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001 ☤ Arrival (Ten Forward)

"Doctor Lam," Chief Sergeant Walter called to her from the doorway of the infirmary.

"One moment," Carolyn replied distractedly as she finished writing in the chart she'd been working on. One of the Majors from SG-11 had hurt his wrist during his last mission and she'd just finished clearing him for duty... Again. It had been the third time that month that the man had managed to get himself hurt, though no one held Colonel Mitchell's record. She didn't even know for sure just how many times that he'd been hurt. By now it was probably getting up close to triple digits. Finishing up, she set her pen down and looked up finally and nodded a greeting to Walter. "What do you need?"

"General Landry would like to see you in the briefing room."

Carolyn's eyebrows drew together for a moment before she nodded her head. "Right, could you let him know I'll be right there?" She knew that putting off a meeting with her father for any reason wasn't a good idea, besides he wouldn't have been calling her to the briefing room if the reason he wanted to speak to her was for a personal reason.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll let him know," Walter agreed before stepping back and shutting the door behind him..

Gathering up a notepad and a few extra pens, Carolyn headed over to the door, and pulling the door open she stepped out into what should have been the passage way. Though, it was anything but. She was standing in a room she didn't even recognize... She wasn't even sure-- No, no this was no place at the SGC. And it didn't look like an Ori ship, not that she knew what one looked like inside but this didn't scream Ori and they were into the self promoting.

She stood there for a moment, her eyebrows both arching in complete disbelief. She turned her head to look behind her, and of course the infirmary was gone too.

How had they beamed her here? She had thought the base had installed anti-beaming technology. This was very strange joke to be playing on her.

"OK, guys. Ha ha. Very funny," she called out, expecting her dad or any of the SGC to jump out from behind maybe the bar and laugh at her. No one did though, and a frown soon found it's way onto her lips. This was getting old, fast. She glanced at the woman behind the bar and then at the those seated at the tables, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, where are they?" She didn't even give them a chance to reply, just spun around, a hand planted firmly on her hip. "Okay guys! Joke's over! Time to take me home now.... Guys?"

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Yuna listened and knew instantly that it was someone brought here by Q once again. She stepped over towards the girl with a sad smile. "Sorry. I don't think this is that sort of joke. You see there is a man named Q that brings people here from time to time." About once a month.

"He brought me here too." She glanced around the lounge for a moment before looking back at the doctor. "I don't know if I can explain it well or even more than just that. It's a little odd."

Carolyn froze for a second, her eyebrows lifting. This could not be-- Was she serious? Carolyn was doing her best not to just jump to the conclusion that this woman was crazy but yeeeeah, she was edging really close to it.

"Right, just like that this Q just randomly brings people here." Like that was sane. She quickly shook her head. "A little? Try a lot, it's not even just odd, it's outright bizarre."

It wouldn't be the first time someone questioned Yuna's sanity. She's run into that often on this ship when it comes to a few of her magical talents. She took it in stride smiling while she spoke.

"That too." Yuna's head tilted to the side. "Sadly though it is true. Do you not believe me?"

She figured she could find a way to prove it. The easiest way was seeing the stars if that wasn't usual back in her own world. Though Yuna had a feeling it wouldn't be so simple.

"Um, no." She looked around again, looking for a camera or something that would let her know she was being watched by someone from the SGC. She didn't see anything though and she figured that they were well hidden.

She shoved the pens she was still holding her in hands into the pockets of her lab coat. This was nuts, there was no way that someone named Q could have taken her right out of the SGC, no way! "We have technology that makes things like the impossible," she said, still looking around the room.

"So you see he couldn't have just taken me."

Yuna sighed softly. "Yes but I'm afraid he has magic which most technology doesn't account for."

Though from there current stale mate Yuna felt as if just saying so wouldn't convince the woman so she held out her hand summoning a flower made of ice and then evaporating it with flames. She closed her hand and they were gone.

"Like that."

"Magic?" Oh good lord. This woman thought magic was involved. The last time Carolyn had believed in magic, she'd been five... She'd also thought she'd grow up to be a princess but seeing as how that hadn't happened.

Her eyes narrowed and she took a half step back. Okay, now the ice flower thing being evaporated by fire was certainly bizarre but she didn't believe it was magic.

"Nice show of powers. Doesn't mean it's magic."

Yuna shrugged. "I guess it depends on your definition. Magic to me in the transfer of energy. I take the powers within me and turn them into something I can use. It can be broken down but it's still called magic. I know others call magic science, or magic is what they have yet to understand."

Her smile stays in place as she spoke. "It depends on the world."

Carolyn reminded skeptical, it just wasn't in her nature to just believe something was magic. To her magic was something in fairytales, not something that happened in the real world, no matter what world people were from. She knew that there were many out there who had powers - the Ancients, the Ori and even the Goa'uld had powers that came with their species and from being ascended.

"There's nothing to understand. It's just a matter of genetics and species. " Science was what she was going to fall back upon. She might not understand what the hell was going on, but she'd always be able to fall back on science.

Yuna laughed. "Isn't that what I said?" Her smiled was wide and she gestured as she spoke. She didn't use words like genetics because they had no place in her world but she could understand. She wouldn't classify herself as human, at least not like the human's she has met from earth.

"Just in different words, I suppose."

She thought for a moment her expression shifting to something more serious. All of her thoughts were painted across her features as she spoke. "Then let's say it like this. A person named Q brought you here. He sucks." It was a different way to say it.

Carolyn sighed, shifting from foot to foot as she tried to truly process what was going on. This all did suck. She had things to do, a meeting to go to. She didn't have time for whatever this Q thought she had time for. She had an entire medical department to take care of and lord, if Mitchell got into trouble again, who was suppose to patch him up while lecturing him?

She shook her head and shrugged. "Well, it's not like he can keep us here forever, right? Surely there's a way we can get to where we're suppose to..." She glanced around. "Is he here? This Q?"

"He's here somewhere. I haven't been able to speak with him. He comes and goes as he pleases." It was frustrating considering the sphere hunter had been on the Enterprise for over half a year and still hasn't been able to corner Q. Now it's all but slipped from her thoughts.

It wasn't so bad here but it took getting used too.

"You know, we might be able to find him but I don't think that we will be able to convince him to send us home."

Her eyebrows knitted together. This Q sounded a lot like the Asgard and their popping in and out whenever it pleased them. Though at least with the Asgard they generally didn't need to worry about them just randomly tossing them in some strange spaceship.

"Is there a reason why he's doing this or it just because he can and he's bored?
Her tone is rather dry but she just can't even be bothered to pretend to be impressed by what this Q was doing. He had completely disrupted her life and honestly, she had way too much to do back home.

"I think it's just because he'd bored." Yuna frowned at that. She didn't care for Q, though she was sure that no one who found themselves on board did. He was just a jerk and his games often caused trouble for those around them.

She let out a slow sigh leaning forward with her fingers laced behind her back. "You never really know what he might do next."

"I hate aliens like that." Really she did. Ba'al had been like that. He'd constantly been up to crap because he'd been bored and thought trying to take over things was the way to get around that. Okay, maybe that wasn't the reason but it sounded good.

"So... Does he show up a lot or does he just plop people in here from time to time?"

"Another actor to join the interdimensional farce, then?" The somewhat eerie, dual-toned voice belonged to a creature clearly not human, whose species was undoubtedly entered into the SGC's databanks, though he himself didn't know it.

The bland note of his voice made him sound almost bored. The bewildered reaction she had displayed was one that had become increasingly familiar to him, as he'd had the dubious pleasure of welcoming several new arrivals on board. He probably wouldn't have spoken up now, except that she had appeared right in the middle of his path to the bar.

"My condolences."

Carolyn turned to see just who was talking to her and immediately froze. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel the color draining from her face. She recognized the species standing in front of her and knew, just knew that she was screwed. She didn't normally think like that but it wasn't every day that she came face to face with a wraith.

The fact that they apparently had found their way out of the Pegasus Galaxy was horrifying enough but that they had the technology to beam them people right out of the SGC was even worse. How was it that those on Atlantis didn't even send a warning?? She shook her head and automatically took a step backwards, needing to put space between her and the wraith.

"I don't know why you took me," she began but knew it could possibly be just to feed on which made any lasting color disappear from her face. "But I suggest putting me right back. They'll send people to look for me."

During his months on board, the old wraith had come to notice that there were those that found his appearance unsettling, even if they didn't know what he was. But the level of fear that this woman was displaying did make him wonder. It was familiar.

It also made him smile, a crooked sort of smile that showed many pointy teeth.

"Is that idea supposed to be intimidating?" He said before deciding to take pity and give her some honest information. "Even if I wanted to I couldn't. I was not the one who bought you here."

Carolyn had never in her life been a religious person but face with the wraith, she was silently praying to anyone, anything who might even take an interest in hearing them. She had no idea how she was suppose to get out of this. She wasn't even trained for this kind of thing. She was a doctor and had NO military training at all!

She stumbled back again, his smile making it feel as though her skin was crawling. She had no idea how the people on Atlantis had dealt with them but now she wished that she'd read every single report that had come in regarding them. Hindsight, it was seriously a pain in the ass.

Her eyebrows drew together and she shook her head, trying not to appear as afraid or confused as she actually was. "That makes no sense. Of course you did!"

"What purpose would I have for doing that?" He was, of course, fishing for confirmation of his suspicions, that she knew of his kind. So far, not many on board did, and he would prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible. The captain knew, and no doubt at least the senior staff and security. But it was easier to move freely and interact if people didn't know what kind of predator he actually was. Luckily for him, there were so many new arrivals, drawing attention in other directions.

"I don't know!" Carolyn huffed a little bewildered. "Because you're a Wraith? Not exactly a saint over there." Okay now she was sure she was probably edging into being snarky but really? This guy would feed off of her with his hand, at least that's what the reports had said. Gd, why couldn't she remember how it was she was suppose to fight off one of them?

Not that she would have been able to, she wasn't exactly the most physical of people even if she was in good shape. She was screwed.

He was looking for confirmation, and he got it. No need to pretend, then. "I will admit that I can think of a few reasons to snatch up a human, yes. But I can assure you, all for them would have gone quite differently. And, as you can see, this is not a Hive ship, and I am the only of my kind here." There were a few other non-human around in the lounge, sure, but no more Wraith. Unfortunately.

"The fact of the matter is, that I was not responsible for this. I was brought here much in the same manner as you, several months ago." Several months, and he was moving around unhindered, and no-one seemed to be afraid of him. That held some meaning. Either, he'd been very stealthy about feeding, or, he hadn't been feeding. But, he looked healthy enough, not like he was starving.

"Have you been brought from Atlantis, then?"

Like she knew what a hive ship looked like. It wasn't as though she'd been privy to things like that, but he didn't need to know that. And even though he was assuring her that he wasn't responsible for anything, he still creeped her out. Like a lot.

But one thing she couldn't figure out was why he'd been brought there. It didn't make sense to her. He was a predator and needed to feed on humans to live. Surely that hadn't changed. She eyed him warily and shook her head. "So... How do you feed then?"

"I'm afraid taking you home will be impossible."

This is coming from a man sat at a table, an array of PADDs spread over the surface. He looks up at Carolyn. "We're, unfortunately, trapped here for the meanwhile." He picks up one of them.

"It's suggested you make yourself comfortable."

"What are you talking about? Of course it's not impossible!" she snapped, completely losing her temper. If there was anything that set her off, it was when someone told her she couldn't do something. And right now that something was her getting back home. Impossible wasn't even a word she liked to use because in her mind anything was possible as long as you tried.

Carolyn's eyebrows drew together and she shook her head, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was scowling at him. Who the hell was he to tell her what she should be doing? For all she knew he was the one who'd brought her there. Well, he had a thing or two to learn, that was for sure!

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," she muttered, turning away from him so she could look over the room again. It looked like a bar, which... Was admittedly a strange place to kidnap someone to, but whatever. It wasn't the most bizarre thing that had happened to her. Okay it was, but he didn't need to know that.

"If you wish to take it further, the being who brought us here is known as Q."

He concentrates on the PADD he picked up, tapping a few options, the device emitting a bleeping noise as he does. He seems completely unfazed by Carolyn's reaction.

"Until then," He looks up again. "Allow me to welcome you to the Federation Starship USS Enterprise. The year is 2367, and we are currently in Deck 10, Forward." He motions to his surroundings. "Please, feel free to confirm this however you want. I'm not going anywhere."

The SGC has files on Ancients. Of course it did, they're the Gate Builders. They also have files, no doubt, on encountered Ancients; Oma Desala, Morgan Le Fay, Merlin... Orlin... If Dr. Lam has seen any of these files, she will note the striking similarity this man bears to the Ancient from Velona... At least, before he descended to their plain the second time to assist with the Prior's Plague.

She stared at him because he wasn't making any sense! Federation Starship? 2367?! Now that wasn't... Well it was possible she supposed but it made NO sense.

And she was finding the fact that he was sitting there tapping on his tablet or whatever it was HIGHLY annoying. Annoying and rude. But it didn't seem like he cared that's how he was coming off.

Carolyn shook her head, her lips pressing together. She wasn't even thinking of the Ancients or anything like that. She was still thinking this was some poorly planned out practical joke. An elaborate one, but a joke all the same.

"You're not making any sense at all."

"On the contrary."

He places the PADD onto the table, offering Carolyn his full attention for the first time since she showed up.

"You have been displaced in space and or time, whichever is applicable, to the year 2367. The being responsible is known as Q. He has full control of space, time, can breach dimensions and is..." A slightly irritated tone comes up. "Something of a trickster."

"Right." And this guy just expected her to believe him? She didn't even know who he was and he was going on about some being named Q who could do something like that? Now if he had said that the Ori were behind this or even... Well she didn't know who else because the Ancients didn't do much of anything normally. But the Ori? She could have seen them being behind this crap.

"And does he plan on sending us back or are we stuck here because I have stuff to do back home." Like making sure Mitchell stayed patched up and just in case Vala got up to something that she was there for medical support.

A slight shrug of the shoulder. "We're stuck here." He frowns. "It's... annoying, but not problematic. The crew of the Enterprise are quite hospitable, and they are attempting to send everyone who was displaced back to their points of origin."

He leans back in his chair. "Unfortunately, Q seems to have full control over space and time. It seems... unlikely they will find a way to send us back. We're at Q's discretion."

And that is something that doesn't settle well with the Ancient. Going from one of the most powerful beings in existence to be at the whims of some other being. It kinda challenges your universal view a tad.

"Not problematic? Uh says who?" Because last she checked? It was very problematic to her. Her career was not there, neither were her friends or her family. And if he was right about the year, none of her friends or her family were still alive.

That was VERY problematic to her.

"So we're stuck here is what you're basically saying?" Her lips press together and she nods her head slowly. She's not happy and her expression is showing just how unhappy she really is. "Well that's just great." No, no it was so not great.

"Unfortunately so." Orlin remarks, picking up a PADD to start working at it. "Q seems to derive some sort of amusement from pulling beings across time and dimensions and trapping them here."

John's favourite seat is angled facing the window where he can watch space zoom by around them. He's getting up to stretch his legs when he hears the new voice. "This is one of those practical jokes that doesn't have an end currently." Her face registers and he's looking over her shoulder to make sure her father hasn't come along with her. Landry isn't one of Sheppard's favourite people.

"How are you doing doc?"

Carolyn knew that voice and she quickly turned to see just who it was. Her eyes widened in surprise because honestly, Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard wasn't anyone she'd expected to see. He was suppose to be in the Pegasus Galaxy not sitting there--- doing whatever it was he was doing.

Her forehead wrinkled and she stared at him for a couple of long silent seconds. "Uh, what are you doing here? And what do you mean by this not having a current end? That's just--- Tell me you're joking."

John could read the emotions racing across her face, they are the same ones they all had when they first arrived. "I got dragged in here six months ago." It's been far too long, and John barely keeps the strain out of his voice. In six months, the Wraith could have over run his home and culled his people. The not knowing is killing him.

"We've encountered an alien with god like powers. He's pulled us into an alternate world, and no one has been able to persuade him that we've got homes to return to."

"That's impossible. We just got a report from you." Really though, he's not making any sense. She didn't understand how he could think he'd actually been there six months. It just wasn't possible. He had to have somehow counted wrong. He just...

She shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Well, maybe I should talk to him. I've managed to handle a lot of stubborn personnel in my time with the SGC." She might be shooting him a pointed look. "Doesn't he understand that.. Well there's the Ori problem still and you all are dealing with the Wraiths. We can't stay here."

"Time here is timey whimey." He got that one from his former room mate, and considering how much doesn't make sense, it's a perfect way to describe it. "Carson is dead back home, and yet here he is alive and breathing. The last thing he remembers is the explosion."

And look how quickly John shies away from talking about that, a psychiatrist would have a field day. "You can talk to him if you can find him, I haven't seen him once in six months, I've only seen his handy work." He grimaces.

"One of the people Qs brought aboard is a Wraith, his name is Todd. Try not to kill him okay? He's sort of a friendly." Depending on the day of the week.

"What?" She had no idea what he was going on about. Timey whimey? What the...? Okay so maybe he had somehow hurt himself and just was delirious or something. But then again, she really hadn't got to know him on any kind of personal level. She was just a doctor and well, he still didn't make any sense.

Carolyn stared at him unbelieving. "Doctor Beckett's alive here?" She shook her head because that, that just wasn't even possible, not even with Gao'uld technology. She wasn't even sure the Ori could do anything like that. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she was moving a little closer to him, gaze sweeping over him. "Did you hit your head somehow?"

His last question though made her glare at him. "Why would I try and kill a Wraith? Do I look like I have a suicide wish?" Really though, she was the last person a Wraith ever had to worry about. She didn't like guns or violence which was a god thing since she was a doctor.

John shrugs, "Time is out of sync here. It's like when Bill and Ted brought all of those people out of the past." Because that is going to make so much more sense, John doesn't notice that his pop culture references go unappreciated until it is too late.

He gives her a funny look. "I don't make a habit of hallucinating dead people. You can see him for yourself soon and tell me if he is real." After living on Atlantis for years, he knows better than to rule anything out because he thinks he is right.

"Any doctor who comes out on our away team has had to face a Wraith at some point or another. Sorry, I forget we're kind of unique in arming our doctors so they can take care of themselves."

"What?" Bill and Ted? Okay, she knew it was a movie but it hadn't been one she'd watched. She'd been too involved in school and making sure she moved right ahead of everyone else. Things hadn't changed much since then, though instead of focusing on school, she focused on work and making sure that her patients were healthy and comfortable.

She reached up and rubs her forehead. This was all way more bizarre than the stuff she was use to dealing with the SGC and she had dealt with some seriously bizarre stuff. Like the multiple teams of SGC-1 when they had all been pulled to their reality through the Stargate. This though was a whole new level of bizarre.... BUT, Doctor Fraiser had been on one of those teams. "And you're certain that he'd from our reality?"

AND then she's glaring again. "I didn't say that I can't protect myself. You must have momentarily forgotten who my father is." She could shoot a gun and shoot it well enough, she just didn't like to. "I just haven't had to come up against Wraith."

Jonas isn't precisely wearing an SGC uniform, but he is wearing a simple t-shirt with the cargo pants and boots he'd been wearing when he arrived here. To anyone not from the SGC, it would suggest vaguely military, or perhaps even early 21st century Earth casual wear.

When he hears the woman's voice, he turns away from the bar, where he'd just collected a milkshake. It's a matter of habit for him to look over anyone he hasn't met before, and it only takes a couple of moments to take in the pertinent details.

This time, Jonas frowns, blinks, and looks again.

The woman's dressed like a doctor, in a labcoat. Not in the Air Force uniform Doctor Frasier wears, but ... that ID pass she's wearing looks like it says SGC.

"I don't think this is the sort of joke you think it is."

Carolyn was getting pretty worked up and she pretty much already knew what she'd be saying to whoever was behind this crazy joke. She wasn't amused and it wasn't likely that was going to be changing anytime soon.

Hearing a man's voice, she turned and was really about to lay into him because really? What other kind of joke could it be??? But then, she froze because she recognized him. It took her a moment to figure out from where, old medical files she'd been going over to familiarize herself with the going ons of the SGC.

Jonas Quinn.

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion because she just couldn't figure out why he of all people was there wherever they were.

"Uh." She continued to stare at him as she tried to jump start her brain. "Jonas Quinn?" Just to make sure because she didn't want to look like an idiot by making some mistake.

He didn't say anything more for a moment, because it was clear that the woman was thinking. It was in the way she looked at him, the way she stopped moving so suddenly when she saw him. It was only long enough to make a slight frown start on Jonas' brow before she spoke again, and called him by name, but uneasily, like she wasn't sure of the identification.

"Uh, yeah. But we ... haven't met."

The frown deepened for a moment before his face broke into a grin.

"I guess you must have read my file."

There were many people in the SGC who knew Jonas and who he was without Jonas necessarily knowing them. He may have had a near-perfect recall once he'd committed something to memory, but he hadn't, yet, met everyone in the base face to face.

He stepped forward.

"You are from the SGC, right?" he asked, gesturing towards the tag.

"Oh, I know." Of course she knew that. He'd become part of the team during a time while Doctor Jackson had been ascended and had left after he'd... No longer been. She hadn't been working for the SGC then but she had certainly read the files pertaining to Jonas Quinn.

She nodded her head and hesitated for a moment. This was weird, he shouldn't have been there. Though she shouldn't either but there they were.

"I did, I read it shortly after I arrived at the SGC. General Landry and General O'Neill thought it best if I read everything." Truth was, she was sure O'Neill had suggested it so she wouldn't turn and walk out the door when she'd found out about her father being in charge of everything. Sneaky, that's what he'd been.

Extending her hand to him, she offered him a slight smile. "I'm Doctor Lam, uh, Carolyn Lam, I'm in charge of medical there now."

"General O'Neill?" Jonas' eyebrows raised at that, and his tone was impressed.

"I guess that's why I don't know you. When I came here from the SGC, he was Colonel O'Neill. But that was a year ago."

Of course, it wasn't as simple as that, in many cases. There were people here from different worlds and different times within the same world. Q seemed to have the ability to take people from any time or place. It would have been too simple for him to have taken someone else from Jonas' reality and Jonas' time, too.

Jonas stepped forward and took her hand with a warm smile.

"This might seem like a strange question, but uh, when is 'now'?"

"Oh, right of course he was still a Colonel when you knew him." She'd forgotten about that. It was weird, very weird talking to someone like this.

She exhaled slowly, and shook her head. This was possibly the most bizarre thing she'd been apart of and she'd been apart of some really crazy things since joining the SGC. She was just glad that he wasn't asking about Doctor Fraiser, she really didn't want to be the one to tell him about her.

Carolyn laughed and let go of his hand after a moment. "Well it's not a question I'm normally asked but considering the circumstances? I'd be worried if you hadn't asked. It's 2006 where I come from. Colonel Carter, Teal'c and Doctor Jackson are all still part of SG-1... There's been a couple of additions but I don't think you'd know either of them."

There was a lot of past tense going on in what Doctor Lam said, and that was just a little disconcerting to a guy whose past she was past tensing. But when she told him the date, that started to make a little more sense. Four years had passed, and four years was a long time. O'Neill had been promoted, Sam Carter had been promoted, and ...

"Wait up."

He held up a hand. "Did you just say Doctor Jackson? Because when I'm from, in 2002, he's kind of ..."

Well. Kind of dead, and because of something that was Jonas' fault, as thought Jonas didn't remind himself of that fact constantly. But only kind of dead, because he'd Ascended, or so the others thought. Or wanted to think.

"Well. Ascended."

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Sorry for the delay. I'm the slowest of slowpokes.

We can be slow together! RL smacked me around for a bit.

RL does that, I've noticed.

and this got lost in the trash pit of my inbox

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sorry I was away on holiday.

it's all good!

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