Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime/manga Death Note, or the Stargate/Stargate: Atlantis franchise. (the OCs are mine)

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AN: Yes, a new fic. I have decided to post the first chapters of a lot of my works. partly because it takes me so long to post and then suddenly my original idea isn't so original anymore (had that happen more than a few times XD) I have up to chapter 11 of this written so far. Updates will probably be monthly.

For those who have not seen the Stargate movie, or subsequent shows (mainly Stargate:Atlantis, for this purpose) you may want to as I use the world (not the characters).

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"Reluctant Heroes"

-If anyone had said three years ago that he would have escaped that mans clutches and traveled outside their known galaxy, he would have laughed straight in their face.-

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-Prologue-

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He watched as a tall blond waltzed into the gateroom with a P-90 in hand, blue BDUs and boots all in perfect order—too perfect. But he was convinced that would change by the end of the mission. There was certain to be dirt or mud somewhere; always was.

The guy was russian—as the patch on his arm stated—with his hair pulled tight at the nape of his neck, though short strands hung loose. That was not standard hair length for any military. One could even say it was a liability, so why was he in charge of the team? One of the Americans would have been better suited; though who was he to complain when he was an Irishman?

Matt adjusted his pack and the laptop case in his hand for the third time, as sharp blue eyes darted over to him. It was punctuated by a scowl. Had he mentioned he was a techie? A few doctorates, including computer sciences and engineering among them. The military hated the scientists and the feeling was mutual. Those order abiding thugs got in the way of the data and ruined many conclusions based upon mission time-tables. He hated to know what they said about the scientists.

This was his first time off-world. Well unless one wanted to count the wormhole from Earth to Atlantis almost four months ago. So not only was he from the science department, but he was a newbie by the Majors standards. This was so not going to be fun.

"Lieutenants Hendriks and Abate, are you good to go?" The blond snapped and adjusted his earpiece as he nodded to the expeditions civilian lead, Dr. Quillsh Wammy, who watched from the balcony above.

"Sir." Two almost simultaneous affirmative responses sounded off and Matt rolled his eyes.

"and you?" The Major asked him, frown moving even further downwards as he viewed Matt.

"I have a name. You might want to get used to calling it, blondie." Matt gave a smirk and listened to a few sniggers from the men closest to hearing. Which was about everyone in the gateroom. Oops? "But sure, i'm all set."

If the russian was going to be an ass, then Matt, as a civilian, was hardly going to take it laying down. He may be in charge of the mission but not of him.

"Listen you-"

"Now, now. Major Keehl, Dr. Jeevas the two of you will need to behave on this mission. Dr. Sopporo believes there is great value in sending a second team to help with the repairs for the Ancient console. Perhaps we may even discover that the systems in the lab are still operational. I trust the both of you will work well to ensure this?"

Dr. Mail-"Matt"-Jeevas sighed and with a nod, took his place in the middle of the team. He had not been given a weapon yet and to be honest he did not feel like having to prove he was more than capable using one. This was supposed to only be a technical support mission anyway, what need were the guns?

"Fine. We are all set. Dial the gate." Major Mihael-"Mello"-Keehl said; though in a lower tone he grumbled "the sooner we are there the sooner I can leave."

Did Matt mention that the Major refused to allow the use of his first name by anyone? Yeah, like him, he used a nickname. He preferred—if in a non-rank and file situation—to be addressed as Mello. It was the most absurd thing Matt had ever heard. But he was Russian, and they were crazy anyway.

Matt waited patiently as the wormhole to PX9008 was established and they were cleared to go through. Bracing himself as he stepped forward into the event horizon, Matt could not have guessed what awaited them on the other side.

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-End Prologue-

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AN: There has been much debate as to whether or not this counts as a xover. I decided to not post it as one, but if anyone believes there is an issue feel free to contact me, I can always change that :)

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Thoughts?