crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 9

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

Reporting to Elizabeth what they’d found in the cathedral was made much nicer for the fact that she was in the mess hall getting her breakfast. The eight of them caused quite a stir when they walked in and got their meals, or rather the zats that they were all wearing did. Sheppard lead the group over to Elizabeth’s table, sliding his tray onto the spot directly across from her. “It’s a church,” he said and sat down.

“We’ve been here almost two years and the protocols finally allow us into a church? Why not before now and where did you find those?” Elizabeth pointed at the zat that hung from Sheppard’s belt.

The others joined the two of them at the table, leaving room for a nervous scientist with wild hair to sit next to McKay. “It’s our family cathedral apparently,” Murphy told her. “The whole place is set up perfectly, weapons storage rooms, repair shops, and a beautiful chapel. We just have to find room to put in a brewery and we’re set.”

“I wonder if we can get Uncle Sivial to send us what we need to start,” Conner said.

“It really hasn’t been a priority,” Elizabeth said reprovingly. It was bad enough that Zelenka had a still going. It was probably the only thing she didn’t like about the scientist. While she knew the futility of attempting to run a dry base, she preferred that what alcohol was available was limited. The amount of strain her people were under practically invited some people to become alcoholics and that was the last thing she or anyone else here needed. Personally she restricted herself to what she could import from Earth, not only did that limit the amount she could drink, but it also reduced her risk of poisoning herself from badly made alcohol.

“Oh we understand that,” Murphy said. “You need to keep your people alive and safe before anything else. Besides, it takes years to perfect a good brew recipe, and you’ve been working with alien ingredients. It’s a wonder you’ve managed to get your homebrew to any level above rotgut.”

“Ah, thank you,” Zelenka cried. “At last, someone who understands. Too much time I spend making sure city does not go boom. Not enough time to get good with still. Will get there, but not there yet.”

“If you’d like we can look over your still, make sure it isn’t the equipment that’s giving you problems,” Conner offered. “Uncle Sivial beat it into our heads that half of your brew was in your equipment.”

“Your uncle is brewer?” Zelenka asked, excited. Conner and Murphy nodded, as they were both taking a drink at the same time.

“I understand that the two of you will be helping me and my staff with translating the Ancient database,” Elizabeth said, eager to change the subject. “How long do you think it will take the two of you to get up to speed with Ancient?”

“We’re fluent now,” Conner shrugged.

“Aye, we didn’t have that much to do on the trip out, so we studied a lot,” Murphy said.

Romeo interrupted. “Don’t believe the modest act, Dr. Weir. These two didn’t spend any more time than I did on those language lessons. They’re just that good.”

Elizabeth’s change of subject was effective and soon an intense conversation began about the Ancient database and the language, but it did not fool Teyla who had studied her fellow leader for some time now. She could see the stiffness in Elizabeth’s posture, slight as it was. The carefully chosen words and tone merely confirmed Teyla’s suspicion. Elizabeth did not like these men; in fact she was quite angry with them. Although Teyla did not know why Elizabeth was angry with the three mila poppaaem, she did know that Elizabeth’s anger was going to cause yet another conflict between their respective peoples.

Teyla kept her sigh internal, showing only her diplomat’s face to those around her. She had no wish to face these legends come to life. She and her people had faced enough turmoil since coming to the city of the Ancestors. Yes, their eyes had been opened to the true nature of those whom they worshiped and they had seen wonders and dangers beyond imagining in the days of her childhood, but the price had been very high, especially for her personally.

If it hadn’t been for these people, she would never have questioned her ability to sense the Wraith as anything other than a gift from the Ancestors. She would never have discovered that she, along with a few others, had the very DNA of their enemies inside her body. Once her ability had made her and those like her prized for their seed, but now they were all but shunned as partners. No one wanted to mate with someone, who through no fault of their own, could bear or sire a monster.

The mila poppaaem could still see that which was evil. What did they see when they looked at her? Did they see her life of service to her people? Or did they see the evil of the Wraith that hid within her genes? What would they see when they looked at her people? Every person was needed to bring more children into this life if her people were to survive. Would they declare that a selfish and evil path? Would they see the way the women had tried to get the seed of the men of their world as evil? Would they see it as the sacrifice that the Asthosians did?

How would her people react to the knowledge that the mila poppaaem had returned? Would they insist on the Ancient ritual? Would they sacrifice themselves so that the mission of the mila poppaaem could spread throughout all the worlds once more? Or would they treat these new men the way they did all who had the ATA genes? Teyla knew of at least three women who had managed to conceive a child with a man from Atlantis, and that the men had no idea. Well, she thought they had no idea; it was never wise to completely assume anything where these people were concerned. They had surprised her too many times.

There were simply too many questions, and she had no idea where to start. Then there were the men themselves. Their people had kept to their oaths for over ten thousand years. What sort of men had such dedication produced? They had laughed with joy at the sight of the weapons of their ancestors, and they had looked with awe at their place of worship. They shrugged off their ability to learn other’s languages, something that had been so difficult for her ancestors that the Ancients had built a translation device into the stargates. They spoke of brewing meads, and smiled in the face of Elizabeth’s anger. They accepted an outsider as one of their own, but treated those with the ATA gene with gentle distance. She was so confused. She needed to talk to Halling.

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Conner and Murphy looked around their new apartment, satisfied that the main bedroom had a bed big enough for the both of them, while at the same time the suite was not so big that they got lost in it. “Well, what do you think?” Murphy asked as he bounced on the bed.

“I think I can’t wait to get back to the cathedral and start really exploring,” Conner said with a grin. He set their only picture of Gretchen and Jacob on a small shelf near the bed. He sighed and turned serious for a moment. “I think Dr. Weir is going to be difficult to work with, maybe impossible. She’s sure as hell not Smecker or Eunice that’s for sure.”

Murphy laughed. “Those two were smart enough to wrap the entire fucking FBI in knots for us, all without getting caught too. You’re right though, she’s more like that preacher in Atlanta, remember him?”

“Oh fucking hell yes, never mind his flock was being slowly destroyed by that fucking drug pusher and his murderers; we were the bad guys because we didn’t turn the other cheek. Fucking idiot,” Conner said without heat. On the one hand, the man had been the worst sort of idiot, but at least it hadn’t been out of indifference. No, he just really and truly believed that total pacifism was the only way to follow the Lord. Conner couldn’t bring himself to hate the man for standing by his convictions. That didn’t mean that he had been willing to let the evil men who had been preying on the innocent members of that church live though.

“At least she knows that the Wraith can’t be reasoned with, the ones with a taste for Humans anyway,” Murphy said, as he fell back onto the bed and stared out the window overlooking the ocean. “I wonder why no one seems to realize that there have to be other food options for the Wraith.”

Conner snorted. “Because they’re too focused on not getting eaten, and because the Wraith don’t want anyone to figure it out,” he said. “They’ve chosen evil, and they don’t want anyone to realize it.”

Murphy nodded. “Fuckers are hiding behind the ‘but we gotta eat’ excuse. Sick fucks,” he scowled.

“She going to give us trouble with Koyla and anyone else who the Lord sends us after,” Conner sighed. He threw himself on the bed next to his brother.

“Aye, she thinks that just because she’s got a treaty with the Genii that there’s no problem as long as no one breaks it. An entire planet of people are going to die because of Koyla and his men and she’s willing to ignore it.” Murphy jumped up and began pacing around the bedroom.

“We simply have to trust that the Lord brought us here in time to save those who can be saved,” Conner tried to calm his twin. “I think that the first thing we’d better start translating in the database is the medical information. The more we can give Doctor Beckett, the more likely he’ll be able to save more of the Genii.”

Murphy nodded and then they heard a chime from the front room. “Looks like we’ve got company.” They went into the front room, but before either of them could reach for the door it opened by itself.

“Thanks guys, my hands are full and I don’t have the gene so I can’t trigger the door by thinking about it,” Cadman said as she entered. Her arms were indeed full, with two laptops, two Ancient tablets, and four jars hooked over her fingers with a suspicious blue liquid in two and a green one in the others.

“Ok, here’s a list of your duties and a tentative schedule. You’ll be splitting your time between the database team and whatever Colonel Sheppard assigns you. Right now that’s flight lessons.” She handed over a piece of paper that looked like it had once been a shipping manifest. “He’ll also be able to help you get a grip on just how sensitive the Ancient equipment is for the two of you. There are basic instructions for the laptops with your schedule as well as for the tablets. The laptops are for your translation work and the tablets are for your personal use. We do have an internet set up here, instructions for that are on your tablets. You’ll want to access that right away. We get weekly transmissions from the SGC that includes e-mail, so you might have some letters.” She handed over the equipment. “And last but not least, two jars of Doctor Z’s best batch of smurf piss and Halling’s near beer. You should be able to guess which is which.”

“When they said smurf piss, I didn’t think it was because of the color,” Conner said warily, picking up one of the blue jars.

Murphy popped open the other jar. “Well, let’s see how bad it is.” He took a shot while the other two looked on with trepidation; Cadman because she knew the sort of kick the smurf piss had, and Conner because he didn’t. Murphy’s face twisted and he passed the jar back to Cadman. “We’ve got to get everything we can from Uncle Sivial, even if we have to beg.” He shuddered.