So here we go!

This story takes place at the end of nightwatch, so there are spoilers... again. And yes, i know that the topic has been used by other authors already, but still the idea was in my head and i wanted to use it.

Oh and i think i have to mention that i don't own discworld (obviously) and that the story contains V/V slash, so don't like don't read.

The title of the story is actually the title of a song by "The Offspring", just so you know...

Now that we are through with the apologies and the basics, on with the story:

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Any moment now the monks would appear. Any moment now time would stop and then those bald man dressed in plain orange would appear. And they would take him away. Vimes was sure of it. Any moment now...

As minutes passed he was still running, running for his life, chased through the streets like a dog. The soldiers were close, so close they nearly caught up with him. But he was always one step ahead, he had to be.

They were running through the small passages between the dirty houses. It was a maze and soon Vimes wasn't so sure anymore where exactly he was. He didn't know where to run to, because the whole city was a giant chaos right now, so he just kept running.

Vimes rounded another corner and found himself in a dead end. In front of him was a barricade, right behind him the soldiers. He was trapped. The barricade was much to high for him to surmount. The only option left was to fight, but there were so many soldiers.

Vimes knew he couldn't win. He wouldn't give up though. Maybe he couldn't win, but he could at least try.

The commander jumped backwards as the first strike fell. His back hit the barricade and he felt the air being pressed out of his lungs. But Vimes ignored the pain and drew his sword. He caught the next strike that was directed at him, with his blade and kicked the soldier hard. The man stumbled backwards. Vimes used the chance and attacked. And so the fight started.

But soon it became fairly obvious that it was hopeless. Vimes fought as hard as he could but there were just too many soldiers, attacking him from all sides.

So that's it., Vimes thought. I'm going to die here. In the past were no one even knows my real name. Gods, I'm going to be buried in another mans grave! Sybil and the child will never know what happened to me!, the thought both distracted him and got the commander to fight back even harder.

With two powerful strokes of his sword he momentarily put distance between himself and the soldiers. It didn't last long, though. Soon they were approaching again, most likely in fear of their masters. So Vimes had to return to blocking strokes and leading attacks of his own.

A blow from the right caught him off guard and sent him to the ground, groaning with pain.

Vimes looked up and saw the soldier who had hit him towering over him. He prepared for the final stroke, that would end his life and separate him forever from his family.

But that stroke never came. With shocked surprise Vimes watched as a silver arrow hit the soldiers neck. The man shared Vimes surprise, even if it was just for a short moment. He lifted a hand to touch the injury, but halted before his fingers reached the object.

Then he suddenly began to sway and finally fell backwards into the crowd of his similar surprised colleague.

For a moment everyone just starred at the dead man. Vimes was the first to react. He jumped up, his sword safely in his hand. There were two options now, first one: fight and hope that his unknown savior had come with more than one arrow, or he could run.

Vimes, being raised in the streets, decided for the later. He leaped through the rows of surprised soldiers, who were caught between keeping an eye on the commander and searching the surrounding for the attacker. Too late they noticed that Vimes had gone.

When they finally managed to run after him, Sam had already vanished into the dirty shadows of the city he knew all his life.

Vimes made sure that no one was following him anymore, before he made his way towards the monastery. The monks hadn't turned up, leaving the commander with a lot of unanswered questions and enough anger to arrest them all, even if he right now was lacking both the right and the possibility to do so. Heck, they better had some really good explanations!

Upon arriving at the monastery Vimes immediately got the feeling that something was horribly wrong. It practically crept from the ground through the sole of his shoes.

There was no one on the street, which was odd, because right now everywhere people were out on the streets fighting, running or just watching other people do so.

He knocked on every door he could find, even at buildings that had clearly no connection to the monks, but he had to try. No one answered the knocks, though. Not even as he started yelling, which was very risky, given that there where soldiers everywhere in the city right now, probably even very close.

Finally Vimes settled for just rounding the building until he found the wall, that separated the garden from the streets. It took him some effort to surmount it, but anger replaced strength and overpowered exhaustion.

Vimes landed in an undefinable shrub, leaving a clearly visible mark in it.

Tell me, Sweeper, what equivalent of the universe is this?, he thought sarcastically.

The only person Vimes found in the places he could search, was a young man, obviously one of the monks, who looked utterly terrified. Though, before the commander could say a single word, the young man asked: „Are you commander Vimes?"

„Yes, I am. Where are...", he was interrupted by the monk saying: „The others said you'd turn up sooner or later and that I had to wait for you."

„Where are the others?", Vimes cut in, while the monk took a breath.

„They had to leave for their own safety, sir. People have come here, very unpleasant people, who managed to overpower us, even though we are time manipulating monks and this is our local headquarter. Most members of the order managed to escape in time, but those intruders took Sweeper with them. They just caught him and left, I don't know why. The others said that it was my duty to inform you of this fact and that your journey home has to wait until Sweeper has safely returned."

Vimes had listened to the boys little speech, which seemed to balance on the very edge of panic, without knowing what to make of the situation given to him. On instinct he settled for anger, because desperation just wouldn't fit right now.

„What?", he burst out. „You may not have noticed, but out there on the streets, there is a bloody revolution going on! How do you guys want to find Sweeper out there? I could be stuck here forever!"

„Yes, sir. I am very sorry sir, but that's why the others suggested that you should try and find him. Given that you are not only the one with the greatest reason to find him, but also because it is practically your job to find people.", sensing the icy atmosphere radiating from the commander the monk added: „I am very sorry, sir."

„Right.", Vimes grumbled and turned to leave. He was already halfway through the garden, when he suddenly turned and walked back towards the building.

The monk seemed surprised: „What are you doing, sir?"

„I'm going to use the front door, man. I am not going to climb that damn wall again, if there is a fully functioning door around."

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