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 sincerely apologize for all the problems with this chapter guys! Like I said, it gave me a lot of trouble and I wasn't particularly operating at my best when I wrote and edited it. I'm pretty sure that I've got everything fixed now, but if you notice anything please, please point it out!

Thanks for the reviews! You guys are, as always, amazing. Sorry this took a bit longer than I wanted. I was in GA for a couple of days and then decided it was a good idea to melt my entire brain by reading "Hogwarts Exposed" and "Hogwarts Too Exposed" because I hate myself. (Seriously. I feel dirty. I want to scrub my eyeballs to get the WRONG out of my eyes…) If you haven't read either of those fics, do NOT Google them. I'm warning you.

Also: I forgot to mention in the last chapter, but Martin's story about the Wendigo killing his family was entirely made up by me. We don't know how Martin got into hunting and I'm pretty sure he's never mentioned any family, but I liked the Wendigo and Sam & Dean have only ever killed one. Plus, I thought it fit well considering Martin's later instability and confinement in a psych ward. Anyway.

On to the assassination! FINALLY!

Armageddon:

Part III: The Year of Hell

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The air was still frigid and the sky was a dark grey overhead. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon and the members of the Rebel assassination party were scattered across their chosen hiding spots, waiting. Jenny Shepard was, for all appearances, alone in the Oklahoma park, sitting on a bench that looked out at a lonely playground that hadn't been used in months.

The red head glanced around, one hand inside of her coat where a small revolver was hidden. Emily marched across the cold ground and took her seat next to the NCIS Director.

"Freezing today," Jenny said, her breath wafting in the air. Prentiss only shrugged in response, her entire body on edge as they waited. Gibbs had called in the tip the Master's hotline less than two minutes previously. They weren't sure how long it would take his armed guards to show up, but they doubted very seriously that they'd be waiting long.

They were dressed in civilian clothes – long sleeved shirts and jeans with boots – but Tony had insisted that they wear Kevlar vest beneath their shirts. It made them look bulky and it wasn't very comfortable, but they weren't planning to let themselves be examined too closely.

"How's Tony?" Jenny kept her voice low, her eyes watching the skies and roads rather than Prentiss.

"He'll live," Prentiss said, "He doesn't think I should be out here, but he understands. I think. Agent Cassidy is comforting him."

Jenny raised a brow at the tense tone in Prentiss' voice, but didn't press further. Now wasn't really the time for them to discuss personal matters anyway. She had only asked about Tony because she was concerned he would let his feelings get in the way of what was happening and they certain didn't need that.

Across the street, waiting in the narrow alley between what had once been a library and a small deli, Lisbon and Rigsby were waiting.

"I made the right call, didn't I?" Lisbon asked distractedly as she stared out toward the park. Jenny's bright red hair was hard to miss, even from the distance they were at.

Rigsby glanced over at her, not asking what she was talking about. She'd been agonizing about leaving Jane behind at the church with Shawn for the past half hour.

"Jane's got a good heart, but he's never been in a firefight," Rigsby said, "Let alone something like this. You made the right call, Boss."

Lisbon still looked a bit ill, "I know he's safer there, but what if someone shows up out there while we're all here? What if some of the Master's men go out there to do searches for fugitives or something -?"

"Then they've got guns to take care of it," Rigsby said, trying to soothe her. It wasn't like Lisbon to be this distracted, but Jane was a unique case for her. She couldn't seem to not worry about the man and what kind of trouble he could get himself into.

"Look, Henry said that Shawn's a good shot," he said, "Jane's decent enough too. Grace taught him a lot before we went out to rescue you. They'll be fine."

Lisbon sighed, "You're right, you're right. I've got to focus," she shook her head and resolutely turned her attention back to Jenny and Prentiss in the empty part. Even knowing that the others were all laying in wait somewhere, Lisbon could've sworn they were utterly alone. It was an eerie sort of feeling. She shivered and spotted something moving to her right. Her finger twitched against the trigger of her gun.

"I see something," she said, "I think they're here."

~/.\~

"I never figured you for the anxious type, Dr. Reid," Ducky watched Spencer pace back and forth, following him with his eyes. Garcia and Abby were at their usual spot by the computers and Jessica was in the kitchen area with Jack.

Spencer paused for a second and sat down next to Ducky at the table, resting his elbows against the worn wood.

"I'm not, usually," his voice was rough and tired. The dark purple circles beneath his eyes were more pronounced than usual. "Do you think they're okay?"

"They'll be fine, Spencer," he assured him, "They all know what they're doing."

Spencer's fingers tapped against the table, "Maybe they're doing this too soon," he said, "We've only been planning for three weeks. They haven't had very much time to memorize the layout of the ship and the Master has men everywhere on board –"

"Hey, no, no, no!" Abby scolded him from across the room, "I will not have negative thoughts. You cannot be negative. Think positive thoughts. Send them positive feelings and energy so they can do this!"

Spencer smiled slightly, "Sorry, Abby," he said. "I'm just worried." Normally, he might have told her why it was ridiculous to think that his negative thoughts would affect the assassination attempt, but that would only upset Abby.

Abby nodded her head sternly and turned back toward the computer, "Everything is going to be okay," she said, "They know what they're doing and they've got Gibbs. Gibbs is always okay. Always."

~/.\~

Charlie found Juliet sitting in the front room with the laptop in front of her, her eyes glued to the screen. Charlie yawned a bit and scrubbed at her eyes. It wasn't even six in the morning and they were the only ones up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, yawning. It was earlier than Charlie liked to wake up, but sleeping wasn't as nice as it had been before and she spent less and less time actually sleeping as the days went by.

"Talk to Shawn," Juliet said, glancing up at her, "He and Patrick are still in the church and Shawn's bored."

Charlie might've laughed if she weren't so tired. Instead, she managed a faint smile and sat down next to the other woman, "Bored? I guess they left the two best people behind to keep boredom at bay."

"Yeah," Juliet nodded, "I told him to ask Patrick to teach him a magic trick. That should keep him busy." She hesitated for a second, "I think he's just trying to find ways to stop thinking about the assassination…"

"I wish I could," Charlie said, "I'm not even there and I'm worried. My stomachs all twisted in knots. Normally, I'd just find some online game and pretend I wasn't worried, but these days…" she sighed and shook her head.

"They'll be fine," Juliet said, "Even if they don't kill him. They'll be alright. They've got to be."

~/.\~

Tony craned his neck and gripped his gun tightly, "I see 'em," he said, keeping his voice low. Paula Cassidy and Dean Winchester were at his sides. Paula inclined her head, but said nothing, keeping her eyes trained forward. Dean was tense, had been since they'd all split up. He had wanted to stick close to Sam, but Sam insisted he wasn't a child and could take care of himself.

Dean apparently disagreed, but didn't press the matter when Rufus gave him a harsh look.

"Alright, stay back until we see all of them," Dean whispered hoarsely, "If we move too soon the whole thing'll go south."

Tony nodded, but he was already tense and ready to move. He could see Prentiss and Jenny, both sitting quietly and waiting. The guards were coming in on air ships. Tony counted four of them. He wasn't sure how many individuals were on the ships, but three seemed fairly excessive if they were only coming on orders to kill. That was a good sign. It meant that the first part of their plan was likely working.

Jenny and Prentiss both jumped up as the ships approached, but neither reached for guns. They didn't want a firefight right in the middle of the park. This had to be quick and clean if they wanted to be able to get to the Valiant without the Master realizing anything was wrong.

The ships were small and sleek looking. They were black, round vehicles with wide, clear glass windshields that reflected the light of the early morning sun and made Tony wince. Four men got out of the first three and two out of the final one. They were all carrying weapons aimed at Jenny and Emily.

Tony's gut twisted and his finger tightened. He wanted to run out and attack, but that wasn't going to happen. The men weren't wearing helmets, but they were wearing what looked like body armor. The only feasible shot anyone could take would have to be to the head. They'd already decided that killing the men was the cleanest and most logical choice, but none of them were pleased with that option. For all they knew, these were innocent victims of the Master as well. But they couldn't think about that.

Dean's eyes scanned the area, looking for any more ships. The skies were clear and the air was still again. The guards were ordering Prentiss and Jenny to hold their hands away from their bodies. They had to take the shots before anything else happened.

This was the hard part. Everyone was armed, waiting. Tony's hand ached around the gun. Jenny and Prentiss appeared calm as two of the men lowered their weapons and approached them with cuffs ready.

One low, piercing whistle from somewhere nearby suddenly sounded. That was the signal for them to fire.

Tony didn't hesitate. He barely felt his finger move against the trigger. Dean and Paula beside him fired as well and their ears were ringing with the loud noise in such close quarters. They were all glad McGee had suggested makeshift earplugs for them. They weren't exactly as good as they could've been, but it cut down on the damage at least a little. The small park was filled with the sounds of guns going off.

Six guards went down quickly and easily. It took a few shots to take down six more. The other two were farther away, closer to Prentiss and Jenny. One was hit, the bullet shredding through his jaw, but not killing him. He managed to fire off two shots before another bullet took him down. The sixth guard ducked down and crouched low, firing shots off toward where he thought his assailants might be.

Tony couldn't get a clear shot where he was standing and he ran out, exposing himself. Bullets flew toward him, a sharp pain searing through his shoulder, but he fired off two more shots and the bullets suddenly stopped. The guard was dead.

He lowered his gun, his breath wafting up in the cool morning air. His hot blood was running down his arm, but he hardly felt it. Idly, he thought he might be going into shock. A quick inspection confirmed that it was just a flesh wound. He just needed to put a bandage on it to stop the bleeding.

He didn't realize that everyone was surrounding him until Gibbs was suddenly in his face, waving a hand in front of his eyes. He jolted back and blinked, shaking his head.

"Boss, I'm fine," Tony said, "Just a flesh wound. Give me something to stop the bleeding and I can patch it up later."

Gibbs didn't argue, instead demanding something for Tony's arm from McGee, who produced a strip of fabric. Tony didn't know if he'd torn from his own jacket or had it ready, but he sent the younger man a grateful smile as Prentiss helped him tie it around the bleeding gash.

"You got lucky," she said, "Why the hell did you run out like that?"

"Couldn't get a clear shot," Tony grunted, "I needed to move."

Prentiss smiled and rolled her eyes, "And I was the one who was supposed to be in danger. Try not be so reckless, huh?"

"I'll try," he assured he, smiling for a second and then grunting as she smacked him lightly in his injured arm. "Okay, okay, I will."

"Alright, everyone, let's get moving. We can't wait too long. We've got get rid of the bodies and get the uniforms," Gibbs' voice rang above everything else and they all quickly got moving.

"We've got to figure out to drive these things," Henry pointed out, frowning at the air ships, "We need someone to take a look at 'em for us."

"Right now let's focus on moving these bodies. Then we'll get on to the really hard part." Sam said, eyeing the ships nervously. This was it. No turning back now.

~/.\~

The Master was in an extremely good mood as he came into the conference room to greet the Doctor and Spencer. The two prisoners were sitting close together, the Doctor trying to shield the younger man with his arms. The Doctor eyed the Master warily as he came into the room, his grin spreading across his face.

"I am having the most spectacular day!" The Master said, eyes sparkling.

His words made the Doctor's gut twist. It was never a good thing when the Master was in such a good mood. Had he discovered their plans for escape already? Had someone they knew been killed?

He practically danced across the floor until he was standing right in front of them. He made a face, pouting at them like a child, "Oh, what's with the sad faces?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch, "It's a beautiful day! The sun is shining and I have wonderful news! I'm sure you've been missing your old team members, Spencer. I've just gotten word on the location of one of them!"

Spencer paled, his eyes going wide. The Doctor sat up straighter, but kept one arm tightly around Spencer's shoulders.

The Master's eyes were glittering, "What was her name…" he paused for a long moment, enjoying the fear on the young man's face before he nodded to himself. "Ah, that's right! Emily Prentiss!"

"Prentiss!" Spencer was pale, his eyes going too wide as he tried to push the Doctor's arm away.

"Isn't that wonderful?" the Master continued as if he hadn't just been interrupted, "You'll get to see your old friend one last time before she dies!"

Spencer felt sick. He was shaking and the Doctor was squeezing his shoulder as the Master left, apparently finished with his gloating. The heavy doors echoed behind him.

"Prentiss…" he said her name again, feeling his chest tighten, "Doctor, he's got Prentiss! We can't just let her die. She –"

"We will do everything in our power to save her, Spencer, don't worry. If we're lucky, we can even get her off the ship tonight. The Master may want to wait until morning to execute her…"

Spencer nodded and took a deep breath. He felt panic building inside of him, but he tried to shove it down. He hadn't heard anything about his team in so long that he'd started to hope he never would. Hearing Prentiss' name send his mind reeling. He wasn't prepared to watch his friends die. He wasn't going to survive that.

"We'll save her," the Doctor promised, "We'll save her."

~/.\~

"I'm gonna be sick," Dean muttered, his face pale. He was clutching at his knees, sucking in sharp breaths and trying his best to keep his gaze straight ahead. Sam was sitting next to him while McGee and Rigsby sat in the pilots' seats in the front.

"I told you," Sam said, trying not to smile too much.

"Shut up," Dean made a sick noise and clenched his eyes shut.

"Dude, just breathe, alright? You're fine."

"I am not fine," Dean snapped.

"We're almost there. You made it this far,"

Dean shook his head, clenching his teeth together and refusing to talk. Rigsby glanced back at him, having to almost yell over the sound of the engine, "What's with him?" he asked.

"He has an illogical fear of flying," Sam said, watching his brother. He wasn't all that worried. Dean had been mostly fine for the flight. He was just jittery. They were safer in this ship than they were on the demon possessed plane they'd been on the year before.

"It's not illogical!" Dean snapped, "Planes crash!"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Think happy thoughts, Dean. That's the only thing I can tell you right now."

Dean almost whimpered, but tried his best not to act too afraid. He was Dean Winchester, after all. Dean Winchester could not let himself get bested by some stupid hunk of metal. He clenched his fists and searched his mind for something to distract him. Thoughts of apple pie, his baby and some random blonde whose name he didn't remember. It did help a little. He relaxed some and started humming, ignoring Sam when he rolled his eyes again.

"I think that's it!" McGee suddenly announced, "It's the Valiant!"

~/.\~

They had expected there to be guards waiting for them at the landing bay area. There were five armed men there, watching as the ships came to a less than smooth landing. McGee winced as the craft jolted, but apparently it wasn't enough to arouse suspicion. They needed to keep up the ruse for as long as they could. It would likely not last for long, but it might give them some edge.

Keeping their heads down, they all climbed out of the ships, Prentiss and Jenny in cuffs. The cuffs were loose and not fully secured, but from a distance – and in the fading light – they appeared normal.

Everyone was tense as they approached the other guards. Rufus fingered his gun and Lassiter's eyes darted around the open space anxiously. There wasn't anywhere to take cover and if the other guards opened fire they would have to move fast. The lack of proper lighting was in their favor, but only for a minute or so.

They didn't have nearly as much time as they wanted before they were found out. In spite of keeping the BAU members in the back of the group, the other guards recognized them. A yell went out toward the ship and bullets started flying.

It was chaos. Lassiter could hardly tell who was his enemy and who wasn't in the light. The sound of the guns firing was deafening and the muzzle flashes at close range were blinding. He hit two men. Only one went down, but the other screamed. Something thudded into him and it took him a second to recognize Martin, his body limp and still. He swallowed roughly and shot in the same general direction, forcing his mind to go into combat mode.

There were two targets still. It was dark and they had the favor of numbers. They went down quickly.

Jenny and Prentiss were out of their cuffs and pulling out their own guns. They had hoped to get into the ship proper before having to fire, but there was no use keeping up the ruse now.

"Let's move!" Gibbs' voice called over them all and they followed him inside, finding themselves in a cramped hall leading to the landing bay.

"We need to split up," Hotch said, "Find the Master and find the prisoners. We don't know exactly how many men he's got onboard. We've got to move fast."

They broke off into already decided groups and Lassiter found himself with Rufus and Henry, both men holding their guns ready as they made their way down a narrow hall.

~/.\~

The Master had returned to the conference room, this time with Lucy, to let them know that Prentiss had arrived. He was still gleefully smiling, anticipation clear on his face. Lucy barely reacted to anything he said at all, staring off at nothing and keeping her face as blank as possible.

The Master was standing on the stage where the President had been killed when a guard ran in, eyes wide, "Sir, shots were fired on the landing bay. Four men are down."

The gleeful smile turned into a hard, annoyed frown and he jumped down from the platform, "Send every available guard. Find them all. Keep them alive if you can."

"We aren't sure exactly how many –"

"Then you'd best hope you can catch them all," the Master said, eyes flashing. The guard left quickly and the Master snatched Lucy's arm, dragging her out of the room, muttering to himself, "Incompetent idiots…"

~/.\~

"There's a door ahead," Lassiter said, keeping his voice low, "You two lay back. I'll check it out."

He eased his way along the hall, hugging the wall as much as possible. The door was open when he came to it. There was nothing inside. It looked like someone's sleeping quarters. He turned his head slightly and waved them forward, "We're clear. Let's keep moving."

For an old man, Rufus moved surprisingly fast. He was next to Lassiter before Lassiter had moved away from the door.

"Think they got any weapons in there?"

"Doubt it," Lassiter said, "The area's clear. We don't have time to stop and check. We need to keep moving."

Henry stayed a step behind them, watching their backs in case anyone came up behind them. Just as they rounded a corner, he let out a warning cry and Lassiter and Rufus spun around in time to see two men come toward them from behind, firing.

Henry screamed and his left leg buckled beneath him, blooding staining the floor. Lassiter grabbed him and dragged him backwards a few steps. Rufus never took his eyes off the men, firing three shots without blinking. One sunk into one guard's neck, the other two hit the other man in the shoulder and right between the eyes.

"Let's move," Rufus said, only glancing down at Henry for a second, "Can you walk?"

"Ugh, maybe…" Henry tried to stand. The wound was mostly superficial, but painful and still bleeding. The leg wasn't going to last him very long. Lassiter looped an arm around him and helped him, holding his gun one handed as they made their way further into the ship.

~/.\~

Gordon was walking ahead of Sam and McGee, only glancing back at them two every now and then to make sure they were still there. He would much rather have been alone, but that was ridiculous. At least he knew Sam was a decent enough shot. He hadn't really seen McGee in action enough to know about him.

"Sam, you alright?" McGee kept his voice at whisper level, eyeing the other man anxiously. Sam kept wincing and switching his gun to his left hand, rotating his right shoulder with a pained look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam said, forcing a smile, "Shoulder's just sore, that's all."

"Sore?" McGee frowned and looked at him, "How?"

Sam pressed his lips together, "It's nothing. Just a shoulder wound. I'll be alright, Tim. Seriously."

"Keep it down back there," Gordon said, "The halls split up here. I'm gonna go ahead and make sure we're all clear. Stay back until I give you the signal."

He crept toward the edge of the hall, his gun held tightly in his hands, and peered around the corner. His head snapped back and he stumbled, crumpling in a heap on the ground before McGee or Sam could react.

Sam fumbled to get his gun back in his right hand. McGee shook, his hand sweaty against the metal of the gun. Three men came around the corner. He fired twice and took two out without blinking. Sam took a second longer, his face contorting in pain as he fired two shots to take down the third man before any of them could react.

Sam was breathing heavily, "Is he dead?" his voice was rough. He nodded toward Gordon and McGee edged carefully toward the other man. Placing his fingers against his throat, he felt for a pulse and shook his head, eyes wide. His hands were still shaking. Sam grimaced and wiped a hand over his mouth,

"Come on; we've got to keep going…"

~/.\~

In all the chaos after the Master sent the alarm, it took Lestrade several precious minutes to find Sally. She was pacing near the entrance to the lower levels and spun with her gun ready when he touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"It's you!" she relaxed and held up the keys, "Do you have the one for Jack's cuffs?"

He nodded, "I think we need to move while we've got the chance," he said, glancing around anxiously, "I sent Andy to move Spencer from the conference room. They're all alone in there now. We can get the Joneses out of here without the Master noticing if we move quickly."

"Good," she turned and half-jogged down the hall with Lestrade behind her, skipping past the rows of empty cells until they reached the last one at the very end of the hall where the Joneses and Jack were being kept.

"What's going on out there?" Clive asked, standing cautiously when he spotted Lestrade and Sally.

"We heard gunfire," Tish's voice wavered and she sat close to her mother, scanning the area behind them fearfully.

Sally hesitated as she shoved the key in the cell doors, "A group of rebels," she said, "Probably here for the Master. We're moving the escape up. We've got time to get you out of here right now. All the other guards are dealing with the intruders."

She yanked the door open and Clive led the way, holding onto Tish and Francine.

"Follow me," Sally said, taking Clive by the arm, "We've got to move."

"I'll be right behind you!" Lestrade promised, slipping into the cell to undo Jack's chains.

Jack smiled a bit, "Got any spare weapons on you?" he asked as the first cuff came off, "Don't want to get caught out there and die without a fight."

Lestrade smiled faintly, "Nothing on me, I'm afraid, but there are extra guns in the cash. I can take you to them… But I can't guarantee I'll get you to the landing bay before Andy get's Spencer there."

"Never planned on leaving anyway," Jack said, jumping down and massaging his wrists as they finally came free. He flashed Lestrade a grin before racing ahead of him, "I do intend to make the most of this freedom though. Lead the way, Detective."

~/.\~

"You alright there, Teresa?" Dean glanced over at the dark haired woman as she doubled over and sucked in a few heavy breaths. They'd barely made it past the guards blocking the hall and she was bleeding from her arm and holding her stomach. The Kevlar vest in the guard's uniform she was wearing stopped the bullet to her chest from killing her, but she was pretty sure it had bruised a few ribs anyway.

"Fine," she straightened up, trying to ignore the way her hands were shaking. Adrenaline was pulsing through her body and she wanted to keep moving before she crashed entirely. She could wait to let the pain and reality of the situation catch up to her.

"Let's keep moving," she started ahead of them and nearly ran right into Sam and McGee as they came around the corner.

"Christ, McGee," Gibbs lowered his gun, "You're supposed to clear the area before rounding a corner. What if we'd been guards?"

McGee winced and glanced at Sam, "Sorry, Boss," he said, his voice rough.

"Where's Gordy?" Dean frowned, looking behind them, "He was with you, wasn't he?"

"Dead," Sam said, "A few halls back. If it wasn't for McGee, we'd all be dead." He made a face and switched his gun to his left hand again, flexing the fingers on his right hand with a frown.

Dean eyed his brother with narrow eyes, "What's with the shoulder?"

"Nothing,"

"Liar," Dean reached forward and grabbed the shoulder, twisting it. Sam let out a yell and stumbled back, pushing Dean away.

"Fuck, Dean, what was that for?" he snapped.

"It's dislocated. How the hell'd you manage that?"

"Hit it coming in," Sam said, "Look, I'm fine for now. I can shoot with my left."

"You're gonna have to," Gibbs said, "We can't sit here. We're outside the main conference room, right?" He looked around, thinking back to the plans that they'd all tried to memorize before boarding the ship.

"Looks like it," McGee said, "I think it's where President Winters was killed…"

Suddenly, the doors burst open and a guard came out with a prisoner. It took them a second to recognize Spencer Reid. He didn't look quite the same as the other Reid that they'd all seen either via the webcams or in person, but it was definitely him. An older, skinnier and far more beaten version of him, but him.

Dean lifted his weapon, about to shoot the guard, when Spencer jumped in front of him, "NO! Wait! Don't shoot!"

Skeptically, Dean lowered the gun.

Spencer took a deep breath, "He's on your side."

Andy swallowed nervous and stepped around Spencer, "Andy Price," he said, "Just here helping get Spencer to the landing bay."

Gibbs started to say something, but Spencer cut him off, his eyes wide, "Do you know where Prentiss is? Is she alright?" he blurted, shaking a little as he eyed them.

"Emily?" Gibbs asked, "She's fine. Somewhere onboard, looking for the Master."

Spencer relaxed visibly, "He's probably in his quarters," he said, "He left about half an hour ago, when the shooting started."

"Alright, thanks, Kid," Dean said, "You should get out of here while you can –"

"I can help!"

"You're in no shape to help," Gibbs told him, "Get off this ship. We'll find you if we can later." He looked at Andy, "Make sure he leaves."

"But –"

"They're right, Spencer," Andy said, touching his arm gently, "Come on. The Joneses are waiting in the guards' quarters. We've got to get you off the Valiant while there's still time." He looked toward the others, "You might want to leave too. Trust me, you're not going to accomplish anything and he wants any captives kept alive."

"We're not leaving until we can kill the son of a bitch,"

Andy looked like he wanted to say something more, but he just nodded, "Good luck then,"

~/.\~

"It's so quiet," Tony said, glancing back at Paula and Prentiss. He wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to get in a group with the two of them. They seemed to be fine together, but he didn't like it. He wanted to talk to them, but separately. Emily had hardly said anything to him since Paula had showed up with Jenny and Mike. He wasn't sure if it was nerves because of the assassination plans or if she had picked up vibes from him and Paula. He hoped it wasn't the latter.

"I don't like it," Prentiss said, "There should be guards around here somewhere. We're pretty close to where the cells for the prisoners are supposed to be."

"Unless he sent all the guards to the landing bay," Paula said, "It would've been the quickest way to stop us."

"They should've spread out by now," Prentiss said, "Someone should've come back this way…"

Out of nowhere, the halls suddenly exploded with the sound of gunfire. Paula's eyes went wide and she choked down a half scream before collapsing face-first on the hard metal floors.

"Paula!"

"Tony, look out!" Prentiss yanked him toward her, firing her gun toward the attackers blindly as bullets shot by her head. Her eardrums rang and she grimaced, racing backwards and releasing her grip on Tony to hold her gun steady.

"Damn it," she hissed and watched as one of the four men went down and another hesitated. A bullet hit her in the gut and she stumbled backwards, nearly toppling right into Tony. Tony shoved her down and fired three quick shots, taking down the other men before pulling her to her feet.

"We've got to move," she said, grimacing. Her gut felt like she'd just been tackled by a truck and her legs were tingling, but she knew they had to run. There was no telling how many guards might've heard the shots.

"Tony, come on!" she pulled herself out of his grip and dragged him along beside her. He was cold and his eyes were unblinking and he was breathing too fast. She hoped he'd snap out of it soon, because she didn't think they could afford him going into shock.

~/.\~

"Where's Garth!?" Morgan was pressed against the metal walls and almost out of bullets entirely. The guards were approaching, firing warning shots. He'd already taken one to the shoulder and two hit him squarely in the chest. Breathing hurt, his ribcage felt tight and he hoped to God he hadn't cracked anything. It felt like there were splinters in his chest and his legs felt like they were going to fall out from under him any second.

"Out cold!" Henricksen's voice rose above the noise and he jerked his heard toward the corner. Garth had been knocked out before the shooting had even begun a result of his own clumsiness more than anything. He'd tripped and slammed his head against the floor. Henricksen had been kneeling to pick him up when the guards arrived.

Morgan hissed and clenched his eyes shut as his gun clicked empty. He resisted the urge to throw it away, feeling for another clip without taking his eyes away from the two approaching guards. Henricksen swore loudly and fumbled with his own weapon. They were both out and royally screwed it seemed.

Morgan sucked in a sharp breath, ignoring the flash of agony that rippled through his body, and squared his shoulders. The least he could do was get captured with a bit of dignity intact.

The firing stopped as the guards realized they weren't shooting anymore. Morgan's hand inched toward the clip again, wondering if he could reload before they fired. It was worth a shot.

Two shots suddenly rang out in the hall, echoing loudly and the guards fell over dead. Garth was standing behind them with a goofy sort of smile on his face, watching Morgan and Henricksen curiously.

"What did I miss?"

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"Well ain't this just perfect," Mike muttered. His back was to Jenny and Fornell and they were all holding their guns out, watching the guards come at them from either side. Two on Jenny's side and three on Mike's.

"Got a plan to get us out of this one, Madame Director?"

There was a bit of a bite in his voice, but he was more focused on their attackers than he was anything else. They hadn't fired yet. Mike wasn't entirely sure why; they had a clear shot, but there had only been a warning shot, right over Jenny's head, before they started approaching.

"Sure," Jenny said, glancing back slightly but not taking her eyes off the men in front of her, "We shoot our way out. Simple."

"Great plan," Fornell said, "Sounds like something Gibbs would do."

Mike grinned, "Sounds like our only option… Might wanna hurry. You got a signal or –"

Jenny fired before he could finish the question and they followed her example. The second they started attacking, the guards began firing on them. Mike was a good shot, but ducking bullets and firing wasn't the easiest task there was. He crouched low and managed to take out two of the men with four shots. They weren't very good shots and they were slower on the trigger than he was.

The third was another issue. He heard Jenny swear behind him and then heard another loud blast as Fornell fired off three more shots and another ricocheted off the metal walls for a second before hitting him in the leg.

"Goddamn it!" he swore and fought to stay upright, firing another shot before the guard was practically right on him. Jenny spun around and fired a second after he did. The guard went down, but so did Mike.

"Mike!"

They knelt and turned him over. The guard's bullet had hit him right in the throat. Blood was pulsing from the wound at an alarming rate and Jenny's hands hovered over it helplessly. Mike tried to talk, but he couldn't. He could hardly breathe and things were going black in his vision. He lifted his hands with one last surge of energy and pushed Jenny away, motioning for them to run before everything went entirely dark and the pain started to ebb away.

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Hotch and Rigsby were walking a few feet in front of Rossi and Grace. The red head was anxiously watching over her shoulder and glancing up at Rigsby every few seconds. They'd had a mostly easy time getting around the passageways of the large ship, only being accosted once by a couple of guards. They were nearing the main quarters where they suspected the Master was staying.

They were right on top of the quarters when Jack Harkness came around the corner. He had a rifle strapped around his shoulder and lifted it up, about to shoot when Rigsby stopped him.

"Whoa, whoa! Don't shoot us! We're on your side!"

With narrow eyes, Jack lowered the weapon. He studied them for a moment, before nodding. He knew most of the guards on the ship and he'd never seen any of them. He eyed the guns that they were carrying and looked back at them, "You're gonna kill the Master with those?"

"We're going to try," Hotch said.

"It's not that easy," Jack said, "Trust me. Time Lords don't go down that easy."

"Do you know what will kill him?" Grace asked, "We've come this far; we can't just give up now."

Suddenly, the sound of heavy boots hitting the metal floors echoed behind them.

"Damn it," Rossi swore, turning toward the sound. "That sounds like a lot of them."

"Too many for us to take," Hotch said, "Let's move. Hurry!"

They turned and started in the opposite direction, this time with Jack at their side. They would've talked as they moved, but none of them were particularly interesting in conversation at the moment. Behind them they could hear the guards calling for them to stop or they'd shoot.

Jack skidded to a stop and turned to face them, lifting the rifle and opening fire. Three of the seven guards went down and Rossi, Rigsby, Hotch and Grace turned to help Jack as the bullets started flying from both ends.

The sound was deafening in the narrow space and bullets bounced off the walls and shot dangerously around the hall. Hotch couldn't tell who was hit and who wasn't until after several tense minutes to bullets from the other end of the hall stopped coming. He had to check to make sure he hadn't been hit himself. His body was strangely numb and he wasn't sure he'd have noticed being injured if it had happened.

"Rossi's been shot!" Grace's voice rose over the clamor in his mind and he turned, forcing his expression to remain as unaffected as possible. Rossi was on the ground, clutching his right knee.

"It's not bad," Rossi said, "I'll live." He grimace and pulled his hands away from the knee, staring down at the bright red blood. "Not sure I'll be able to walk though…"

"Here," Jack pulled him up, supporting his weight, "I'll get him to the landing bay. You guys keep moving. The Master's quarters are two doors up on the right. Be careful."

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Andy had left Spencer waiting by the landing bay, telling the young doctor to stay hidden. The halls were quiet and empty near the guards' quarters and he found the Joneses waiting inside, huddled together. Tish jumped when he opened the door and relaxed as her mother held her tighter against her.

"Come on, hurry," he said, waving them forward and glancing down the halls, "We don't have time to waste. Let's get you off this ship."

Francine smiled a watery smile and hugged him, making him blush a bit as he led them back to where Spencer was pacing anxiously.

"Alright, get in hurry," he motioned toward one of the waiting air ships, every nerve in his body tingling as the Joneses climbed in, Tish and Francine first. He turned toward Spencer and the young man hesitated.

"I want to stay," he said, "The Doctor –"

"The Doctor said you're to leave," Andy insisted, "You're not in any shape to help fight with the rest, Spencer. Please. You don't have much –"

Andy suddenly stopped talking Spencer jerked backwards as he was sprayed with blood and bits of brain matter.

"Andy!" he stood still for a half a second before he saw one of the guards standing there, taking aim again. He dove toward the air ship and frantically tried to get the doors sealed before the guard can fire again. Something hit him in the calf as the door hissed shut and he bit down hard on his lip to keep from screaming. He stared down at the controls for a second before closing his eyes and hoping he'd understood Jack's explanation properly.

The craft jolted forward, skipped, stopped again and then finally took off. Bullets flew at them still, but they were too far away. Francine was crying as she hugged Tish tightly against her chest and Clive was smiling for the first time in months. For a moment, Spencer relaxed, focusing on keeping the ship going in a straight line. It wasn't very bright out and he could hardly see. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he managed to keep them in the air for nearly fifteen minutes.

Then the controls jammed in his hands. The ship started making a loud, screaming sort of sound and he tried his best to jerk them back up as they started falling.

"What's happening!?" Clive yelled over the noise and Spencer shook his head, not answering as he fought to keep them from crashing hard into the ground below.

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Rossi was trying not to swear as Jack helped him along the corridor toward the landing bay. His leg felt like it was on fire and even with the other man's help, he could feel every single move they made. The bullet was still in him, lodged somewhere in his bone, he'd bet. He tried not to move the leg, but that was impossible.

"Just a few more minutes," Jack promised, "then you'll be able to sit still."

"Doubt that'll help with the pain," Rossi grunted, "I need to get this damn bullet out of my leg…"

"One thing at a time," Jack said, smiling.

They were only a few yards away from the exit to the landing bay when the guards showed up. Four on each side. Jack swore and eased Rossi down, holding one hand up in surrender. There was no way he'd be able to take them all, but he still had some ammo left in the rifle he was carrying. He glanced down at Rossi and then back at the guards. As they moved closer, his hands went for the gun.

He only got off a couple of shots before he was riddled with bullet holes. Rossi was yelling over the sound, staring at Jack's limp body as the guards closed in. Two of them broke off and grabbed him around the arms, hauling in to his feet and starting to drag him away. He grimaced and tried to jerk himself free.

"Watch it," he snapped, "I'm not running anywhere any time soon, you know."

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Lassiter, Henry and Rufus were coming around the corner by the conference room when the Toclafane came out. They'd expected to see them sooner, but the absence had made them a bit more relaxed than they should have been. When they heard those buzzing metal spheres they didn't waste a second.

They ran while Lassiter fumbled to pull out the electric weapon. He only managed to take out three before the gun jammed. He swore and they kept running. Rufus far ahead of him.

"Which way?" he yelled back.

"Landing bay!" Lassiter yelled, "We can't take these guys on our own. We've got to retreat! Now!"

Rufus was fast in spite of his years and he made it around the corner before the guards showed up behind him. Lassiter pushed the injured Henry toward him, calling for Rufus to help him even as the veteran tried to stay behind and help. Rufus looped an arm around Henry and started dragging him. It slowed him down, but he was still ahead of them by far enough.

Lassiter swore when the bullets started firing along with the sounds of the blades whirring from the Toclafane. Everything in him wanted to go down fighting, but the guards were on him too quick. He could hear Rufus ahead of him and hoped the old man got out of there before they could grab him too. Every man to make it out counted for something.

~/.\~

"We can't keep going," Dean called once the electric weapons stopped working. They'd only taken out half a dozen Toclafane and they just kept coming. They were already running toward the landing bay. They'd only caught a glimpse of the Master before the Time Lord had smiled and set the Toclafane on them, sending them running. Halfway back to the ships they ran into Hotch, Grace and Rigsby.

No one asked what had happened to Rossi. They weren't really sure they wanted to. Tony and Prentiss came around the corner ahead of them, more Toclafane coming up on their tail.

"We've got to call it," Hotch said, "The landing bay is ahead, and the weapons aren't working. We can't stay!"

Gibbs swore, but nodded. They only stopped once as they ran toward their goal. They saw Rufus kneeling over a dead body with Henry next to him, hands clamped around his leg. Gibbs recognized it as Jack Harkness. He ordered them to take the man with them. If there was anyone who could help, it was Jack.

"Are you sure he's going to come back?" McGee frowned as he and Rigsby knelt to lift Jack. His body was full of holes, his torso covered in blood. "He doesn't look like he's going to be waking up anytime soon."

"We've watched this guy coming back to life hundreds of times. We're taking him with us," Gibbs said, "Unless anyone has any reason to object?" he raised a brow and no one protested.

"Then let's get moving!"

McGee and Rigsby lifted the body. It took almost two minutes to get to the landing bay and they were all climbing into their ships. Gibbs was looking around for Jenny, but so far there wasn't any sign of her or Mike anywhere.

"Boss?" Tony glanced at him, "Are you alright?"

"We should give them a few more seconds," Gibbs said, frowning.

"I don't think we have a few more seconds," Sam pointed out, "I can hear them coming –"

Jenny and Fornell suddenly bust around the corner. Lasers were firing around them and they all dove toward their ships. The Toclafane were right behind her and firing indiscriminately, unlike the guards who seemed to be aiming more to injure than to kill.

Dean was shoving Grace and Lisbon into the closest ship, trying to get them moving when he heard his brother yell.

"Dean, behind you!"

Sam shoved him to the side in time for Dean to see the bright flash of the lasers hit Sam square in the chest.

"Sam! No! Sammy!" Dean caught Sam before he could land, his eyes wide and his jaw going slack. He slapped Sam's face and shook him roughly, "No, Sammy, come on, don't you do this to me! Not here; not now!"

"Get in the ship!" Lisbon was calling, "He's gone, Dean, I'm sorry, but we've got to get moving!"

"He's not dead!" Dean screamed, still holding onto Sam. But Lisbon was right. They couldn't linger. Ignoring Lisbon's protest, he pulled Sam inside with them and didn't wait for the doors to seal properly before taking off. His body was shaking and he was already sick, but he had more important things on his mind than flying. He glanced over at Sam's prone for and shook his head. His brother was not dead. He couldn't be.

Back on the landing bay, Hotch and Rigsby were inside a ship with McGee and Jack's still dead body. McGee was fumbling with the controls, his hands shaking. He'd flown one of them there and was thankfully familiar with the controls, but the noises and the screams around them was making it difficult for him to concentrate.

"We can't keep sitting here!" Hotch called, "We've got to move! McGee, get us in the air!"

McGee was still shaky and he glanced back at Hotch. The door wasn't closed and Hotch was trying to pull them shut so that they would seal, but McGee thrust them forward and he lost his grip. Hotch tumbled back and slammed into McGee, the wind roaring in his ears as he struggled forward and grabbed hold of the door again, yanking it shut with one powerful pull before slumping back and sucking in a shaky, painful breath.

Across the landing bay, Gibbs waved them ahead when the ship stalled for a second. He was waiting for Rufus and Jenny to get into the ship with him. Prentiss and Tony were cornered with Henry, trying to shoot their way out of the tight grouping to get to where they needed to be.

McGee took off, glancing back as he followed the first ship.

Garth was out cold again and Henricksen was carrying him, dragging him really, to the empty vessel. He hadn't piloted one of the ships on the way there, but he figured he had the general idea. Despite Garth's thin, bony form, he was heavy and hard to haul, making Henricksen's muscels burn with the excertion.

Morgan was several feet behind them, trying to keep up and shoot the guards as well. He was sure he had at least one broken rib. Probably a dislocated shoulder too, judging from the pain he felt with every movement. He wanted to sit down and not get up again for a month.

He awkwardly held his gun, his dislocated right shoulder making it painful to aim and fire. He heard Henricksen calling out from several feet ahead, telling him to duck and run so he could cover him.

With a shaky breath, Morgan nodded quick to signal that he'd head him and took the risk and spun around, glancing behind him every couple of seconds. He tried to fire again, but the motion was almost impossible with his shoulder. He couldn't twist around like he needed to in order to get a clear shot, and instead ran forward toward the ship, trying to weave through the bullets as he went.

He was vaguely aware of Henricksen yelling as the other man backed toward the ship. Bullets zipped by his head as he watched Henricksen push Garth inside the ship, trying to maneuver his awkward limbs so that he too could slide inside. It took thirty very slow seconds for Morgan to reach the ship. Henricksen was standing outside, trying to hold his ground against the guards. He pulled Morgan forward by his good arm and Morgan latched onto the door, his face screwing up in pain.

With one quick, agonizing movement, Morgan swung himself into the pilot's seat and fought back a scream. He quickly turned himself toward Henricksen again and picked up his gun to start firing, but his eyes widened as he watched the other man go down, blood spurting from his throat as another bullet hit him.

"HENRICKSEN!" he screamed and fired toward the guards in the direction of the shot, eyes darting back to Henricksen's prone body. He couldn't tell if he was breathing and he was too far away for Morgan to drag him into the ship. He looked back to the guards who were slowly closing in.

He could see Gibbs waving him forward and Prentiss' attention was on Tony. With a sick twist in his gut, Morgan sealed the doors and took flight.

Prentiss had managed to get into one of the ships and was still firing at them from where she was. Bullets were flying everywhere when she dragged a gasping and bleeding Henry inside and pushed him back out of the way.

"Tony! Get in!" she called out to him and killed two more guards before tossing her now empty gun out of the way. Ducking, she yanked Tony backwards. He stumbled and felling inside. He could hear the door seals hiss shut and blinked to see Prentiss fumbling with the controls.

"Wait! We can't leave Gibbs!"

"We've got to get out of here!" Prentiss said, glancing back toward Gibbs and Jenny and Rufus. "We don't have time, Tony. They're close to the ship. We've got to go!"

She took off with a sickening jolt and Tony watched Gibbs and the others get smaller behind them.

Rufus had crawled into the ship and was half-hanging out the door, firing over Gibbs and Jenny's heads. Fornell had taken a hard hit to the head somewhere along the way and was unconscious. Rufus had dragged him into the back of the craft before turning back to cover the others.

"Hurry up! Climb in and I'll cover you!" he called over the noise. Gibbs was quick, but not quick enough to avoid two bullets to the shoulder before he got in. He was clutching the wound for a second, then turned to face Jenny, reaching out with his good hand to pull her inside.

Just as his hand grabbed hers, her mouth fell open into a small "o" and her eyes widened.

"NO!" he screamed as her grip when slack in his hand, "NO! Jen! Don't let go! Get in!"

He tried to pull her forward, but there was a guard behind him pulling her back and she fought not to let go, her face contorted in pain. She must've taken a bullet to the back. She was still breathing. The vest had to have stopped the worst of the damage, but her grip was slipping. His fingers clutched at hers, but a second later his hand was empty and she was being yanked further away from him.

"Go, Jethro! Go!" she screamed and tumbled back. Gibbs fought Rufus for a second as the man yanked him back and slammed the doors. He launched himself at Rufus, but Rufus was already pushing the controls forward, ignoring Gibbs when he punched him and tried to jump from the ship.

"She's gone already, Gibbs!" Rufus snapped, "We can't save her. We'll get ourselves killed."

"We can't just leave her!"

"We don't have a choice!"

"Like hell we don't!"

Gibbs tried to take the controls from Rufus, but Rufus wouldn't let him, slamming his gun into the side of Gibbs' head and disorienting him long enough for them to leave the landing bay in an awkward, lurching movement that sent Gibbs tumbling toward the windshield. He scrambled to right himself and turned around just in time to see them dragging Jenny away.

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A/N: *collapses and dies*

This chapter took a LOT out of me to write. And I'm sure it's not brilliant. I hated writing this chapter; I hate writing action scenes. I suck at it. And this felt like a horrible, terrible thing. I have no idea if this even flows the way I wanted. *sighs* I really hope it's not terrible. At least I hope it's decent.

So now I have to beat my head against a rock to stop myself to setting this whole thing on fire.

Also: classes start back for me tomorrow. I had hoped to get more done before then, but alas, life refused. I am still going to try and update as fast as humanly possible, so don't give up on me!

And yes, I DID kill Sam. Don't worry. It had to be done, because I've been watching season 2 and I wanted to pay a little homage to "All Hell Breaks Loose" because parallels are important and the YED's plans aren't just going to be put on hold. Sammy's got a shit road ahead of him, just like Jake. He and Jake are technically still the last two standing. In my head Ava, Andy (SPN), Lily and all the others are dead so Sam and Jake are the only two psychic kids still alive. Things aren't going to go down the same way, but expect that plotline to come up soon-ish as well.

Please don't forget to review!