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Stargate: Carbon Copy 4/12 (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 3


The database had been copied to the computers, but Daniel preferred to look at the original. At Carson’s touch, a holographic screen rose from the plain, gray slim box Rodney described as the Ancients’ version of an USB stick. The characters were glittering orange-red on a bright, yellowish background and Daniel drove his hand through the screen in wonder before he started to concentrate on the innumerable texts. In his reality, he hadn’t had the possibility of seeing the database in the original, instead working at his computer at the translation.

He noticed after a while that this database was very similar to the one in his reality. The following several hours, Daniel and Rodney were working on the texts while Carson was sitting in a corner at a computer, leafing through thick books and making notes.

Daniel’s eyes skimmed the text known to him until he stumbled over a single paragraph and stopped. “Huh.“

Rodney looked up from his screen. “What?“ he asked. Daniel didn’t answer, his entire focus on the text, so Rodney stood up and joined him. He shoved Daniel aside and looked at the text himself, his eyes squinting. “Where did you find this?“

Daniel shrugged. “I wanted to see if the data base was holding any information on the chair and searched for Praclarush Taonas.“

Carson raised his eyebrows questioningly. “What does that mean?“

Rodney sighed. “Last year, one of our teams found that place after General O’Neill downloaded the Ancients’ repository of knowledge into his brain. On Praclarush Taonas, we found evidence that the Lost City’s on Earth.“

“Well, not anymore,“ Daniel nodded, “We made the same experience.“ He massaged his temple. A headache was starting to make itself known.

“Yeah, but how does that help us?“

Daniel pointed to the text. “It says that part of the Lost City remained on Earth. It’s the base under the ice, we know that much. And that everyone with Ancient blood will be able to find the city itself if he finds sella.“

“Okay,“ Rodney said. “We have Ancient blood,“ he said with a look to Carson who stood up and joined them in front of the data base. “Where do we find that Sella guy? “

Carson rolled his eyes. “Sella means chair, Rodney. Shouldn’t you be able to understand Latin?“ he asked and smiled when Rodney glared at him.

Rodney addressed Daniel. “We need the chair.“

“Yes, and someone with the Ancient gene to activate it,“ Daniel answered. Both of them looked at Carson.

The doctor raised his hands in defence and took a step back. “No. General O’Neill-“

“Isn’t here. He’s got more important things to do than sit in the chair,“ Rodney said.

Carson’s eyes showed indignation. “And I don’t?“

“No,“ Rodney answered.

“I don’t want to,“ Carson said, “I’ll kill somebody when I sit in that bloody chair again.“


“Rodney,“ Daniel interrupted and stepped between the two men, “why don’t you head downstairs to the chair and prepare everything, okay? We’ll be right there.“

Rodney looked at him sceptically.

“Please,“ Daniel said. Rodney stared at him undecidedly for a moment, then he trudged away. If it was possible to slam an automated door, then he’d just done it.

Carson brushed a hand through his short hair. “I can’t do this.“

“Carson,“ Daniel said and gripped his shoulders, “nothing’s going to happen.“ He smiled reassuringly. “You can’t panic, because that will cause the wrong system to activate. That could be the reason why you fired a drone instead of activating the chair’s data base. It’s somewhere in this chair, and we need it. Earth’s fate is depending on you.“

Carson’s eyes widened. “Are you trying to help me with that?“

Daniel grimaced. “It didn’t work, huh?“

Carson shook his head.

“Okay,“ Daniel said, “but it’s the truth.“

Carson sighed and ducked his head. “I know.“ He looked up at Daniel. “Could you at least get Rodney to leave me alone?“

Daniel smiled. “I’ll do what I can.“


Daniel and Carson reached the Ancient base under the ice with the elevator under the glass dome. The outpost was enlightened by lamps the scientists had installed. There were many people present. Several scientists were standing gathered around a deactivated drone and examined it. The weapon was as long as Daniel’s arm and looked a bit like a jellyfish. Other scientists were dealing with the little divided-off room in which the database had been found, and others were working on the chair. Rodney was standing on the pedestal next to the chair, a laptop in his hand, and was fully and completely concentrated on whatever the screen showed him. When Carson and Daniel got closer, he looked to a man a bit older than him who was wearing glasses and had long, pale brown hair. He was standing at the foot of the pedestal.

“What is this?“ Rodney asked.

The man crossed his arms – ready for battle – and answered with a heavy Czech accent, “Those are the calculations on the ZPM’s energy flow.“

“No, those are crap,“ Rodney answered and handed him the laptop, “Do I really have to do this all on my own?“

Carson and Daniel stopped in their tracks and watched Rodney typing like a madman, while the other man was holding the laptop for him.

“That’s Radek Zelenka,“ Carson said softly, “He’s a genius, but Rodney never cuts him any slack.“

Zelenka shook his head. “Rodney,“ he said with determination and shut the laptop, “Dr. Rush checked these calculations himself.“

“Rush is an idiot,“ Rodney answered, “He doesn’t have a say in this. Why do you even ask him for help? His department’s the Stargate, and not my projects.“

Zelenka rolled his eyes. Rodney noticed Daniel and Carson, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Great. You persuaded him.“ He came towards Carson to usher him onto the pedestal and to the chair. Carson looked hesitantly back at Daniel, then he breathed deeply. “So,“ Rodney said, “sit down.“

Carson sat down as if the chair would bite him as soon as he touched it and then leant back. The device was activated. The backrest shifted back and the leg supports came up. Now, it looked more like a recliner. Carson had his hands clenched around the armrests and his eyes closed tightly.

“Whoa!“ somebody uttered and Daniel looked towards the drone on ist examination table. It was glowing and vibrating – ready for attack.

“Carson,“ he said hastily and climbed the pedestal to stand beside the doctor. He put his hands on Carson’s shoulders. “Relax,“ he said urgently. Zelenka mumbled a Czech curse when the drone jerked forward, then stopped. The scientists fled towards the walls as if they would protect them from the weapon. “No,“ Daniel said, “Calm down.“

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Gee, Carson, just-“

“Sh!“ Daniel interrupted. “Carson,“ he said firmly, “Panic will activate the weapons. Relax.“

Carson squeezed his eyes shut trying hard to calm down. Rodney said, “Think of your mother’s lemon cake.“

Daniel looked at him questioningly and Rodney shrugged. “He wouldn’t shut up about it a week ago,“ he said and rolled his eyes. Daniel looked at the drone and was relieved to see that it was deactivated.

“Thank you,“ he said and Rodney shrugged. Daniel addressed Carson, “You’re doing great.“

“Okay?“ Carson asked uncertainly, “What now?“

Daniel looked at Rodney. “What do you think?“

“Me?“ Rodney asked, “I thought you were the genius from another reality.“

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Okay, we know that Ancient technology is operated by thought.“

“Yes,“ Rodney said, “That is, if one has the gene.“

Zelenka muttered, “Which isn’t the case with you.“

Rodney glared at him. “I heard that.“

“Carson,“ Daniel said, “I want you to think of the Lost City.“

Carson nodded but nothing happened.

“That worked … not,“ Rodney said.

“No,“ Daniel answered, “My fault. Carson, Ancients spoke Latin and maybe the information about the Lost City is protected by a code. Think urbis perisse.“

Suddenly, the chair lit up and Carson opened his eyes. “Oh!“ he said, staring at the ceiling. Daniel and Rodney followed his eyes. An astonished sound escaped Zelenka and all attendees stared at the hologram which had appeared over the chair.

Daniel stared at the image of the Milky Way above them and Rodney stepped next to him. “Wow!“ he said.

“Dito,“ Daniel answered. The image of the Milky Way shrunk a little and Ancient letters lit up next to it.

“What does it say?“ Carson asked.

Daniel concentrated on the letters. “Terra inde itneras … testamentum …“ His eyes widened. “… Atlantis.“

“Atlantis,“ Rodney repeated with a nod.

Carson shook his head. “But Atlantis … Atlantis doesn’t exist.“

“It’s the Lost City,“ Daniel said breathlessly. He stared at Rodney in disbelief. “Atlantis.“

Rodney turned to Zelenka. “Tape it.“

Zelenka rolled his eyes, but he nodded and left to get a camera.

“Carson, hold on,“ Daniel said.

The doctor nodded. “That’s fine. It’s not that exhausting.“

Rodney frowned. “Terra inde itneras. Testamentum Atlantis,“ he said, “means: From Earth … itneras … to reach the Ancients’ bequest.“

“Yes,“ Daniel nodded. Zelenka returned with a camera and started to film. All the scientists were now crowded around the chair’s pedestal and following their conversation.

Rodney cleared his throat. “What does itneras mean?“

“It doesn’t mean anything,“ Daniel answered, “The word’s non-existent.“

“Maybe it’s a typo,“ Rodney said. Daniel and Carson looked at him questioningly and Rodney shrugged. “What? So, they’ve built space ships and Stargates before dinosaurs existed, that doesn’t mean that they’re perfect. I mean, I’m making typos all the time.“

Carson rolled his eyes and Daniel answered, “I don’t think that it’s a typo.“

“What do you think it is?“ Carson asked curiously.

“Well, they could have done it on purpose,“ Daniel answered.

“Why?“ Rodney asked, the word dripping with scepticism.

“I don’t know, yet.“


The elevator rumbled to a stop and Daniel turned his head. Jack got out and seemed to be surprised by the mass of people gathered around the chair. He came toward them and the people let him through.

“How’s it going?“ he asked.

“The Ancients made a typo and now Dr. Jackson thinks that the secrets of the universe lie within it,“ Rodney answered. He got a dark glare from Daniel in answer.

Jack nodded. “Well, usually, Daniel’s right with assumptions like that.“

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Of course you’d say that.“ There was a subliminal reproach in his tone, Daniel realized with confusion.

Jack squinted his eyes in annoyance. “Lunch time,“ he said without acting on it, “Danny, you’ve got to be starving by now. Are you about done here?“

Zelenka shut off the camera. “Done.“

Carson took that as a sign that he was allowed to get up. The hologram died and the doctor left the chair. As comfortable as he’d been a minute ago, he seemed relieved to be out of the device. Rodney sighed. “We should keep working.“

Jack smiled at Daniel. “Twenty minutes won’t hurt,“ he suggested. He grew serious. “I can see from here that you’re having a headache. You need a break.“

Daniel sighed deeply. “Yeah,“ he admitted, “okay.“

At his questioning look Carson nodded, he was about ready for a break too.

“Dr. McKay?“ he asked.

“I should keep working,” the scientist said, shaking his head.

Carson suggested, “I’ll bring our lunch to the lab. That way, you can work and eat.“

Rodney nodded. “Don’t forget-“

“That you’re allergic to citrus,“ Carson interrupted Rodney. Rodney turned to face him and Carson smiled. “I know.“


Daniel massaged his forehead, sitting in the mess hall at one of the tables and waiting for Jack, who had offered to fetch his meal for him. His thoughts still revolved around the word itneras. It didn’t yield sense that the Ancients had integrated a senseless word into their database. He doubted that it was a mistake, the Ancients just didn’t make mistakes in their records.

“Tylenol?“ Jack asked, setting down a tray with two bowls of soup, two plates with salad and two glasses in front of Daniel. He pulled a small vial with tablets out of his trouser pocket.

Daniel couldn’t help but smile. “You carry Tylenol around with you?“

Jack cleared his throat. “I always carry Tylenol with me, Danny. You … he kept having migraines.“

Daniel looked up at Jack in astonishment, then when Jack answered his stare levelly, ducked his head shyly.

“That’s … wow!“

“Your Jack …“ He stopped, stirring his soup. Daniel knew what he’d wanted to ask.

“No, no. He’s my best friend, dragging me to the mess hall when I need to eat and to the infirmary when I’m not feeling well … but he never carried a vial of Tylenol with him just in case.“

“Your relationship’s not like ours,“ Jack answered, poking his salad. Daniel nodded with a shrug. He tried the soup and noticed that not only did it taste good, but also how hungry he actually was.

For a couple of minutes, silence reigned.

“So … how did he die?“

Jack closed his eyes in pain, and Daniel shook his head. “I’m sorry. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I-“

“Ba’al killed him.“ Jack looked up at him.

Daniel shook his head. “Sorry. You don’t have to-“

“It’s only natural that you want to know, Danny. You’re … you,“ Jack smiled, almost helplessly. He cleared his throat. “Before they drew the frontline around Earth, Danny was off world with a team on one of Ba’al’s planets. We kept hearing rumours about Ba’al and Kalina forging an alliance and wanted to make sure if they were true. They got captured. Ba’al dialled Earth and set up the MALP we’d sent through with the team and …“ Jack brushed a hand over his lips. “… they’d tortured them. Ba’al killed them while we were watching through the MALP, saying that we’d be next.“

Daniel stared at Jack without saying a word. The general cleared his throat. “We sent a team. Until that moment, I was still hoping that everything had been a trick … but they brought back the … the bodies.“ Jack looked into Daniel’s eyes. “He’s dead.“

“Sorry,“ Daniel said, just now realising that he hadn’t told Jack before, “That’s horrible.“

Jack sighed. “Yeah,“ he nodded, “it is.“


Carson put the plate with a sandwich down next to Rodney’s keyboard, and the scientist glanced at him. “Thank you,“ he said.

Carson nodded. “You’re welcome.“ He pulled a chair up beside Rodney to sit down and eat his own sandwich. “I’m really doing it for my own safety, you know. You can be a bit bitchy when you leave out a meal,“ he explained with a smile gracing his face.

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Don’t say it.“

“Well, you always are,“ Carson added with a grin.

Rodney suppressed a smile. “It’s so unbelievable that a guy like you, with no experience whatsoever with the Stargate, with no scientific background-“

“Medicine’s science,“ Carson interrupted.

Rodney snorted. “… without a scientific background, has the Ancient gene. That’s unfair.“

Carson shrugged. Rodney bit off of the sandwich and sighed in relief when his rebelling stomach began to calm down at the prospect of nourishment on its way. Carson tipped his head. “What do you expect to find?“

Rodney look at him questioningly.

“In Atlantis,“ Carson explained.

“The solution to our problems,“ Rodney answered.

Carson rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know that. But what exactly?“

“No idea,“ Rodney sighed, glaring at text on his screen, “It could be everything. The Ancients were very resourceful.“

“It’s strange,“ Carson said, “that only a few people on Earth know that we’re heading for a war.“

Rodney didn’t answer. Caron looked at him with serious, blue eyes. “But you’ll find a way.“

Rodney stopped, the sandwich half-way to his mouth. He looked at Carson who was concentrating on his sandwich. “You will,“ the doctor added.

Rodney cleared his throat. “You think so?“

Carson looked at him smiling brightly, and Rodney couldn’t help but smile back.

“Sure,“ Carson said in affirmation, “You’re a genius, right?“ He slapped Rodney’s shoulder before he got up, returning to his laptop. For some reason, Rodney was unable to find an appropriate cynical answer to that so he just muttered “Sure“, wondering if the sandwich had been foul after all. His stomach felt kind of funny.

Carson sighed tiredly and concentrated on his computer and his books. Rodney put the rest of the sandwich on his plate and tried to concentrate on his work, but it was difficult for him. He looked to Carson. The doctor seemed focused on his work. Curiosity got the better of Rodney. “What are you working on?“

Carson threw him a glance over his shoulder. “I told General O’Neill that I could try and find a way to synthesize the Ancient gene.“

Rodney’s eyes widened in awe and he joined Carson at his table. “You can do that?“

“I don’t know,“ Carson answered, “I can try, right?“

“Right,“ Rodney answered and leafed through the medical reference book that was lying on the table.

Carson put his hands on Rodney’s to stop him. “Don’t do that.“

Rodney pulled his hand back and leant on the table. “So … you could make it possible for people not having the Ancient gene to use Ancient technology that requires the gene.“

“Maybe,“ Carson cautioned, trying to make it seem as if he was engrossed in his research, but he knew just how bad Rodney wanted the Ancient gene. He could practically feel the vibes of excitement from the man next to him and stifled a smile.

“You’ll need subjects for the test.“

“Are you offering?“ Carson asked and looked up at Rodney.

“Well, I …“ Rodney crossed his arms and said casually, “If you don’t find someone who wants to do it.“

Carson smiled brightly, and Rodney was shocked when he realized that he was blushing. “I’m just saying,“ he muttered and turned away to head back to his table.

Carson marked his page with a pen and shut the book. He followed Rodney to his place and leant on the table with his forearms. “I didn’t know you could be so heroic,“ he joked with a smile. He nudged Rodney with his shoulder.

Rodney looked at his screen and answered with indignation, “For science …“

“And here I was thinking that medicine isn’t a science.“ For this Carson got a glare. He took it with a smile. Rodney looked in his eyes and suddenly, he realized just how close they were. Too close.

It made him nervous. He cleared his throat and got up to head for his white boards. “I have work to do,“ he said.

Carson sighed deeply, and ducked his head. “Sure,“ he said. He watched Rodney standing at his white board for a moment then he went to his table and picked up his book, notes and the laptop. “I’ll go and work in my quarters for a while.“

Rodney nodded in distraction. Carson left the laboratory as fast as possible. Only when he was gone, Rodney looked after him. He rubbed his forehead and tried to concentrate on his calculations, but his head was empty. Something was off, as if everything had shifted just a little bit, and something new clicked into place. He just didn’t know what it was. Rodney sighed, he’d figure it out later, and now that Carson was done distracting him he could get some work done.

Only when Carson had arrived in his small quarters, he breathed a sigh of relief. He leant against the closed door and stared into nothing. “Crap,“ he mumbled. Rodney was arrogant, nerve-racking most of the time and his moods were unpredictable. But during the last two weeks, he’d often showed a softer side too, mostly whenever he’d left the laboratory to get something to eat with Carson, or whenever he’d had made progress with his research.

When that happened he was funny, communicative, and attentive. And Carson had fallen in love with this Rodney, a little. Only, he had no idea at all how Rodney was feeling about him.

And since they would work together for an undetermined amount of time, it wasn’t a good idea to mention his feelings. But five minutes ago, he’d betrayed himself. And he had no idea how Rodney would react.

Chapter 5
Carbon Copy Masterlist