Klon
My first fan fic.
I don't own Carson or the members of SGA-1
A/N: I guess feedback makes me write faster! Thank you! – Maybe a sequel?
Part 12
"Two minutes?! Rodney, how are we gonna get all the way back past the labs and out the door in two minutes?" John said, biting back swear words because of the children. John also began shooing the others towards the door.
"There is a hatch just around the corner that would lead us off the ship, although it will still be hard to make it far enough away before the ship blows up in two minutes," Andrew huffed as he hurried out the door, still carrying Traysha. "Follow me, quick!"
The others hurried after Andrew. It took less than a minute for the little group to get to the hatch, push it open and climb out of the ship.
"Keep going, people! We need to get as far away from the ship as possible. This is about to become an awesome fireworks display. Faster!" Rodney barked at the others while pushing Brador in front of him.
The group stumbled as they hurried towards the tree line, just making it just as the ship began to creak and groan. John and Rodney skidded to a halt shoving Andrew and the children behind a large tree, while they and the others took shelter where they could. The explosion shook the ground and the mountains around them. Andrew covered Traysha with his body while pulling Brador close to him. Leaves and twigs rained down on top of them, but they were lucky enough to be missed the larger branches which dropped heavily around them.
John and Rodney both had a slightly gleeful look on their faces as they watched the strange looking wraith ship light up with fiery plumes before collapsing in on itself. Rodney gave a self-satisfied smirk as a loud explosion caused the buried part of the ship to disintegrate, bringing down part of the mountain on top of the remaining ship. The ground continued to shake as pieces of the ship shot up into the air before burning to cinders as they floated to the ground.
"We need to watch for wraith survivors. We don't know if Michael is still in there. I still need to have a 'talk' with him; we have a lot to discuss," John said, watching as smoke poured from the vents in the only standing wall left.
"Brador, son, are ye okay?" Andrew turned to the little boy, catching his eye and smiling reassuringly at him.
"I'm okay, a little scared, but glad to be away from the wraith," Brador said, rubbing the back of his head where a twig had bounced off. Brador stood up next to John and peered over the gnarled root of the tree to get his own look at the fireworks.
"Traysha, love. Everything is gonna be okay. Stop crying, love, I promised ye no one would hurt ye, and I kept that promise. We got out of there, and we'll be together for a long time." Andrew used the sleeve of his lab coat to wipe her tears away.
"Eww, Car…Andrew, that's gross! Don't you have a handkerchief?" Rodney said, taking that particular moment to turn around.
"We need to decide what to do here. Someone needs to make sure we don't leave any wraith behind to bother Agel's people, but we do need to get rest for the children – and food for Rodney," John said, teasing Rodney as the stress of the events began to dissipate.
"Hey, I'm not a child!" Rodney said, but like the others, the pressure was beginning to release, and he felt relieved to be able to move away from the ship. "Andrew, why don't we take the children back to Agel and wait for the 'warriors' to check things out. We can get to know each other better while we wait."
"Sounds like a good plan. Teyla will go with you." John looked at Teyla and motioned suggestively towards the two scientist with his eyes. Neither scientist protested the suggestion that they needed a babysitter.
As the others began the short journey to the Acronican settlement, John and Ronon approached the decimated ship checking for wraith survivors.
When Ronon was satisfied that none of the wraith on the ship had survived the destruction, he and John headed back towards to small village.
"I am glad we came here," John said simply to the large Satedan, his thoughts drifting to the doctor.
"Yeah, so am I," Ronon answered briefly, not pausing to share anymore of his thoughts about the events of the last few days.
The village was a bustle of activity. Agel's people had set a table of foods out for the returning Atlanteans in celebration. Ronon didn't stop to talk to anyone, just headed for the table and scooped up a large piece of meat.
After enjoying the food and the company, the Atlanteans made their excuses and packed up to head back to the gate.
The walk was filled with friendly banter. Andrew had quickly fallen into a easy warm relationship with all of them. To each of the Atlanteans, it was almost as if Carson had never left.
"Rodney, you need to watch what ye eat. Do ye even take time to breathe when ye eat?" Andrew asked, laughing along with the others.
"Oh sure pick on the hungry man! It's not my fault that I'm hungry all the time," Rodney said with a laugh before turning casually to John. "Oh by the way, colonel, remind me when we get back to have Major Lorne arrest Dr. Stanford. He's Michael's spy," Rodney commented casually, as if he was commenting on the amount of rain Atlantis received.
"Dr. who? I don't know a Stanford," John said looking puzzled. "Oh wait, is that the tall blond guy who works with Dr. Parrish all the time? Didn't he just get here? How could he have had a run in with Michael?"
"Apparently somehow Michael kidnapped him and brainwashed him. He has been feeding Michael information along the way," Rodney answered, picking up the pace.
As the gate came into view, Rodney hurried to the DHD and quickly dialed Atlantis.
"Sheppard to Atlantis." John said, activating his radio. "Dr. Weir, we have a surprise for you. I think you're gonna like it." John looked over at Andrew and smiled.
∞SGA∞
As the last Atlantean, John, stepped into the event horizon, he did not see as three figures step out from the woods to watch the gate shut off.
"I still have my leverage!" Michael whispered loudly to the other two wraith. "The Atlanteans would pay dearly for the information that I possess on 'their' doctor. When I am ready, they will not survive the damage these facts will hold. It is time to go. We will have plenty of time to plan our next encounter with Dr. Beckett and the others."
Michael and his two remaining guards, Nathanial and Seamus, headed for the gate. Michael dialed the gate, and the three wraith hybrids stepped through the gate to an unknown world.
TBC
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