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Stargate: Carbon Copy 7/12 (Fanfiction)

CARBON COPY 7/12

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 6


7.



It was difficult for Daniel not to enter all the rooms he passed by on his way to retrieve the ZPM.

“Just keep on going straight ahead, Dr. Jackson,“ Rodney said impatiently and Daniel was glad that the scientist had found a possibility to read their life signals.

It was easier to find the piers that way. As he passed a window front, Daniel stopped to take in a breathtaking look over the city. When they’d found Atlantis in his reality, he had to go there. It was large enough to become a life’s work.

“Dr. Jackson, are you alright?“ Rodney asked.

Daniel activated his radio. “Yes. I was just …“ He stopped speaking and moved on. His headache had come back with a vengeance and he grimaced, massaging his forehead with a hand.

“Got it,“ Jack said, “It’s here. It’s inside a … box. I can see it, but I can’t reach it.“

“Are there any control elements? Maybe I can open it from here,“ Rodney said.

Daniel tuned out the dialogue, leaning against a wall. He closed his eyes, groaning softly. When he opened his eyes again, everything was slightly blurred. “Okay,“ he mumbled, “something’s wrong.“ He swallowed a wave of nausea. Then he left the support of the wall. He had to go on. The sooner he had the ZPM, the sooner they would return to Earth and the sooner he could return into his reality and find out what was wrong with him.

He stumbled over his own feet, staggering against a wall when the pounding behind his forehead got stronger.

The last thing he heard was Rodney’s rebuking voice. “Dr. Jackson, just go on. We’re kinda limited in our time.“

Everything went black.

***

“Daniel?“ Somebody was holding his wrist and he opened his eyes carefully. Carson was kneeling beside him, looking at his watch. He was sweaty and panting.

“Dr. Beckett?“ Jack’s worried voice caused Carson to let go of Daniel’s wrist and activate his radio.

Before he could say something, Daniel tapped his knee. Carson smiled in relief. “He’s coming around, General. Don’t you worry.“

Jack decided to stay sceptical. “I should come.“

“No,“ Rodney answered, “General, I need you in the control room. You have to activate something for me.“

Daniel activated his radio with trembling hands. “I’m fine, Jack.“

The General answered with a clearly doubtful “Okay“. Daniel carefully straightened up with Carson’s help, leaning against the pleasantly cool wall. Carson offered him his bottle and Daniel took a couple of sips. He felt better as soon as the dry feeling in his mouth had been washed away. “How long was I out?“ Daniel asked.

“Long enough for me to run over here.“ Carson was still a bit out of breath. “About fifteen minutes.“

“You were fast,“ Daniel said with awe.

“Yeah, I’m surprised by my performance, too. And Rodney found a shortcut,“ Carson smiled. Then he became professional. “Are you experiencing any dizziness? Nausea?“

Daniel shook his head. “Just a migraine,“ he answered.

“What happened?“ Carson asked.

“I’m not sure,“ Daniel answered, “But the headache suddenly got stronger and I … just collapsed.“

“You seem to be okay, now. Steady pulse,“ Carson said, standing up. He reached out a hand for Daniel. “C’mon. We gotta get your ZPM and head back towards the 'Gate room.“

Daniel took his hand and stood up, staggering slightly.

“Are you okay?“ Carson asked in worry and Daniel nodded.

“Yeah. I’m fine.“ He made a few insecure steps and smiled. “It’s getting better.“ He took a last sip of water before he gave Carson the bottle. The doctor put it into Daniel’s rucksack. They went on.

“Almost there,” Daniel said. They turned a corner and were now in a corridor that was lined by a window front on one side. Behind it, the city and the open sea could be seen. Every time Daniel looked out the windows, he was in awe by the sheer size of Atlantis.

Carson looked out the window while they walked alongside it. “Lovely, don’t you think?“ he asked.

Daniel nodded. “This city was built before Rome.“

“Tell you what: If the military decides to come back here and they’re looking for a doctor …“ Carson shrugged. “I’d do it.“

“That’s good,“ Daniel said, “I wanted to contact your alter ego. And ask him to work for us.“

Carson smiled. “He’ll like that …“ He frowned. “Just don’t let him sit in the chair. I almost killed two people in a helicopter.“

***

The ZPM had been in a protective enclosure on a small balcony. The salty sea air brushed through Daniel’s hair and actually managed to soothe his migraine a little. He needed a moment before he’d managed to remove the ZPM from its place. Daniel brushed his fingers over the smooth surface of the cylindrical energy source before he packed it into his rucksack. When he’d taken it out of its place, the orange crystals had stopped glowing. Carson grabbed his radio. “We got it and we’re heading back towards the 'Gate room now.“

Rodney answered, “Okay.“

Jack added, “Dr. McKay’s already working on the DHD’s modification. There’s a window of opportunity in five minutes, but we won’t make it. We’re dialling out in approximately forty-three minutes. At that time, the 'Gate on Earth should be between two wormholes.“

Daniel shouldered his rucksack and grimaced when he realized just how heavy the ZPM was. “Let’s go then,“ he told Carson.

***

Nicholas Rush was nervous. He was staring at the numbers on the white board he’d installed in a corner of the control room.

The unrest around him didn’t distract him and nobody dared to disturb him out of his thoughts. Everyone was focused on the many computers around them and the data they fed them. Only once, they had managed to dial faster than Ba’al.

Since the connection to Atlantis had been cut, their life once again was ruled by the dial-ins of the Goa’uld. But Nicholas had to improve the dialling program one more time. He just had to. Not only was Colonel Lorne expecting it from him, but he himself was also. The Stargate shut down, immediately starting a new dialling sequence.

“Atlantis?“ Walter Harriman asked nervously and Rush looked at his watch.

“Maybe. It depends on how fast they were able to get their hands on the ZPMs and if Dr. McKay’s as good as he always says he is.“

“The iris, Doctor?“

“Stays closed,“ Rush answered, “until we get a GDO code. General’s orders.“ He picked up his laptop and, once more, went through the instructions he’d given McKay.

He nodded to himself. If McKay would follow his instructions, Atlantis should be able to dial in faster than Ba’al. The noise of the 'Gate opening behind the iris barely pulled Nicholas from his calculations. He was used to it. A warning tone from Harriman’s computer, however, made him forget the laptop. “What was that?“ he asked sharply.

Harriman frowned, looking up at the Stargate and then back down on his screen. “Sir, the diagnostics program detected a problem.“

“A problem?“ Rush shoved Harriman, with his chair, aside and pulled up the diagnostics program. “What’s that?“ he asked softly, staring at the numbers running through a window in the middle of the screen.

“Sir?“ Harriman asked uncertainly and the other techs stopped their work, too, “What should we do?“

“Leave me alone,“ Nicholas answered brusquely, pulling up another window of the diagnostics program. “Oh my God,“ he mumbled, cold panic lacing his voice, “Oh … no, no! No!“ He typed orders while the others were watching him helplessly. The computer ignored him.

“What’s going on?“ Sgt. Siler asked softly and Harriman answered, “No idea. But whenever Rush reacts that way … it can’t be good.“

***

“Are you okay?“ Jack asked with a worried face when Daniel and Carson entered the 'Gate room and Daniel nodded.

He seemed a little pale and tired therefore Jack didn’t really believe him.

“Yeah.“

Carson headed up the stairs towards the control room to join Rodney who was buried in the Atlantis version of the DHD with the upper part of his body, muttering obsceneties about Rush’s orders. Daniel looked at his watch. “When are we going to dial out?“

“There’s a window in …“ Jack looked at the stop watch. “… thirteen minutes.“

“Will that be enough time?“

Jack nodded. “McKay thinks he’ll be done within the next few minutes.“

Daniel looked at the motionless 'Gate, putting down his rucksack to relieve his back. Jack put a worried hand on his arm. “Are you sure that you’re okay?“

Daniel smiled in assurance. “Just a migraine.“

“We shouldn’t have taken you with us.“

Daniel shook his head. “I don’t think that it’s got something to do with the 'Gate travel. I think it’s got something to do with the mirror.“

Jack gently squeezed his arm in reassurance and smiled. He turned away.

“Jack,“ Daniel said an the general turned back around to face him, “I didn’t tell you how sorry … I am for his death.“

Jack frowned. “Of course, you did.“

Daniel shook his head an stepped closer to Jack to speak softly. “No, I mean … I’m sorry for … your loss.“

Jack swallowed, avoiding his eyes. He cleared his throat. “My loss …,“ he nodded. He threw Daniel a helpless smile. Daniel put a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Jack took a deep breath and clenched his hands to fists, then he shook his head and pulled Daniel into a sudden embrace. One arm wrapped itself around Daniel’s hip, pulling him closer, while the other hand buried itself in his short hair. Jack nuzzled his cheek against Daniel’s temple. Daniel hesitated for a moment, uncertain how he should react, then he wound his arms around Jack’s chest. He and Jack had hugged during their friendship, but not very often.

It nevertheless felt different, somehow more intimate, and Daniel closed his eyes. Jack tightened the embrace briefly before he released him and turned away in clear embarrassment. “Sorry.“

“It’s okay,“ Daniel said quickly.

Jack sighed, still avoiding his eyes. “We should go and see what McKay’s doing.“

Daniel accepted Jack’s obvious wish to not talk about it anymore.

“Okay.“

***

The Stargate opened and McKay let out a triumphant noise. “We’ve got a wormhole,“ he said.

Jack smiled at him. “Good job, Doctor.“ He got up of the steps where he’d been waiting with Daniel and stepped towards the 'Gate.

He entered his iris code and then pulled the sleeve of his green jacket over the GDO again. “We should go.“

Rodney nodded, coming down the stairs with Carson. Daniel put on his rucksack while Carson preferred to keep his in his hand. Rodney glanced longingly back to the control room. “General-“

“We’ll come back, Dr. McKay. As soon as we solved our problem.“

Rodney nodded and then made his determined way towards the 'Gate, a big grin on his lips. “We will.“

Carson frowned. “Since when are you Mr. Optimist?“

“Well,“ Rodney answered, standing in front of the event horizon, “we have the ZPMs. What can go wrong, now?“

“McKay,“ Jack cautioned, “don’t jinx it.“

Rodney shrugged him off. “This was a cakewalk.“

Jack gestured towards the 'Gate in impatience and Rodney left the city.

“He’s a pain in the ass,“ Jack mumbled, following him with Carson and Daniel in tow.

When he exited the 'Gate, he slammed into Rodney’s back and cursed. “McKay, move your ass. Someone could …“ He stopped when it hit him that Rodney was holding his hands up and that Carson and Daniel were, too.

He looked over Rodney’s shoulder to where the control room should be and groaned when, instead, he saw Ba’al standing there with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. Ba’al’s human host was handsome with dark eyes, black hair and a striking face. Although he was built rather slim, Ba’al radiated an authority even Jack had to recognize. Out of all the Goa’ulds they had fought against over the years, Ba’al was the smartest.

It wasn’t advisable to underestimate him. Sometimes, Jack thought it surreal that their most threatening enemy was nothing more than a big worm living in a human host. Jaffa were standing around Ba’al, their weapons pointed at the Ta’uri. They were wearing the typical Jaffa uniform consisting of protective metal pieces and a coat of chain-mail. Ba’al preferred a simpler style, wearing a dark sleeveless top made of leather and dark trousers which were put into his black boots.

Behind Ba’al, his throne was standing on a pedestal. The artificial light of the lamps was mirrored in the simple, black walls of the room.

“Damn it, McKay,“ Jack said, “what did I tell you?“

Rodney sighed. “That’s so unfair.“

Chapter 8
Carbon Copy Masterlist