crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 6

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

When the Daedalus reached the Pegasus galaxy, Lorne made sure to gather all of the new Atlantis personnel, especially the ATA positives into one small conference room. “Ok people we’re about to drop out of hyperspace. Now, each of you ATA positives have been working with Ancient tech to get used to how to use it and how it feels. Well Atlantis is the largest, fully functional piece of Ancient equipment there is. She is more aware, and she has a further reach. What that means in practical terms is that when we drop out of hyperspace at the edge of the Lantia system, the city’s long range sensors will id the Daedalus. Those sensors include whatever it is that allows the mental connection between tech and ATA positives. Unlike most of the Ancient tech we have on Earth, there is no physical contact necessary. She’ll be aware of those of you who have the ATA gene anywhere inside the system.

“There are certain protocols that Atlantis follows that you all need to be aware of, even if you are not ATA positive. The very first time she encounters a new person with the ATA gene she will do what we call a deep scan. As near as we can figure out, this is a security precaution left over from the war between the Ancients and the Wraith. We haven’t bothered to turn it off for obvious reasons. Everyone agrees that it is a good idea for Atlantis to be able to at least id any Wraith in the area.”

One of the Marines in the back asked, “Does that mean that if Colonel Caldwell was ATA positive, Atlantis security would have been aware he’d been snaked when he entered the city?”

Lorne nodded. “If anyone with a strong enough gene gets snaked, the alteration of the person’s brainwaves would have shown up on her medical sensors. Atlantis does have quarantine procedures, and they include sealing off of entire sections of the city. Those procedures are enacted by the city’s mainframe. Atlantis does things on her own that quite often we have no idea why until after the fact. Those of you who are ATA positive will feel the beginnings of the scan when we drop out of hyperspace. The rest of it, which as near as we can tell is getting a baseline of your normal brainwave patterns and the like, will happen when we arrive in the city. You’ll feel a little weird for a while, but you should adjust rather quickly. If you don’t get used to feeling Atlantis within a few days to a week, talk to Doctor Becket. Not only is he head of the medical staff, he’s ATA himself, so he will know what you’re talking about. We’ll be assigning you mentors to help you get through your first couple of weeks so you’ll know what’s normal and what’s not.

“If you see something glowing that wasn’t a minute before and you don’t know why, yell for a city engineer. The best ones we have are Doctors McKay and Zelenka. The last thing we want is for a bomb that some Ancient left behind in a closet to go off just because you opened it. Before you laugh, that has happened. It took nearly the bomb’s entire countdown before McKay and Lt. Cadman, our best explosives expert, could disarm it.

“Each of you will be issued an ear piece radio. They are a vital part of the Atlantis communications system. Learn to use it. Do not go anywhere without it! It’s stupid to lose your life to an emergency because you left your radio behind. Just remember the story about that bomb in the closet if you need a reason…”

“A closet bomb maker,” Murphy murmured to Conner in Gaelic. “Does that remind you of anyone?”

Conner smirked. He did remember the older man who spent most of his evenings down at The Anvil, their Uncle Sivial’s pub, and most of his days building various weapons and bombs for sport. If Conner remembered correctly, the man was his grandfather’s brother, or perhaps a cousin. It really didn’t matter. He was family and he had been called once upon a time. It was only natural that he still played with the tools of the trade. “I just hope we can find a closet booze maker,” he returned in the same language.

“If all we can find is someone who makes rotgut, we’ll have to fall back on Uncle Sivial’s lessons,” Murphy groused. He had not enjoyed the lessons they’d received on the process of making the different kinds of homebrew to his uncle’s exacting specifications.

“Just be glad that he insisted we learn along with his boys in case they got the call. It’ll come in handy now.” As usual, Conner was the twin’s voice of reason. “It isn’t likely that they use money out here. They’ll be on the barter system.”

“And we know how to brew more than just a good beer,” Murphy said. “The more used to rotgut they are, the better our stuff’ll taste.”

Normally they would have paid better attention to what Lorne was saying, especially as they were going into dangerous territory, but he’d been coaching them for the past three weeks, and quite frankly they were tired of listening to him. Deep in their private discussion of which of their uncle’s private recipes would be best to start off with, they didn’t notice that Lorne had finished his lecture. One moment they were talking and the next… “HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!” Conner yelled.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” came from Murphy. The twins were practically squirming where they had been leaning against the wall a moment before. They weren’t the only ones uncomfortable, but they were the worst off.

“Welcome to Atlantis and the Pegasus galaxy,” Lorne said with an evil grin.

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“The Daedalus just dropped out of hyperspace ma’am,” the sergeant manning the Atlantis control room sensors told Dr. Elizabeth Weir.

Elizabeth was the official leader of the Atlantis expedition, as it had been felt that a diplomat was the best choice to deal with all of the people from different countries among both the military and the civilian members. Now it meant that not only was she in charge of the city, and had to deal with all of the foreseen conflicts, but also the entire war effort against the Wraith and dealing with the various civilizations in the Pegasus galaxy who considered her to be the president or queen of Atlantis and the people from Earth. It made for a very stressful and difficult position. One of the few joys she had in it was the scheduled arrival of the Daedalus, not so much for the arrival of one of the few people she could call her equal, Colonel Caldwell, but for the supplies and people he delivered. Honestly she simply never wanted to live without chocolate or coffee again; ever.

“Excellent, with any luck those tropical plants and seeds I ordered are on board. Botany has been begging to be allowed to start up that new greenhouse we found with Earth plants,” Elizabeth grinned.

Colonel Sheppard walked up to the control station in time to overhear her remark. “If you included coffee in that order I think I think Rodney would move that project up to just below his research into the ZPM.”

The smirk they shared with each other was due more to how highly Rodney rated coffee, just below discovering how the Ancients built their equivalent to a large battery to run their city and other instillations, than how important it was that they prepare to wean themselves off of dependency on Earth and the SGC. Having done without them for a year, and knowing the reality that either the Go’uald or the Wraith could cause their current situation to revert back to what it was before, those who made up the ‘ruling council’ of Atlantis wanted to be as prepared as possible.

“Only if you included chocolate as well and forbid any importation of citrus plants,” Dr. Rodney McKay sniffed as he joined them. As he was deathly allergic to citrus and there were plenty of other sources of vitamin c around, he felt he was being entirely reasonable on the subject.

Before Elizabeth could once again remind Rodney that he could not dictate the diet of every man, woman and child on Atlantis, the sergeant yelped; “Doctor McKay! There’s a buildup of power in one of the areas in section A; just outside of the area we have open for habitation!” McKay raced over to the control console, yelling for Zelenka over his radio.

Sheppard ordered a squad of Marines to escort the engineer to the area. Looking over McKay’s shoulder he could see that it was the one place he had tried to explore in Atlantis that she had not allowed him to enter. He remembered that he had been a little miffed at the time, but had assumed that there was a good reason that no matter what had been tried, the small tower surrounded by what appeared to be lavish gardens could not be accessed.

“What? This doesn’t make any sense,” Rodney muttered as his hands flew over the console. “Radek, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Yes, yes, it looks like Atlantis is preparing to open little tower. Power is beginning to go to heat for garden, but rest is just…waiting,” came the puzzled voice over the radio.

“Ma’am, the Daedalus is requesting permission to land,” the sergeant said quietly, keeping a close eye on McKay. In an unknown situation, it was always a wise idea to keep an eye on the chief scientist. How McKay reacted told an educated observer just how bad the situation was.

Elizabeth and Sheppard were educated observers and seeing the confused, but not panicked look on Rodney’s face, realized that although a situation that needed an eye kept on it, it didn’t look to be a dangerous one. “Permission granted, and tell them welcome back to Atlantis,” Elizabeth told him.

“All Marines, this is Sheppard. The Daedalus is here. You have your orders, and this time make sure that the food ends up in the kitchen and not in the armory. I realize it’s just as vital as the ammo, but it has its own storage area, Sheppard out.” Elizabeth grinned as Sheppard shook his head. It had been an amusing mix up, but only after they’d figured out where the three crates of coffee had gone. Elizabeth was sure that the grunts had been trying to hide them from the geeks in order to budget out the precious resource better, ie – making sure that they got some.

“Shall we go and greet them?” she asked.

Sheppard nodded. “Might as well see what they’ve brought us this time.”