Title: Armageddon

Rating: T

Warnings: Major spoilers for "Utopia", "The Sound of Drums" and "Last of the Time Lords"; violence; mild language; allusions to rape (but I promise nothing explicit or graphic)

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait for this chapter guys! First I was busy with essays and tests and babysitting, then I got sick, then I had to go to the hospital and my mother's been the hospital for the past two days and thing have just been really hectic and really bad lately. I'm sorry. It seems like every time I try to write, something happened to stop me.

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Armageddon:

Part III: The Year of Hell

Chapter Thirty-One

Morgan wasn't sure how Garth could manage to knock himself out twice and still maneuvered the forest around them with apparent ease. The skinny man was surprisingly light-footed on the rough ground. He nearly stumbled one over some sticking roots, but otherwise he was great.

"So, Garth…" Morgan glanced over at him, "what's it like? Being a hunter, I mean?"

Garth thought about that for a moment, "It's a job," he said, "I hunt monsters, I kill them, I save people. I mean, it can't be all that different from being an FBI agent, can it? You save people too."

"Not by shooting werewolves," Morgan smiled slightly. "How does someone even get into that?"

Garth's eyes went a bit distant and he said, "I was a dentist, before. Pretty normal, actually… Until… well…" his voice cracked, "Until I met the Tooth Fairy…"

Morgan raised a brow, "Tooth fairy?"

"Yeah. That was my first kill."

"You killed the tooth fairy?"

Garth nodded and he looked about ready to cry, so Morgan tried not to dwell on how utterly ridiculous that sounded. He started to ask what exactly the Tooth Fairy had done to deserve getting killed, but he fell silent when a twig snapped loudly from somewhere nearby.

"Shh," he and Garth stilled and reached for their weapons. They could hear movement from their right and they moved quietly among the trees, hearing the murmur of voices after a moment. They were too low to make out any words, but definitely human, which either meant more people in hiding or the Master's guards.

The voices died down and then stopped altogether as they drew nearer and just when Morgan thought they'd lost them he heard a faint whisper,

"Did you hear that?"

It was a deep female voice and it sounded familiar. Morgan frowned and motioned Garth to follow him as they stepped closer toward the voices.

"Shh, I hear them," a male voice spoke then. Definitely familiar. "Over this way…"

There was a crackle of leaves, faint, and Morgan could hear breathing then. It was getting closer. He raised his gun and Garth did the same, both of them easing back a few feet as they stared in the direction of the movement and the voices.

Seconds later, Teresa Lisbon and Dean Winchester burst through the trees with their guns raised and Morgan gaped.

"Lisbon? Dean?"

He lowered the gun and they were all smiling, relieved and thrilled to find more survivors from their attack on the Master.

Grace Van Pelt came out behind them, gun ready and her eyes cautious until she saw them and she immediately put the gun away, smiling.

"Thank God! You guys are alright!"

Behind her, Sam Winchester emerged and Garth and Morgan stared. Morgan's eyes went from Sam to Lisbon, Grace and Dean and then back.

"How -? I thought he died!"

Garth was frowning at them, staring at Sam and then at Dean. Dean shifted awkwardly under Garth's disturbingly knowing gaze and looked over at his brother. Lisbon sighed and shook her head.

"It's a very long story that I don't actually understand," she said, sounding tired as she motioned toward Dean.

"I think he can explain it."

Dean cleared his throat, "Look, we've got other things to talk about. How about we figure out how we're getting back to Oklahoma?"

Garth frowned, "You made a deal, didn't you?"

A scowl flashed across Dean's face and he shook his head, "And if I did? It's still not important right now. Let's focus on getting out of here."

"Wait, wait," Morgan frowned, "What kind of deal? What's going on?"

"Nothing!"

"Dean made a deal with a demon to bring me back," Sam said. "He sold his soul."

Morgan's eyes nearly bugged from his head, "He… he did what?"

Dean sighed, "Look it's over, it's done. Let's not spend our time dissecting how stupid I was, alright?"

Teresa nodded, "He's right. At the very least we can talk while we move. There's still a few hours of daylight left."

~/.\~

Grace leaned heavily against the table in the communal dining room. Juliet and Charlie were sitting there with a map of the United States spread out over it.

"It's not going to be a short trip," Juliet said, eyeing the map. "Especially not with the kids with us…"

"We can make it," Grace said, "We have to. They're right. We can't stay here and we need to get moving. The longer we stay here, the more at risk we are."

Charlie tapped the map and frowned, "But we can't just pack up and move. We've got to plan this. We've got to get cars and provisions and figure out where we're going to stop along the way."

Juliet ran her fingers through her hair and let out a frustrated sigh, "You and Gus can take care of the children for the most part, right Grace?"

"I've got some medical supplies and Gus held on to some things he and Charlie picked up going through San Francisco, but there's still getting the cars. With your leg –"

"I'll be fine. Charlie, you don't mind coming with me? We can get a couple of the men to come along. We'll need at least four cars and it's probably best if we travel separately…"

Gus came into the dining room then, the whites of his eyes bursting with red veins. He scrubbed his hand over his face and spotted the map on the table.

"Are we planning to move out today?" he asked.

"Tomorrow," Juliet said, "At least… we need to start getting ready to move."

"We're going to look for the cars tonight," Grace said, "But our biggest problem is going to be room. Even if the shelter in South Dakota is big, it's not going to hold all of us."

"We'll figure something out," Juliet said, "Everyone else is moving out now. If we have to stay in cramped quarters for a day or two we will. We can find new places to stay after we get out of here."

~/.\~

The Master squinted at his reflection as he straightened his tie and smoothed out his jacket. A slick smile plastered across his face and his eyes flickered to his wife and her vacant stare.

"What shall I do, do you think, Lucy?" he asked brightly. She rarely responded these days, but he kept up the pretense of the "loving" husband. It was such a ridiculously fun act to play.

Lucy's expression flickered, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Do what, Harry?" she asked. Her voice was airy and empty. He wasn't sure how much longer she was going to last. It wasn't as fun to keep her around when she didn't react to anything. The more she closed in on herself, the more bored he became.

"To punish them," he said. "I can't allow them to think that they can attempt to rise up against me and get away with it. I have to punish them."

Lucy stared at him unblinkingly. "I thought you were already punishing them, Love."

His smile twitched and he swept her roughly into his arms. She was almost limp against him, but her hands gripped lightly at his sleeves and she kept her eyes level with his tie.

"That isn't punishment," he said, "That's business. They know where their friends are hiding and I need that information. I need to do something big, something that lets those pests know that I do not take these things lightly."

He paused, musing for a moment to himself.

"I've already set fire to Japan. Bombs are so mundane. I need something new, something fresh…" He sighed heavily.

"Oh well, I'm sure I'll think of something. We've got business to attend to. Come, Lucy…"

~/.\~

Gibbs hadn't thought he'd ever be relieved to see the desolated area around Quantico, Virginia, but when he spotted the old apartment building his shoulders relaxed a bit. They'd been walking for almost two days and Tobias was looking worse by the hour. Gibbs and Rufus were hoisting him between them as he stumbled along. The head wound wasn't bleeding, but he was pale and sweating.

"Hang in there, Tobias," Gibbs said, "We're almost there. A few more steps…"

Fornell wheezed his answer, sucking in a hard breath and nodding.

As they reached the door, climbing over fallen debris and shatter sheetrock, Fornell leaned against the wall and Gibbs tapped on the door. They'd developed a knock to let the others know who it was. Tony had joked that it was like a password into their secret fort.

After a moment, Rufus frowned, "You think they're in there?"

"They have to be," Gibbs said. "If they're not… We'll bust down the door. Get what we can and make for Oklahoma…"

Fornell closed his eyes, lips turning up in a small smile, "Hell of a walk to Oklahoma, Gibbs. Don't think I'd make it that far."

There was noise coming from inside and Gibbs tensed, Rufus resting on his gun. A moment later, the door was flung open and before Gibbs could react a dark hair girl in pigtails launched herself into his arms.

"Gibbs! I was so worried!" Abby was grinning, her dark eyes sparkling, and she pulled back as Gibbs grunted under the force of her hug.

"But, I mean, I knew you were alive. I knew you were!"

Gibbs smiled and hugged her back before spotting Ducky and Dr. Reid standing behind her in the door. Tobias groaned again and he let go of Abby.

"Maybe we should get inside, Abs. Let Duck take a look at Fornell."

"Right! Sorry!" Abby pulled away again and Ducky and Dr. Reid helped them get Fornell inside. Jessica and Garcia were in the small kitchen, digging through their food supplies for something to give them, demanding to know what had happened and how they'd survived.

Gibbs and Rufus talked around dry crackers and water, explaining their escape from the ship and the landing. Ducky looked up from where he was looking over Fornell's wound.

"It's a good thing you three arrived when you did, Jethro. We're leaving tomorrow."

"Leaving?"

"The Master has Rossi, Jenny and Lassiter…" Dr. Reid said quietly, "We can't stay here. We've been getting ready to move out to South Dakota."

"My bomb shelter," Rufus said, "Smart. It'll be tight lodgings…" His eyes flickered to Fornell, "He gonna be alright to travel, Doctor?"

Ducky frowned and Fornell leaned his head back against the seat, eyes closing again.

"He should be," he said, "He's got a nasty wound, but it's very likely a concussion. There isn't much I can do for him. It isn't going to help him any to make the trip, but it's certainly better than staying here."

"I can make it," Fornell said without opening his eyes. "Just need a few hours rest, some food and I'll be good…"

"Alright," Gibbs ran a hand over his face, "We'll set out tomorrow. Any news from the others? Anything about Tony and McGee?"

His face was tight and his eyes tired as they filled them in on everything that they knew from the ones who'd managed to make it back to the church. Things fell silent afterwards and they all had a helpless, terrified look in their eyes. For the first time it seemed things were too grim for them press on, but Gibbs was not giving up. Especially not with Jenny trapped on that ship. He was going to kill the Master; he was going to make him suffer. He didn't care what it took.

~/.\~

Adam was stony faced in the shooting range, firing blanks at the target wall though there was no target mounted there. Ash stood and waited until the kid had stopped shooting to approach him, touching him gently on the shoulder to get his attention.

Adam jerked away.

Ash sighed, "We've a buttload of work to do. We need supplies and food and I can't go on a run alone. I know you're upset –"

"You lied to me,"

"Yeah, I lied. Sue me. I was trying to protect you, kid. We can't change that, alright? So get some real bullets, get a gun and come on. We need to get this done before nightfall. They're going to start heading out this way tomorrow and we're low on just about everything."

As an afterthought he added, "And we need more beer. Come on."

Adam's fingers tightened around the gun and he lowered it slowly. Ash had told him the night before the truth about Sam's death. Dean was still missing and now they were about to get a huge influx of people. It was going to draw attention. There was no way they could all stay there together.

He tried not to think about how he'd hardly gotten any time with either of his brothers and he snatched the bullets from the shelf in the back of the room. He'd never been on a supply run and neither had Ash – though Ash had more experience in the matter than he did, having lived with hunters for so long.

"Ready?"

"No," Adam felt sick, but he pushed past Ash and out of the room. "But we can't exactly stay here with no food. You're right. Let's go."

Ash wasn't sure if he wanted punch Adam or give him the 'bad things happen to good people' speech. He settled for grabbing a shotgun and following the kid out. If he hadn't learned that yet in this world, he wasn't going to learn it, so he kept his mouth shut.

~/.\~

In spite of the fantastic things Jack had seen in his very long life, he was always amazed at the never-ending reserves of resilience that the human race had. Even after their failed attempt on the Master's life they were ready to give up. In fact, they seemed more ready than ever to take him on.

McGee oversaw the dismantling of their computer while Rigsby, Patrick, Shawn, Hotch, Tony, Prentiss and Henry – hobbling around and refusing to rest as his son demanded – finished grabbing whatever weapons and supplies they had left. Jack was helping them, but there wasn't much left to do at this point.

"You really think this plan of the Doctor's will work?" Prentiss asked, glancing over at him. He'd done his best to explain what the Doctor wanted to do. They seemed skeptical, but not dismissive, at the very least.

"I think the Doctor knows what he's doing better than any of us do. Even me. I trust him."

"Trust isn't always enough," Hotch pointed out.

"It's enough with the Doctor," he said, "He can do it. I've seen that man do impossible things. I've seen him defeat armies with a handful of people and hope. If there is anyone who can do it, it's the Doctor."

"I hope you're right…" Tony said, "because right now… we're pretty much out of options. We need someone who knows what they're doing."

"The Doctor is definitely your man," Jack promised him. "He can win this for us."

~/.\~

John watched Jake at breakfast with a frown. He had been shaky for the past several days and it was only getting worse. He had red, bleary eyes from his nightmares and for the past two nights he'd woken them with his screams.

"You don't look good, Jake," he said quietly.

Jake snorted, "I feel worse," he told him. He pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose. "The nightmares are getting worse."

Suddenly, Sherlock sat down across from Jake, "What exactly has this yellow eyed man been saying to you at night?" he asked, his eyes bright. "What has he been doing? He must want something from you."

Jake sighed, "At first he talk about… a new world, a better life. My sister and my mom being here and alive…"

"But now?"

Jake glanced up at Sherlock, frowning at him. "Now he talks about a war and some fight and how I have to prove myself to him. It – it doesn't make sense. I don't know what he wants from me, he just keeps talking about how I have more power than I realize…"

Sherlock frowned thoughtfully and opened his mouth to ask another question, but John was quick to cut him off.

"Why don't we leave him alone, Sherlock? He's had a rough few days. I don't think he wants to talk about this."

Jake gave him a grateful smile, but Sherlock frowned.

"Doesn't it make you curious?" he demanded, "What is it that makes Jake so special? Who is this man who speaks to him in his dreams? What does he want? Why is he just now appearing?"

John shook his head, "I don't know and we've got more important things to worry about." He eyed Sherlock up and down, "Besides, it's a bit… rude to look so excited about another man's pain."

For a moment, Sherlock looked confused, but then his eyes cleared again and he shrugged, "We've got nothing else to do at the moment and I can hardly fail to notice Jake's mysterious new affliction."

"Well," Ianto's voice came from behind them as he entered the room, "there is the video conference Sarah Jane wants to hold. It's only going to be a few days before everyone in the US gets resettled…"

"Yes," Sherlock nodded, "A few days. So we're sitting here waiting."

"And to entertain yourself you're trying to pick apart Jake?" John demanded.

Sherlock huffed in annoyance. "I am trying to solve a mystery. There is clearly something about Jake which none of us – not even Jake – understands. How can you not want to know the answer?"

"How can you be so preoccupied with it in the middle of all this?!"

Sherlock met John's gaze with a steely one of his own and for a moment John thought he might actually hit Sherlock, but Tosh came in and interrupted the moment with wide eyes.

"You've got to see this!" she sat her laptop on the table between Sherlock and John and waved for Ianto to come around and look.

"It's New York City," she said as she pressed a key and the screen filled with shaky camera footage. "The Toclafane have killed everyone."

~/.\~

A/N: I know this is… well, mostly filler. I promise something will actually happen next chapter. I am just feeling very tired and very uninspired lately, but I couldn't not post something. I hope it's alright.

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