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Title: SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES 3: SANCTUARY

Author/pseudonym: PEJA

Fandom: THE SENTINEL/MAN FROM UNCLE/EMERGENCY/THE OTHERS

Pairing: JIM/BLAIR NAPOLEON/ILLYA

Rating: NC-17

Status: NEW/WIP

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E-mail: daltonavon@yahoo.com

Series/Sequel: Part 3 of the Something Wicked Series

Other websites https://www.squidge.org/~peja/

Disclaimers: Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg, as well as the members of Cascade Major Crimes belonged to Petfly. Petfly sold them to the Scifi channel. The Scifi channel dissed them.....I can treat them well...have a nice little cage for two set up and ready....And hey, I might even feed them.

Dr. Neil Colby, and Dr Dick De Roy as well as Johnny Gage and the gang at 51/Rampart belong to the creators of Emergency

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin are agents from The Man From UNCLE fame and belong to their creators.

Elmer Greentree and Mark belong to the Other's Group and their creator's.

Notes: Once more we are delving into my dark side. The boys had better hang on to each other or they are lost souls on the highway of my imagination.

Summary: Under the protection of the underground, Blair and Jim find themselves outsiders looking in.

Warnings: AU, this is part of the Something Wicked universe. If you haven't read the first part, I can't promise you'll understand what's happening.

WARNING 2: RAPE.....MASS VIOLENCE UPON THE BODY OF THE ADORABLE ONE

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES 3: SANCTUARY

By PEJA

The front door slammed closed with enough force to vibrate the walls.

Startled, Jim jerked his head up from behind the newspaper he'd been scanning in time to see Blair bolt past toward the bedroom they shared. Seconds later the door exploded open again and Napoleon dashed into the house in full pursuit.

His afternoon read forgotten, Jim intercepted the older man within the blink of a eye, snatching up one arm as Napoleon galloped past him and whirling the man back around to face his raging blue gaze. "What the hell is the rush, Solo?"

Napoleon's chocolate glance darted toward the bedroom before he swallowed hard, shrugging. "Nothing."

Twin daggers of blue shredded Napoleon's defenseless defenses. "What's going on, Napoleon?"

The older man sent a scurrying glance around the room for his lover and found himself alone with the Blessed Protector caveman. "Blair...." He said with a tired sigh.

"Blair what?"

Napoleon's lips pressed tight.

"Well?" Jim pressed after a moment's drawn out silence.

"Its not my place to carry tales," Napoleon murmured, avoiding the intense stare directed at him.

"What's going on?" Illya asked, stepping into the room with a cup of tea in hand.

"That's what I'm trying to find out." Jim glared at dark haired man. "You're partner is suffering from a closed jaw. I'd hate to have to break it to find out what I want to know."

A cold Russian gaze impaled the furious sentinel. "Back up, Caveman. I like that jaw just the way it is, if you don't mind." He pointed to the sofa. "Napoloeon."

Blanching, Waverly's top agent slipped Jim's grasp and scurried before his partner's implied order, settling on the sofa with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes cast down.

Silence reigned in the room for several beats before Illya asked, "Are you in the proper mindset?"

"Yes, sir," Napoleon said shakily.

Illay stared on the man's bowed head for several more seconds, waiting. "Very well." He lifted his steaming cup and swallowed a small sip of the hot tea stretching out Napoleon's discomfort by leaps. "What is this all about, my sweet bl'adovat'?"

Napoloeon dared a quick glance at his lover. "I can't, sir. It's not my place to speak."

One blonde brow rose. "Who is your master, Napoleon?"

Napoleon flinched under the soft spoken question. "You are, Sir."

"And what do you own, bl'adovat'?"

Napoleon seemed to shrink in on himself. "All I have belongs to you, Sir"

"Look at me, slave."

Napoleon's gaze lifted, too obviously reluctant, but obediant in the end.

"All?"

Napoleon swallowed hard. "Y--Yes, Master. Everything."

"Yet you deny me something I wish?"

Wide-eyed, Napoleon shook his head. "No, I..."

"You said yourself everything you have belongs to me." Illya smiled coldly, like only he could. "By your very words, your thoughts belong to me, Napoleon."

"Please, Sir. I gave my word, Master." Napoleon whispered. "Blair doesn't want me to tell anyone."

Crossing his arms over his broad chest, Illya stared down his aristocratic nose.

"Master, please...."

Illya remained rigid.

"Don't let him go out alone again." Napoleon's words were a whisper.

"Dammit, Solo, talk to us." Jim cried out.

The dark haired man sighed, nodding. "It's....Blair....This place.... Illya, Blair is not happy here."

"Well, what the hell is it?" Jim demanded. "Why's he upset?"

Napoleon threw a silent plea toward Illya. The Russian master stared, unblinking back at him.

Uttering a shuddering sigh, Napoleon bowed his head. "Blair's past has come out."

"what difference should that make?" Jim asked, confused shadows swirling in his gaze.

Napoleon shrugged. "Some people see brothel slaves as being something less than human. Like being born into slavery means you must not have any human thoughts, feelings."

"Get to the point, Solo." Jim snarled, his hands curling into fists.

"How much clearer can I get. These people....They found out where Blair came from. They think they can treat him like...." Napoleon threw his hands in the air. "Dammit, Illya, Blair isn't a brothel slave anymore. He's a sensitive child. He shouldn't have to..."

"Has he done something with these men?" Jim demanded, sparks shooting from his darkening gaze.

Napoleon stared gape mouthed at the sentinel. "You're a fucking bastard, Ellison," he managed finally.

"What else do you expect me to think, Solo?"

"I expect you of all people to trust him." Napoleon said softly.

The rage flushed out of Jims rigid frame and he sighed. "I.....You're right. I was a jerk for i\even thinking...."

"He's trying, Ellison," Napoleon relented. "Really trying to live up to your expectations. He wants to please you, you know? To behavve like you expect your guide to behave..."

"Shut up," Blair's furious voice quivered in the air. "Shut up. Do you hear me? Shut up."

Jim whirled, facing his furious guide. "Blair?" He took a step toward the man shaking with temper before him.

"Don't." Blair retreated a step backward. He pointed an accusatory finger at Jim. "Don't you dare spout your fucking platitudes at me, Sentinel."

Hurt flickered, unseen by the smaller man, over Jim's face. "Please, Blair..."

"You're as big a hypocrate as the rest of these bastards. You, with your I love you, Blair. Let me make it better, Blair. Don't look at that guy like that, Blair." he snarled. "With your don't flirt Blair. Don't smile so seductively, Blair. You're being too friendly, Blair." He drew a shuddering breath. "Why can't you just accept I am what I am? why can't you accept me?"

"Enough," Illya snapped bringing Blair up short. "Apologize to Jim, Blair."

Blair went deathly pale, his too lean features taking on a fragile quality. "I am what I am," he whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Can't you just want me for who I am?"

"I do, Blair."

A diamond tear slipped from downcast eyes. "You don't, you know. You want the Blair I could have been if I had been born free. But I wasn't. I was born a brothel bitch. A slave to be fucked for the price of a cheap drink. Everyone here knows it. And so do those men outside. They look at me and see what I am." His near-blind gaze sought out the front door. "They won't let me change."

Jim swooped on the smaller man, gathering him close. "I don't care about that, Blair," he whispered into the mass of riotous curls. "You are everything to me. Everything. I need you, do you hear me? I need you."

Blair crumbled against the bigger man, shuddering under the tide of tearful despair.

Jim's arms tightened around his small fraame. He murmured sweet nonsense words into the ear of the pain blinded, near sightless creature that he loved beyond anything he thought possible.

And finally Blair melted in the depth of his love. His fingers tangled in the soft cloth of Jim's shirt, cluthcing for support his legs couldn't give alone.

Jim clasped him tight, supporting the weakened man against his chest. "I love you, you idiot." Jim murmured, forcing Blair to look up at him. "I love every single aspect of you. Even your past."

Blair's entire body shook under that. "No...."

"Yes," Jim said firmly. "Even the past. Dammit, Blair, forget the others. They don't matter."

"But...."

Jim dropped a silencing finger over Blair's pale lips. "They don't matter. Say it, Sweetcheeks."

Trapped in Jim's darkened gaze, Blair parroted. "They... don't matter."

Jim smiled, nodding. "I know your worth. And so do Napoleon and Illya. We love you. Do you understand that at all? We love you." He said the last three words firmly, and separately. "The rest don't matter unless we given them importance."

A rueful smile ghosted Blair's lips. "I know how jealous you are, Jim."

"Me?" Jim arched a dark brow. "Jealous? How can you say that? I'm the model of calm. I walk on water above simple pettiness like jealousy. I mean really, when have I ever given you cause to accuse me of such a thing?"

Lips twitching, Blair fought to resist the grin threatening to break through. "Gee, I wonder."

Jim heaved an efect gust of afrount. "My virtue has been seriously maligned, don't you think, Illya?"

Illya sipped his tea, eyes alit with the teasing. "I'm not getting involved, Caveman."

Blair tilted his chin up. "Ha."

"Come here, you." Jim dragged the squirming dancer tighter in his embrace and buried a tender kiss in the deep russet curls. "You belong to me, little man. forever and eternally."

A growl of relaxed pleasure rumbled between them.

"Blair?"

The smaller man burrowed against his lover, his fingers curling in the open shirt.. "Hmmmm?"

Jim eased up on his embrace and curled a finger under Blair's chin, bringing their gazes inline. "For a blind man you run pretty good."

Blair stiffened in his arms.

"Is it getting better, Sweetcheeks?" Jim pressed. "Can you see more today?"

Breaking the contact between them, Blair sighed, "Grey is grey."

"Come on, Blair. Don't be evasive. Are you seeing better today or not."

"Who can tell."

"You, Blair." Jim's fingers curled around Blair's forearms, pulling himaganst his chest once more. "You can tell."

A tired sigh parted Blair's lips. "Jim, you do care about me, don't you? I mean, you're not just keeping me around because of this guide imperative, are you?"

"After all we've been through I would have thought you'd never have to ask me that again, Sweetcheeks." Jim brushed the curls away from Blair's neck and brushed a soft kiss there. "I can't exist without you, Blair. I don't want to exist without you. Don't you understand that?"

"I wish...." Blair bit his lips, silencing himself.

"What do you wish?"

"I...If I never get better, if I can't do the guide thing like I'm supposed to do."

"You will, Blair."

"But if I don't. Jim, you gotta understand, I trip. I fall flat on my face so many times a day I can't count them, cause I just don't see something that's coming at me."

"You get around pretty good here."

He leaned his head back against Jim's chest. "Only because you make sure not to move things around so I don't fall over the coffee table or something. Only because I've memorized the land in here. Sure I can run through here without thinking about it, but that's because I've spent hours and hours walking the rooms."

Jim rested his cheek in Blair's curls. "Blair, no matter what happens, no matter if you go completely blind again tomorrow or see like and eagle, I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Blair. I love you."

Blair breathed slowly in and out several times, then said, "I think I might have improved a little just now."

"Yeah?"

Blair nodded.

Jim turned him in his arms. "One day at a time, Sweetcheeks. One day at a time."

END PART 1

RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS:

shalava: slut

petuh: a male used as a woman

odin' ebe" sya, drugoi draznitsy. kakay raznitsa: one fucks, the other one teases, what's the difference?

ebat': to fuck

bl'adovat' one who is fucked

bl'adki: fuck session

otsosi: blow me