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The Sentinel WIP #1: Ancient Stronghold: Jim/Blair, John/Rodney.  Yes, another crossover.  The earth has been attacked by the Goa’uld and Jim and Blair are on the run.

Ancient Stronghold

Jim kept a firm grip on Blair's arm as they both ran for their lives.  They'd both barely escaped being blown up by that last blast by inches.  Jim's ears were still ringing, and both he and Blair were bleeding from dozens of small wounds.

They'd tried to take a stand.  He and the rest of the Major Crime group, but this enemy, these aliens--and Jim still hadn't wrapped his mind around that--seemed indestructible.  They were surrounded by force-fields, and bullets bounced right off of them.

They also had these weapons that looked like long spears, but they were capable of putting a hole as big as a bowling ball in a human being.  They'd taken down Simon, Rafe, Henri, and Connor in seconds.  The few remaining cops, Joel among them, had scattered when it became all too clear that they were about to be slaughtered.

Everything in Jim wanted to fight, but keeping his Guide safe was more important.  Once he had Blair someplace safe, he could come back, find someone with the right weapons, and stand with them.

"Jesus, Jim," Blair gasped behind him.  "Look at the sky."

Jim took a second to look up and realized the sky was full of ships.  He'd thought he'd lost track of time, and that dusk was falling.  But that wasn't the case at all.  There were hundreds of ships in the sky, as far as the eye could see.  Too many to fight.

He heard one of those spear-like weapons fire up from a distance, and he ducked into an alley with Blair, pushing him behind him, not a second before the blast hit right where he'd been standing.

Blair wiped tears from his eyes.  "You sure he was dead?  You sure Simon and the others were dead?"

"Yes," Jim said tersely.  No one lived with a hole that big in your chest.  Their hearts had been disintegrated.

"Jesus."  Blair rested his forehead against Jim's back.  Jim could hear him try to hold back a sob.  "What the fuck is happening?  What are those things?"

Jim had no idea   They looked human; but they weren't.  Not with their eyes glowing like that, and their superhuman power, and their weird amplified voices.  Not to mention the countless spaceships, and alien technology, and their apparent goal of eliminating all human life.  "I don't know," Jim said.  He had no frigging idea what they were, if they were everywhere on the planet, or just here in Cascade--which was unlikely--and most importantly, he didn't know where to take Blair that was safe.

He knew, as much as he didn't want to admit it, if they sent this much of a force to Cascade, Washington, that the larger metropolitan areas must be inundated.  But the fact that they had come to Cascade, told Jim that they were probably all over the world.  There was no other explanation for their appearance here. 

All around him, the aliens were breaking into every building, searching all rooms.  Jim could hear the screams of people hurting, and a part of him was dying that he wasn't helping.  His tribe was being destroyed.  He turned around and pulled Blair into his arms, burying his nose into Blair's thick curls.  At least he had Blair.  It was the only reason his senses weren't already at zone out levels.  There was no doubt in Jim's mind that he would have gotten lost in his senses desperately searching for his Guide.  If they hadn't been together when the attack had started--Jim shook his head.  He didn't even want to think about it.

"I'm okay," Blair assured him, patting Jim's back.  "I'm right here."  He hugged Jim tightly, though, adding, "Jim, what if we hadn't been together?" unknowingly echoing Jim's thoughts.

"I'd have found you," Jim said.  Or died trying, he added silently.  He could hear footsteps running--no doubt the owner of the weapon that had missed them.  "We have to go."  He stepped back reluctantly, out of Blair's embrace, took a second to notice the severe exhaustion on his friend's face, then forced himself to ignore it by pushing Blair ahead of him, down the alley.  They'd been running for hours, with no time to plan or even to think.  If he had, Jim wouldn't have ducked them down an alleyway. 

Fortunately this alley crisscrossed another one, so Jim drew them down that way, wanting to get out of sight of whoever was chasing them.  Beside him, Blair stumbled; only Jim catching him by the elbow kept him from landing on his knees.  "Hang in there," Jim cautioned.  They couldn't stop now.

He started trying doors on the second alleyway, not really wanting to run out into the main street the alley poured out onto.  He knew every main street had aliens on guard.  Huge men with tattoos on their forehead, all armed to the teeth. 

As he felt for the last door on the alleyway and found it locked as well, Jim cursed under his breath.  They were running out of choices, either force a door, which would be recognizable to those following, turn back toward the alien that was chasing them, or go out onto the main street and risk running into more.

He chose the main street, hoping against hope that there would be another place of safety they could tuck into long enough to catch their breath.

His hand still on Blair's arm, Jim cautiously approached the street.  He knew he'd made the wrong decision when one of the alien soldiers stepped into view, aiming his weapon right at the two of them.  Fully expecting to feel the heat of the blast, Jim was surprised when, instead, the man yelled something at them, pointing toward the center of town.

"What?" Jim asked stupidly.

"He's not speaking English," Blair reminded him in a harsh whisper.  "Just go where he's pointing."

Right.  Keeping himself between Blair and the spear weapon, Jim stumbled forward.  The alien prodded him with the spear, yelling the word again.  It sounded something like 'kree', and Jim could hear it being yelled all over the town center.  When he was fully on the street, Jim could see that the aliens weren't, in fact, killing everyone.  They were rounding up everyone who wasn't dead in the center of town, at the small park there.  Everyone looked as exhausted as Jim and Blair did.

As he and Blair made their way to the park, these…rings…Jim couldn't think of a better word, sort of like one of those ring toys for kids, the brightly colored ones that you put on a plastic tower.  It fell to Earth with a loud clang, landing over a group of people who were screaming in fear.  When the rings lifted away, they took the people with them.  On the ground was half of a body where the rings had literally cut him in half.

"Oh," Blair gasped, coming to an abrupt stop.  "Oh, God."  Then Blair let out a scream, his mouth gaping in a rictus of pain.

Jim stared at him for a second, too tired to figure out what was happening, but then an angry light streamed from Blair's eyes and mouth, and that was when Jim saw that one of the aliens was touching Blair with some alien technology, something that looked like a small pitchfork.  "Stop it!" Jim yelled, shoving the man away, knowing he was signing his own death warrant.

The stick was removed from Blair, and shoved at him, and Jim let out his own scream; impossible to stay silent with this type of pain coursing through him feeling like he was being flayed alive from the inside out.  When it was finally pulled away, both he and Blair were on their knees, gasping for breath.

The tall soldier who had captured them was yelling at them, no doubt to get up, and the look of anger and total lack of compassion, made Jim force himself to respond.  He staggered to his feet, pulling Blair up beside him.

The rings came down again, and the people huddled together, no one wanting the fate of the last man who hadn't stood close enough.  Jim had no idea what waited for them on one of the alien ships, but he knew it was nothing good. 

He was pushed forward again, a few feet closer now to the rings, and Jim surreptitiously looked around for someplace to run.  If the opportunity presented itself, he'd rather take his chances here.  "Can you run," he said softly to Blair.

"Yes," Blair said back in exhausted determination.

Jim didn't even know why he asked.  Blair was always equal to the physical demands placed on him.  He was like a terrier, all scrap and energy.  Even today, when life as they knew it was falling to pieces, Blair would somehow pull it together and give Jim what he needed.

Under the guise of helping Blair stay standing, Jim pulled him close.  "I love you," he said quietly.  "I always have."

Blair's eyes shone, even through his weariness, and he smiled at Jim.  "Me, too."

That was all the respite they got, though, as they were shoved again by the large alien behind them.  Despite keeping an eye out, Jim couldn't see where they could go.  The aliens were everywhere, defending every street.  Running right now would be a death sentence.  At least on the ship they'd be alive.  That was assuming they'd be allowed to stay together.  Jim's heart raced at the thought of the two of them being separated.

Then, almost like the cartoons, where the smell of a fresh cooking pie placed on the counter of an outside window curled around the nose of an animal, luring them in, something touched Jim much the same way.

There was an antique store a few feet from where they were standing.  He and Blair had been in it before, mostly to poke fun at the stupid stuff inside.  Neither of them had never been one to understand the appeal of antiques.  Jim liked new and contemporary, and Blair liked cheap and simple, or cultural.  Needless to say, most everything in the store stunk to high heaven to a Sentinel's nose.

He stared at the store front, wondering why he felt so drawn to it right now.  It looked the same as always, except for the fact that the door was being held open by the body of the proprietor.  Jim had to look away for a moment; his eyes stinging with tears at his uselessness to save his city.

"We need to go in that store, Chief," Jim whispered.

Blair sent him a confused look but nodded.

They were shoved again, and harsh words were yelled at them, no doubt telling them to stop talking.  A few more steps and they'd be away from the store, and that meant Jim needed a diversion right now.

As if on cue, the rings dropped again when people weren't expecting it, and the screams as people lost limbs and worse, provided the distraction Jim needed.  "Now," he said, pushing Blair. 

Gamely, Blair took off for the stores and was inside, leaping over the dead proprietor in a matter of seconds, Jim right behind him.  He heard the sound of the alien's weapon charging, and ran faster.  As Jim got inside the shop, he felt a blast of pain singeing his side.

"Jim!" Blair yelled, worriedly.

"Go! Go!" Jim yelled.  "Go upstairs."

The two of them ran like crazy, dashing up the stairs, and Jim was grateful that they were on the back side of the store, making them unavailable as a target for a moment.  He kept listening for loud steps, but no one had come into the store yet.  Maybe their guard knew they really had no where to go, and was making sure things were settled outside before following them.

"Where?" Blair gasped out at the top of the stairs.

That was when Jim heard the sound of stomping feet entering the store below.  "Fuck," he cursed.  "That door," he pointed, still feeling a pull.

With barely a look, trusting his Sentinel, something that Jim would bask in later, assuming they lived through this, Blair threw the door open.  Jim pushed him inside.  It looked like a spare bedroom turned junk room.  There was crap everywhere.  Piles of magazines and yellowed newspaper on the bed, every inch of wall space was filled with old photographs and old fashioned pictures with gold ornate frames.  The floor was covered with a mishmash of rugs barely seen under all the pieces of furniture, including cribs, rocking chairs, and end tables. 

"What are we doing?" Blair asked in fear.  "Tell me you have a plan."

The feet were on the stairs now.

That was when Jim saw it.  "That," he said, pointing at an odd shaped mirror on the far corner of the room.  He had no idea how a mirror was going to help them, but he was sure that was what had pulled him in here.

"A mirror?" Blair asked incredulously.  "What, like Alice in Wonderland?"

So much for blind faith, Jim thought wryly to himself.  "Just go."

They fought their way through the junk on the room, pushing aside end tables, and a rocking horse with broken springs.  Something crunched under Jim's feet and he looked down and saw Christmas ornaments strewn about.

"There's no reflection," Blair said in wonder, even as he reached out and touched the frame.

As soon as he touched it, an image appeared of a storage room.  It was dark, and not very appealing.  If Jim wasn't feeling such an overpowering urge to touch the mirror, he might have stood to face and deal with what would be coming through the door behind them any second.

"Come on," Jim said, hoping whatever he was putting his faith in, would prove trustworthy.  Their lives depended on it.    

"Come on, where?" Blair complained, but he didn't stop Jim from grabbing his arm.

Just as Jim reached out to touch the mirror, he heard the whine of a weapon discharge, and Blair cried out and sagged at his side.  Terrified, he clutched Blair's now limp body tightly and touched the mirror. 

In an instant, he found himself on the other side of the mirror, in that small storage room.  He heard one of the alien's let out an enraged bellow, and heard weapons firing again.  Not knowing if it would help, he touched the frame of the mirror, only to stumble in relief when the surface of the mirror went flat again.

He continued to stumble when Blair's weight pulled on him, and he fell to his knees, laying Blair down, terrified he'd find his Guide dead or dying, bleeding to death on the cement floor.

But, after a thorough search, Jim could find no wounds.  Blair was just unconscious.  The terror of the day, and the nonstop running, finally caught up with Jim.  He didn't think he could move another foot even if Blair's life depended on him.  He inched back against a wall of the storage room, dragging Blair with him.  Then, situating Blair against his chest where Jim could wrap his arms around him, Jim descended into an exhausted sleep.

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