crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 21

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

“DAMN IT WE CAN HELP YOU! WHY CAN’T YOU FIGURE THAT OUT!?!” Lorne yelled in frustration after the Genii soldiers left them in their cell.

“It’s no use Major,” Aislin McManus told him. “They don’t want help. Most of them are convinced of their own superiority. I can see why the original reports referred to them as wannabe Nazis.”

“And the rest of them?” Lieutenant Cadman asked.

Aislin gave her a grim look. “Do you remember your history and how hard it was for any good men in any Nazi territory? It’s no different here.”

“How soon before they realize we’re not dead?” Lorne asked Aislin, wanting her professional opinion. Aislin had been assigned to his team as a medic, her work as a nurse making it possible. Personally Lorne was very grateful that he’d gotten this McManus. Aislin was much easier on the eyes than either of the twins. He didn’t have to worry about practical jokes that scared people to death with her either.

“Once Atlantis gets the decoy bodies, just long enough for a preliminary autopsy. These people have no clue what we can do,” Aislin snorted in derision. “They think that just putting our tags on the decoys will convince everyone back home.” She rolled her eyes.

“I can’t believe that they actually laughed at you being a mila poppaaem,” Parish said.

Lorne snorted this time. “Even I can tell they think we’re making that up. I’m kind of glad though. It makes what’s going to hit them all the sweeter.” ART-2 looked at each other and grinned. The Genii were in for it now. Across the hall the two guards shifted uneasily at the sight.

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Conner McManus knelt beside the ravaged and burnt body that was all that was left of a member of his family. He’d been the one to suggest that Aislin come out here. The guilt was about to overwhelm him when his twin yelled. “MOTHERFUCKER!” Murphy screamed.

“MURPHY!” Conner grabbed hold of his brother.

“THAT AIN’T HER! AISLIN’S GOT THAT FUCKING PIN IN HER SHOULDER! REMEMBER? WE WERE TAKING OUT THAT FUCKING SERIAL KILLER SHE’D SPOTTED.” Murphy grabbed his brother and shoved his face near the shoulder of the corpse. The bones were clearly visible, and there was no metal pin, not even a sign of the severe break that their cousin had gotten on that night. “Some fucking asshole fucking took her,” Murphy growled. “They think they can fucking get away with it.”

“They took one of God’s shepherds,” Conner growled. The look the twins shot each other said it all, that person or people would face the wrath of the McManus family. Elizabeth had made good on her implied promise. She’d faced down the IOA on the issue of children and other civilians coming to Atlantis by asking if they really wanted Rodney McKay to lose the only assistant who could put up with him and kept him well supplied with coffee or the scientist that McKay said was the only person in Atlantis with half a brain.

The simple fact was that most of them were scared of Rodney and what he was capable of. They would much rather keep him happy in another galaxy than invite him back to Earth by upsetting him. If they had done that, then he would come and make many very important people’s lives miserable until he got what he wanted. This would have a shit runs down hill effect that would end up with them losing their jobs and McKay getting what he wanted in the first place. Elizabeth knew that she would eventually pay for pulling out her big guns, but it would be worth the price.

The end result was that the IOA had backed down, and thanks to emails sent between the twins, Father Nevan and the rest of their family, thirty McManuses, five of whom were children, had shown up at Area 53 ready to board the Daedalus by the time the space ship had arrived back at Earth three weeks later. Twenty one, soon to be pissed off, Irish soldiers of God were waiting back in Atlantis for news of one of their own. It would be twenty three angry shepherds that would make whoever it was that took their people pay dearly, because every adult McManus by blood had been called by the time they’d reached Atlantis.

Conner and Murphy didn’t calm down but they did focus their anger away from the dead, who deserved their respect, not their fury. “You don’t think that’s them?” Sheppard asked, more as a way to confirm what he’d heard than that he doubted them.

“No,” they said shortly. Ronon came over with the body bags he’d been sent back to the jumper for. Carefully the brothers laid each body in a bag. They would be taken back to Atlantis to see if the dead could tell them where their missing team was.

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It didn’t take more than five minutes once Doctor Beckett had received the bodies before he came up to the conference room with the answer. “It’s the Genii!” he called as he burst in. “All five of the bodies are radioactive.”

“Does my team need decontamination?” Sheppard snapped. It was his team who had carried the bodies home.

“No, fortunately there were only low levels, so I think what’s likely to have happened was that they were killed by long term exposure rather than a sudden burst,” Carson reassured him.

“That means they were mid to high level Genii,” McKay pointed out. “They were the ones who stayed in the bunkers. Those who lived on the surface were partially shielded from the radiation.”

“It seems our time to search the database is up,” Conner said to Murphy.

“Aye,” Murphy said. “The time has come for Kolya to die. I just hope that we found enough in the medical database for you and your coworkers Doctor Beckett. You’re going to have a lot of very sick people to treat soon.”

“At least we hope so,” Conner said, knowing that the five bodies in the infirmary were only the start of the death toll the Genii had brought upon themselves. “We’re going to get ready.”

“Conner, Murphy, you’ll be taking your team as well as your family,” Elizabeth instructed. “Bring our people back alive, and if you do find Kolya… well, you should do what you do best.”

Stunned by this change of heart, the twins nodded as they stood up and left the room, their team following. During the walk to the little tower, Rodney pulled up the old security tapes from the database on his tablet. He’d make sure that all of them knew what Kolya looked like so that they’d know if he was killed or not. He also sent one of his minions after radiation tags. They’d need to know how much radiation each one of them received on this assault.

Entering the chapel, Teyla was not surprised to see all of the mila poppaaem and their families, right down to the youngest child and including Romeo, sitting on the benches with their heads bowed in prayer. Father Nevan was alone praying at the altar, and he stood turning around when they entered. Everyone turned around to look at them, their silence speaking louder than words ever could. She could feel them, the very air vibrating with their need to explode into action. “It was the Genii,” the twins said flatly.

Conner and Murphy removed their coats, revealing that they had stopped to rearm themselves when they’d spoken to their families before. Silently they laid the coats down and walked up the aisle to the altar. John and Rodney held her and Ronon back, indicating that they should just watch for now. The brothers knelt before their priest cousin and he blessed them. As they stood up and turned to walk back towards the entrance, the other mila poppaaem stood up and walked over to receive blessings as well. Teyla could sense the ritual in every movement, and wondered for a brief moment if her daughters would one day stand in this place, completing the same ritual. Silently the shepherds passed by, glancing at the picture Rodney showed them. Conner and Murphy led the way up to the Jumper Bay, splitting away from each other after a short glance to power up jumpers one, two and four.

Elizabeth was talking with Ladon Radim when the Jumper Bay doors opened, signaling that the rescue mission was ready to leave. “Ladon, I’m sorry but you are too late to save your people from Cowen. He has already sealed their fate. I know that none of you believe that we come from the Ancients home world, but it is the truth. Cowen kidnapped one of our off world teams, and one of its members was mila poppaaem.” She leaned forward. “I cannot stop them, nor do I wish to. They will leave the innocent alive, but the rest are dead.” She ended the transmission and tapped her radio. “Jumper one, two and four, you may leave as soon as the stargate is clear. Good luck and God speed.”

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It was a slaughter, pure and simple. Men and women dressed, not in the Atlantis uniforms that the Genii people expected, but in blue pants with black shirts, long necklaces with a strange amulet at the end, and armed with more weapons than they had ever seen one person carry, came and began shooting people everywhere. It was Dahlia Radim who realized who they were when one stopped to bless a child and tell her to run to the stargate, that she would find help there. “NO!” she shouted and used the last of her strength to pull a weapon away from one of the men. “They are mila poppaaem!”

“That we are lass,” one woman said, her eyes hidden behind dark lenses. “You two need to go to the stargate. There you will find someone to take you back to Atlantis to treat you for any injuries or illnesses you have. There is no evil in either of you, but there are many here who cannot say the same, and they will be meeting the Lord today.” She walked on, leaving the stunned couple behind. Teyla was walking behind her, and gave them a reassuring smile before hurrying on to reach the underground bunker.

Teyla had never seen such a slaughter. There were so many dead, blood was flowing down the tunnel floor beneath her feet. The further they got into the bunker complex, the fewer people were sent to the surface, and the more people were killed. She noticed one thing that seemed odd, but thought it probably had something to do with their faith. Whenever a woman appeared that needed killing, the men passed her by. It was one of the women mila poppaaem who killed her.

Gillian McManus noticed the puzzled look on Teyla’s face as she put down another evil woman. “It’s one of the things that is more family tradition than God’s will,” she explained. “HE has never said anything that I’ve ever heard, so we continue it until HE says otherwise. The men of my family will only kill evil men, never women or children. That is because good men never harm women or children, because they are stronger. If a woman gives herself to evil, we ladies take care of it because we are their equals, but none of us will ever harm a child.”

“Because you are stronger than a child, and should be protecting them,” Teyla said, beginning to understand something that had always frustrated her about the Earth born, their insistence on protecting her when she could wipe the floor with them.

“Exactly,” Gillian grinned. “The strong should always protect the weak, no matter their sex, but as a general rule of thumb it’s a pretty good one.”

“Rule of wrist!” came out of another tunnel. Gillian laughed in utter delight. Teyla probably wouldn’t have recognized Aislin’s voice if she hadn’t been listening for it.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” came from yet another tunnel. It was Conner this time. “I keep telling you, she was preop!” The two groups met at the junction and continued down the final tunnel to where ATR-2 was being held. The guards never stood a chance. Teyla had always known that the weapons carried by the Atlantis military were powerful, but she’d never seen them used against humans up close or so enthusiastically before today. Murphy was giggling into his twin’s shoulder as Gillian unlocked the cell door, unfazed by having to grope a corpse to find the key. “Shut your hole,” Conner grumbled.

Teyla had a feeling that there was a story there she should look into. The best stories the twins told were usually making fun of themselves or each other. She tapped her radio. “Colonel, this is Teyla. We’ve found ART-2. They are alive and well. No injuries that I can see.”

“I think we’re done here,” came over her radio. “The LSDs say there’s no Genii left alive, just us.” Teyla knew that the life sign detectors were able to tell the difference between the Genii and those from Atlantis because of the subcu transponders that Doctor Beckett had given them. “Fall back to the stargate everyone. Did anyone see Kolya? My group didn’t run into him.”

Negative replies came from all the groups. “Oh great, so now we’re going to be looking over our shoulders for that psycho,” came from Rodney. No one answered because they all knew it was the truth.