The Sentinels: Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Jack hated a lot of people, Goa’uld, Politicians, Replicators, doctors, but he really hated people who threatened him. He didn’t hate anyone who made a threat, no, he hated those whom he knew would make good. Daniel, someone had found about him and Daniel, and threatened his mortal lover. This person had SGC clearance, they called his office phone directly and told him that if he didn’t let Daniel go, Daniel would die.
That threw him into a bad mood and he became intolerably caustic to everyone on the base. It got so bad that Walter actually developed a back bone and suggested he go home. Jack considered it and took it, his emotions were affecting his ability to work and he needed a place of peace and quiet to work out his problems.
His current problems were thrown out the window and replaced however, when he got home and found it trashed. His initial response was anger, uncontrolled anger at whomever had done this to his home, his and Daniel’s safe place, but it was soon replaced with an eerie calm. He’d get the bastard back, he just had to take a look around first and inspect the full extent of the damage.
He walked around carefully, inspecting the overturned furniture, smashed glass and Daniel’s broken artifacts. Daniel’s books had miraculously survived the attack and lay intact on their shelf. Someone was going to get yelled at Jack thought as he picked up an olive wood carving Daniel had been given by his parents before their death. Saddened, Jack’s eyes glowed unconsciously, the broken halves glowed and they merged together again. Sighing, not even berating himself for his use of powers he set it on the center of a table and continued to repair the more valuable items that littered their house.
He straightened the furniture, replaced ‘artifacts’, a few books and pictures. The glass he swept up and threw out, there was no sense in repairing whatever was broken. As he did this he cleaned and took an inventory, to see if anything had been stolen. So far, as he walked to the bedroom, nothing had.
Jack pushed the door open and felt his anger spike. Whomever had done this had to have been homophobic, clothes had been thrown around and torn, the bed sheets were shredded, everything was destroyed.
He froze at the sound of a cocking gun, and turned around slowly. Looking at him coldly was a buff, dark haired and eyed man wearing dark colours. His lips were snarled in disgust and there was pure hatred shining in his eyes.
“Am I to assume you were the one who called me at work?”Jack asked carefully.
“That’s right you little fag. How is it that the great Jack O’Neill can suddenly likes it up the ass?”
“My preferences do not need to be explained to the likes of you.”
The man whipped the muzzle of the gun across his face. Jack bit back an angered outcry and refrained from any retaliation. He didn’t fear dying, he would just come back, but he didn’t want to revive suddenly in the hospital or in front of Daniel. That would be hard to explain.
“Do you really want an answer?” Jack asked annoyed.
“I’d rather not,” came the strained answer.
“What do you want?” Jack asked after a tense moment.
“I already told you.”
“Then why come here?”
“To bring the threat home.”
The gun lowered and fired. Jack’s eyes rolled as pain exploded in his upper left leg. He sank to the ground, not caring that the man was getting away, not caring that he was bleeding all over the damned carpet. He could feel a poison running though his body, a poison the bullet had been covered in. He didn’t take the time to wonder why the bastard would try to kill him when he wanted him to give up Daniel, his body was busy purging the poison finding it a greater threat than the bullet wound.
Of course the poison was the greater threat, but loss of blood was quickly catching up and he knew, with all his superiority he wouldn’t be able to repair both in time. His vision blurring, he leaned back, closed his eyes and called out to his children.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
When Daniel got home he felt his world turn Antarctic cold. A man he’d never seen before was with Jack, touching him almost intimately and Jack had that look of pure content on his face he only got after sex or a really deep kiss. The unknown man was looking at him in surprise, almost as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. Then Daniel caught the sent, that sent that Jack liked so much, that scent he’d thrown away and that Jack hadn’t yet known was missing.
“You bastard,” Daniel cried.
He turned quickly, missing Jack’s shocked and confused look, and left the house. He ignored Jack calling his name, slamming the door behind him and making a blinded bee line for his car. When a had grabbed his shoulder he spun around and swung his fist.
“Ah,” he cried, as the man caught his fist and twisted it away, but not extremely painfully.
“Come back into the house Daniel.”
Anger surged through him, he lashed out with his other fist only to have it caught as well. He tried to struggle out of the man’s grip but it was too strung. Tears stung his eyes, he just wanted to get away. The man tugged him towards the house, he refused and struggled even harder. He pivoted, jabbed his elbow into the man’s stomach, freeing himself, and ran to his car. Jumping into his car, he locked the doors and with tears streaming down his face he started it. As he pulled out he could see Jack standing in the door way, talking to the man, holding him back. Jack was allowing him to leave, allowing him to walk out of his life.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
“You’re just going to let him leave?" Caius asked his father, watching Daniel drive away.
"For now," Came the answer. "I can’t go after him until I’m healed and he obviously doesn’t like you, for some reason. He’ll come back."
"I don’t think he will, you didn’t see his eyes."
"What do you mean."
Caius turned around and looked at his father seriously, "I think he though you were cheating on him."
His father stared, before denying it fiercely, "That’s bullshit."
Caius narrowed his eyes, "I’ve never met Daniel before, to him I’m a strange man in your house. We both know he didn’t see your wound."
"That’s this one time though, why would he suddenly jump to that conclusion?"
Caius sighed, annoyed at his father’s blindness, "Back into the house where we can continue this privately, you don’t need your neighbours listening."
"Yes mother," his father answered like a displeased child.
Caius shook his head and walked in, flopping into the armchair while his father carefully sat on the couch. He didn’t want to have this conversation, his father already had enough worries on his mind with the shooting and Sagi, but now that Daniel had taken off, he had to tell him, make him face the music.
"Daniel has no reason to think I’m cheating on him."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Caius set himself for what was to come, "Are you sure Daniel didn’t wake up when I was here last month?"
His father nodded, "He didn’t mention anything if he was."
"Is anything missing?" Caius knew this was the deciding question.
His father pondered that for a moment, tilting his head, "No...well, actually yes, but it’s not important."
"Let me decide that for myself seeing as how I’m not emotionally involved in this conflict," Caius snapped.
His father glared at him, "My expensive cologne."
"Fuck," Caius groaned. His father looked at him puzzled, "It’s the same stuff I’m wearing today, the same stuff I was wearing last month. He had to have been up last month dad, he recognizes me by my scent.”
“Shit,” his father cursed, standing up. Caius stood as well. “I need to find him, I can’t believe he thought I was cheating on him.”
“That will have to wait Sentinel, you have more pressing matters to attend to.”
Caius whirled round and saw Hitara, one of his father’s former wives and Kitana’s mother.
“More pressing matters?” His father snapped, “what exactly can be more pressing?”
“Sagi, have a look.”
She waved her hand and a wall panel extended out, flipped and fit back into the wall. The reverse side, a thirty inch television screen turned on and images of Sagi played. The strong and powerfully built warrior was going against everything the Sentinels stood for, advancing a small community, setting himself up as a God, using his powers to control and punish them. Caius couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Sagi was acting like a Goa’uld, even worse the Ori. He glanced at his father to see him stricken and betrayed. Then his anger took over, an anger Caius hadn’t seen since his fight with Jeremiah, and before that the Ancient’s split.
“Where exactly is he?”
Caius shivered and felt fear run through him. No one but his father could make him fear.
“He has taken up residence on a remote island of the Mediterranean Sea off the Greek coast. He built them a mini Atlantis with subterranean homes as well. It’s a fortress.”
“To us, nothing is a fortress.”
Caius inwardly agreed, waiting for orders.
“I want the oldest twenty on this, even Malic but leave Gwenavire out, he position at Atlantis is to
valuable. Summon Nyan as well, I will get Jeremiah.”
Caius nodded, “Anything else father?”
“We strike in twelve hours.”
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Everything was going to hell in a hand basket, and it was all thanks to Ba’al. The ceiling was crumbling, collapsing fully in some places and burying people under the rubble. Running through the underground tunnels, trying to help as many of his brethren as he could, Malic could think of nothing else but the destruction. The small Tok’ra science base had been compromised, how he didn’t know, but Ba’al was using a lot of fire power to take them out. This was important to the false god.
Malic absently dodged a falling rock and turned into one of the research labs where he found his son Tavien and Ruta, his symbiote Malek’s interest, kneeling and checking over someone half buried. Ruta looked up at him grimly and Malic knew another life had been lost.
Tavien leaned back on his heals and ran both hands through his hair, “So many have died.”
Tavien’s symbiote Nagi took over, “We must leave quickly. Ba’al’s forces will surely enter the complex soon.”
Around them the complex shook. Malic ran to Ruta as the ceiling crumbled. He pulled her out of the way of a falling support crystal and out of the room, Tavien following closely behind.
“The research,” Ruta gasped. “We cannot leave it for Ba’al to find.”
Malic ignored her, leading her to a ring platform. Of course the research had to be saved, as head of this base that’s all that she would have been able to think of. Malic didn’t much like her, but he put up with her because of Malek.
“Malek please,” Ruta pleaded, grabbing his hand with both of hers, making them stop.
Malic looked straight into her sparkling blue eyes and searched her soul. Malek protested, but malic didn’t like her devotion to getting the research over saving her own life, so he ignored him. He left Ruta’s mind quickly though, since she had pure intentions, and glanced at Tavien.
“Father?” Tavien asked over their mental link.
“Knock her out.” Malic ordered.
Tavien nodded and delivered a swift blow to the back of her neck. Ruta’s eyes flashed gold in surprise and she fell unconscious. Malic caught her, checking her pulse.
“Do you have the research?” Malic asked.
Tavien nodded, pulling out an Alteran crystal, “Everything else is destroyed.”
Malic lifted Ruta and carried her the rest of the way. They joined with several other Tok’ra at the rings and went up to the surface. He looked up to the Al’kesh blackened sky, watching as they bombed the earth.
“Get to the gate,” one of the Tok’ra symbiotes ordered.
They took off quickly, keeping to the thin forest coverage. By pure luck they avoided being bombed with a fifty mile radius clear around them at all times the entire way. At the gate they crouched behind a small raised level of earth. Ten Jaffa guarded the gate, a mix of serpent and Horus guards, evenly matching the small Tok’ra group- if only Ruta was awake.
Malic set Ruta down gently, studying the group of Jaffa better. They were at a disadvantage, there was no covering on the flat ground.
“Plan of action?” Tavien asked in a low whisper.
Malic almost answered but a small device hanging in a pouch off his waist let out a high pitched-out of human and Goa’uld hearing range-whine. He winced, displeased with this option of communicating, but unable to use the others and grabbed the pouch.
“Malek?” Dinnin asked as he pulled the small earpiece and mouthpiece out.
“A moment please,” Malic said, shifting around, placing the earpiece in his ear and the mouthpiece around his finger like a ring. He scrambled back, away from his companions, tapping the earpiece twice.
“I hope you’re not on a mission,” Caius’s voice filtered clearly in Ancient.
“Oh, no, it’s basically scrapped now because Ba’al’s here to kick some ass,” Malic answered indifferently with a touch of annoyance.
“As sorry as I am to hear that, Father has called the older twenty and he demands your presence.”
“I have not been demanded since he chose to settle on Terra, what has happened?”
“Sagi is expressing Goa’uld and Ori like tendencies. He has his own Lantean kingdom.”
Malic froze, “Why?”
“We don’t know, but it’s gone too far so Dad’s ordered an attack.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Malic promised.
“We attack in twelve.”
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Nyan felt like bashing someone’s head in, very possibly his own. He wasn’t fond of children, he only ever did like his own son. He made that especially known under his current disguise, yet here he was teaching the brats, at a school of magic no less. At the moment, he had a class, and they were being especially block headed. Five minutes left of class and not even his nastiest glare could put them down.
He wanted to get out of here, he had more important things to handle. He had a flight booked to his younger sister’s house in Athens leaving in four hours where he would be meeting with his father and the other’s he’d called to discuss their plan of attack on Sagi. He wished that time would go by faster, Sagi was, with the exception of Caius, the brother he was closest with.
When his students finally left, he locked the door, placing a note that canceled the rest of his classes and moved into his office. Dropping his glamour, he ran a hand through his wild tawny hair in frustration. He’d be leaving without any explanation, there was not explanation for this that would be good enough, and he knew he’d be in trouble for it later. At the moment he couldn’t find it in him to care.
He gathered several Ancient devices and his laptop. Waiting several minutes after the next class had started, he made his way to the school’s Great Hall where, at the far end, he removed a wooden panel revealing key controls for Transport Rings. Tapping the code he moved to where he’d installed the platform and ringed down to a specialized Alteran Lab he’d built.
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