crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 18

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

It was a good thing that the structures of the city were not the primitive mud and brick buildings or tents that most of the lower tech worlds had, because none of them would have withstood the weight of a jumper landing on the roof. Gates landed the cloaked jumper on a building across the street from the tavern that Doctor Weir and her kidnapper were holed up in. The other Marines were bringing out their heavier weapons and checking to make certain that everything they needed was ready to take out the pathetic asshole who’d dared to touch one of their people.

Murphy and Conner dug into one of the crates that Lorne had insisted they take with them, exchanging their empty clips for full ones and loading up their pockets as well. It wasn’t that they didn’t like the zats, just that they preferred their Desert Eagles. A man who was executed should leave a corpse that looked like he’d been executed. Romeo was loading up a messenger bag just in case that wasn’t enough.

“Gates, where does Doctor Weir’s transponder say she is in the building?” Cadman asked. The sergeant pulled up a holographic HUD, pointing out the second floor room where the jumper’s sensors had located the subcutaneous transponder with Doctor Weir’s code. They were fortunate that this world, while advanced enough to have substantially strong structures, was not advanced enough to have any sort of shielding. They could see not only a floor plan of the entire building where Doctor Weir was being held, but also how many people were in the building. The only thing that they couldn’t see was how many people were in on the kidnapping.

“These people have one fucked up way to get a wife,” Romeo said, shaking his head.

“They do it for the same reason that Teyla’s people trade sperm,” Conner told him.

“It’s just that some jackass decided to take advantage of the situation to make his sick fantasy of having his own sex slave all legal and respectable,” Murphy snarled.

Cadman snorted. “I still can’t believe that you two traded with Teyla and her friend.” She didn’t bother to look back at the men preparing to go into a firefight. “Doctor Z, I know you want to go in, but you need to stay back and let us go in first. The best spot I can put you in is on the fire escape outside the room she’s in. Your little toys are too destructive over a wide area and I know you can’t hit the broadside of a barn with a pistol.”

“So give me a zat,” Radek said. “I cannot kill any one unless I shoot them twice. I go in first, shoot everyone once and it makes things safer for you. Not as much fun for these two,” he jerked his thumb over at Conner and Murphy, “but they have already had lots of fun, yes?”

“Crap,” Cadman shook her head. “I keep forgetting we’ve got those now.”

“He’s got a point and that way we know he won’t accidentally shoot us in the back,” Conner said.

Murphy smiled and bumped Radek with his elbow, inviting him in on the joke. “Here, take two,” he said, and passed Radek the two zats he carried.

“Ok, get up here,” Cadman turned around and called. The men crowded into the cockpit, jostling around until everyone could see the HUD that Gates had up. “The target has the hostage in the second story room of a two story tavern from the looks of the building. There are four rooms on the second story.” The HUD switched with Cadman’s briefing.

“Each room occupies one wall and has one outside exit; these two have balconies and these two have fire escapes. Hayes, Kempin, I want you two on the balconies. Romeo, Eackles, I want you two on the fire escapes. If the four of you are careful, you shouldn’t be seen. Radek, Conner, Murphy and I will go in on the ground floor. Radek, you lead the way in and Conner and Murphy will follow you. I’ll take the back door. I’ll make sure not to go into the main room until you give me the all clear, ok Radek? That way you know you won’t be shooting me.”

Radek nodded. “Good, ok people, Doctor Weir’s safety is our first concern. If that bastard tries to take off with her again, shoot them both with a zat. It’s better that she spend some time unconscious than to end up at that asshole’s mercy. Conner, Murphy, no mercy for anyone who had any part in this.” Cadman made eye contact with each one of the men. “This son of a bitch does not live to see another day. You all know what he looks like. If you have the shot, take it.” She waited until each of them accepted her orders with a nod. “Move out.”

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ART-1 shuffled through the ‘gate and into Atlantis’ control room. It had been a nasty trip, but the end results had been worth it. One society set free from near slavery to a family line of corrupt rulers just because they had the ATA gene, and drones and puddlejumpers in exchange for medicine and help to set up their new system of rule. There were days when Colonel Sheppard knew that such things were just as important as killing off every Wraith in the galaxy, but then there were other days like this one where he just wanted to get home and forget that anything other than Atlantis existed. Unfortunately he wasn’t going to get what he wanted anytime soon.

Colonel Caldwell was waiting for him as was the knowledge that Elizabeth, Radek, Carson, the twins, Romeo and seven of his Marines were off world setting up another treaty, this one exchanging medical help for access to an Ancient library. Personally, John just hoped that this one was better organized than Atlantis’ database.

“Colonel,” John saluted as he followed his team to the infirmary. Doctor Boswell had done a good job on the mission. He’d have to put something in her file and tell Carson when he got back. “Lorne, sitrep?” he asked, a billion things running through his mind.

Lorne stood close enough to the gurney John hopped up on to give his report while at the same time staying out of the way of the examining doctor’s way. “Doctor Weir’s mission is on track and they expect to be back by dinner, but I’ve still got two teams on standby in case of trouble. The Daedalus came in a few days early,” he nodded at Caldwell, “and the new personnel are already settling in. I’ve restricted all science personnel to non restricted areas of the city until Doctor McKay or Doctor Zelenka say otherwise. The new soldiers include two Air Force pilots, both ATA positive, and they’ve already begun flight lessons for the puddlejumpers. The rest are a mix of Marines and Army this time, not all of them are experienced in offworld combat. The Marines are US issue, but the Army people come from several different countries. They’re a bit of a mixed bag from what I’ve seen.”

“Ronon can start putting them through their paces as soon as he’s cleared. I’m sure they want to get down to work after having to sit on their backsides for three weeks,” John said.

“Yes sir,” Lorne replied, a faint smile for his CO. “The last of the new personnel is the chaplain that Doctor Weir requested. Father Nevan McManus. He’s a cousin to the twins, he was called as soon as he got to Pegasus, and I’ve already moved him over to the little tower. So far the scientists have only tried to blow up the city twice while Doctor McKay was offworld and…”

“Only twice? My god, they’re learning to restrain themselves!” snarked McKay.

“And,” Lorne sent a stern look McKay’s way for interrupting him, “the Daedalus is being used to run some experiments on long term stasis without the virtual reality hookups. We now have a calf, a pig and a cat on Atlantis. You’ll find the cat has pretty much decided that she runs the place and her favorite napping spot is up by the ‘gate controls.”

“Well at least its not the chair,” John said as a nurse took blood sample after blood sample. “Good work Lorne. We’ll do our regular baby check and then I’ll relieve you.”

“You do not have to Colonel,” Teyla spoke up. “I know you have duties to attend to.” The look she shot Caldwell spoke volumes to her team, although Caldwell missed it completely.

“Don’t worry about it. Taking five minutes to check up on my team mate’s baby isn’t going to interfere with anything,” Sheppard reassured her.”

“You’re expecting Teyla?” Caldwell asked. “And you’re still going on missions?”

“She’s not pregnant Colonel. She has a child incubating in a piece of Ancient tech. Do you really think we’d have no problems with her going on missions if she was pregnant? There’s no way we’d risk her baby!” Rodney huffed. He got up and marched past the bewildered Colonel.

Sheppard reached over and patted Caldwell on the shoulder. “Welcome back to the Pegasus galaxy Colonel. It just gets weirder the longer you stay.” He followed Rodney over to where Ronon and Teyla were now crowded around a large mobile thing that had shifting lights all over it.

Caldwell followed, feeling more out of place than ever before. “May I ask who the father is?” he asked Teyla.

“I traded with Murphy McManus for his seed. His brother will provide the seed for my next child,” Teyla said, beaming. “By using this technology, the children are assured not to have my Wraith DNA, but will have their ATA gene.” John reached over and triggered the window that allowed the prospective parents to see the child growing. “John, what is happening?” Teyla asked worried when the screen/window showed two groups of growing cells instead of the one it had shown before.

“Congratulations Teyla, you’re having twins,” John said, settling in for a short lecture on the difference between identical and fraternal twins.

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Radek was smart enough to wait until someone opened the door to the tavern before rushing in, shooting both zats as fast as he could. He felt rather like one of the old west cowboys that he had watched in the movies he had seen as a child. Behind him he could hear the McManus brother’s silenced guns going off; little spitting sounds as they killed the ones that needed killing. He had never thought when he still lived on Earth that he would ever hear such a thing and be so thoroughly pleased with it, but pleased he was. “Clear!” he called when he had finished knocking everyone unconscious.

Lieutenant Cadman came in from the backroom, and Conner hurried in to make certain that there were no evil men left alive in there. “Heading up the stairs,” Cadman said into her radio. That was the signal for the Marines still outside to slip into the rooms they were outside of. They would meet the four in the short hallway outside the room where Elizabeth was being held.

Whatever the walls were made out of, it certainly blocked sound efficiently. None of Norhki’s men had heard anything, and thus were easy to shoot where they stood guard outside Norhki’s room. Cadman put a block of C4 on the door, blowing it open.

Everyone charged into the room then, blocking off any chance at escape. Norhki was alone in the room with Elizabeth. He had her pinned to the bed, and it was obvious from the rips in her uniform and the marks across her face what was going on. Even as they entered the room, Elizabeth was still fighting him, although she was down to one arm. The second one was obviously broken, but she was still attempting to claw his eyes out.

Norhki had just enough time to sit back on his heels before Conner and Murphy tackled him off of the bed. Radek hurried over, stripping off his jacket and gathering Elizabeth off of the bed. Even as he hurried her out of the room, she looked back over her shoulder to see the McManus brothers going through their ritual.