crossoverfic | The Saints of Atlantis 27

Title: The Saints of Atlantis
Fandoms: The Boondock Saints/Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG 15/Teen for swearing and violence
Author: Dragonfan

Ronon had been living in hell for the last two weeks. Not only had he been stunned by one of his own team, that same team member had brought a Wraith, A WRAITH! to his new home. Only two things kept him from killing Murphy McManus. The first was that he had seen Murphy and Conner’s gift with his own eyes. They had picked out that child defiler within moments of walking into the village, with no prior knowledge of who was there, and had still known which one he was and what he’d done.

If the brothers said the Wraith didn’t know that he could eat animals, then Ronon was prepared to accept their word. If the damned thing was now eating animals instead, Ronon was willing to accept that as well. What he was not willing to do was have it anywhere near him and not kill it. He didn’t care whether or not the creature was willing to change its ways. It was a Wraith and he had sworn to kill every Wraith he could.

The second thing was that Murphy had warned him, and more than once. Ronon wouldn’t have given someone that many warnings. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that he would have even given the first one, especially if he was only going to stun them like Murphy had stunned him. That didn’t mean he had to make nice with the damned thing, which had led to him not pulling his hits as much as he usually did when he sparred with the Earth born Marines out of sheer frustration at being ordered not to kill the Wraith. He’d had Sheppard and Lorne in his face about breaking their Marines, but he couldn’t leave Atlantis while Sheppard and the rest of his team might be in danger from the Wraith and he was dealing with the situation as best as he could.

Somehow Ronon wasn’t surprised when Murphy and Conner showed up late one night at the door to the main gym. He hadn’t been able to sleep so he was punching the heavy bag, trying to beat out some of his frustration. “Who told you I was here?” he asked. It was a valid question; at two in the morning the only ones up were usually the guards on night duty. In fact, it was obvious from the way that Conner was leaning against the door and yawning, along with the fact that they were only dressed in jeans and nothing else, that they’d been sleeping.

“Atlantis,” Murphy answered, much more awake than his twin. “The lady’s worried about you.”

“Aye,” Conner agreed sleepily.

“Why didn’t she get Sheppard then?” Ronon asked. Even with all of the mila poppaaem in the city, Sheppard remained Atlantis’ favorite. Once he would have laughed at the idea of a city, even one belonging to the Ancestors, having a favorite person, but Sheppard and Atlantis had changed that. Whenever they’d had a bad mission, they’d lost someone, or Sheppard was just plain upset, Atlantis was perfectly capable and willing to hide him from everyone.

Ronon knew for a fact, having been on a balcony opposite Sheppard’s quarters, that Atlantis had locked Sheppard in his quarters one night, played some kind of music and promptly ‘lost’ him to all sensors and communications for eighteen hours straight. Sheppard had only meant to sleep for eight. As it had been the first chance Sheppard had in three days to sleep, Ronon had been pleased with Atlantis’ priorities, no matter how McKay had howled about his sensors or Elizabeth had fussed about needing to keep track of the Colonel. When the enemy was gone, a man needed his rest. Now he was a bit humbled to learn that the city was concerned enough about him to keep track of his sleepless nights.

Conner snorted. “Even the lady knows you’ve been itching to take Murphy on after he stunned you. He’s been jumpy for the last two weeks wondering when you’d be ready to take him on. I thought you’d be in his face an hour after you’d woke up.”

“Sheppard kept me away for a week until I’d calmed down, and then you were with that Wraith,” Ronon growled.

“We were on guard detail!” Murphy protested. “Sheppard wanted one of the family with him at all times to make sure he wasn’t gonna try nothing!”

“I know,” Ronon admitted. “You know what they did to me. Sheppard’s not stupid. I wouldn’t follow him if he was, but I can’t be anywhere near one without wanting to kill it.”

“Don’t expect you to,” Conner said. “Staying away from him was all we could ask of you.” Murphy nodded. They did understand the sort of rage that being a Runner could do to a man, in a way it was very similar to the rage that their father suffered from after being locked up in prison with men who wanted to kill him at every turn for twenty four years. It had taken the years that he’d worked with them in the States before he was calm enough to return home to their mother.

“How soon will your family get here?” Ronon asked, abruptly changing the subject. He’d heard that the twin’s mother, wife and children were coming to Atlantis from Teyla.

“They’re coming in on the Daedalus this trip, so sometime in the next few days,” Murphy said, almost bouncing in his anticipation. While the trip from Earth to Atlantis took three weeks, there were always a couple of days leeway as anything from the loading of supplies to an attack by the Go’uald could delay the ship or speed up its launch by days.

“I want to knock you through a wall,” Ronon said flatly. Murphy held his arms out, clearly inviting Ronon to take his best shot. “You gave me warning.”

“Course he did,” Conner said, a bit huffy that anyone would think that his brother wouldn’t give someone a fair warning.

“I wouldn’t have,” Ronon admitted. “Let’s spar.” It was all the apology that he was going to give and the brothers seemed to understand, because they both grinned and Conner slid down to sit down on the floor.

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As Richard Woolsey walked down the gangway of the Daedalus, he wasn’t impressed with the beauty of the Lost City of the Ancients. He was too busy watching the people around him to notice it. The Marines were easy to spot, being very busy with the practical issues of getting new supplies and personnel. The scientists were a much more undisciplined group, but were nevertheless quickly getting down to the business of getting themselves and their supplies organized. It was the civilians that had him completely confused.

Woolsey had been only expecting members of the McManus family, whom he could easily spot in their t-shirts and jeans helping the Marines to unload cargo, but there were many, many more civilians than those thirty people could account for. He had been caught up in trying to figure out who these people were that he almost missed the reason he’d decided to delay his own disembarking.

Gretchen McManus, her three sons and the older woman Woolsey had learned was her mother in law were walking down the gangway in front of him, and it was only little Jacob’s squeal of “DA! DA!” that alerted him to the scene he had wanted to observe. Two men in white t-shirts and jeans were kneeling down and hugging the small boy. ‘Oh dear,’ he thought to himself.

With all of the gentle praise and blushing Gretchen had done over her husband, Woolsey had never expected that he would be a ruffian, to use an old fashioned phrase. Even from this distance he could see the men’s tattoos, not to mention the weapons they both were wearing. The only things missing were cigarettes and motorcycles, neither of which was available in Atlantis. Gretchen had said that he was a translator with Doctor Weir’s translation team and that he spoke nine languages including Ancient. Neither of the two men looked like the linguists he was used to. They looked much more like off duty bodyguards to the IOA representative.

Just then Gretchen reached the two men and they stood up, the lighter haired man carrying Jacob. The passionate kiss that she gave both men startled Woolsey enough that he stopped dead for a moment. ‘I guess I didn’t translate that wrong then,’ Woolsey thought embarrassed that he had simply assumed that Gretchen was married to one man when she’d told him she was married to two. He began walking again as the two men took the babies in their carriers from the two women, giving the older woman a kiss on the cheek as they did so.

‘’Brothers then,’ Woolsey decided. ‘Now which of the McManus men were brothers?’ he wondered and began mentally reviewing the files that he’d been given. He stopped dead once more, appalled this time, but at least he was on the pier by the rail over the water and out of the flow of traffic. There were three sets of brothers who had come to Atlantis. One was a pair of older and younger brothers who were separated by a decade, the younger brother just having graduated from a trade school. These men were the same age. One of the other brothers was married with school aged children and his younger brother was the Atlantis base chaplain, a Catholic priest. The last pair of brothers was the set of twins, vigilante sons of a hit man. Was this the legacy that Gretchen had spoken of?

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The twins had been excused from unloading duty with the Marines by Colonel Sheppard so that they could meet their family when they came off the Daedalus. Standing alone on the pier with all of Atlantis, or at least it seemed like it, Murphy couldn’t help but bounce a bit in excitement. It had been nearly a year since he and Conner had seen their wife, son and mother, and now there were the new twins to be introduced to.

That had been an interesting bit of wrangling. Ever since Gretchen’s doctor, yet another member of their extensive family, had announced that they were having twins, there had been a fight over what to name the boys. Jacob had been named to honor their father and grandfather, both called to the Lord’s service and who had died at the hands of evil men, although Noah had died after his first grandson had been born and so had been alive to appreciate the honor. No one wanted to follow tradition and name the first born of the twins after Gretchen’s father, so it was much harder to come up with names for the boys.

Murphy had wanted to name the boys Breandan Malachi and Kevin Liam. Conner had wanted to name them Lorcan Connall and Padraic Deaglan. Gretchen had wanted Redmond Reilly and Sean Bartley. Annabelle had wanted Ferdia Aedan and Brian Cearul. They’d fought for weeks back and forth over the data bursts with their mother and wife and in wrestling matches with each other. Gretchen had won with Redmond Reilly for the first born and Murphy had won with Breandan Malachi for the second, as those were the two names closest to tradition without actually naming the boys after her father and Murphy and Conner.

Finally Jacob ran over to them and they both swept him up in the biggest group hug they could give him. “Missed you so much little man,” Conner whispered in his ear.

“Aye we did,” agreed Murphy. “Now, did you take care of your Ma and Gran like we told you to?”

“Uh huh, see!” Jacob exclaimed, wiggling in excitement. “And the babies too!” He pointed behind him where Gretchen and Annabelle were only a few steps away.

Murphy let Conner take Jacob and swept Gretchen up in a kiss, taking the baby carrier out of her arms to do so. He passed his wife to his brother and reached for his mother, pulling her into a crushing hug. “We’re here Ma.” Conner pulled the baby carrier out of his mother’s hands and joined his twin in hugging their mother. It had been a very long nine months.