crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 2

Title: The Saints of Atlantis
Fandoms: The Boondock Saints/Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG15 or Teen for violence and swearing
Author: Dragonfan

General ‘Jack’ O’Neill had spent more than his fair share of time on the front lines, both on Earth and in the war against the Go’uald. As a result, he was more than a little familiar with prisons, although he hadn’t ended up in any prison infirmaries that he could remember. He was all too familiar with the one on base though. There wasn’t much to the Hoag infirmary, just three beds, a guard who was way too relaxed, heck he didn’t even have his finger on the trigger of his weapon and was leaning against the wall, and some basic medical equipment. The three men he was here to see were looking out the window with their backs to him.

“Yakavetta’s people aren’t the only ones not happy with us man,” one said to the other two. O’Neill had been given a very thin file on these men, but seeing them in the flesh made a few assumptions easy to make. The dusky skin and long black hair of the shorter man who had spoken pointed towards him being Romeo, no last name known, and the one who had been shot in the lung. He was the ATA recessive. The other two were the ones who were ATA positive. The file had their names listed as Conner and Murphy McManus, brothers, both shot in the right shoulder, and the leg and side respectively.

“They’re shaking in their fucking boots,” the darker haired brother said. He had a strong Irish accent, something O’Neill hadn’t expected, although the multiple tattoos had been mentioned in the file.

“Oh please,” the other brother gave the one who had spoken a gentle push. “You remember what Da said. Most likely they think we’re easy targets without our guns and killing us would make them famous, just like that fuckin’ Panza.” His accent was just as strong; strong enough that they probably had grown up in Ireland rather than in the States like O’Neill had thought.

“Fucking little shit head,” Romeo growled. “Wish I’d been there when your old man took him out.”

“Da always did like grand entrances,” came from the darker haired brother. “That’s where Conner here gets it from.”

Conner McManus laughingly agreed before pointing out the window. “Murph, look at that one.”

Murphy peered in the direction Conner was pointing and smirked. “Yeah, that fucking ass looks like he needs a little divine retribution. Too bad we can’t ask the boys to give us our guns back.”

“We can’t make the lads’ jobs any harder than they already are,” Conner said.

“I know,” Murphy agreed. “It’s just that he’s just standing there, and rapists are the worst sort of scum. They don’t fucking deserve to live.”

“Hey Joe, he get it right this time?” Romeo asked, turning to the guard. He started when he saw the Air Force General standing there.

“Why do you even bother asking Romeo?” the guard asked in return. “I gave up second guessing them the first week you guys were here. They’ve called each and every single one of the crimes these apes are in for right every time.”

“It passes the time,” Conner quipped.

“Hey guys,” Romeo nodded at O’Neill when they turned to look at him. Both men pivoted to face him fully.

“I’m General Jack O’Neill, and personally I prefer slow castration for rapists,” Jack said as he entered the room. “I’m here gentlemen, to offer you an alternative to being locked up in here for the most likely very short remainder of your lives.” Jack shrugged. “I know, it’s a lame line, but you’ve got to admit it’s a classic for these sorts of things.”

“Aye,” the brothers agreed, smirks firmly in place. Romeo just snorted. “So what’s it to be, a suicide mission to assassinate some power hungry thug claiming to be a world leader?” Conner asked airily.

“Or perhaps you want us to take out a group of terrorists all by ourselves so when we screw it up your hands are clean?” Murphy continued. Both McManus brothers were fond of action movies and those were the plot lines that happened most often in some of their favorite films. Of course in the movies the hero always turned around and kicked the ass of the guy who hired him, but this was real life and it would be a good idea to hear what the man had to say. They could see that he was a good man, and it wasn’t likely that he’d be having them do something that was evil.

“Actually I’m offering five years community service at a research base in the middle of a war zone,” Jack said as he sat down on one of the infirmary beds. “And not the sort of community service you’ve been doing here. I’ve got plenty of guys who can do that. What I can’t get are people who can do this.” With that, Jack pulled out a small, round piece of Ancient tech. Personally Jack thought it was a baby’s night light, but several scientists had other ideas. He made certain he wasn’t thinking at it. He didn’t want to ruin the demonstration. Then he tossed it at Murphy.

Murphy caught the ball and it lit up in his hands. “Pass it around,” Jack instructed. Murphy shrugged and passed it to his brother. The light show that the ball produced changed for Conner, although Jack was intrigued to see that it was complimentary to Murphy’s. He had never seen that before. When Conner passed it to Romeo, the light show ended. “Less than one percent of the world’s population has the unique genetics required to make this sort of tech work. We are talking a very, very small number of people. I want the three of you to go to the research base and take up light switch duty as well as anything else the base commander tells you to do. He’s a good guy, puts his men and his charges’ safety first. As I’ve said, the base is in the middle of a war zone, so you might be asked to help defend the base. I just want you to be aware that it’s a possibility.” Jack waited for the men to start asking questions.

“I can’t make this work,” Romeo pointed out as he passed the ball back to the brothers. The moment Conner took the ball back it began its light show again.

“You have the gene, but it’s recessive. That makes you a good candidate for the gene therapy that’s being developed,” Jack answered.

Romeo and Murphy both leaned in towards Conner who was in the middle. “Wars produce an awful lot of asshats,” Romeo pointed out.

“Rapists, slavers,” Murphy said thoughtfully.

“Torturers, genocidal murderers,” came from Conner. “They operate out in the open too. It’d be a lot easier to find and get at them.”

“Have you guys ever had a chance to go after slavers?” Romeo wanted to know. The rest he knew could be found in any major city, but slavers had to be unique. O’Neill realized that the brothers must have picked up Romeo recently, perhaps in an effort to get the older man they had worked with before to retire. Seeing as how the guy had ended up dead in their last hit, Jack had to say it had probably been a good idea, even if it hadn’t worked.

“Chicago, seven years ago,” Murphy said with a disgusted look on his face. “Pervert kidnapped children to make sex slaves out of them for pedophiles. Da took care of the buyer we found, did him special.”

“How special?” O’Neill wanted to know.

Conner was the one to explain. “When we take out an evil man, we do it as fast and as painless as possible; shot through the heart, between the eyes, that sort of thing. It isn’t our place to make them suffer. Their punishment is in God’s hands. Chicago though, our Da taught us how to make their deaths as painful as possible in the short amount of time we have to make certain that they’re dead. We do our best to get in and out quick, but some men deserve a more painful death.”

Jack nodded. “Well I can’t promise you slavers, but I do know that there is an abundance of genocidal murderers in the area.”

“You don’t mind what we do then?” Murphy asked.

“Actually the only problem I have with it is the chance you guys take at killing an innocent person. I know that your reputation and the crime scenes that the cops have found have all said that no one was hurt that shouldn’t have been, but still it’s a terrible risk you take. What if one of the people at one of your hits is an undercover cop?” Jack asked.

“No problem,” Romeo said, bragging about his friends. “My boys here got a gift. They can just look at a guy and not only tell if they’re bad guys or not, but what they did too. They’ve been making a game out of it here, and they haven’t lost once.”

“A gift,” Jack repeated. He leaned back thoughtfully. These two had a higher ATA percentage than even he had, and he knew that there were some things that came along with a percentage over ninety. Both he and Colonel Sheppard had highly developed intuition, something that gave them an edge in dangerous situations. It wasn’t all that hard to believe that the McManus brothers had something similar. “Ok, what is your decision? Are you going to take my offer?”

The three men huddled together. “Mysterious ways,” Conner muttered. This had to be the hand of the Lord making sure that they would be able to continue to serve Him.

“Aye,” Murphy agreed. “We’ve got a much better chance to be doing some good in the world if we take him up on this.”

“Five years of community service beats twenty five to life any day,” was Romeo’s opinion. Murphy rolled his eyes. That went without saying.

“Can you make sure we stay together?” Conner asked. “Me brother and I are a bit phobic about being separated.” That was an understatement, but the general didn’t need to know that.

Jack looked bewildered. “That’s an odd phobia to have.”

Murphy shrugged. “We’re twins, and Ma wouldn’t let anyone separate us as kids. I almost died when we were born, and she’s still convinced that Conner’s the only reason I lived.”

“Aye, the docs said there weren’t nothing more they could do for him, so Ma insisted that I be put in with Murphy to say goodbye. In just a few minutes Murphy was better than he’d ever been. Ma refused to let us be separated after that. She threw such a fit years later when we started school that we got a little paranoid about it,” Conner explained.

“I don’t see any reason why you should be,” Jack shrugged. “I’ll make a note though. That does explain the matching tattoos, but outta sheer curiosity I gotta ask, why are the crosses and words on opposite arms, and why Latin?”

The twins grinned. “I’m a lefty, Murphy’s not,” was the simple explanation. “As for the Latin, we’re good Irish Catholic boys General. We learned Latin right along with Gaelic and English,” Conner said. “I’m truth, Murphy’s justice. One is nothing without the other.”

“So when do we leave?” Murphy asked, not wanting to seem sappy.

“As soon as your doctor clears you,” Jack said. “So, who’s older?” The twins about fell over laughing.