Disclaimer: Royal Pains belongs to USA network. SG-A belongs to SciFi and both are property of some production company I don't know the name of. No infringement intended.

SGA & Royal Pains Crossover.

Summary: The season is over and Hank has come to the realization that he truly was Jill Casey's "summer guy". Then a client makes HankMed a proposal that none of the three can refuse and suddenly MSG takes on a whole new meaning.

A/N: I started writing this before the finale, so none of those events count or take place.

MSG 1:

Hank paced around the kitchen table and stared blindly at the room. All the training he had for his craft could do nothing to help the patient in front of him. The sobs from the female nearly broke his heart. The emotions were running hot, but he was helpless to comfort her. He stopped at an empty chair and sat down next to her, running his hand comfortingly across her arm.

"Divya, I'll think of something," he said trying to be as supportive as possible.

"Hank, there's nothing you can do," she moaned dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "My engagement party is in three days. Three days and my parents are expecting me to just stop doing the thing that I love to move to…to London."

Hank shook his head and leaned back into the chair with a sigh of defeat. It was pointless to ask her to tell her parents the truth about her goals. Based on what she had told the Lawson brothers and their own experiences it was clear that the Katdara's were old fashioned. An arranged marriage in 2009? Hank rolled his eyes. Short of Divya going into the witness protection program, he didn't see any way to get her out of a marriage that she didn't want any part of. Before he could say another thing, his cell phone rang. The caller ID told him it was Evan.

"Hey," Hank answered standing up from the table.

"Henry, remember that general dude you worked on at the Hampton country club two weeks ago?"

"Yes."

"Well, I just ran into him at the pier and he wanted to know if you could come over here and meet him for coffee," Evan said.

It was clear by the tone in Evan's voice that he was leaving something out, Hank knew his brother all too well. But unless it was a medical emergency, Hank's priority was Divya at this moment. "Why?"

"Ah, he ah …. wants to talk to you," Evan said quickly. "He's down here with another guy packing some heat," Evan added whispering heavily into the phone.

"What?" Hank questioned when he heard Evan mumbling.

"So you'll be on your way in fifteen, twenty minutes then?" Evan said avoiding the question.

"Sure Ev," Hank assured him glancing back at Divya. "I'll see you there." He ended the call and dropped the phone back in his pocket. "Div I gotta go," he said walking back to her side.

"I know," she said looking up at him with puffy red eyes. "And I know you will do your best to help me with my problem. Thank you Hank."

…~…

An hour later, Hank's head was spinning with details of an expedition needing a MacGyver-like doctor for a convenient nine month commitment. The words military and mission were all flooding his mind. Evan sat wordless at the table, completely stunned with the offer that was laid out in front of them. On one hand Hank was suspicious and on the other he saw the answer to Divya's situation. No matter how he diced it, he wasn't exactly comfortable with the terms. Hank sized the two men up carefully as he considered his options.

He had treated General Jack O'Neil a few weeks ago after a small fender bender via golf cart occurred at the country club. The other man at the table had been introduced as Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Both were spewing data about what they needed like fast talking used car salesmen. They could probably sell swamp land to a priest, Hank thought before he said anything aloud.

"I'm flattered by the offer General," Hank finally said. "But we have a business…."

"You can put on doctor on retainer while you're gone," Mitchell fired back like he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Your brother can continue to run the business while you are away."

"We kind of have a good thing going here and I'm not so sure that we're ready to leave." Hank replied shaking his head.

"Let's talk about that Hank," O'Neil said leaning into the table. "This offer is just what you're looking for in more ways than one. Your current living arrangements? That Boris chump is on about ten international watch-lists for funding terrorist fronts. You just got dumped by your summer fling and your PA is about to be the bride in an arranged marriage with a guy she hasn't seen since she was ten. The way I see it, this expedition and you were meant to be."

The words sliced him like a knife. How the hell could he know all of that? Hank wondered glancing at Evan. Did Evan spill the beans? Is Boris funding terrorists? Holding his best poker face, Hank stared back at the general. "Can I have a moment to talk to my brother?" Hank asked. He watched the general nod and stood up, pulling Evan along with him.

"What did you tell him?" Hank questioned Evan as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Nothing, I swear," Evan spurted out. He held his hand up. "Scouts honor."

"Then how does he know all that about us … Divya, you, me…"

"And the Jank," Evan muttered. He quickly changed his tune when he realized Hank was hesitant. "But, dude… this is the answer to Divya's problem," Evan added shrugging his shoulder.

"I don't like it," Hank said shoving his hands in his pocket.

"I don't like it either. You think I want to be left in the Hamptons all winter while you and Divya are off in some tropical paradise cataloging bugs and worms? Not to mention who are we going to get to work on retainer?" Evan rambled on while Hank was deep in thought. "And what's going to happen to me if Boris comes back? He's on a terrorist watch list? He'll probably feed me to the shark."

"I highly doubt if he's really on a watch list," Hank countered resting his hands on his hips. "General O'Neil was golfing with Boris at the country club when I treated him."

'"Don't you know that old saying … keep your friends close, your enemies closer?" Evan replied. "The guy is one big huge secret. Need I remind you that he threatened to off me about that fish swimming in his basement?"

Hank stared out at the bay and let it all sink in. Boris was keeping secrets and he did threaten Evan and for all he knew, the guy probably was on a watch list for something, although he hardly thought it was for funding terrorist interests. Divya was in a bind and this was certainly an answer to that. Jill was back with her husband. And Evan …. Evan could probably handle himself here all winter…. Maybe. He walked back to the table where O'Neil and Mitchell were waiting.

"I'll agree to this with a couple of conditions," Hank said holding his index finger in the air.

"Why does everyone always have to have conditions?" Jack asked Colonel Mitchell. He watched Cameron shrug his shoulder and chuckle. O'Neil rolled his eyes and looked back at Hank. "Let's hear it."

"There's this law suit hanging..."

"Done," O'Neil interrupted. "What else?"

"My brother goes with me."

General O'Neil held Hank's gaze for a moment and then glanced toward Evan standing a few feet away. "The accountant?" he muttered watching Evan try to act like he wasn't eavesdropping. "We got any jobs for an accountant on the expedition?" O'Neil asked Mitchell.

"He could count, balance the books, take inventory," Cam replied tilting his head in thought. "Or just really really annoy the hell out of McKay."

"Perfect," O'Neil replied with a sly smile. "That can be arranged."

"Great," Hank said dropping his hands to his side. "Then I guess we'll go."

"Okay. You have forty eight hours to make your arrangements," O'Neil said standing up from the table. He handed a business card to Hank. "Call this number if you need any assistance. The project name is Atlantis. We'll be in touch about your transportation arrangements."

"Forty-eight hours? I'm not sure if we can wrap it up that quickly," Hank remarked with a perplexed expression on his face.

"Welcome to the military Dr. Lawson," Colonel Mitchell chuckled walking away from the table.

…~…

"It's amazing what a person can do with forty eight hours when they put their mind to it," Hank commented as he watched Evan park his car in the garage on Ms. Newburg's property.

"Yeah, when you get out the whip," Evan grumbled taking one last look at the car. "Where's Divya?"

"She's dropping the truck off at Dr. Welby's," Hank said walking down the driveway. He shoved his hands in his pockets and reflected on the whirlwind tour he had taken since General O'Neil put the offer on the table.

Everything fell into place quickly with Divya and Ms. Newburg's help. HankMed contracted with a retired area doctor to continue care for the existing clientele. Evan arranged for billing to go through a third party administrator. Ms. Newburg allowed Evan and Hank to put their vehicles in storage in one of her six garages. The final two items, Divya and Boris were resolved almost as easily… in fact too easily.

When Hank informed Boris he was moving out temporarily, the older man just smiled. After a few minutes of prodding, Hank discovered that General O'Neil and Boris were old friends and he recommended Hank for the expedition. The watch list comment was just persuasive bull O'Neil spewed to convince Hank to sign up. Hank was with Divya when she told Raj that she was leaving on the expedition. Raj agreed with Divya that the engagement was a mistake and then dropped his own bombshell by telling her he was gay. Needless to say, the engagement was dissolved without further comment from Divya's or Raj's family.

"Hello? Henry are you listening to me? Of course you're not," Evan called to him waving his hand in front of Hank's face.

"What?" Hank questioned his brother as they neared the waiting cab to take them back to Boris' mansion.

"How is Divya getting back to the house?"

"Raj is dropping her off," Hank replied opening the door. "Are you all packed?"

"Yeah, I have my two approved bags packed appropriately," Evan replied with an annoyed tone. "The way that checklist was designed, I feel like we're heading off to summer camp."

"It's the military Ev," Hank replied. "Get used to it."

The cab dropped them off at the house fifteen minutes later. Divya was already on the terrace with her bags. Hank was coming down the stairs with his when his cell phone rang.

"Hank, General O'Neil," the hearty voice greeted him over the line. "I take it that everyone is ready?" he asked, although it wasn't really a question.

"Yeah," Hank grunted walking into the living room. "Divya, Evan and I are all here, ready to go."

"Okay then," O'Neil had barely responded when the three and their bags were transported to a conference room on the Daedulas. "Welcome aboard," O'Neil greeted them as the three eyeballed their change in location. "Oh, that pins and needles sensation will go away in a moment. You remember Colonel Mitchell? This is Colonel Caldwell, commander of the Daedulas. He'll be taking you to your final destination."

Evan was the first to speak. After he turned around with a stunned expression glued to his face he realized he could see Earth through the window. "Are we in …. space?" he guffawed.

"Let me guess, the general failed to tell you that part?" Caldwell commented glancing at O'Neil and Mitchell

"It was such a minor detail," Mitchell said shrugging his shoulders.

Caldwell rolled his eyes and addressed the three space virgins in front of him. "The answer to your question is yes. Yes we are in space. The journey to our destination will take approximately three weeks," Caldwell informed them. "Any questions you have during that time, you can address to Lieutenant Simon or Lieutenant Ryder," he added gesturing to the two female Lieutenants flanking him. "Now if you follow Lieutenant Ryder, she'll take you to your assigned quarters for the trip."

TBC