A/N: As always, there are several people I would like to thank bc i just love them so much. Thank you to michelle (bbcmartin) for boosting my confidence and making me cry over sherlock.
a huge thank you to sam (watsonyourmindd) who i'm now crediting as my offical editor 3 I love you guys so much
and as always thank you to Anushka (johnissherlocked) for starting this whole prompt.
Feedback is greatly appreciated, if there's anything that doesn't make sense or needs clarifying please let me know
love always- sh
James Jordan couldn't remember the last time he'd been so afraid, and James Jordan hated to be afraid. The little girl was growing heavy in his arms. God, what had she been eating? James didn't know how such a small child could weigh so much. And of course, the Reformers had to drug her. James grunted as he adjusted her position. He had one arm under her knees, and the other around her shoulders, clutching her to his chest. It made running very difficult.
He ran as fast as he could down the steel gravel path, struggling to keep his footing. Of all the places on earth, Meghan Carpenter, James' assignment, had to live on a farm in the middle of nowhere. James scowled as he nearly tripped over a branch in the middle of the path. If he could just stop, he could get to the device in his pocket, and get Meghan to the safe house. He risked a look over his shoulder without slowing down.
The Reformer was gaining on him quickly, and boy, did he look pissed. Blood matted his greasy blonde hair to the left side of his face. James had attempted to injure him with a flare gun. It hadn't gone well. The knife in the Reformer's hand glittered in the afternoon sun. James' throat tightened. He didn't like knives.
"Get back here, you bastard!" The Reformer shouted, as if that might actually appeal to James. "I might let you live if you hand over the bitch!"
"Tempting," James called back, dodging another branch. "But I'll pass."
The Reformer growled. The sound made James' skin crawl. No human should growl like that.
"There's no point in running!" The Reformer yelled again. "You'll have to stop eventually. And when you do, I'll be there, waiting to cut you into bloody ribbons."
James focused his energy into running. He had to find somewhere to stop so he could get to the device in his pocket, but with the knife wielding Reformer on his heels, that wasn't an option.
Just when James was considering stopping and facing his opponent, for better or worse, the little girl jerked in his arms. If James hadn't been clinging to her as tight as he had been, he would have dropped her. She jerked again, and her eyes flew open. They were glowing. Brilliant blue light poured from her irises. James recoiled.
"Stop!" Meghan commanded.
"Wha-?" James stammered.
"I. Said. STOP!" James froze. Power radiated from her voice.
"Put me down," she ordered, and James complied without question. The eerie light in her eyes was seriously giving James the creeps. He'd never seen anything like it before.
Meghan turned to face the Reformer, focusing her blazing fury on him. He stopped short, his face painted with surprise. Without a word, Meghan raised her hand. The same blue light radiated from her palm. The Reformer was bathed in the light. He screamed, his body burning. He twitched and shuddered, and then went up in a great, blinding light. James shielded his eyes, but pain shot through his skull anyways. He fell to his knees, cradling his pounding head in his hands.
He felt a presence in front of him. He opened his eyes slowly, and Meghan's gaze was level with his. The knife wielding man was gone, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. James's stomach twisted in revolt.
"Save me James Jordan," Meghan pleaded, her glowing eyes bored into his. It was impossible to look away. "You have to save me."
"I-I will," James promised.
"I've been poisoned." Meghan stated. "I cannot talk long. Take me to the safe house, James. That's very important."
"I understand. I'm going to help you, Meghan. I swear," he said. Pain was still burning behind his eyelids. The image of the burning man was scalded into his memory.
"Thank you," Meghan sighed. "And James? I know what you're thinking. About your family-your parents." James started. How could she know that? "It wasn't your fault."
Meghan's eyes fluttered shut and she swayed on her feet. James steadied her with his hands before she could hit the ground. He was beyond shocked. He had never seen anything like what Meghan had just done, and he'd seen a lot of weird things in his seventeen years. James fished the silver device out of his pocket and twisted it until the settings lined up correctly. He gritted his teeth and crushed the device in his hand. There was the usual blinding light and high pitched whine, followed by the falling through space.
James twisted himself around in the darkness so that he broke Meghan's fall. His back slammed painfully into the ground of the forest surrounding the safe house. His breath was forced from his lungs, and he lay on the ground for a moment, trying to suck some air back into his lungs.
James had always hated the Agency's travel methods. In the early days of his training, it had always made him sick. Even now, it was still highly unpleasant.
When he'd regained his breath, he hauled himself to his feet, pulling Meghan into his grasp. She hung limply in his arms, showing no sign of her former glowing. Her earlier words hung in his mind. It's not your fault. James shook his head. It was his fault. He knew that. He'd accepted it a long time ago.
James sighed, forcing more air into his lungs, and headed for the cabin. A sense of dread washed over him. He hadn't been to the house sense he was a little kid. The place had always given him the creeps. He trudged up to the back door and punched in the code his parents had drilled into his head. The door swung open.
Pushing down his unease, he stepped into the cabin.
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