Klon
My first fan fic.
I don't own Carson or the members of SGA-1
A/N: I miss Carson too. Who knows what Michael has up his sleeve!
Part 11
Andrew's vision became spotted as he felt himself loosing consciousness. He could see the hate and anger in the wraith's yellow eyes. Andrew knew this was the end for him. As the hand descended towards his chest, Andrew braced himself and closed his eyes preparing for the pain he knew would come.
He was not prepared for the wraith to become a dead weight, dropping down on to his chest and forcing the air from his lungs. His looking to his right through the spots in his vision, Andrew saw Rodney lowering the wraith stunner as the two children huddled behind him.
Rodney jumped forward and pushed the prone man off and away from the doctor. "Carson, are you okay? Since when did you learn the WWF wrestling moves? You're bleeding," Rodney stated the obvious.
Andrew sat up gingerly, putting pressure on the bleeding bite mark on his shoulder. Traysha came out of nowhere, throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing into his back. Andrew wrapped his other arm behind him to grab her dress and pull her into his arms.
"You were so strong, Andrew. I knew you'd save us," Brador said, smiling behind Rodney like a little boy seeing his first action hero.
Andrew laughed self-consciously, absently rubbing the little girl's back as she continued to cling to him. Andrew's eyes were drawn to the limp figure at his feet. He was amazed himself that he seemed to know exactly what to do in a fight. He was also surprised that he was able to stand up to a man to whom he had in awe of ever since he could remember. Which isn't that long since ye've only been a person for a few months. Andrew pulled his feet away from the wraith, wanting to be as far away from the man as possible.
"We don't have time, Carson. We need to find the others and get out of here before he wakes up. Let's go!" Rodney stood up and began pulling Brador behind him.
"I am not Carson!" Andrew was surprised by the force in his voice. "I don't know ye any more than ye know me. Don't assume that because Carson did this or Carson did that that I will be the same. I am not a nothing! I do exist! Don't dismiss me!" Andrew lifted Traysha and stood quickly, suppressing the wave of nausea that hit him full force. He held the little girl closer and faced the stunned scientist.
Rodney was speechless. He was taken aback by the angry words the doctor hurled at him. He hadn't even noticed that he kept using the wrong name. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely, wanting to smooth things over. "You know I forget names, Andrew. I can't remember Zentoka from Zelenka. Andrew, I won't confuse you again. Andrew!" Rodney hoped that if he just kept repeating the name, it would start to flow naturally from his lips. "You are not a nothing! I know this. And I am looking forward to meeting you the right way and getting to know you. Andrew."
Andrew sighed and let the real anger he had, towards Michael and the wraith, expel from his body. "I am sorry too, Rodney. I'm sorry I yelled at ye. I just feel a little lost right now. I almost wish these last few days had never happened." Andrew shook his head sadly, shifting Traysha in his arms to get a better grip on the still sniffling little girl. "All of ye have been nothing but kind to me. The hugs and the nice words have been the only bright spot of the last few days. I know ye see me as an individual, and I thank you. Ye are right though – we need to get moving…"
Andrew was cut off by the sound of P-90's at close range. The two men and the young boy spun quickly towards the sound.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you," John said with a smile. "We've run into just about every wraith on the ship, and I'm tired of their company already."
"What happened to you?" Ronon said gruffly stepping up to the doctor and visually inspecting him, before gently touching Andrew's bleeding shoulder. John and Teyla both pushed forward to examine Andrew's wound, both gasping softly with concern.
"I'm okay," Andrew said, looking slightly embarrassed by the attention the other Atlanteans were giving him. "It is not important. Michael and I just had a wee disagreement. He had his point-of-view, and I let him know that I disagreed with him," Andrew joked.
"Don't let him fool you. He was amazing! He tackled Michael and then wrestled him down before bashing his head into the ground. It was straight out of a movie. And just like out of a movie, the hero had to save his friend by shooting the villain. I am the hero, in case you were wondering." Rodney was talking fast as he described the events of the last few minutes.
"Where is Michael?" John asked looking around.
"He's right over there," Andrew motioned towards empty space where the limp body had just been. The door to the main room was cracked open, revealing the wraith's escape route. "Oh, crap!"
In spite of the new danger, he four Atlanteans couldn't help themselves from turning to look at the Scot with amused smiles on their faces.
"What?!" Andrew again looked embarrassed. "We have to find him. He'll only cause us trouble later on."
The four laughed, shaking their heads fondly at him.
"And he told me not to call him, Carson. It sure is hard when he acts just like him!" Rodney whispered to John. "Anyway, we have to get out of here now. Yet again, I say 'let's go!'" Rodney's voice rose for the others to hear him.
"Before we leave, we need to destroy the remains of this ship. It is not fair to leave this here to bother Agel and his people," Teyla said quietly, reminding the others of the local leader and his tribe.
"Let's go back to the engine room. I didn't get the ship ready to fly but I did get enough done to blow this contraption into the sky," Rodney sounded almost cheery as he turned go back the way he and Andrew had come. Rodney kept his hand on Brador's shoulder, while Andrew continued to carry Traysha.
"We don't know if Nathanial and Seamus are awake again. Be careful," Andrew cautioned, hanging back to protect Traysha.
Ronon and John stepped warily into the small room, checking each corner before motioning Rodney in the empty.
"I guess Norton and Casper woke up. Too bad, they would really like to learn how to blow something up!" Rodney set to work on sabotaging the ship. He worked quickly, turning the broken engine into a ticking time bomb.
"We've got about only two minutes to get out of here!" Rodney said, shooing the rest toward the door. "Move, move, move!"
TBC
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