crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 14 (Reply)

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

Conner, Murphy, Teyla and Ronon returned from the mainland pleased with the results of their trip. The Athosian children, and the children of other worlds should that particular refuge have tried to return to his unspeakable ways, were safe. “You and your fucking rope,” Murphy teased. The rope had been a gift from the grateful parents of some of the Athosian children, those least schooled in the bantos rods, and thus the most vulnerable.

“It’s a damned useful thing to have and you know it Rambo,” Conner teased in return. He shifted the bundle higher on his shoulder as it threatened to slip.

“What you said when you killed him, that’s what Jacob was trying to say in the video right?” Ronon asked.

“Aye, like we said, he did grand for a three year old,” Murphy said, the pride in his voice clear for all to hear.

“It’s our family prayer,” Conner explained as they left the Jumper Bay and went to check in with whoever was in the control room. “It’s been passed down from father to son for generations. It goes so far back that we don’t know when it started. We say it for the souls of the dead, and to remind us of our promises to God.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN COLONEL SHEPPARD ISN’T ON ATLANTIS! WE NEED HIM TO TURN IT OFF!” The frantic voice sent the four of them running into the control room where a stern Doctor Weir was staring down a tall, thin scientist.

“Colonel Sheppard is directing a rescue mission. Doctor McKay and Lieutenant Griffin are trapped inside a malfunctioning jumper that is sinking to the bottom of the Lantian ocean. I am not going to disturb his concentration because you have a non-lethal Ancient robot shooting at anyone who comes into the labs. None of you are even stunned! Now get out!” she pointed towards the door.

“But Doctor Weir! We can’t get in to the labs at all! It keeps driving us out! And those laser shots really hurt!” Doctor Talbiut, he had a name tag on his lab coat of all things, was practically stomping his feet in frustration.

Conner and Murphy glanced at each other, their usual method of communication back to normal after their inadvertent short circuiting during the jumper flight out to the mainland. “Doctor Weir, we’ll take care of this,” Murphy said. They had realized that they would be almost useless in helping Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Zelenka in their efforts. The one thing that they could do was deal with the sniveling little asshole. He and Conner took the scientist by the arms and began dragging the man out. “Come on, you big baby. It can’t be that bad.”

“Is McKay hurt?” Ronon asked, dismissing the scientist from his mind. It was one of the new ones and he had no doubts that McKay would be dealing with the idiot when he got back. It would probably be very entertaining to watch as McKay cut the guy into ribbons with just his words. It would also help McKay to recover from whatever was happening to him now. He’d have to make sure that the brothers didn’t take McKay’s entertainment away from him before he got back.

Elizabeth turned to the other half of ART-1. Unhappily she said, “I don’t know. We’ve only had one message from them before communications were cut off. At that time they were alive, but the jumper was sinking. Radek says that according to the charts he’s found the depth of the sea there is from 2,000 to 6,000 feet deep. As far as we know a jumper can only function to a depth of 1,000 feet. We don’t know how much damage there is to Rodney’s jumper. There’s nothing we can do now but wait for John to tell us he needs us to do something or that he’s bringing them home. He and Radek have taken another jumper and gone after them.”

“What are they planning to do?” Teyla asked quietly. It was not unusual to go from triumph to disaster quickly in Pegasus, but usually that was because of the Wraith. Where she had been feeling the joy of knowing the children were safe, was now a deadened lump of fear for Rodney.

“The jumper that John and Radek took is equipped with a cable and basically a giant magnet. It’s what we use to lower the 302 into the Jumper Bay. John’s plan is to go down to 1,000 feet, lower the cable, attach it to Rodney’s jumper and use that to haul it to a safe depth for our divers to get Rodney and Griffin out.” Elizabeth was rather pale, after saying the plan out loud it echoed with everything that could go wrong.

“Then Ronon should help with this robot in the labs,” Teyla said, giving her teammate a look. “I will stay here and make certain that there are no more interruptions so that you may concentrate on the rescue.” There was no doubt from the look on her face that Teyla would make good use of her bantos rods to make certain that no one interfered.

“Thank you Teyla, Ronon,” Elizabeth said, knowing that she could trust these two to deal with anything that came up. Ronon nodded to the women and then took off running after the twins.

“Now then, tell us about this big, bad robot Doctor Talbiut.” Ronon could hear as he ran to catch up with Conner and Murphy. A minute later he dropped to a walk right behind Conner as he reflected that Teyla knew him very well, although he hadn’t been part of her team for very long. He wouldn’t have been able to stand sitting around and waiting for McKay to be rescued. This robot on the other hand, he could not only do something about, but he’d probably get to shoot it too.

The huffy noise the scientist made had Murphy rolling his eyes, and Conner restraining himself from smacking the man. They weren’t idiots no matter what the man thought. “It was deemed safe for study. Someone had already initialized it for us and we were studying the programming. Someone must have triggered something because it started shooting at everyone in the lab. No one can get it turned off. We had Major Lorne and Doctor Beckett come in and try, but they had to leave, for the rescue no doubt. I don’t know what you two think you can do. We need the Colonel,” Doctor Talbiut sneered. He tried to extract himself from the twin’s grasp but failed miserably.

“You just let us worry about that,” Murphy said. This wasn’t one of the scientists he and his brother had met on the Daedalus. He’d seen the man at a distance, but that was it. It was entirely possible that the man hadn’t heard about them, but Murphy really doubted it. ‘He probably shut his ears off after hearing we were ex-prisoners and never bothered to find out just why ex-prisoners were being brought out to Atlantis.’ Behind the man’s head and out of his sight, Murphy rolled his eyes once more at his brother. Conner gave a slight nod. Murphy grinned at his brother’s agreement. The twit was annoying; too bad he wasn’t theirs to take care of.

When they reached the hallway outside the labs, they could hear lots of talking among the large group of scientists but it looked like little, if anything, was being done. “Alright, where’s your robot?” Conner called. He and Murphy let go of Doctor Talbiut after making sure that he wasn’t going to run back to the control room to try and bother Doctor Weir again.

One of the scientists that they did know, Sarah Blake, called, “Conner! Murphy! I thought you guys had gone to the mainland.”

“We just got back. Heard you had a little robot problem,” Murphy said, pulling out one of the twigs that Doctor Beckett had given him. Not only did it help with his habit of chewing on his nails and fingers, it was healthy as the twigs were high in certain vitamins and minerals that were difficult to get on Lantia. Conner had a supply as well as Murphy had told him it helped when he wanted a cigarette.

Sarah laughed, the lights glinting off her glasses. From her single long braid down her back to her peace sign tattoo, Sarah Blake looked like the aging hippy she was. That did not stop her from being a top notch chemical engineer. She was the replacement for some scientist that hadn’t been able to cut it here in Atlantis. Murphy thought it had something to do with an attitude problem, but he wasn’t sure. She pointed at an open lab door. “It’s in there and if one of you could turn it off we’d be grateful.”

Sarah Blake was not an empty headed twit. She wouldn’t be here if she was, but neither did she have any of the problems that some of the other scientists seemed to have with their attitudes. For all that this was Atlantis; Blake had a very down to earth attitude and a lot of common sense. So as Murphy could see that she was in no way alarmed, in fact she was downright amused; he didn’t bother trying to be stealthy. He just stuck his head in the doorway to see what all the fuss was about. “Well, what is it?” Conner asked, trying to peer around him.

Murphy started to laugh. “It’s a fucking toy!” He stared at the robot marching along one of the lab benches in a regular patrol.

“What?!” Conner exclaimed. “No, it can’t be.” Murphy continued to laugh, nodding his head. “Let me see!” Murphy moved to the side and Conner stepped fully into the room. The robot was all of fifteen inches tall, and was obviously meant to be a representative of an Ancient military officer. Its uniform was a very vivid cream with tan and green edging. It had black boots and a tiny laser gun that it had thrown up on its shoulder like a rifle. “It’s a fucking G.I. Joe!” Conner laughed, until it shot him with its tiny laser. “OW! Son of a bitch!” Conner swore, holding on to his side.

“Conn!?” Murphy had stopped laughing and had drawn two of his pistols the instant he heard his brother’s cry of pain. He had thought that the toy’s weapon was harmless. If that thing had hurt his brother he was going to blow it into very tiny pieces!

“I’m alright,” Conner reassured his brother. “The little fucker got me in my right side. It stings like the devil.”

Murphy sighed in relief that there was no further damage to an already sore spot. Although they had fully healed from the wounds they had received in bringing Louie to the Lord’s justice, getting hit in the same spot had to hurt. “Alright you little fucker, enough is enough,” Conner said. He walked over to the toy, getting shot repeatedly but ignoring it other than to swear each time the tiny laser bolts hit him. Murphy was impressed with his brother’s inventiveness, not that he’d ever tell him that.

When Conner reached the lab bench, the toy tried to dodge and run away, but he slapped his hand down on its head and said, “Off!” Immediately the toy powered down. Conner picked it up and walked out of the lab. He faced the crowd, holding the toy up. “Ok, whose little project is this?” A hand went up from the back and a rather sheepish young man came up to Conner. He handed the toy over to the scientist, and shaking his head left with Murphy and Ronon.

“Let’s go see if there’s any news,” Murphy suggested.

“Yeah, this wasn’t even worth the walk down here,” Ronon said, disgusted at how cowardly the scientists had acted.

“Oh I don’t know,” Conner said. “If they can actually figure that toy out enough to build another one it’d be a great present to send to Jacob.”