crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 3 (Reply)

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

Major Evan Lorne had no idea why General O’Neill wanted to send three convicts to Atlantis, or why he was standing there apologizing to the two white guys who were glowering at him. “I’m sorry, but the jumpsuits are standard procedure for transport. Until I could get you three here you were still under the authority of the federal penal system.” Here was Area 53, where the Daedalus’ crew was officially stationed, where people and cargo were loaded onto the spaceship, and where anything in general to do with the Daedalus and her sister ships took place. As for the jumpsuits that the general was referring to, day glow orange wasn’t Lorne’s favorite color either, but no one could have mistaken them for anything other than criminals being transported between the clothes and the shackles.

“I’d rather be wearing piss yellow or pink for fuck’s sake!” the darker one growled. “I don’t mind the shackles, but fucking orange!”

It was his accent that tipped Lorne off to the reason the two men were upset. As second in command of the military of Atlantis, Lorne was well used to hearing accents from all over Earth, and a few beyond. These two had to be from Ireland, and from how upset they were, Catholic. Even though the war between the Orange and the Green had been over for centuries; feelings still ran strong on the subject. “You’ll make sure that the people on the list we gave you know what happened?” the other demanded as he held out his hands to be reshackled after changing into a set of the plain blue uniforms that were standard casual wear for those who worked for the SGC.

“No, you won’t need the shackles from here on out. Yes, I’ll do it personally. I’m going to see Detectives Dolly and Duffy in Boston the day after tomorrow; stop in at McGinty’s that night and your family in Ireland on Friday. It gets me out from behind my desk,” O’Neill explained. “Major!” he called.

“Yes sir!” Lorne snapped to attention and saluted.

O’Neill waved him down. “Take these three up to the Daedalus and get them settled in for the trip to Atlantis. Tell Sheppard that these two,” he motioned to the two Irish guys, “are on light switch duty. Their gene is almost as strong as his. They know Latin so once they’ve learned Ancient they can work on translating the database. Oh, and before I forget, don’t separate them unless it is absolutely necessary. Romeo has the gene recessively so he’ll be getting the gene treatment from Beckett once you get to Atlantis. All three of them are good shots and their specialty is assassinating career criminals. Good luck.”

“Yes sir,” Lorne saluted again and motioned for the three men to follow him. The general hadn’t had any guards on the men so Lorne didn’t bother to call any over. “My name is Evan Lorne. I’m the second in command of the Atlantis military. I’m also one of the sixteen ATA positives we have on base. It is the duty of every ATA positive, either natural or therapy, to learn to fly the puddlejumpers and to play light switch for the scientists on base. There aren’t enough of us to go around so you’ll have to make some pretty strict rules about what you’ll put up with and what you won’t. The scientists will try to bulldoze you into spending every second of every day trying to turn stuff on for them. Generally speaking I let them have two hours a day unless I’m off world or there’s an emergency.”

“Conner and Murphy McManus,” Conner introduced himself and his brother.

“Brothers?” Lorne asked.

“Twins,” they chorused. “Fraternal and you already know Romeo’s name,” Murphy nodded at their friend.

Lorne stopped and motioned them closer to him. “Daedalus, the last of our new recruits are here. Ready to come aboard,” Lorne said as he tapped the small radio in his ear.

The three Saints looked at Lorne a bit warily. Then they were all surrounded by a flash of white light. “What the fuck!” Romeo cried when the light vanished.

“Holy Shit!” came from the twins.

Lorne sighed. “I take it no one explained that the Daedalus is a spaceship capable of traveling to other galaxies, or anything else about the Stargate program?” The three men just shook their heads. “There probably wasn’t time; we ship out in less than two hours.”

“Spaceship?” Murphy questioned. Then he looked over at his brother. “That tech, it must be alien, but why would we have the genes to turn it on?”

“It’s not so much alien as Ancient,” Lorne explained. “The Ancients built the stargates, a system that uses controlled wormholes to make simple travel between planets possible. Dial up the address of a new planet, wait for the wormhole to form and then just walk through it. They were the first Human race on planet Earth. All of us who have the gene are descended from at least one Ancient, and before you ask about the gene therapy, so far it only works on people who have the gene recessively.” Lorne paused at a porthole and let the men look down at Earth. “We’ve been exploring the Milky Way for the last ten years now. We’ve made friends and enemies. I’ll make sure you get a history to read while we’re in transit to Atlantis.”

“Did you just name the place that or are we talking about the one the myth talks about?” Conner asked, a worried look on his face.

“The myth,” Lorne said. He motioned for them to follow him further into the ship. “The Ancients had a population problem as they grew more advanced. By the time they built Atlantis their entire population fit into a city the size of Manhattan. So they built a spaceship in the shape of a city. Eventually they did sink her, but like I said I’ll get you the history to read. The thing you need to know right now is that Atlantis is in the Pegasus galaxy and it’ll take us three weeks to get there.”

“Aw fuck!” the twins cursed.

“What?” Romeo wanted to know.

“It’s a fuckin’ spaceship Rome. You can’t smoke on a spaceship,” Conner pointed out. Romeo groaned as he realized he wouldn’t be able to get a drink either. Sailors wouldn’t share their booze with anyone but friends and he knew they wouldn’t count. Three very depressed men followed Lorne as he gave them a short tour of the places on the ship they would have access to; the mess, the infirmary, the exercise deck.

They were in the infirmary getting the necessary medical checks done when they ran into the only alien crewmember of the Daedalus, the Asgard Engineer Hermiod. “What the fuck? It’s naked!” Murphy said as Hermoid crossed the room.

“It’s a fucking Roswell grey,” Romeo pointed out. “Wow, I didn’t think they were real.”

The twins ignored their friend. Once they’d gotten a good look at it the fact that the grey alien was naked became just a blip on their weird meter; the type of alien that it was less than that. What bothered them was the fact that they could see that it was marked just like a Human was. A quick glance at each other, and they both slipped off of the medical beds and circled the alien. “Is there something you wish Human?” it asked. The almost inaudible sigh and put upon tone was ignored.

Murphy and Conner carefully looked over the marks that only they could see. “You have my condolences friend,” Murphy said with a grin and a slap on the almost nonexistent shoulder when he was done. “If it’s any help you’re not the first to make that mistake and you won’t be the last.”

“Aye, happens all the time,” Conner sniggered. Hermiod shook his head and continued on his way, muttering to himself about the childishness of the Human race. “Got a little bit of the Irish in him, don’t he?” he asked Murphy. That set his twin off laughing so hard one of the medical crew members had to pick him up off the floor.

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The cabin they were assigned to was as small as a priest’s cell, only a priest usually had one all to himself. All three of them had to share this one. There were two bunks built into one wall, two drawers under the bunk, and a small sanitation unit in the opposite wall. “Three weeks stuck in this place, no booze, no alcohol, not even a good rumble,” Romeo bitched. He had claimed the top bunk he was sitting on, saying that since the other two men were twins, something that he hadn’t known before, they could share the lower.

Murphy shrugged. “We usually do sleep in the same bed at home,” he informed Romeo. “It’s just that there, we’ve got something a lot cuddlier to snuggle with.”

“Are you comparing Gretchen to a teddy bear?” Conner was sitting on the deck, looking in one of the drawers. “She’ll beat you to death if she ever hears you say that.” He pulled out several black bags. “This looks like Da’s. I wonder how they got it?”

“Probably an anonymous tip or something along those lines,” Murphy speculated. “I hope the lads weren’t caught.” It was bad enough that Panza had killed Detective Greenly. Dolly and Duffy didn’t need to be in trouble too. He knelt down to inspect the other drawer. In this one he found the things that had been taken from them at the Hoag. He also found his father’s things. “Conner,” he said, and showed his brother the black leather vest that had been their father’s version of a holster. There were spots for six guns down the front. Noah McManus had been as fast and deadly with his six guns as his sons were with their four in spite of the fact that his boys carried more ammunition in theirs.

“The guns are here too. No ammo though,” Murphy said as he rummaged around. “AH!” with an exclamation of excitement he pulled out their rosaries. He handed his brother his and they both slipped them around their necks. Although they hadn’t worn them while they were hiding in Ireland, not having them hadn’t felt right.

“Hey, here’s the tat kit!” Conner said, pulling out the bundle.

“Well, we’ll have something to work on then besides those reports,” Murphy said.

“Fuck,” Romeo said in wonder. “We’re on a Human built spaceship going to another galaxy. How wacked out is that?”

Conner looked up from his inspection of the drawer in front of him. “I think its stranger that we’ve all got an alien ancestor. Don’t give me no crap,” he waved his finger at his brother, “I know what Lorne said. The Ancients were Human, but when I think of Human I think of us, not some advanced spaceship, wormhole building fellas who couldn’t get their dicks up.”

“Aye,” Murphy agreed with a laugh. Romeo just grinned, still stunned over their new environment. “You know, I wonder what else is out there. General O’Neill did say that there were a lot of genocidal murderers where we’re going.” He handed Romeo his holster and guns. Usually the sight of the colorful weapons were enough to bring a grin to his face, but the prospect of facing unknown killers had him concerned.

“God moves in mysterious ways,” Conner reminded his brother. “It could be that these people need to face the Saints.”

Murphy nodded. The twins took their nickname a lot more seriously than anyone outside of their family could ever know. “Do you think anyone else will get the call?”

Conner pondered a moment. “Could be, we’re the youngest of all the cousins after all. Some of the next generation are old enough.” With that, he passed out the cleaning kits. He doubted anyone else would have cleaned their guns, and even if they did, sitting around in a box somewhere couldn’t have done them any good.