Dorothy - Sorry about the late update. I've been so busy lately, but I do have the next update ready. :)

Sparklyshimmer2010 - LOL, no it wouldn't surprise me if you said you didn't like the girl. I'm glad you liked the chap, though.

Puddle-Jumper38 - I'm glad you figured it out. Sorry about that, I kind of was only half there when I was writing the chapter, so I had to go back and look, and then I realized I said both 'well' and 'fountain'. That's why I tried to explain it was like one of those big fancy fountains that kind of run off into a large well at the side. LOL. easy to picture, hard to explain.

x Varda x - I got the idea of the vampire kiss from watching Painkiller Jane, with a neural (someone with mental abilities) who killed people by sucking out their youth. The idea of healing water... I don't know where I got that from. LOL

Shadows-of-Realm - I thank you for being honest with me. I only posted it because it was a completed chapter, really. I think it was one of my worst, so I'm hoping my others will all be better. LOL.

Debbie418uk2 - Well, it was kind of a back idea, that if they lasted ten hours, with the healing water, they could keep their victims alive and feed on them again. Meh, it didn't come out that great, I know. It wasn't one of my stronger muses, but I'm hoping this next update is better. :) And don't worry, I know all about real life getting in the way.

Jasminesmommy - Yes, it definitely was. Not so much a faountain of YOUTH, but a healing fountain. Though it kind of was fountain of 'youth' for John. LOL

Sorry about the late update, I've been so very busy. I did find myself thinking about updating my story a lot, but I was either out of time, on a bad connection, or didn't have my jump drive with me so I could get to my stories. I was actually thinking about updating today, and signed in to check my email and found a review for it asking me to update. So I was like, 'Sure. Ok.'. LOL.

AU of Daedalus Variations.

The idea of zombies came to me from Resident Evil, so that's where I'm kind of getting the description of the zombie. The fanged mouth is something different.

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(Daedalous, John's POV)

Ok, when you're running around on what looks like a pretty banged up version of one of your ships, though you know it's not actually your ship, there's probably a number of things that cross your mind. Hell, I'm willing to bet alternate reality's in there, somewhere, too. The only thing is, even when you find out that the ship is from an alternate reality, a pretty grim one at that, there's still things that you'd never expect to find.

"Sheppard, hey."

"It's a drive, alright. Only it didn't move us through space, it's moved us into an alternate reality!" Rodney was on a roll with his apparent discovery.

Nodding to myself, I stared down at our discovery. "Well, that would explain a few things."

Dead alternate versions of your team and yourself are one of them.

The four of them, the four alternate versions of us, were laying on the ground. There was no sign of any kind of wounds on any of them, and their eyes were closed, as if they were asleep. Still, the pallid tones of their faces, their positions, and the lack of a pulse, when I checked, served to prove they were dead.

"Rodney, you might wanna get down here." I muttered quietly. Actually, on second thought, you might not wanna. Frowning, I checked the tags on my dead alternate self, only to find what looked like a strange hickey on his neck, just under the collar of his shirt. "I think I found something." It wasn't a normal hickey, though, it looked like a circular wound, made by a mouth with many tiny, sharp teeth.

The tags read General John Sheppard.

General, huh? For a moment, I stopped to think about that. Cool!

"What's that?" Ronon was looking over my shoulder, and his sudden appearance made me jump. "I checked my-uh, double, uh..." He shrugged. "Other me, and he didn't have a mark like that."

Teyla was at my side a moment, but left to check herself, or, 'other' her. "There is no mark on her, either." She checked other Rodney and shook her head. "Nor him."

"That's comforting." I stated dryly, wincing as it appeared blood still flowed sluggishly from the wound. "So I get some weird kind of alien hickey, we're all dead..." Realizing what I said, I winced. "Or, other versions of us are all dead, and we're stuck on a pretty badly damaged ship, jumping to alternate realities."

"Ok, ok, I'm here. What did you-oh." Rodney's rant cut off in mid sentence, and I turned to find him staring wide eyed at the four dead alternate team. "Oh, uh... What...?"

"Come on, Rodney, help me get them up." With a sigh, I decided we'd better move them out of the room, and we could at least lay them to rest a little better than they were. "Ronon, you take, uh... Ronon, and Teyla, you, um... Take yourself? Or...I can help you..." Shaking my head, I gave her a look I was certain explained how confusing and disturbing this was, and bent to pick up alternate me.

Imagine my surprise when the dead body I was trying to pick up, suddenly went less limp, and I felt a movement and sharp pain in the side of my neck.

Screaming in shock and pain, I dropped the body, jumping back as other me's eyes were wide open, showing nothing but multi-segmented blackness, like you'd find on an insect, for eyes. His mouth was open, showing a larger, similar shape to the wound on his neck, and his teeth were sharpened and dripping blood.

Oh, nice. Very nice. I thought as I backed away quickly and grabbed for my hand gun.

Feeling something drip down my neck, I stared in shock as he lunged at me again, only to be hit by a blast from Ronon's gun. Unfortunately, being dead already, the blast had little effect, but to draw his attention.

"What the hell is going on?!" Rodney squeaked, his eyes widen and his jaw slack. Looking to his alternate body, he jumped away from it, like he'd been burned by fire, and scrabbled back to the wall, staring at the other bodies. "They-They're not all gonna wake up....are they??"

"I really don't wanna think about that right now, Rodney." I muttered through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain searing through my neck and head. Aiming my gun, I tried to hold it steady, frowning as my hands shook. Come on, you can do this. Aiming carefully, I let lose a few shots, hitting myself in the back of the head. Wincing as the weird zombie version of myself went down, I stared at it with I'm sure, a pretty horrified face, as I lowered my gun.

"John!"

I spun my head, wincing at the pain, as Teyla rushed over and knelt at my side. Running her hands over my neck, she carefully pried my shirt down, giving me an apologetic look as I hissed in pain. "It is deep."

Everything was hazy. Through the pain I was in, the strange sense of heat radiating from my neck, along with the feeling of hot fluid running down my neck, I tried to remain conscious, as I stared down at the newly dead version of myself, trying to understand what just happened.

Seeing the mutated face, and wide open eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, I shook my head, and groaned as a fresh wave of pain washed over me. Feeling my arm, which was holding me upright, give out, I barely heard my gun hit the ground as I collapsed and everything went black.

(Normal POV)

"John. John…" Shaking his shoulder slightly, Teyla used a damp cloth on his forehead, worried at the sudden fever that seemed to spike only moments after he'd been bitten. "You must wake up."

Ronon was staring down at him through narrowed eyes, holding his blaster, set on stun, loosely in his hand. "I don't like this. What if he turns into…" He shrugged and gestured to where they'd laid the bodies out, covering them with blankets. "That?"

Rodney had been standing next to the unconscious John, but quickly backed off at that, his face paling even more than it already was. Looking down at John's pale, sweaty face, he took another step back and pointed to the door. "Um, maybe I should, uh… I mean, you don't need me here, and I'd be better….not here… I'll uh, head to…the engine room, and see what I can-can find." Hesitating for a moment, he stared in worry at John. "Let me know if there's uh…. Oh, but there won't be, I'm not a Doctor. Or, uh, I'm not-"

"McKay." Staring steadily at him, Ronon raised an eyebrow. "Go."

"Right." Backing out of the doorway, he held other McKay's computer tablet and nodded absently. "R-Right. I'm going." He wasn't usually so agreeable, and if it weren't for the beyond creepy situation, he'd surely have told the big Satedan off for telling him what to do. But since the situation was prety damn creepy, he simply beat a hasty retreat.

"I do not like this, his temperature has simply spiked since being bitten." Frowning deeply, Teyla pulled the ripped collar of John's shirt down and her eyes narrowed at the blood still seeping from the wound, along with a thick, clear substance. "He needs help. I do not believe this is a simple infection."

Suddenly, John groaned and his eyes darted back and forth under his eyelids. Wincing as if in pain, his eyes slowly opened, showing the glazed green eyes underneath. He stared blankly at the ceiling before his eyes slowly drifted towards Ronon, and then to Teyla. "Hey guys." He struggled to sit up and frowned in confusion as Teyla held him down. "Oh, wow, did anyone get the number of the bus that hit me?"

Teyla gave him an odd look. "Do not move. You were attacked, and I believe you have some sort of virus."

"Attacked?"

She nodded. "The alternate you, he was…" Hesitating, the Athosian's eyes were clearly haunted. "Dead, but…not dead."

Frowning for a moment, John closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, pulling his hand away and staring at the sweat that coated it, as if it was a shock that he was sweating. It was still kind of cool on the ship. "He… It was…undead. What we call things that are dead, but still moving." He shrugged and sighed, his voice still sounding very groggy. "It bit me?"

Teyla nodded.

"Great. If this is anything like the movies, I'll have some sort of man-made evil virus that will eventually kill me and-" Seeing the blank and disturbed stares Teyla and Ronon were giving him, he grimaced and shook his head. "Never mind. Long story."

"Guys! I've got news!" Rodney's voice cut over their ear pieces.

(After the Run in with The Alien Ship)

"I'm telling you, that was a Borg." John insisted as he stumbled down the hallway. "Bald, oddly colored humanoid guy with a weird jumpsuit with pieces of technology in it, and technology in his face. That's a Borg, I swear!" Tripping at the corner, it took Ronon's quick grab to keep him from falling. "Uh, yeah, sorry."

"You must rest, John." Teyla insisted as she walked with him. "Rodney is reconfiguring the alternate reality drive to take us back, but you are weak. You grow steadily worse."

"Yeah well, not much we can do." He mumbled as he rubbed at his eyes and staggered down the hall with them. "Not until we get back to our own reality, anyways."

His face was white as a sheet and he was sweating profusely, even though there were red rings around his blood-shot eyes, and the wound was still bleeding. His steps were no longer as sure as they used to be, and for everyone's safety, Ronon had relieved him of his P90, leaving him with his knife and hand gun.

"I have taken a sample of alternate John's blood for comparison, once we return to Atlantis." Teyla stated quietly.

Stopping for a moment, he stared at her as if trying to figure out what she was saying. Then, a look of realization crossed his face. "Oh, yeah. Wow, good idea." He turned and staggered on again.

It wasn't long, they must have been right outside the bridge door when John stopped, leaning heavily against the wall as he began to gag. He stooped there, leaning over as he dry heaved and choked for air.

Ronon grabbed his arm, slipping one hand behind his back as he held John upright.

After a few moments, he managed to get control of himself and nodded. "Thanks, buddy. I'm good now."

"You sure?" Ronon raised a single eyebrow.

Nodding, John took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure."

With a shrug, Ronon let go, and John crashed to the ground with an undignified yelp. Laying there, he choked and gasped again, his face looking pained and tortured. When the choking didn't seem to want to let up this time Teyla kneeled at his side and rubbed his back, casting a worried glance up to Ronon.

Finally, it all seemed to become too much, and gasping for breath, John's trembling body collapsed, being saved from hitting the hard ground from Teyla's arms.

(In Their Own Reality)

"We need to move! How long since he last fell unconscious?!"

Running next to Carson, Teyla thought about it for a moment. "He was last conscious as we got ready to leave the ship, in the space suits. He fell unconscious shortly after leaving the ship. He has not regained consciousness since."

"Do you have any idea what could have caused this?" He kept checking John's vitals. "I don't like this, I've never seen him so sick."

"I have a sample…" Teyla pulled a small vial out of one of her vest pockets and handed it to Carson. "It was taken from alternate reality's John Sheppard. He was…. I believe the Colonel used the term 'Undead'. Dead, but…not dead?"

Carson paused as the stretcher was wheeled quickly into the infirmary. "Dear lord." Rushing in, he carefully pushed past Elizabeth, who was standing next to Ronon and Rodney.

"Undead!?" Elizabeth's eyes were impossibly wide. "Wow, this is a little too much like some of our movies."

"Yes. John mentioned something about that. That he would have a…." She looked at Ronon and moment.

"Man-made virus, or something." He put in. "That it would kill him."

"Yes, it's a….long and twisted story." Elizabeth made a face.

No one really knew how long everyone was waiting. Rodney had fallen asleep on one of the beds, after being looked at for the shot to his arm, by one of the hiding Borg. Elizabeth was leaning against the table, deep in a conversation about zombies, with Teyla, trying to explain the movies to her. And Ronon was listening intently, the look on his face, showing just how twisted it all was.

…And his definite interest to see every one of these movies he could find.

Finally, Carson came out of the room, exhausted and giving a small smile to Teyla. "That was quick thinking, lass. John was indeed infected with a virus, but luckily, we managed to synthesize an anti-virus from the sample you brought me. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. He'll be fine after some rest. He's awake now, but very tired. I'll let you visit, but only for five minutes."

Nodding, the team, minus Rodney who was still sleeping deeply, made their way into the room, shocked and scared by just how white John's skin was, and how his black hair and red rimmed eyes stood out against the pallid tone. His eyes were open, barely, and a vivid green that almost seemed to glow, from the remains of the fever.

"Hey." His voice was raspy, as if it hadn't been used in ages.

"Sheppard." Ronon smiled a little. "You better get better. We got a zombie-fest to watch." He was obviously picking up words from Elizabeth and John.

Staring at him a moment, he frowned. "Zombie-fest?"

"Yup. Elizabeth told us all about these movies."

Eyes widening a moment, John looked at Elizabeth with a grim, unhappy look before turning back to Ronon. "Give me a little time to get better, first, 'k, buddy?"

Nodding, Ronon grinned like a little kid and turned, patting John's leg as he walked out of the room.

"I'm so gonna get you for that." John warned lowly, making Elizabeth and Teyla grin, despite the stern look on his face. Wincing a little, he rubbed his neck and his eyes fell closed. He yawned and relaxed against the bed, not bothering to open his eyes. "After I rest, of course." He finished almost too quietly to hear.

Nodding to each other, Teyla and Elizabeth wished John a 'get well soon' before leaving him to rest. Elizabeth stopped off long enough to make sure Carson kept samples of the virus and anti-virus someplace safe.

If they had run into this in one dimension, there was no guarantee they wouldn't run into it here, too.

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