Gravity of it All by PLS
Summery: Sick of trying to survive as Harry Potter in a post-Voldemort world, a young wizard takes a new path in the past that leads to the stars.
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Chapter Nine- Take a Trip.
Gamble, you got a chance to make a rumble
You look sharp and clear (oh yeah)
Gamble, you gotta dive into the scramble
Believe your intuition (check it out come on)
Your love is sure to win, unless you don't need it
(Give it up yo, give it up yo)
Get rid of the little things you doubt
It's gonna feel so fine
Gamble Rumble by Move
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It was a week after they first put their hands on the twin crystal pedestals in front of what the scientists told them was an advanced version of the Stargate. It was supposed to be able to go where ever they needed, connecting Stargate weren't needed and they wouldn't even feel a thing. All good things, right?
Harry had a bad feeling about it.
Jack had a bad feeling about it.
But like the idiots they tended to pretend to be, they ignored their gut feelings and went ahead and did as the Furlings asked. Which was why after six days of trekking through the wilderness with only their clothes on their backs and years of practice in surviving anywhere, they were surrounded by a score of big guys with swords and spears in red tunics who were yelling at them in something Jack swore sounded like Daniel's mildly angry ancient Greek cursing. But unfortunately, the only dead language Jack knew was Latin and Harry really knew none at all, unless latinate and Grecian spells counted.
In fact chances were that if anything they were going to at least get beaten into bloody pulps or at worst die for apparently trespassing or something otherwise stupid. Harry gave Jack an 'I told you so' glare before resigning himself to a fight as they both slipped into defensive poses that complimented the other.
Jack pulled out his ever present K-Bar and threw it into the ground, blade first, in an attempt to get the warriors to play nice and just use their bare hands and feet. Harry nodded as at first one looked confused then wearily set his sword on the ground, soon enough the rest followed, but still that didn't take any of the danger away.
There was no doubt in Harry or Jack's minds about their chances, especially after spending nearly a week on foot eating the sparse fruits that the local vegetation had as well as trying to eat what little of the local fauna they could snare or catch with the blow darts that they had fashioned. They were tired, rather weak, and both old.
Harry snorted as he thought about what fools he and Jack must seem like to the young men in front of them. Both graying, both with wrinkles, both showing all their years and scars. In fact because it was so warm they had chosen to forgo shirts and instead fashioned them into make shift carriers for the useful bits they had been finding, thus nothing was really hidden.
The circle of warriors went around them, no one really doing anything, unless they were trying to wear Harry and Jack out by having them stay in one position for a long period of time, which would kill Jack's knees and wouldn't really help Harry's back.
With a nod from Jack they moved in concert into a new position, one better suited for having to wait. Harry wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not but at this the warriors seemed to startle and almost falter. But then again the young men seemed to have battle faces that would have done both the Malfoys and Teal'c proud, so that hint of emotion could have been a trick of the light.
One of the warriors, the one who put his sword down first said something and the others nodded and said something that could have been their version of "Aye Aye!"
They started to move in and Harry pulled up his only wandless defense spell, the bright lurid orange wall of a Dark Barrier, before he started trying to gather up what little physical will he had and start to fight with Jack at his back. All the rest of his wandless magic was destruction spells and fatal curses and he wasn't about to become a monster just because some boys decided that he and Jack were targets.
It didn't take long for the fight to become overwhelming and even if he and Jack were excited about the fact that they still could fight as one, nothing could stop the young men. It only took a little while before they were both face down in the dirt and grass with their arms wrenched behind their backs as the warriors hog tied them and then half carried, half drug them to a small encampment and into a rather hole filled tent.
Harry and Jack both sighed, then grinned.
They were alive. The fight had been rather emotionally energizing. There were humans and semi-civialized ones at that. They were also ecstatic that everything had just gone the way that Harry had planned it. After all that, they needed to get the knife Harry didn't give up from his back pocket, wait until less people were around, then steal food and start stalking the group or follow their old trail to their origins.
"You know I love you and that sneaky little brain of yours, right?"
"Yes, Jack. Now shut up, rest and wait for their commander or someone to come try to talk then leave. We'll saw the ropes off after full dark."
"Yes mother."
"That's really sickening. Me as your mother..." Harry faked a shudder.
"Oh, you don't go for the Oedipus thing?" Jack eyed Harry with a lewd expression, "Mommy."
"No! Grow up!" at that both dissolved into laughter at their old joke. Sometimes it was the little things that kept them sane, or at least from going even madder.
End Chapter Nine.
(A/N: Well, two chapters in two days.)