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Stargate: Carbon Copy 2/12 (Fanfiction)


Word Count: 32.873
Summary: An alternate reality asks for Daniel’s help. Earth is surrounded by enemies: Ba’al forged an alliance with the Ori to conquer the planet. The last hope is the Lost City of the Ancients. Daniel, along with Jack O’Neill, Rodney McKay and Carson Beckett, embarks on a mission to save the alternate Earth, not knowing that this adventure will change his life and relationship to his best friend forever.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Rodney/Carson
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Small ones for The Movie, The Enemy Within, In the Line of Duty, Seth, Point of View, Double Jeopardy, Meridian, Avenger2.0, Heroes, The Lost City, New Order, Avalon, Origin, Ex-Deus Machina, The Ark of Truth
Crossover-Spoilers: Stargate Atlantis: Rising, Hide and Seek / Stargate Universe: Air (blink and you’ll miss it)
Warnings: Torture, slash
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-shows Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis and Stargate Universe and the characters appearing within them belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

Carbon Copy Masterlist
Chapter 1


Reality No. 298 – Present Time

Daniel was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room when the door opened. Jack entered first, followed by two men. When Daniel recognized Colonel Kawalsky, his lips thinned in anger. The third man stopped next to Jack, his hands dug into his BDU pockets. Daniel didn’t know him. He had bright eyes and dark, short hair. He was younger than Jack and Kawalsky and had an attractive, kind face. After a moment of silence, Jack said, “You know Colonel Kawalsky, the QMC’s leader.“ He nodded at the stranger. “That’s Colonel Evan Lorne. He’s the SGC’s commander. Both of them report to me.“

Daniel focused on Jack. “You have no right to just take me as if I’m a tool you can borrow.“

Jack was visibly hurt by his words, but he shook his head. “We aren’t going to hurt you, Danny.“

Daniel crossed his arms and Jack sighed. “Daniel,“ he corrected, “The opposite’s the case.“ He looked at Lorne and Kawalsky. “We’ll send you home as soon as you’ve done us a favour.“

“It’s no favour when I’m being forced to do it, is it?“

“C’mon, Doc,“ Kawalsky sighed.

Lorne didn’t seem to have the patience for this conversation and cut to the chase. “We need the address leading to the Lost City.“

Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise. “The Lost City of the Ancients?“ he asked.

Lorne shrugged. “That one.“

Daniel let out a helpless laugh. “I don’t have it.“


“It’s the truth.“ Daniel looked firmly at Jack. “I can’t help you even if I wanted to.“

Jack looked at Kawalsky who said, “We’ll provide you with everything you need to find that address. We can even arrange a trip to Antarctica if that’s what it takes.“

Daniel shook his head. “It could take years to find it,“ he said.

Kawalsky frowned. “In your reality, you told me that you were almost there.“

Daniel got up, his eyebrows drawn together with impatience. “Which doesn’t mean that it can be done in five minutes.“ His frustration forced him to walk around the room in a tight circle. “Besides, it could be hidden in a different way in this reality. It’s possible that I’d have to start form the beginning to find it.“

“We’ve got specialists on it,“ Jack explained, “You wouldn’t have to start from the beginning.“

“Well, your specialists can find it themselves.“

“They can’t,“ Jack answered.

“And how is that my problem?“ Daniel asked. He leant against the wall. “Ask your own Daniel to do it,“ he said.

“We’re asking you,“ Kawalsky answered.

Daniel shook his head. “You can’t just go to another reality, expecting them to solve your problems.“

Lorne turned away impatiently. “It’s no use.“

“Evan,“ Jack started, but Lorne turned around to face him, shaking his head.

“No. I told you that this was a bad idea.“ He opened the door. “We should be focusing on our real problem here instead of chasing ghosts …“ He left the room with a last furious look at Daniel, and slammed the door. Jack stared at the floor, hunched his shoulders and buried his hands in his pockets.

Daniel let the silence stretch for a moment. “You were the one who called and told me to come to the base, weren’t you?“

Jack didn’t answer, but his guilty look was a loud enough yes for Daniel. He addressed Kawalsky. “You were with him during the kidnapping. What did you do to our guards?“

“They didn’t expect us to attack them,“ Kawalsky answered calmly.

Daniel nodded bitterly. “Because we trusted you. We thought that you would bring your Jack to our reality to talk to our Jack.“ He shook his head. “You attacked us.“

“No,“ Kawalsky answered, “nobody got hurt. We used Zats on the guards.“

“It was an attack,“ Daniel answered, “Just tell me one good reason …“

He was interrupted by an out-of-breath Walter Harriman bursting through the door.

“General, Colonel,“ he panted, “we heard from the Odin.“

Jack and Kawalsky looked at each other in alarm, and left the room without further word. Daniel heard the door lock and fell back on the bed.


Daniel knew that he had to get away. He stared at the door, waiting for it to open. He would seize the first opportunity he got. For the last half an hour, he’d been able to eavesdrop on the two guards watching his room. Finally, one of them had announced that he was going to the mess to get something to eat for Daniel.

Daniel assumed that the security protocol was hardly different here from that in his own SGC which meant that only two soldiers would be guarding his room. The lock was operated and Daniel tensed. He was sitting on the end of the bed, looking as innocent as he could to the entering airman.

“Sir, I’ve got something to eat for you,“ the young man said, putting the tray down on the table near the door.

“Thank you,“ Daniel said, getting up. His eyes locked onto the Zat hanging from the man’s belt beside the Beretta. He stopped at the table and peeked under the hood which was keeping the meal warm. “Oatmeal?“

The soldier looked at him in apology. “Yes, sir. I’m afraid it’s the best I could get.“

Daniel smiled. “That’s okay.“ He leant forward as if he wanted to pull the chair out and the soldier turned away to leave the room. Daniel gave him a push, grabbing the Zat. Before the airman could get to his Beretta, Daniel had knocked him out. The other guard entered the room. Daniel shot him too, and then ran from the room, bypassing a man with a white coat.

“Hey!“ the man called, but Daniel was already heading for the elevators. He prayed to some un-known deity without glowing eyes that the base in this reality had the same layout as the one in his. The alarm sounded, and Daniel cursed. He heard loud voices at the end of the corridor, and changed his escape route. He opened the emergency exit’s hatch, and climbed into the shaft before he closed the heavy door again.

He looked up, then down into the weakly illuminated shaft, before he turned to the door. “Level sixteen,“ he mumbled. The mirror also was on level nineteen, as in his reality too. That much, Bill Lee had told them.

But instead of the archives, the head office of the QMC was situated there.

He climbed down the narrow ladder. He knew that he didn’t have much time.

They would know that he would be heading for the mirror. Because of his rush, he slipped and only his solid hold onto one of the rungs prevented him from falling down the shaft. When he arrived on level nineteen, he slowly opened the hatch, peeking into the corridor. It was quiet. Daniel suspected that it wouldn’t stay that way for long, and left the shaft.

He left the door open, running toward the room in which he suspected the mirror was, the largest room of the level. He peeked around the corner. Two soldiers guarded the room. However, they were standing at ease, leaning against the wall. One of them was laughing at a joke the other one was just finishing. They didn’t even notice Daniel before they dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Daniel entered the room and locked the door. He was alone. The mirror, and a desk with a computer were the only furniture. And when he saw the blind mirror in front of him, he suddenly knew where his tactical fault lay. He didn’t have the remote control.

Another step into the room roused an alarm, probably a security measure to prevent intruders from other realities to enter the QMC without being noticed. There were loud voices coming from outside, and Daniel turned to the door. “Damn.“

When the door opened after several hard hits, he raised his hands in defeat.


Jack’s grip around Daniel’s arm was hard enough to hurt, but since his hands were handcuffed behind his back he couldn’t do anything about it. Jack dragged him along the corridor on level ten. The look of the doors told Daniel that they were on this reality’s detention level. “You can’t expect me to not even try,“ he said.

Jack opened one of the doors and shoved him into the cell. Daniel gave the room fitted out with just a bed and a table hardly a glance, but immediately turned around to Jack. The general followed him inside, throwing the two guards behind them a look to prevent them from coming in, too, and slammed the door. “What were you thinking? You’re accusing us of attacking your guys, but expect me to accept it when you do the same?“

“I want to go home. I won’t help people who are so obviously our enemies.“

Jack rushed towards him, outraged, and Daniel took two surprised steps back.

“You don’t know anything about us! Not a thing!“

Daniel pressed his back against the wall, staring him down defiantly.

“We tried to do it the nice way, but apparently, you wanna do it the hard way,“ Jack added, anger and frustration in his every move and word.

Daniel felt a flutter of fear, but he stumped it down resolutely. “You call that nice?“

Jack dragged him to the bed and opened the bonds around Daniel’s right wrist. Instead of freeing his left wrist, too, he chained him to the bedpost. He pushed Daniel backwards until the edge of the bed dug into his knees and he had to sit down. “What are you gonna do, now?“ the archaeologist asked, trying not to let his panic show when Jack stopped in front of him, his arms crossed and his face unreadable and dark. He didn’t know that man in front of him.

“Do you know what I had to do to convince the superiors that this was a good idea? You’re going to help us,“ Jack told him with an eerie calm.

Daniel swallowed. “No. Do your worst. Beat me up … torture …“ He stopped when Jack’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Let your own Daniel do it.“

“He’s dead!“ Jack screamed, and Daniel felt as if he’d backhanded him.

“Did you kill him, because he didn’t want to help you?“ The idea was absurd but Daniel was furious, and a little intimidated and he would do everything to unsettle the man in front of him. Apparently, he succeeded. Jack turned away and brushed a hand through his grey hair. When he turned round to Daniel again, his expression had changed. The eyes seemed tired ... beaten and Daniel suddenly had the feeling to have said something terribly wrong.

He stared at Jack, swallowing, and waited for a reaction. Jack looked at him, to the handcuffs, then into Daniel’s eyes and he pressed the lips together. Without knowing why, a soft ”Sorry” escaped Daniel.

Jack turned away and left the cell. The door was slammed, and Daniel winced. He pulled at the handcuffs as if they would give away, but of course they didn’t. Daniel stretched out on the hard bed and stared at the ceiling. He waited.


Half an hour later, Jack returned. Daniel sat up. “What now?“ he asked. Jack was silent. He undid the handcuffs, tossing them on the bed, before he pulled a small black ... thing out of pocket, looking like a bug. He seized Daniel’s arm and dropped the thing into his breast pocket, before he pulled a radio out of his trouser pocket. “Now.“

Bright light surrounded them and Daniel recognized the Asgard’s beaming technology before he had to close his eyes against the glaring light.

When he opened them again, he was looking at the command bridge of a spaceship belonging to Earth’s fleet. The commanding officer was sitting in his chair directly in front of them. His 2IC was sitting to his right, working on his screen. Another soldier was sitting on the left side of the commander, also at work. Behind them, crew members were standing at even more screens installed into the grey walls or working with laptops. Everyone was wearing dark blue uniforms with a badge on the chest on which a silhouette of the ship could be seen – under this the name: Artemis. Quiet conversations were floating through the air. Everyone was tense and worried, which made Daniel nervous. The commanding officer nodded at Jack, and got up of his chair.

“General O’Neill,“ the commanding officer said. He looked at Daniel with sceptic green eyes and raised his dark eyebrows. “Dr. Jackson … it’s … weird to see you.“ He offered his hand and Daniel took it automatically, reading the man’s name tag: Col. Everett Young. “Welcome onboard the Artemis,“ Young said. Daniel looked at Jack who was still holding onto his arm.

“What are you trying to do? What am I doing here?“

Jack pulled at his arm, turning Daniel around to face the window showing them the space.

“You wanted to know why we kidnapped you, didn’t you?“ He pushed him towards the window and let go.

Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise and he took another step towards the window to stand directly in front of it. Shock slammed through his confusion when he realized what he was looking at. “Oh, my God.“

Pyramid-shaped Goa’uld mother ships, at least ten of them, were hanging in the distance. But they weren’t the only ones ... the other ships of which only three or four were there had a concave shape. They were of a bright colour, almost white, and Daniel doubted that he’d ever seen them before.

He looked to the left and to the right, seeing more ships beside the Artemis, those clearly from Earth, obviously ready for defence. There had to be fifteen ships. When Daniel looked down, he could see Earth, tiny and vulnerable.

“Colonel, report,“ Jack ordered.

Young cleared his throat. “They haven’t made contact. They are out of our weapon range, we can’t reach them, but they can’t attack us either. They seem to be just waiting for something, or maybe they’re planning something. I’m not sure. I talked to Colonel Telford, Colonel Caldwell and Colonel Makepeace … thanks to the Asgard, our fire power’s bigger and they are outnumbered. But they aren’t giving up. They’re just waiting.“

“For what?“

“We don’t know, sir.“

Daniel asked, “Who are the others?“

“You don’t know them?“ Jack asked in surprise.

Daniel turned around to face him, his back to the frontline, now. “I don’t think so.“

Young glanced at Jack. “They’re Ori, Doctor Jackson.“

“Allies of the Goa’uld?“

“Not really,“ Young answered.

Jack put his hands on his hips. “After Ba’al had gained enough power to rule over the other system lords, the Ori arrived and threatened him.“

Daniel shook his head. “Wait a second … Ba’al’s the most powerful Goa’uld?“

“Long story,“ Jack answered, “He forged an alliance with the Ori. We only met their priors, servants who have more power than their soldiers or their followers, and we know that the Ori are led by a woman they call the Orici.“

“Orici,“ Daniel repeated.

“Her name’s Kalina,“ Young answered, “We have never seen her.“

Jack nodded. “But there are rumours that she’s one hell of a beautiful woman … and powerful.“

“Powerful?“ Daniel asked.

“No ribbon device, Danny, no technology … the Ori are calling Kalina a goddess, and themselves half-gods who have to spread her word. It seems that Kalina can do things Goa’uld can only dream of. Without using technology.“

Daniel swallowed. “What about the Asgard … you have to have allies here, too.“

“The 'Gate’s blocked,“ Jack answered, “For three days now. They’re dialling in repeatedly, and they’re faster than we are. The Asgard are too far away for us to send a ship and besides, they are fighting the Replicators.“

“And the Tok’ra?“ Daniel asked. Jack looked at him questioningly. “You don’t know the Tok’ra?“ Daniel asked.


Daniel turned away. “Of course you don’t. Sam isn’t part of the SGC, here, she never was a host to Jolinar and never …“ He stopped, staring at the hostile ships in the distance.

He felt Jack directly behind him before the general spoke. “Our only hope’s the Lost City. We need that address.“

“You can’t dial out,“ Daniel recalled.

“We’ve got experts working on that dialling program right now. But if they make it, we’ll need that address. It could be our only chance.“

“You should have told me from the start,“ Daniel said.

“You weren’t listening.“

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?“

“Orders. Our bosses don’t want other realities to know how vulnerable we are.“

Daniel looked down to Earth. “You have accomplished more than we have. You have a fleet …“ He stopped.

“We need help,“ Jack said.

Daniel nodded slowly. “I have to get to Antarctica, and look through the Ancient’s database there.“ He turned around to face Jack and looked up at him. “I’ll help you.“

Chapter 3
Carbon Copy Masterlist