.
"Carson, I'm so glad you came. I knew you'd come, you've always been there for me. I'm sorry I didn't go fishing with you that day. I would do anything to redo that day. It's my fault, I miss you so much. I'm sorry, please forgive me." Rodney cried grabbing onto Andrew's arm and sobbing into his chest.
Andrew was caught off balance and began to tip over. He steadied himself by wrapping his arms around the sobbing man. "It's ok, lad. I'm here now. We'll both be ok. You can stop your tearing, I forgive ya, lad." Andrew continued to gently knead the scientist's shoulders and back.
Rodney continued to weep into Andrew's chest, leaving tear and snot stains on the doctor's lab coat. Andrew continued to rock him back and forth as he would Brador or Traysha after they awoke from a nightmare. "Please, Rodney, you need to eat the fruit. I'll take care of everything. It'll be alright. Eat!"
Rodney pulled himself up and reached for the offered food. "Are you sure this isn't citrus?" He managed between his gasps for breath.
"Of course I'm sure, lad!" Andrew laughed. It seemed easy, like they were meant to have this easy going friendship. Rodney smiled a crooked smile at him before sinking his teeth into the sweet fruit.
"I've got some meat here as well. Eat it all, you'll need your strength." Andrew started to stand up.
"Don't leave me! Neville and Sanders are the worst company I've ever had, Carson. Please stay!" Rodney grabbed at Andrew's leg as he stood.
Andrew ignored the name Rodney had called him. "I have a few things to do right now Rodney, I'll be back. Eat all of the fruit and the meat; I'll bring you more in a few hours. Don't worry, I told you everything would be ok, and I meant it." Andrew leaned forward and patted Rodney on the head. "I'll be back soon, friend."
Andrew headed for the door pausing to look at Nathaniel who was still growling. "You had best treat him right. He is our only chance of getting off this rock," Andrew said staring the wraith-hybrid down before walking out of the small engine room.
"Carson, come back here, don't you dare leave me!" Rodney yelled in tired voice that some how tore at Andrew's heart.
TBC
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A/N: Klon is the Greek root for clone. I didn't want the name of the story to actually be clone. I just hoped it would add a little. Thank you so much for your reviews, they keep me writing even when I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew for my first story.