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crossoverfic2010-05-11 01:57 pm
The Saints of Atlantis 17
Fandoms: The Boondock Saints/Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG15/Teen for violence and swearing
Author: Dragonfan
“This is fucking boring,” Murphy muttered to Conner. They were standing three feet behind Elizabeth’s chair as she, Doctor Zelenka and Doctor Beckett hammered out the treaty with the Chulaon’s head council, which looked to be something out of a more medieval time with people being lords of this and lady of that. It was here that they saw their first women in a seat of power. They had learned that the women had all inherited those positions, that was no different from how the men had, but these women were all older than Elizabeth, unlike the men who were all ages, although the youngest was at least as old as Romeo.
“Aye, but can you figure out why these men treat these ladies with respect, but half of them abuse their own wives?” Conner asked. To amuse themselves they were switching languages at random every time one of them spoke, only leaving out English, Latin and Ancient on the off chance that one of the Chulaons spoke Ancient.
Murphy made a face that no one but his brother could have seen. He would have snorted too, but he was trying to behave himself. “’Cause the cowardly fucks aren’t married to ‘em. We’ve seen that before. Did you notice that the ones marked as rapists, only go after their own wives?”
“I noticed a few on the street like that too. Now why is that do you suppose? Even just walking through town we should have seen at least one marked that he went after someone other than his wife,” Conner mused. “It’s just the law of averages.”
“They keep the women locked up,” Murphy realized after a moment of thought. “The fuckers can’t get at them. That’s why they were staring at Cadman. Remember, we’re just seeing the respectable people here. No woman Cadman’s age was out on the street, probably wouldn’t be allowed out of the house until well after she was married.”
“Aye, with several children running around her feet, several servants to help her look after them, and bodyguards following her every move,” Conner said. He shifted a little forward when one of the young men got a little too close to Cadman for his comfort. He relaxed when the man eased back. “Cadman’d have their balls if that one tried anything with her.”
“Nice little trophy they’d make for her too,” Murphy said, amused. “Do you think we brought enough bullets?”
“Did you see how many cases of full clips Lorne shoved into the jumper?” Conner wanted to know. “We’ve got enough, besides if we run out there’s always the zats. Well, it’s about damned time they finished.” The delegates were now standing up and shaking hands. “Let’s go bless the good men, my dear brother.”
The hosts, a lady something or other and her husband, gestured to a set of doors that they said would lead to a banquet hall where the celebration would take place. Knowing that was the best chance they were likely to get, Conner and Murphy walked ahead of everyone else and positioned themselves at either side of the set of doors. They got more than a few confused looks from the Chulaon, but as no one from Atlantis was so much as blinking at the twins’ actions, they seemed to figuratively shrug and simply got on with moving everyone through the doors.
As each of the Chulaon walked by them, Conner and Murphy drew a cross on their foreheads if they were not corrupt enough to be targets. For their own amusement, they did the same with their own people. After all, it wouldn’t do to have their own people shot just because they weren’t crossed. To their surprise, Elizabeth was amused as well. When Murphy crossed her it was the most pleasant they had ever seen her as she fought to keep a smile off of her face.
The next few hours were filled with a sort of roving feast where servants mingled with the guests carrying trays of food and drink. The twins crossed them or not as well. “I think they’re the priests of some kind of primitive cult. Look how they’re dressed,” one young man told the group that he was with. “They don’t even speak a language the Ancestors can translate!” he said with a laugh.
As seemed to be the usual case here, everyone with him was male, only the older men were accompanied by women. Conner paused in the middle of crossing the young popinjay. “Lad, first off you’d better make sure that you know what you’re talking about before you shoot your fucking mouth off. Second, make sure the people you’re trying to insult actually don’t speak the language before you insult them to their face. And third, me brother and I are mila poppaaem. So you’d better be damned grateful that we’re crossing you,” he warned. “You don’t want us to be having to fucking kill you now, do you?”
The boy blanched white as a sheet. “Mila poppaaem?” he whispered.
“Aye,” Murphy said, crossing one of his friends. “Watch and learn, little boy. Those we don’t cross are the ones to stay the fuck away from. Our family has never lost the ability to see evil when the Lord calls.” They left the group without crossing one of the boys; one that they could see was an assassin for hire. The fact that he was a killer didn’t bother them. They were assassins themselves; but their service was to God, not the highest bidder. It was amusing to see the rest of the young men pull away from him, muttering excuses.
They had just finished marking all of those who were not to be killed when one of the lesser noble types, one that they were hoping to be able to kill, maneuvered Elizabeth and Cadman over to a set of doors leading out to a terrace. He was accompanied by one of his own guards, who grabbed Cadman when he grabbed Elizabeth. The noble pulled Elizabeth through the doors, ignoring the fact that she was fighting him with everything she had. The guard wasn’t so lucky. Cadman was beating him to a pulp, going for places that he didn’t expect her to.
It didn’t take long before Cadman had her assailant by the chin and back of his head, twisting it around to break his neck. Unfortunately, her fight had blocked anyone from going after Elizabeth and her kidnapper; at least as far as far as the Chulaon knew. When he saw what was happening, Murphy hit his radio and instructed the jumper pilot to track Elizabeth’s subcu, a homing beacon that Doctor Beckett had put under the skin of everyone who ever went off world.
“Why did she do that?” the man standing next to Conner gasped. “There was no reason to kill him!”
Murphy was the only one close enough to hear his wife mutter, “Good for her.” He drew one of his sets of pistols and shot her husband right between the eyes. That signaled a massive shoot out, the Lantians shooting anyone who hadn’t been marked by the twins. Murphy and Conner went after the most dangerous; the boy assassin, the rapists, and the murderers.
Conner made his way over to the overturned table the council were ducking and hiding behind. Calmly he shot three of the seven men he could see, leaving the ones who were good men and grabbing the last of the evil ones to drag out from behind the shelter of the table. The guards had tried to fight back, but the Lantians had overwhelming firepower just in their pistols. There had been no need to pull out any of their heavier weapons.
Murphy walked over to Conner and his prisoner. “We don’t have enough pennies,” he mentioned. He shoved the pistol in his right hand into the back of the head of the prisoner. It was the only one he had left with any bullets in it.
Conner nodded. It was a small problem, but one that was easily dealt with. “Let them prepare the dead according to their own customs. There are enough witnesses here to tell why these men died.”
“And why did they die?” one of the men Conner had spared demanded. “Just because Norkhi is making your queen his bride is no reason to commit such a slaughter. You think I did not see that every man here you killed was one you did not bless before? If you don’t want Norkhi as your king, then go rescue her! If you get her back before twenty eight days have passed, the marriage is void.”
“Of course we didn’t fucking cross them,” Conner said as he waved his hands at the bodies covering the floors. “You were the fucking idiots who insisted that we come as part of Doctor Weir’s escort. What did you think would happen when the mila poppaaem came to your world, that we would let evil men slide simply because of their rank?”
“Kidnapping is no marriage,” Murphy spit. “It is a crime, and a particularly vile one at that. Those fuckers died because they were kidnappers, rapists and abusers; a few were murderers, blackmailers and other things as well.”
“Even if that bastard did have the ability to keep Doctor Weir from us for more than twenty eight days, he would still never be our king, our leader, or her husband,” Cadman said as she walked up to them. The councilman gapped at her. “The leadership falls to Doctor McKay if Doctor Weir is incapacitated. Then to Doctor Zelenka.”
“And if he has harmed Elizabeth, a simple bullet to his brain he will not get!” Radek growled. He was tossing and catching small dark object in his hand. “Small pieces of him I will blow off!”
Romeo chuckled. “You don’t wanna mess with Doctor Z, man. He’s the really dangerous one.”
“Let’s pray for these men’s souls, then go get Doctor Weir,” Murphy said. He looked over at the councilman. “I’d suggest you change your laws before we come back. Your rulers are still here and you know we left the good men alive.” He and Conner turned back to their prisoner.
“And shepherds we will be/for Thee my Lord, for Thee/Power hath descended forth from thy hand/That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command/So we shall flow a river forth unto Thee/And teeming with souls shall it ever be/E Nomini Patri et Fili, et Spiritu Sancti.” Two shots rang out.
The twins turned and marched towards the terrace doors. “Sergeant Gates, have they stopped moving yet?” Conner asked, tapping his radio.
“Yes, but they’re in the middle of a lot of people. I can’t get a clear shot. I don’t know who is in on the kidnapping and who isn’t.”
“Come and get us, but keep an eye on Doctor Weir’s position,” Murphy ordered.
“I am coming,” demanded Radek.
Murphy glanced at his brother, and Conner nodded back. “I guess the rumors that he’s sweet on her are true,” he said in Gaelic. “Alright Doctor, but we go in first,” Murphy said, switching to English.
By this time they had reached the lawn between the gardens and the building. Those who were still living from the party had followed; most wondering just what the Lantians were going to do next. They got their answer when the jumper decloaked. “Bronsen, Chang, stay with Doctor Beckett and get him whatever he needs to set up for incoming wounded,” Cadman barked as she and the remainder of her Marines charged up into the jumper after the twins and Romeo.
When the jumper took to the air before cloaking once more, the council visibly shuddered. “You really are Lantians,” one woman said in wonder.
“Aye,” Doctor Beckett said. “Now, are there any wounded that need treatment?” Personally he was amazed that none of his own people had been hit. If that was the way most of the executions the McManus’ brothers had done went, it was a wonder either of them had lived this long.
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Apologies for not commenting on the story itself, but having never seen Boondock Saints, I fear I's be totally confused.
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Thanks for being nice about it.