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Stargate: Carbon Copy 10/12 (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 9


The steps echoing down the corridor caused Carson to wince. He forced the panic down and tried to concentrate on remaining strong but he couldn’t. Jack, Daniel, even Rodney ... all of them were so much more experienced with this ... Carson was part of this for only for two weeks now and he never had done something more exciting then to ask Kenneth Lloyd out for a date in college. And since that had ended badly, this situation could end even worse.

Two Jaffas stopped in front of the cell. One of them was Teal’c. Carson looked at Daniel who hadn’t moved since the last attack ten minutes ago and he realized that the only one who knew how to get Teal’c to see their point wouldn’t be able to.

Teal’c looked into the cell before he opened the door with a touch to the control panel on the wall opposite the cell door. He indicated Carson. “Come.“

Carson swallowed. Jack shook his head and he left Daniel leant against the wall to get up. “No. I’m coming. I’m the leader. I know the most about-“

“Silence!“ Teal’c screamed and Jack’s hands became fists. Teal’c gave the other Jaffa a signal and he went into the cell towards the corner where Carson and Rodney were cowering.

“No, you don’t!“ Jack demanded and made for intercepting him, but Teal’c pointed his staff weapon to his chest. Jack raised his hands in defence while Carson was dragged up and shoved to the door by the other Jaffa. Jack stared at Teal’c. “No,“ he said, remembering what Carson had told him about Daniel and the Jaffa and added, “Please.“

Something that looked like sympathy glittered in Teal’c’s eyes, perhaps surprise, too, but it died just as fast. He pushed the weapon into Jack’s chest and left the cell. The door met its lock with a bang. Carson flinched, staring at Jack in terror. Rodney jumped to his feet, going to the bars with quick steps. “Carson. It’s going to be alright.“

The Jaffa started to pull him along and Carson nodded at Rodney, trying to defeat his panic. He didn’t really make it.

“Carson,“ Rodney called, “you’re going to be okay!“ His voice faded away and then, Carson was alone in the endless corridors of the spaceship - with the two Jaffas. Teal’c seized Carson’s jacket and talked to the other Jaffa in a language Carson didn’t understand. He nodded and let Carson go, before he went off in another direction.

Teal’c dragged Carson further down the corridor and suddenly, the doctor realized that he could do something. He scraped the knowledge together that he’d learned by reading within the last two weeks during lunch breaks and in the evening in his accommodation.

“The Goa’uld are false gods.“ He swallowed. “You know that. Your people could be free from … the symbiotes.“

Teal’c didn’t reply, but forced him to walk on.

“Okay,“ Carson said, “I know you need them to stay alive but maybe you could … you could … I could find a possibility for you to survive without them. I’m a doctor. I studied …“

Teal’c didn’t seem to understand him.

“I’m a … shaman?“ Carson tried, then another word occurred to him. “A healer.“ Maybe he was imagining Teal’c’s hesitation. “I could try to find a solution. We don’t know much about your physiology because we …“ He stopped. He shouldn’t mention that until now the SGC only had been able to examine dead Jaffas and their symbiotes.

And he didn’t feel quite comfortable with it, either. But those had been the reports Carson had been most interested in.

He wished that he’d read more about the Jaffas’ culture, about which the SGC knew just as little as about their physiology.

“I can help. With your help, I can do that.“

Teal’c stopped in front of a door and it opened automatically.

“Oh God,“ Carson whispered when he saw what was inside.


Daniel had never felt more rotten in his life.

Well, maybe after the accident on Kelowna. A renewed cramp shook his body and he gritted his teeth. Nope, never. Every muscle was aching, clenching and trembling. His headaches were unbearably and oddly enough, he was cold. He moaned softly, as a new cramp hit him and Jack pulled him closer. A kiss touched his forehead. “We have to get him out of here,“ Jack said, worried.

Rodney was standing at the bars, staring at the mechanism across the hall as if he could activate it by force of mind. The fact that Carson was gone was weighing him down. He was sick with worry. Carson had looked so terrified when the Jaffas had dragged him away.

“Splendid idea, General. Give me a minute to bend those bars apart.“

“Can’t we push the button somehow?“

Rodney turned around to face him. Frustration became anger.

“We could, if our arms could reach across the hallway.“ He went through his pockets. “Have you got something we could throw?“


“To hit the mechanism.“

Jack shook his head. “They took everything.“

“Yes,“ Rodney sighed and then turned back around to the corridor, to the mechanism just out of reach.


Carson was curled up in a corner of the small room in which Kalina and four men in cowls had waited for him.

The faces of the men were pale and strange characters were etched into their skin. Their pupils were from a dark white. Carson had heard descriptions of Priors. But none of the stories the soldiers reassigned from the SGC to Antarctica had told him how Ori tortured.

He closed his eyes, putting his hands over his ears, however the Priors’ voices kept drilling into his head, thundering through his thoughts. His whole body hurt as if all nerves were hyper sensitive. His clothes touching his skin felt like sandpaper with every gasping breath he took. He whimpered softly, seeing through his tears the four Priors with their books, reading from them as if they were preaching. A small distance away, Kalina was standing and waiting. He didn’t know how long this had been going on. It felt like days, however, it could have been mere hours. He didn’t understand their words. They were of Latin origin, he knew that much, but they sounded different, wrong somehow. And they flowed into each other, overlapping, and he wasn’t really interested in their meaning either way. He knew what they wanted. It was as if they were still transmitting the questions to him although they weren’t actually asking them anymore.

Where did you get the power sources? Where is the Ancient base?

Carson pressed against the wall, closing his eyes, and tried to disappear. They weren’t allowed to learn where the base was situated, or that it was useless without the ZPMs in the rucksacks. Because they would destroy it with a couple of energy beams. The fear of the drones was Earth’s only hope. It stopped them from an invasion. A picture of Antarctica as he’d seen it out of the helicopter on the way to the base unwontedly crept into Carson’s mind.

He shook his head, forcing the picture away. They could see what he saw, he was sure of that. The voices of the Priors seemed to get louder, the pain got worse. It felt like fire. He was hot and sweat was gathering on his face. He couldn’t show them the base. It would cause them to attack ... Carson sobbed. He couldn’t show them the base ... and before Carson understood what had happened, something broke through his defences.

And Carson broke under the strain.


When Nicholas Rush entered Colonel Lorne’s office, his face showed the soldier that their situation had gone from worse to disastrous. “Don’t tell me,“ he pleaded.

“I can’t repair the Stargate without access to a working DHD. And since we’re unable to dial out and all our ships are needed here … I can’t repair the 'Gate.“

Lorne rubbed his tired eyes. He and Kawalsky weren’t overtaxed by the task of leading the SGC and QMC without Jack’s supervision. They’d done this before whenever the general was on other planets or in Washington.

But Earth was in danger, and the representatives of all countries were currently initiated into the situation by the President and the leaders of Canada, China, France and Russia ... only to inform their people that Earth would be run over soon. Their situation was worse than disastrous.

“I told you not to tell me.“

“I don’t think it would have helped you not to know.“

“Why do you need a working DHD?“ Lorne asked.

“To copy the dialling program from the DHD to our dialling computers.“ He became silent and bit his lower lip, his arms crossed.

Lorne suspected that there was something even worse the scientist wasn’t telling him. His bright blue eyes widened questioningly. “Dr. Rush?”

“I looked into the virus. It was designed by Ba’al specifically for our computers. Worse, it’s an abomination of the Avenger virus Dr. Felger’s currently working on.“

Silence descended.

Avenger. The SGC’s hope, now it was its downfall.

“Do I want to know how Ba’al could know that much about our computer systems and Avenger?“

Rush answered like he always did, plain-spoken and blunt. “Dr. Linus.“

“The guy on the team that got caught and tortured by Ba’al with Dr. Jackson.“

“After their deaths, we changed the IDCs and everything we always change after cases like this one,“ Rush answered.

“We didn’t see that coming, huh?“

“Linus was working on the project with Felger.“

“Ba’al got what he wanted. We’re cut off from any help.“

“We have the mirror,“ Rush suggested.

Lorne gave a forced laugh. “This is our reality. Getting Dr. Jackson was one thing, but … we have to save our asses on our own.“


Teal’c entered the room when Kalina and the Priors started to file out of it. Kalina’s face was just as unreadable as those of her devoted servants therefore Teal’c couldn’t tell whether they’d gotten the answer they wanted.

“Lock him up,“ Kalina said without even giving Teal’c a glance and the Jaffa inclined his head in her direction when she left. He entered the room and closed the door. He found the man crouched in one of the corners. He was gasping audibly, his fingers cramped in the black material of his uniform, and it seemed as if every one of his breaths was hurting him. When Teal’c’s shadow fell across him, he flinched, pressing against the wall as if it was able to protect him. Teal’c looked down at him and it was obvious that the Ta’uri were as vulnerable and weak as he’d heard. They didn’t have the strength of a Jaffa or the technology that was at the Goa’ulds’ disposal. Teal’c nevertheless couldn’t help but think of the words of his master Bra’tac, years ago, as he’d still been in Apophis’ services ... before Ba’al had conquered Apophis’ empire and killed the snake God and Bra’tac. He’d sat in the garden of his house with Bra’tac, watching his son Rya’c and one of his friends play.

“The Ta’uri conquered Ra and Seth, even Chronos. Don’t tell me that you aren’t already doubting the Gods. I know that you do, and that you did even before those humans appeared.“

Of course, Teal’c had his doubts. Many of the Jaffas had them. But the rivalry under the Goa’ulds was big. A peaceful conversation with the warriors of an enemy was impossible, the forming of an alliance unthinkable. And the Goa’ulds might not be gods but they had power, weapons and enough faithful warriors at their disposal. And then there were the symbiotes the Jaffas needed to survive.

How could Teal’c who had a family even consider to rage against his God?

He looked down at the Ta’uri. “Is it true?“ he asked. The man winced as if Teal’c had screamed at him when in truth, the primus hadn’t even spoken loud.

Results of the torture. Teal’c had already seen so many victims of the Ori.

Even Jaffas broke under their torture. The man looked up to him with blue uncomprehending eyes.

“Is it true that you can free us from the symbiotes?“ Teal’c asked. The man groaned softly and Teal’c squatted down beside him. “Answer.“

The man nodded weakly. “We … have brilliant healers. All we need is … a healthy Jaffa.“

Teal’c tipped his head to the side.

“You know that they are liars, right?“ the man asked softly. He stared at Teal’c. “Please, help us. We have to … they will conquer Earth.“ He closed his eyes. Teal’c extended a hand, putting it on the Ta’uri’s arm. Then he gripped his hand, pulling him to his feet. The man stumbled over his own feet and would’ve fallen if any other Jaffa had been standing beside him. But Teal’c supported him and put one of his arms around his broad shoulders. The man seemed to have hardly enough strength to keep himself upright. He moaned softly.

Teal’c headed for the door. “We have to free your friends,“ he said.


When steps echoed down the corridor, Rodney pressed against the bars. He stared down the hallway, waiting, until he saw Teal’c approaching with Carson. The doctor seemed to be uninjured but he was hardly walking on his own. Teal’c seemed to drag his weight – one of Carson’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. Rodney could see the black belt of a bag on one of his shoulders. He stepped away from the door. “General,“ he said and Jack got up. He pushed Rodney behind his body protectively. Daniel was lying on the ground in one of the corners of the cell, unconscious. He hadn’t reacted to them since roughly half an hour. Carson had been gone for a long time. Long enough that Rodney had started to wonder if they’d killed him.

Teal’c opened the cell door and entered. Rodney saw Carson raising his head slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. Teal’c looked at Jack, then Daniel. “We don’t have much time,“ he said, “I’ll take Daniel Jackson with me.“

“What? Hey, wait a minute,“ Jack said, “He’s unconscious. You can’t torture him.“

Teal’c stared at him, danger in his eyes. “I have no intention of doing that.“ He held his bag out for Rodney to take and now, Rodney recognized one of their backpacks.

Carson raised his head with difficulty. “General … he’s on our side.“

“What?“ Jack asked.

“We do not have time for this,“ Teal’c said, stepping towards them. He handed Rodney the bag and the scientist took it. He felt the hard edges of the ZPM through the rucksack’s fabric and stared at Teal’c in surprise. Teal’c passed Carson on to Rodney.

The scientist had difficulty to keep the doctor upright for a moment since he had to sling the rucksack over one shoulder, too. “What’s wrong with him?“ he asked.

“The Ori have their own torture tactics.“ Teal’c stopped next to Daniel and lifted him into his arms.

Jack stepped up to him. “I’ll take him,“ he said firmly.

“You’re needed for another person,“ Teal’c answered.

“Carson?“ Rodney asked softly.

Carson groaned. “’m sorry.“

“For what?“ Rodney asked.

“Showed ’em.“

“We have to leave,“ Teal’c said, heading for the door. Jack and Rodney had hardly anything else left but to follow him. When Rodney had difficulties in helping Carson alone, Jack supported the doctor’s other side.

“Why are you helping us?“ he asked.

Teal’c answered, “I ordered all Jaffa away from this area. But we have to hurry. We can talk of this later.“ He stopped in front of another cell. Jack let Carson go and gripped the bars, his eyes drawn into the cell and inevitably to the only prisoner who was lying on the ground.

“Danny,“ he whispered. Bloody scratches were marring Daniel’s face and his hands. The green trousers were dirty and blood scabby and the black t-shirt torn in some places. Bloody wounds were under the shirt. His hair was a little longer and he had a beard but it was obviously Daniel.

Teal’c opened the door and Jack hurried to his lover. “Baby,“ he said, pulling the unconscious man into his arms. Daniel was breathing, even though weakly. Jack sobbed. For three months he’d thought to have lost Daniel.

Three months, during those he would have almost given up, leaving Cheyenne Mountain behind. But the base had also been Daniel’s doing and Jack hadn’t been able to give it up.

“General,“ Rodney warned him.

Jack nodded. “I know.“ He came to his feet, Daniel slung over his shoulder. He forced the lover in him back, and stared at Teal’c. “Where to?“

“The hangar,“ the Jaffa answered.


When the door to his quarters onboard Artemis opened and the overhead lights were switched on, Everett Young sat up in his bed, immediately alarmed.

“Sir,“ an airman panted, “they’re firing.“

As if to confirm his words, the ship shook through a hit.

“Get everyone to their stations,“ Young ordered, “I’m right there.“

“Sir, you don’t understand,“ the man said and Young stared at him.

“What?“ he asked.

“They already passed by our frontline. One of their ships is behind ours, above Earth. It suddenly appeared and sent Death Gliders and Al-Keshs towards Earth.“

Everett didn’t take the time to reconsider the situation. His instincts took over. “Send the F-302s to intercept the Death Gliders and Al-Keshs. I’m on my way to the bridge. Get me the other commanders and Colonel Lorne on the screen.“

The soldier nodded and turned away to leave when Everett got out of bed, grabbing his pants. “Airman!“ he called.

The young man returned. “Sir?“

“Where are the Death Gliders headed?“

“Antarctica, sir.“

Chapter 11
Carbon Copy Masterlist