The Saints of Atlantis 7
Title: The Saints of Atlantis
Fandoms: The Boondock Saints/Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG15/Teen for violence and swearing
Author: Dragonfan
They were finally here, at long last. Murphy, Conner and Romeo had grabbed up their bags and were waiting their turn to walk down the gangplank. Apparently the only reason that they had been beamed on board the Daedalus in the first place was to preserve the secrecy that the SGC operated under. Romeo had been keeping an eye on the twins ever since their outburst in the conference room. “Are you guys ok?” He tried, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was worried.
It was part of Conner and Murphy’s nature to tease, so even with Atlantis’ technology wreaking havoc with their nerves; they ganged up on their friend. “Hell no, it feels like ants are running up and down our nerves,” Murphy said.
“And each one of those little feet are covered in acid,” continued Conner.
“And they’re dragging sandpaper under their bodies,” said Murphy.
But Romeo had seen the telltale glint in Murphy’s eyes that meant he was teasing. “Alright, enough assholes,” he interrupted. He’d learned that no joke was beyond the twins the first time they’d met. “I’m serious here. You two were really freaked out when everyone else was just a little uncomfortable.”
They laughed, but stopped teasing. “Actually, it’s kind of like Jacob is running around our feet trying to get our attention, saying ‘look, look, look!’ and at the same time giving us the biggest hug he can,” Conner tried to explain.
“But it’s all in the back of our heads,” Murphy finished. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s really fucking weird.”
“Who’s Jacob?” Romeo asked as they finally got their turn to leave the Daedalus.
“Our son, Jacob Noah McManus, he’s three,” Murphy answered. Both twins put their sunglasses on to block the bright sunlight of a Lantia morning.
Up ahead the three of them could see the city’s towers and spires. They’d looked over pictures of Atlantis during the journey, but nothing could have prepared them to experience the city first hand. Murphy and Conner could feel a tugging that they were beginning to associate with Ancient tech and Atlantis in particular. There was something up ahead that Atlantis wanted them to see.
The hustle and bustle of the people surrounding them distracted the twins from Atlantis trying to get their attention. They could hear people being directed to various destinations. It looked like the military personnel were being sent in one direction and the scientists were being sent in another. Two men were directing the traffic, one in military uniform and the other in the scientists’ uniform. The scientist was a slightly chubby man with what looked like a small hand held computer in one hand. The military officer also had one of the computers, but his most identifiable trait was his hair, which stood up in more of a wild manner than Conner’s did.
The three men were the only people in sight who were not wearing a uniform, which is why it was easy for Lt. Cadman to find them. “Gentlemen, welcome to Atlantis. I’m Laura Cadman, Marine lieutenant. I’ve been assigned as your guide for today.
“Now we need to get you to the infirmary for your baseline physicals. While the docs look you over, I’ll be making sure that your personal items are taken to your new quarters. I’ll be back in time to take you to the mess hall for breakfast. After that, we’ll go to orientation for your duty and mentor assignments. The first day here is set aside basically to help you find your way around. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.” Cadman had done this enough times by now that it was almost second nature.
“Yes ma’am,” Conner said. They followed Cadman inside one of the buildings and from there into a small closet like space.
“This is a transporter, kind of similar to the beaming technology that the Daedalus has, only a lot simpler to use,” Cadman explained. She showed them the map on the back of the door. “You simply touch which section of the city you wish to go to.” She demonstrated and then the door opened. Rather than the same room they had just left, there was a corridor filled with people running back and forth between several rooms.
One man, about Romeo’s height, almost ran into Cadman. “Ah good, yer here Laura. I see you managed to beat the rush. Get yer charges inta the main exam room and I’ll be there in a second.” Someone yelled for a Doctor Beckett, and the man sighed and looked heavenwards. “Lord why me?” Then he rushed off.
“I take it that was Doctor Beckett,” Conner grinned. “No one told us he was a Scot.”
“Aye, it’s almost like hearing a little bit of home,” Murphy agreed. A few minutes later Cadman was on her way out with the men’s bags, minus their weapons, and Doctor Beckett was on his way back in.
“Sorry lads, but the day the Daedalus arrives is always something of a muddle and now Atlantis has her circuits in a bit of a knot over something. It’s driving the engineers crazy and they’re trying to drag every ATA down to try and take a stab at trying to figure out what’s wrong including me even though they know I’m practically useless with anything other than medical tech. Now, let’s see what’s in your charts.” Doctor Beckett rubbed the back of his neck, while reading the medical files a nurse handed him.
“That’s right,” Conner said as Doctor Beckett took his blood pressure. “You’re ATA positive too, right?”
“Aye,” he grinned at Conner’s accent, “but they know not to bother asking me unless they’re desperate for help.”
“She keeps tugging at me and Murph,” Conner nodded at his brother, “like she wants us to go and look at something, I think. Does she always act like a little kid?”
Doctor Beckett looked puzzled for a moment before he looked up something in Conner’s chart. “Ah, yer ATA percentage is almost as strong as Colonel Sheppard’s, and far stronger than mine. I don’t hear her that clearly. You’ll find that ya and yer brother and the Colonel are in a separate class as far as Atlantis is concerned. The three of ya are practically Ancients to her way of thinking. If she’s tugging at ya, then we’d better make this a quick exam. I need to get yer identifiers down, like yer ink and any scars.”
Conner and Murphy quickly ran through their tattoos and their scars, which were much more numerous. Doctor Beckett took a close look at Murphy’s right eye, where he’d had a run in with a cantankerous horse a few years back, as well as all of the places where they’d been forced to patch themselves up by cauterizing their wounds. “Dear Lord in Heaven,” Beckett breathed. “What on Earth did ya use, a trowel?”
“An iron,” Murphy volunteered as Beckett was examining his arm.
“How did ya get it hot enough? It’s not like ya can just plug the damned thing in,” Beckett tisked.
“We used a propane stove to heat up the metal,” Conner answered as he was tying one of his double holsters back on. He’d had to remove his jeans to his knees so that the doctor could look at another healed scar on his thigh.
Beckett shook his head. “And I thought Ronon was bad,” he muttered. “Alright lads, Laura is back and she’ll take ya to where the engineers are. If Atlantis wants ya, ya’d better go. We’ve learned the hard way that it’s better ta indulge her when she’s in this sorta snit.”
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Atlantis Recon Team 1 had long ago perfected exploring Atlantis. Sheppard dressed only slightly different than he did on a mission off world, leaving his jacket and pack behind. He had the flashlight of his P90 turned on and was checking the rest of his team. McKay had also abandoned his jacket in favor of carrying two laptops as well as a life sign detector. The other two members of ART1 were natives of the Pegasus galaxy; Teyla, who also had her P90 out, and Ronon, who preferred his blaster.
Teyla was the leader of the Athosian people, the first group that the Atlantis expedition had met in the Pegasus galaxy. Now they lived on Lantia’s one continent, protected by those who lived in the city and farming the land. Teyla lived in the city, dividing her time between her people and helping those who lived in Atlantis. She was a skilled diplomat, warrior and trader, something that had more than come in handy over the last couple of years.
Ronon was a survivor of the world Sateda, which had been culled to extinction by the Wraith. He was a warrior who had been turned into a Runner, a living target that the Wraith used both to train their young to hunt and for sport. Runners were immune to Wraith feeding, but as a result of being hunted through the galaxy, and bringing death to any who harbored them, most quickly went insane. Ronon had been a Runner for seven years before meeting ART1 and 2. Their first meeting hadn’t been a genteel one, but in the end Doctor Beckett had removed the Wraith tracking device implanted in his back and Ronon had become a member of the city and ART1.
“Cadman, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be escorting our new civilians around on their first day,” Sheppard growled, seeing said civilians behind the lieutenant.
“Sir, Doctor Beckett says that Atlantis wants them here,” Cadman answered. She had stopped by the armory before bringing Conner, Murphy and Romeo out to the base of the small tower Atlantis had just opened up. All three men now had all of their clips for their respective guns full of bullets, as well as flashlights and radios.
Sheppard closed his eyes and laid a bare hand on the closest wall. He sighed. “You’re right. She does want them here.”
“Apparently you have competition as Atlantis’ golden boy,” McKay snarked.
“Rodney, family is never competition,” Sheppard tossed back. “Isn’t that right boys?” he asked the McManus brothers. He was a bit surprised to see that the brothers had four handguns apiece, worn in two double holsters over jeans and turtlenecks, but figured that their hobby called for as much firepower as they could keep hidden on their persons. He was glad that they hadn’t bothered to hide them from him.
“Aye,” the twins chorused with a smirk.
Rodney looked from the twins to Sheppard and back. “Well, the hair matches at least,” he huffed. “Can we go now?”
“Ronon, take point, Teyla, take our six. Cadman, right flank, I’ve got left. McManus, Romeo, you three watch over Rodney. He’s the figure out what’s going on guy. He’s what’s kept us alive this long.” Sheppard waited, but no one objected to his orders. “Ok, fall out.”
Ronon opened the ground floor door to the small tower and entered slowly, followed by the others. Conner put Romeo at his left, the third point of the triangle that surrounded Rodney. All three men had strapped their flashlights to their predominant arms, leaving their hands free for their weapons. The first room was obviously an entrance room of some kind. There were benches along the two walls to either side of the front door, with shelves over and drawers under the benches. There was another door in the back wall.
“Rodney?” Sheppard asked.
“Clear,” Rodney said, checking his instruments. Sheppard nodded for Ronon to continue on. The next room was simply enormous. It filled the rest of the base of the tower. There was the typical breath taking beauty of Atlantis architecture, with windows letting in light at every opportunity. Along the far wall there was a low bench and along the walls, reaching to the top of the tower were balconies. “I’m not reading any indications of anything, dangerous or not,” Rodney said puzzled. “The only power readings I’m getting are for the light panels, and environmental systems, basic stuff that’s everywhere.”
“It’s a cathedral,” Conner breathed.
Fandoms: The Boondock Saints/Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG15/Teen for violence and swearing
Author: Dragonfan
They were finally here, at long last. Murphy, Conner and Romeo had grabbed up their bags and were waiting their turn to walk down the gangplank. Apparently the only reason that they had been beamed on board the Daedalus in the first place was to preserve the secrecy that the SGC operated under. Romeo had been keeping an eye on the twins ever since their outburst in the conference room. “Are you guys ok?” He tried, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was worried.
It was part of Conner and Murphy’s nature to tease, so even with Atlantis’ technology wreaking havoc with their nerves; they ganged up on their friend. “Hell no, it feels like ants are running up and down our nerves,” Murphy said.
“And each one of those little feet are covered in acid,” continued Conner.
“And they’re dragging sandpaper under their bodies,” said Murphy.
But Romeo had seen the telltale glint in Murphy’s eyes that meant he was teasing. “Alright, enough assholes,” he interrupted. He’d learned that no joke was beyond the twins the first time they’d met. “I’m serious here. You two were really freaked out when everyone else was just a little uncomfortable.”
They laughed, but stopped teasing. “Actually, it’s kind of like Jacob is running around our feet trying to get our attention, saying ‘look, look, look!’ and at the same time giving us the biggest hug he can,” Conner tried to explain.
“But it’s all in the back of our heads,” Murphy finished. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s really fucking weird.”
“Who’s Jacob?” Romeo asked as they finally got their turn to leave the Daedalus.
“Our son, Jacob Noah McManus, he’s three,” Murphy answered. Both twins put their sunglasses on to block the bright sunlight of a Lantia morning.
Up ahead the three of them could see the city’s towers and spires. They’d looked over pictures of Atlantis during the journey, but nothing could have prepared them to experience the city first hand. Murphy and Conner could feel a tugging that they were beginning to associate with Ancient tech and Atlantis in particular. There was something up ahead that Atlantis wanted them to see.
The hustle and bustle of the people surrounding them distracted the twins from Atlantis trying to get their attention. They could hear people being directed to various destinations. It looked like the military personnel were being sent in one direction and the scientists were being sent in another. Two men were directing the traffic, one in military uniform and the other in the scientists’ uniform. The scientist was a slightly chubby man with what looked like a small hand held computer in one hand. The military officer also had one of the computers, but his most identifiable trait was his hair, which stood up in more of a wild manner than Conner’s did.
The three men were the only people in sight who were not wearing a uniform, which is why it was easy for Lt. Cadman to find them. “Gentlemen, welcome to Atlantis. I’m Laura Cadman, Marine lieutenant. I’ve been assigned as your guide for today.
“Now we need to get you to the infirmary for your baseline physicals. While the docs look you over, I’ll be making sure that your personal items are taken to your new quarters. I’ll be back in time to take you to the mess hall for breakfast. After that, we’ll go to orientation for your duty and mentor assignments. The first day here is set aside basically to help you find your way around. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.” Cadman had done this enough times by now that it was almost second nature.
“Yes ma’am,” Conner said. They followed Cadman inside one of the buildings and from there into a small closet like space.
“This is a transporter, kind of similar to the beaming technology that the Daedalus has, only a lot simpler to use,” Cadman explained. She showed them the map on the back of the door. “You simply touch which section of the city you wish to go to.” She demonstrated and then the door opened. Rather than the same room they had just left, there was a corridor filled with people running back and forth between several rooms.
One man, about Romeo’s height, almost ran into Cadman. “Ah good, yer here Laura. I see you managed to beat the rush. Get yer charges inta the main exam room and I’ll be there in a second.” Someone yelled for a Doctor Beckett, and the man sighed and looked heavenwards. “Lord why me?” Then he rushed off.
“I take it that was Doctor Beckett,” Conner grinned. “No one told us he was a Scot.”
“Aye, it’s almost like hearing a little bit of home,” Murphy agreed. A few minutes later Cadman was on her way out with the men’s bags, minus their weapons, and Doctor Beckett was on his way back in.
“Sorry lads, but the day the Daedalus arrives is always something of a muddle and now Atlantis has her circuits in a bit of a knot over something. It’s driving the engineers crazy and they’re trying to drag every ATA down to try and take a stab at trying to figure out what’s wrong including me even though they know I’m practically useless with anything other than medical tech. Now, let’s see what’s in your charts.” Doctor Beckett rubbed the back of his neck, while reading the medical files a nurse handed him.
“That’s right,” Conner said as Doctor Beckett took his blood pressure. “You’re ATA positive too, right?”
“Aye,” he grinned at Conner’s accent, “but they know not to bother asking me unless they’re desperate for help.”
“She keeps tugging at me and Murph,” Conner nodded at his brother, “like she wants us to go and look at something, I think. Does she always act like a little kid?”
Doctor Beckett looked puzzled for a moment before he looked up something in Conner’s chart. “Ah, yer ATA percentage is almost as strong as Colonel Sheppard’s, and far stronger than mine. I don’t hear her that clearly. You’ll find that ya and yer brother and the Colonel are in a separate class as far as Atlantis is concerned. The three of ya are practically Ancients to her way of thinking. If she’s tugging at ya, then we’d better make this a quick exam. I need to get yer identifiers down, like yer ink and any scars.”
Conner and Murphy quickly ran through their tattoos and their scars, which were much more numerous. Doctor Beckett took a close look at Murphy’s right eye, where he’d had a run in with a cantankerous horse a few years back, as well as all of the places where they’d been forced to patch themselves up by cauterizing their wounds. “Dear Lord in Heaven,” Beckett breathed. “What on Earth did ya use, a trowel?”
“An iron,” Murphy volunteered as Beckett was examining his arm.
“How did ya get it hot enough? It’s not like ya can just plug the damned thing in,” Beckett tisked.
“We used a propane stove to heat up the metal,” Conner answered as he was tying one of his double holsters back on. He’d had to remove his jeans to his knees so that the doctor could look at another healed scar on his thigh.
Beckett shook his head. “And I thought Ronon was bad,” he muttered. “Alright lads, Laura is back and she’ll take ya to where the engineers are. If Atlantis wants ya, ya’d better go. We’ve learned the hard way that it’s better ta indulge her when she’s in this sorta snit.”
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Atlantis Recon Team 1 had long ago perfected exploring Atlantis. Sheppard dressed only slightly different than he did on a mission off world, leaving his jacket and pack behind. He had the flashlight of his P90 turned on and was checking the rest of his team. McKay had also abandoned his jacket in favor of carrying two laptops as well as a life sign detector. The other two members of ART1 were natives of the Pegasus galaxy; Teyla, who also had her P90 out, and Ronon, who preferred his blaster.
Teyla was the leader of the Athosian people, the first group that the Atlantis expedition had met in the Pegasus galaxy. Now they lived on Lantia’s one continent, protected by those who lived in the city and farming the land. Teyla lived in the city, dividing her time between her people and helping those who lived in Atlantis. She was a skilled diplomat, warrior and trader, something that had more than come in handy over the last couple of years.
Ronon was a survivor of the world Sateda, which had been culled to extinction by the Wraith. He was a warrior who had been turned into a Runner, a living target that the Wraith used both to train their young to hunt and for sport. Runners were immune to Wraith feeding, but as a result of being hunted through the galaxy, and bringing death to any who harbored them, most quickly went insane. Ronon had been a Runner for seven years before meeting ART1 and 2. Their first meeting hadn’t been a genteel one, but in the end Doctor Beckett had removed the Wraith tracking device implanted in his back and Ronon had become a member of the city and ART1.
“Cadman, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be escorting our new civilians around on their first day,” Sheppard growled, seeing said civilians behind the lieutenant.
“Sir, Doctor Beckett says that Atlantis wants them here,” Cadman answered. She had stopped by the armory before bringing Conner, Murphy and Romeo out to the base of the small tower Atlantis had just opened up. All three men now had all of their clips for their respective guns full of bullets, as well as flashlights and radios.
Sheppard closed his eyes and laid a bare hand on the closest wall. He sighed. “You’re right. She does want them here.”
“Apparently you have competition as Atlantis’ golden boy,” McKay snarked.
“Rodney, family is never competition,” Sheppard tossed back. “Isn’t that right boys?” he asked the McManus brothers. He was a bit surprised to see that the brothers had four handguns apiece, worn in two double holsters over jeans and turtlenecks, but figured that their hobby called for as much firepower as they could keep hidden on their persons. He was glad that they hadn’t bothered to hide them from him.
“Aye,” the twins chorused with a smirk.
Rodney looked from the twins to Sheppard and back. “Well, the hair matches at least,” he huffed. “Can we go now?”
“Ronon, take point, Teyla, take our six. Cadman, right flank, I’ve got left. McManus, Romeo, you three watch over Rodney. He’s the figure out what’s going on guy. He’s what’s kept us alive this long.” Sheppard waited, but no one objected to his orders. “Ok, fall out.”
Ronon opened the ground floor door to the small tower and entered slowly, followed by the others. Conner put Romeo at his left, the third point of the triangle that surrounded Rodney. All three men had strapped their flashlights to their predominant arms, leaving their hands free for their weapons. The first room was obviously an entrance room of some kind. There were benches along the two walls to either side of the front door, with shelves over and drawers under the benches. There was another door in the back wall.
“Rodney?” Sheppard asked.
“Clear,” Rodney said, checking his instruments. Sheppard nodded for Ronon to continue on. The next room was simply enormous. It filled the rest of the base of the tower. There was the typical breath taking beauty of Atlantis architecture, with windows letting in light at every opportunity. Along the far wall there was a low bench and along the walls, reaching to the top of the tower were balconies. “I’m not reading any indications of anything, dangerous or not,” Rodney said puzzled. “The only power readings I’m getting are for the light panels, and environmental systems, basic stuff that’s everywhere.”
“It’s a cathedral,” Conner breathed.