Okay woot with Clever Planning and motivation I finally got around to starting that fic! I really hope you guys enjoy this and I get this done for NaNoWriMo.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters in this fic...if I did the story would be MUCH Different.

The Man of a Different Galaxy

And Thus It Begins:

Run, just run and in the name of god's good graces do not stop!

My legs are screaming in agony as I run through the corridors of this dark and dismal place. Of course in my tenure here in the Pegasus Galaxy it is not the the first time I found myself running. Mostly I found myself running away from danger...but now I find myself running towards it.

I was never the type of man to thrust himself into conflict, even when Harry was teethering on the edge of breaking the church...I found a way to keep my lips sealed. I never took pleasure in watching men suffer, even when I watched heretics burn for their crimes. Their screaming would pierce my ears and stay with me for days.

But now...it's different. The idea of murder and the idea of shedding blood of people who do not deserve god's gift of inhabiting the universe entices me to no end. I don't know how many men I have killed running through these hallways but as the bullets to my P-90 rip through the bodies of the Genii, and their blood splashes on the wall and my face. I remain unaffected...in fact.

July 6th was to be a significant day in my life...that was the day I was scheduled to be beheaded on the King's order, the day I would face martyrdom. I don't know whether if it was some cruel taunt by god or the devil that today, the day the old me died, happens to fall centuries later on July 6th. When I refer to the old me, I refer to the saintly side that followed the will of god and let even the most evil of men get away with their crimes. He was a man that saw the good in everyone and believed everyone should be redeemed, it was no longer the case.

St. Thomas More, as I was mockingly nicknamed by my peers in Harry's court, was brutally murdered by Acastus Kolya the moment he began torturing my 12th Great Grandson, my legacy and the closest thing I have left to a child. From the ashes rose the new me, the name and persona given to me by the People of Atlantis, Dr. Thomas More who is going to send that monster to the depths of hell where he belongs.

"I believe you are approaching the where John is being held," Rodney's voice says in my ear through the radio. The voice of the man I made love to for the first time just hours before is somewhat soothing, but it does nothing to calm my nerves. "about 50 feet I say, I am reading two heat signatures...if I am correct, Commander Kolya may be in there with him."

I slow myself down ever so slightly as I begin to approach the door.

"Good," I respond quietly with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, "the rescue mission should be a bit more...how should I put it challenging in a rather entertaining way."

"Are you crazy?" Rodney screams on the radio as I eased my back against the wall. He was always quick to object when he deemed something to be impossible or dangerous. "You already have busted shoulder...he's a highly trained fighter...he's going to rip you to shreds!"

Rodney's voice begins to drain out as I turn my back against the wall right next to the slightly opened door. I close my eyes and take a long deep breath. I can hear it all now. The sound of Kolya's defiant scowl, the sound of skin hitting on skin and worst of all John's pain oh god, reaches my ears. But it isn't as bad as it was hours ago when Kolya fed him to that forsaken wraith…..I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritūs Sancti I whisper in Latin as I cross myself, praying that god will give me the strength to let me fufil my duty.

As a father, as a diplomat and above all as a Lantean.

I do not hesitate. Quickly with my foot a break down the door and walk in slowly with my gun raised, surveying the scene in front of me. Miraculously, by some miracle, I quickly observe that John's appearance somehow regressed back to his normal age. Yet he is a mess. His face sports a few cuts and bruises and he lies bound, hands out in front of him.

Kolya stands in front of him, his back is turned towards me. His foot is raised to ready to kick his body again. But I don't give him a chance.

"KOLYA!" I roar, my voice vibrating throughout the walls of the Dungeon.

Kolya turns to face me. His eyes are filled with anger and at the same time victory. A wicked grin forms on his face.

And the only thing I do with my feet planted on the ground is grin back.

Checkmate.

MUHAHAHAHAHA and here's where it ends for now! Don't worry it gets better. Remember guys...reviews = Love and cookies from me