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 10

"Andrew, I saved you from the Atlanteans, gave you these little children to take care of, and this is how you repay me? By destroying the only thing I asked you for?" Michael somehow managed to look outraged, as if he were the betrayed party.

"I will no longer be deceived. I know what I am, and I know the lies ye have put in my head. I will not help ye hurt more people," Andrew's voice was determined. His eyes met each of the children's silently reassuring the children that he would somehow protect them. Brador looked at him seriously, confident in Andrew. Traysha was beside herself, crying softly but with large tears streaming down her face.

"So you know you are just a cheap copy of a self-serving man. Too bad. These children would have lived if you had just done as you were told," the wraith sneered, his lips curled back revealing his pointed teeth. "I made you from nothing; I am your creator; I taught you everything you know; and I will destroy you when I am done. You are a nothing. You never existed. You think these Atlanteans care about you – they don't. They are charmed by your resemblance to a man who was ethically deficient. These people don't like you. They liked the man you were made from. To them you are just a freak show, no different than me, a creation of theirs."

"What they think of me matters not. I never said that I would stay with them. Ye are right, I don't know them either. But I know who you are now. I know what you planned to do to me and the children when I completed your serum. Don't lie. I heard you and Merrick talking in the great room. Ye planned to kill the children as well. I will not allow you to hurt those children. Because of that I destroyed all my work."

"It seems you've been sneaking around for a while. I should have known that the Atlantean doctor's devious side would be bred into you. I will give you a second chance: get back to your research. I am sure you can recreate it faster this time, and then I will allow the children to live," Michael voice seemed to drip with honey.

"If ya think that I would be deceived again, ye are wrong. The children and I are leaving now, and you can forget about ever being completely wraith again." Andrew said defiantly.

"Dr. McKay, it is unfortunate that you are involved in this revolt," Michael said, turning his cold eyes on the scientist. "I had every intention of letting you live. Of course, that would be after you witnessed all of your friends, including the good doctor here, being fed upon. Now I have to let that half-breed, Teyla, go. I look forward to hearing about your deaths from my spy. I took a lot of effort to capture him. He became separated from his team on a planet that we were visiting not long after escaping that rock you left us on. It didn't take too much mind-bending to get him to cooperate with us. Dr. Stanford has a very colorful way of imitating you, I'll be sorry I won't get to hear about your temper tantrums with the other scientist anymore. Teyla's description of your deaths will be very moving I'm sure!"

"Don't be hasty, Michael. We can all work together to get out of here. I'll fix your ship if you let us all go," Rodney reasoned, raising his hands in a gesture of openness. "I am very close to getting the engine working again. I've also been training Nicolas and Cedric to work on the engine themselves. They are very eager to learn."

"Would that be like the last time I helped you? After I saved your lives, you took me prisoner and reverted me back into a worthless human again." Michael surged forward, dragging the crying children with him. "All I wanted was respect: from the wraith, then from you. But no, I was alone, treated as 'less than': less than wraith; less than human. I expected Ronon to continue to want to kill me, but after rescuing Sheppard, betraying my own kind, and flying the hive ship to Atlantis, I expected to be treated with the respect of an ally. If you had just given me a ship and let me go, none of this would have happened. I am done talking to both of you!"

All three men turned as the distant sound of P-90s firing rapidly broke through from the cell area. Michael whipped back around and glared at the two humans.

Michael lifted Traysha up and wedged her under his arm then he reached with the free hand as if to twist Brador's neck.

Andrew moved with a speed that Rodney had only seen in warriors such as Ronon and Teyla. Dropping his stunner, he crossed the distance of ten feet before the wraith could even finish his motion, grabbing Michael's arm and pulling it down.

Taken off guard, Michael dropped the children. Brador took his sister's arm and pulled her away. Without thinking, Rodney pulled the children behind him and reached for Andrew's discarded weapon.

With lightening speed, Michael pulled the mild doctor into a wrestling match, pushing him to the floor before dropping his knee onto Andrew's exposed back.

Andrew grunted in pain, but rolled to his left, flipping the wraith onto the ground. Michael's right hand curled into a fist and connected with Andrew's face, snapping his head back. Andrew struggled to get a grip on the wraith's flailing hand. Michael than kicked his leg out, hitting the doctor on the side of his knee which gave way under the force of the blow, causing him to elbow the wraith in the stomach. Andrew grabbed hold of the wraith's head by his short silvery hair, and began bashing his head into the floor.

Michael screamed in anger, twisting around to again connect his right fist with the doctor's face. When that failed to dislodge Andrew, the wraith leaned forwards and sank his sharp teeth into the doctor's shoulder. Now it was Andrew's turn to scream, releasing his grip on Michael's head.

Rodney lifted the stunner up, taking aim at the fighting men, but hesitated, not wanting to injure the doctor. The P-90s continued to fire in the background sounding closer to Rodney with each minute.

Michael took advantage of the lapse in Andrew's concentration, flipped him again. Now on top, Michael held the doctor down by his throat. Rodney could hear Andrew cough for air. Michael's fist again began landing blows on the doctor, this time on his chest. Andrew struggled beneath him, pushing Michael's head back as he shifted to get his hand under Michael's chin. Michael slapped the hand away and leaned close to the doctor's face. "You have been very entertaining, but I am finished with you now!"

Andrew's blue eyes widened with fear. His struggles slowed down as he began losing consciousness.

Michael lifted himself up and raised his feeding hand up. To Rodney it was slow motion as the hand descended towards Andrew's chest.

TBC
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