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Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: PG. Spoilers: er. vagueish. Up through Gemini.
Notes: I've been wanting to do this one for a while, but couldn't think of a way. Then this his this afternoon. And I liked the way it played out.
This one is totally and utterly for Liz.
Illusion of Memory Drowned
by ALC Punk!
The first time he wakes up, he can't help but ask her. His voice echoes in the room -- and it feels cold, he thinks. Because cold is the way to identify the phenomenon of his breath misting into space.
He has a memory, he thinks it's the first one he's ever had, but he isn't sure how he knows that. A grey room, with concrete walls and a machine that fills him with dread. He can see himself sitting in it. I care about her, he thinks. What a simple explanation. I wonder what it means.
This first memory is followed by others, and he tries to make sense of the fact that he isn't seeing them through his own eyes.
Until he turns his head and can see her nearby, looking at something. His own voice startles him. "Who am I?"
She looks up, blonde head tilted to one side. "Mine."
The answer is irrefutable with what he knows, and just enough. For now. He closes his eyes, and thinks, dolmata.
-=-
The second time he wakes up, she isn't there. He can feel that she's busy elsewhere, and so he sits up and looks around. The decor isn't great, grey chips and matte-black floor. And he knows he once said something about the style of the ghoul.
No. Not the ghoul. Wrong spelling, right pronunciation. In a flash of memory, he sees a pyramid exploding. Daniel, he thinks, we were wrong.
Daniel and Teal'c come in flashes. Moments of laughter, and tears. He doesn't remember the tears, and knows instinctively he wasn't there for them. Edora, he thinks. This is like Edora.
But that's wrong.
His restless movements attracted her. "You should still be sleeping."
He looks at her and finds his lips twisting, "Who am I?"
"Incomplete." But she smiles and reaches out to touch the side of his face. "Now lay back down."
She isn't supposed to be tender, he thinks.
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Memories are cascading through his mind, the next time he awakens. They are fast and furious, full of pain and anger and death and destruction. And they're all from the wrong perspective, but he can't quite figure out why.
Only one or two stand out properly, and he remembers Ba'al and torture, and wonders if it was her fault again.
Impressions of the room solidify, and the memories suddenly freeze. He knows this place.
There is an inexplicable moment of panic, and then she is there, hand touching his cheek. "Sshh, shhhh. It's all right. You're alive and well."
But not whole. "Who am I?"
"A reflection of her memories." She says and then smiles.
And he remembers that smile and knows it's not supposed to be his. "Carter --" the name must be wrong, because she freezes and moves away from him.
He's left feeling like he's committed a vast sin.
"Of course you wouldn't remember." There's something oddly derisive in her tone, and she turns back to him, smiling again. "I love you."
The words blur into his memories, and everything should feel right yet doesn't. He finds himself falling asleep again. Damn, but he's sleeping a lot.
-=-
She is controlling his waking and sleeping, he thinks with startling clarity. He's been awake longer, this time. He hasn't asked her the question she seems to be waiting for. On some level, he wonders if this was always inevitable.
There are differences between her and the woman he first mis-took her for. A latent cruelty that flashes out on the edges of his vision, and he knows some of the memories are constructs, and some of them are real. And only two of them are legitimately *his*, but he isn't going to press the issue, because he thinks things might be okay this way.
He never used to lie to himself this badly.
Or maybe he did, but then, she always said he was a simple guy.
"Sam."
The blonde head comes up, those blue eyes stare at him for a moment, and she almost smirks. "Hey."
It's a difficult thing to know he isn't who he's supposed to be. Ironically, he wonders if this was all the Asgard plan, or if this is simply a new species propagating itself by any means necessary.
"Who am I?"
Reflections, incomplete, nobody.
"Jack." Her tone is amused, "Hit your head again, did you?"
He isn't Jack, but he's content to let her think he is. "Maybe. C'mere and kiss it better?"
She chuckles, and the undertone of destruction sends shivers down his spine.
The room is still cold and grey, lifeless, like the replicators. Bugs, he thinks as she moves towards him. We're nothing but parasitical bugs.
When they kiss he wonders how the world will end for the real Jack O'Neill.
Then he doesn't think at all.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: PG. Spoilers: er. vagueish. Up through Gemini.
Notes: I've been wanting to do this one for a while, but couldn't think of a way. Then this his this afternoon. And I liked the way it played out.
This one is totally and utterly for Liz.
Illusion of Memory Drowned
by ALC Punk!
The first time he wakes up, he can't help but ask her. His voice echoes in the room -- and it feels cold, he thinks. Because cold is the way to identify the phenomenon of his breath misting into space.
He has a memory, he thinks it's the first one he's ever had, but he isn't sure how he knows that. A grey room, with concrete walls and a machine that fills him with dread. He can see himself sitting in it. I care about her, he thinks. What a simple explanation. I wonder what it means.
This first memory is followed by others, and he tries to make sense of the fact that he isn't seeing them through his own eyes.
Until he turns his head and can see her nearby, looking at something. His own voice startles him. "Who am I?"
She looks up, blonde head tilted to one side. "Mine."
The answer is irrefutable with what he knows, and just enough. For now. He closes his eyes, and thinks, dolmata.
-=-
The second time he wakes up, she isn't there. He can feel that she's busy elsewhere, and so he sits up and looks around. The decor isn't great, grey chips and matte-black floor. And he knows he once said something about the style of the ghoul.
No. Not the ghoul. Wrong spelling, right pronunciation. In a flash of memory, he sees a pyramid exploding. Daniel, he thinks, we were wrong.
Daniel and Teal'c come in flashes. Moments of laughter, and tears. He doesn't remember the tears, and knows instinctively he wasn't there for them. Edora, he thinks. This is like Edora.
But that's wrong.
His restless movements attracted her. "You should still be sleeping."
He looks at her and finds his lips twisting, "Who am I?"
"Incomplete." But she smiles and reaches out to touch the side of his face. "Now lay back down."
She isn't supposed to be tender, he thinks.
-=-
Memories are cascading through his mind, the next time he awakens. They are fast and furious, full of pain and anger and death and destruction. And they're all from the wrong perspective, but he can't quite figure out why.
Only one or two stand out properly, and he remembers Ba'al and torture, and wonders if it was her fault again.
Impressions of the room solidify, and the memories suddenly freeze. He knows this place.
There is an inexplicable moment of panic, and then she is there, hand touching his cheek. "Sshh, shhhh. It's all right. You're alive and well."
But not whole. "Who am I?"
"A reflection of her memories." She says and then smiles.
And he remembers that smile and knows it's not supposed to be his. "Carter --" the name must be wrong, because she freezes and moves away from him.
He's left feeling like he's committed a vast sin.
"Of course you wouldn't remember." There's something oddly derisive in her tone, and she turns back to him, smiling again. "I love you."
The words blur into his memories, and everything should feel right yet doesn't. He finds himself falling asleep again. Damn, but he's sleeping a lot.
-=-
She is controlling his waking and sleeping, he thinks with startling clarity. He's been awake longer, this time. He hasn't asked her the question she seems to be waiting for. On some level, he wonders if this was always inevitable.
There are differences between her and the woman he first mis-took her for. A latent cruelty that flashes out on the edges of his vision, and he knows some of the memories are constructs, and some of them are real. And only two of them are legitimately *his*, but he isn't going to press the issue, because he thinks things might be okay this way.
He never used to lie to himself this badly.
Or maybe he did, but then, she always said he was a simple guy.
"Sam."
The blonde head comes up, those blue eyes stare at him for a moment, and she almost smirks. "Hey."
It's a difficult thing to know he isn't who he's supposed to be. Ironically, he wonders if this was all the Asgard plan, or if this is simply a new species propagating itself by any means necessary.
"Who am I?"
Reflections, incomplete, nobody.
"Jack." Her tone is amused, "Hit your head again, did you?"
He isn't Jack, but he's content to let her think he is. "Maybe. C'mere and kiss it better?"
She chuckles, and the undertone of destruction sends shivers down his spine.
The room is still cold and grey, lifeless, like the replicators. Bugs, he thinks as she moves towards him. We're nothing but parasitical bugs.
When they kiss he wonders how the world will end for the real Jack O'Neill.
Then he doesn't think at all.
-f-
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This is not just perfect. There is not a word to describe how beyond perfect this is. My brand spankin' new favorite Lyssie fic. (:waves 'bye' to the chainmail fic:)
*bounces*
Oh, my, god. I love this. I LOVE THIS! FREAKY. Oh how fun. HOW FUN! I WISH I WISH I WISH!!!!!
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So, yay! :)
And we can keep our fingers crossed, yo.
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I like-a ze eeeeeeevil.
*giggles* And clones aren't always a good thing. But they're fun.
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*pets icon* Poor woobie. He has been replaced. *sniffle*
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Great fic!
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Thank you.:)
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*makes jerky, writhing movements on the floor*
*recovers enough to type*
THIS is what I love about being a member of the SG fic networks - I get a rec to a fic like THIS.
How do you people do it? What a concept!
*says she, who couldn't think of an original idea if a night of WMS with Jack was on offer*
You caught RC perfectly - her little head-tilts, her sometimes incongruous speech, that combination of Sam's compassion and sheer evilness. I like that fact that RJ was completely controlled by RC, and I am intrigued as to how much control he would finally exert.. but then, RJ is only a facsimlie from RC's memories, he's not a true and certified copy. I wonder if RC knows just how strong minded the real Jack is, oooooooooooohhh, damn you making me think...
For some reason, I loved this line: A latent cruelty that flashes out on the edges of his vision, and he knows some of the memories are constructs, and some of them are real.
*faints again*
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Thank you. =)
*cuddles feedback*
One of the things that always struck me about a Jack-copy was that they didn't have him long enough, I didn't think, for that kind of deep-scan. I could be wrong, of course. And I liked the idea that he would be created less in his own memories and more from hers, because that's what she has to use.
*cackles*
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Hmmmm, unless he only wants to be whipped by the real Carter? Then again, he should have an evil streak too that will make him very happy to be with repliCarter.
Yaaaaaay! Lovely/evil idea =o) *loves it*
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Of course, this does not absolve you from Replicarter/Real Jack. And while I wouldn't mind seeing a Repli!Teal'c, I beseech you to draw the line at Repli!Pete, for the love of God!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks. :)
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I know not the inner workings of Repli!Jack's mind. For all I know, he hasn't any...
And there will be no Repli!Pete.
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RepliJack! *bounce* I can feel how wrong it feels for him and the disconnected from anything, thing... I'm not very articulate tonight so let's just leave it at OMGYAY!
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Ah, nice! *shivers* But my very favoritest line is the one Aud (I believe it was her) already mentioned.
Yay! for Replicarter fic! Yay! for Lyss! EEP! and crap!!! gonna be late for work! *runs off*
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Thank you. :)
I'm quite fond of some of the lines in this fic m'self.
And there should always be more replicarter fic.!
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Yes, you're right! So go write some more! *waits*
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*smooches*
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Obviously, they knew that this was coming and thus, anything else would be shadowed by its wonderfulness.
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Thank you for your lovely words. Now I've got to go smack my ego down.
*snorts*
And there is lots of room for other people to write repli!Jack...
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My fav: His own voice startles him. "Who am I?"
She looks up, blonde head tilted to one side. "Mine."
Oh yes, very much RepliCarter's, but as others have wondered, what does RepliJack think of all this? Will be interesting to find out.
Evil goodness!
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Well, he is very much RC's, and his own,and Sam's, and Jack's. But that doesn't work right. Erm. He is who she wants him to be, I think.
Thanks. ;)
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but like the rest of the galaxy, he is completely at her mercy
*laughs* Exactly. Since it's Jack, and Jack has this attraction to scary women... ;)
And my RC is entirely Liz's fault.