Warnings: AU, implied sex (nothing graphic), character deaths (canon and non-canon)
Spoilers: Pretty much most of the series. Oh, "Sunday" and "This Mortal Coil" never happened in my universe.
Pairings: previous Grodin/Weir, Rodney/Katie, Radek/Jeannie, Carson/Teyla, Ronon/Melena, John/Atlantis (sort of), Rodney/Atlantis (sort of)
Betas: Thank you to my patient and wonderful betas secondalto, ladyamarra and faziarizvi.
Summary: John, Rodney, Teyla and Ronon are switched with their counterparts from another universe. Both teams must find a way to their proper universe before the space/time continuum is ripped apart.
1) I refer to the SGA team in our universe by first name and in the "Britgate" Universe by last name. So "John" is Colonel Sheppard, while "Sheppard" is his counterpart. There are a few exceptions. "Peter" is Peter Grodin, "Ronon" is Ronon in either universe.
2) In the Britgate Universe, the "City" is sentinent and when Atlantis refers to herself or the Expedition refers to her, the words "City, Her, She and My" are capitalized. This is NOT a typo.
John threw himself into the Gate just as the controls began to hiss and spark--- ---and landed, face-down, on the floor of the Gateroom with a hard thud. He lay there for a long minute, the wind knocked out of him. His heart pounded as the adrenaline still surged through him. He'd lost count of all the times they'd had close calls. Elizabeth was going to be furious at this one; she'd expected them to secure an agreement with the natives, and they managed to royally screw that up without even trying.
He opened his eyes and suddenly thought, Wait. When did the Gateroom get a new paint job? The floor's green. Did someone hire an interior decorator while we were gone?
The sounds of the mob still echoed through the Gate, and someone shouted, "Close the bloody door!" A minute later, the portal snapped shut and went dark. John was about to get up, but then an odd tickle passed over his mind, hesitant and unsure.
Who are you? I do not know you. You are not who you seem to be.
"Huh?" John froze as he heard the sound of clicking rifles above him. Less than fifteen seconds after arriving back home, and John already knew they were in trouble Uh-oh. Definitely not good. Elizabeth must be really pissed.
A voice above him said, "Sit up nice and slow, son. Hands away from your weapon." John blinked at the familiar accent, but there was a coolness within it that wasn't at all familiar. Slowly, he drew himself up to a sitting position to find himself staring at the business end of a P-90. He raised his eyes and met the steely gaze from a pair of blue eyes that definitely wasn't familiar
. "Carson?! What the hell---?"
"Not another word." This Carson Beckett wore black fatigues, and his dark brown hair was cut short in a neat, military-regulation hairstyle. John nearly didn't recognize him at all. Even more unnerving was the quiet but menacing tone in his voice; there was no trace of the affable doctor that John knew. They locked gazes, both men assessing each other's strengths and weaknesses. The doctor had always reminded John that he "wasn't in the bloody military", but if Carson had been, he might have looked like this.
He got himself a haircut,John thought inanely.Not sure I like the style on him, though. He didn't dare say it aloud, for he instinctively understood that this Beckett wouldn't appreciate the humor. Instead, he turned his head slightly to see a dumbfounded Rodney McKay sitting on the floor with---Radek Zelenka?---covering him with a modified Wraith stunner. Like Beckett, Zelenka was radically different from his "normal" Atlantis counterpart: short-cropped graying hair and no glasses.
Teyla sat next to Rodney, outwardly calm, but John saw the confusion mirrored in her eyes. Ronon had six men covering him; the Satedan glowered at them and they retreated a step back.
"Easy, Big Guy," John told him a low voice. "I'm sure this is only a minor misunderstanding."
"Minor," Ronan growled. "You call this 'minor'?"
"Maybe it's a bit more than that." John winced. Okay, which screwed-up parallel universe did we end up in this time?
"Stand down, Wing Commander," a calm voice said behind Beckett. "Give the man room to breathe. Obviously, he has no clue where he is or what happened to him. The same for his team...tell your squad to back away a few steps, Captain Zelenka."
"Captain Zelenka?" Rodney choked, as he glanced at the Czech behind him. John thought he saw a flash of amused sympathy on the man's face as he gave Rodney some space.
Beckett frowned, but lowered his weapon. John distinctly heard,
"Peter...Peter Grodin? Oh my God..." Rodney stammered.
11/5/09 19:18 hours: My apologies for the multiple posts and broken HTML. It wasn't my intention. *sigh*