trans_9 | A House Divided [Part 3]

It's going deep again, and looked like Leon was going to get it back. No way Xander was going to let that happen. This got ugly fast, but they still had a job to do.

He hoisted the grav gun to fetch a large rock to send toward his team leader.

"Nothing personal, just business," he yelled as he fired.

Xander, Leon just might carve out your other eye for that.

Luckily, he's used to dodging rocks, and dived into a building to avoid being hit. Unfortunately, the rock was now blocking the entrance... Leon was going to have to find another way around.

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Sam was in the midst of cursing himself for not gaining more ground on Leon than he had when a boulder came flying in from out of nowhere and force the Chief of Security to halt his pursuit of the Yeerk. Seizing the opportunity, Sam charged forward, his sights set on the metallic ball that now lay on the ground....

He drops in front of him so quickly the asphalt cracks. There is no talking, though, there is no cheerful Jaime. He's not ragingly angry, it burns just under the surface. There's something...righteous about his anger. It isn't hateful, it isn't fueled by the bitterness of betrayal. It's something that's simmering hot, but controllable, rooted entirely in his desire to protect other people.

People got hurt.

People got hurt.

Sam is thwacked in the stomach so hard he slams into the wall of the building about ten feet away. Not hard enough to seriously injure him, but enough to really shake him and knock the wind out of him. Only then does Blue Beetle speak.

"I said that what we both had in common was that we both didn't want to see innocent people get hurt. When you agreed with me, was that a lie or are you just really, really bad at following your own words?"

That he didn't see coming.

Sam's back slammed against the wall, forcing the air from his lungs and winding him.

"No," he croaked, staring at Jaime. It wasn't a lie. Ensuring that people didn't get hurt was the reason he was down here, the reason he'd left his cell, the reason he was doing this to begin with. He hadn't wanted the fight. But he hadn't run from it either. Not when it meant risking Schmuz getting free and picking up where he and his friends left off....

"I wasn't lying. And I never wanted this. No more than you did."

"That thing gets loose again, a lot more innocent people will be getting hurt. Sorry man," Xander replied as he shot another larger rock, more of a boulder really at Jaime. He didn't like this either, and it was going to be bad around here for a while. But this had to be finished.

"We're taking the slug out."

There is a thud.

Then, muffled by the boulder:

"ow."

It's good that's all he can say at the moment, though, or he might have pointed out how much more productive it would have been to squish the Yeerkball. Which would've been counterproductive to his protecting it.

"Think again."

Leon had found a way out, and now found his way into a position behind Xander, and pistol-whipped him in the back of the skull. Hard.

"And for the record, that was personal."

He didn't bother staying there long, as he was already on the move towards Sam and the Yeerk.

"Reyes! Can you hear me? I'll get you out of there in a moment."

First he had to deal with Sam.

"Leon, I don't think--you can lift--a boulder--"

But Jaime could blast through it.

"Stand clear!"

Blue cracks appear in it and it explodes, though its blast radius isn't very far, and then he's up again, rather quickly, and launches himself towards Sam, because Leon will get there, but he's not getting there before Sam snags the Yeerkball.

Most of the conspirators are standing down or hurt. It's down to Sam, really.

It's always been down to Sam.

"You have a funny way of not hurting people, Sam. Hurting them to help them--are you from some weird version of Bizarro World? Is that how it works there?"

He's being a little rough, but this makes him mad.

"I hate to do this. I don't want to fight you. But this isn't about doing what's easy--it's about doing what's right."

Jaime wants to make Sam feel more banged around than he actually is. Knock the wind out of him. Not cause any real damage while he's doing it. That's why lifts him up off the ground by his collar, flies towards the wall again, and slams him back against it, pinning him there, intending to do so until Leon can cuff him.

Despite it being relatively innocuous, this is what turns out to be the grand mistake of the evening.

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He's got the Yeerk in his hands, again. But Jaime's on him again. He doesn't stand a chance against the teenager. Sam knew he never did. He had the Yeerk, but it didn't matter. Jaime wouldn't let him kill it. And Leon was only moments away. Like they said, people were hurt. Hurt because Sam and the others had tried to protect them. And they hadn't let them. And now, the Yeerk would survive anyway. Schmuz would live. And all those people that were hurt were hurt for nothing.

Anger + Terror + Desperation = Bad things, especially when it comes to Sam Winchester.

It happens in seconds. It's almost instinctual. Something he can do but can never control.

Another powerful wave of energy, telekinetic energy, the second of the battle slams into Jaime, sending the Blue Beetle hurtling into the air and crashing into a building.

Sam didn't mean to. He didn't how he did it. He never did know how. He. Just. Did.

The rubble shifts and stirs and then stops moving. Jaime doesn't get up again.

Sam wasn't given a chance to think about it, or even to breathe before a knife is heading through the air heading right towards him.

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"F*@#!" Sam curses when the blade slices through his flesh and embeds itself in his left shoulder.

He doesn't think twice. He doesn't even move to remove the sharp metal from his body. Sam swiftly lifts his Beretta and starts emptying the clip at Leon.

Dodging boulders was easy. Dodging bullets was much more difficult, but not impossible. Leon started moving laterally the moment the gun was raised, so Sam could only aim where Leon had just been. While the bullets whizzed by his head, he tossed a can of tear gas at Sam.

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Leon, surprisingly, had really good aim when it came to throwing while he was moving. The can hit the ground less than a meter away from Sam and slowly rolled to his feet.

"Oh, F*#@ you!" Sam shouted, right before he kicked the can back at Leon just as the gas was starting to release. Sam has good aim, too.

But while he was kicking he wasn't shooting, and Leon took the chance to charge straight at Sam.

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Seeing Leon coming at him, Sam had to think fast. He dropped the Yeerk-ball, kicking it backward to rest against the wall behind him. Then, gritting his teeth through the pain, he grabbed a hold of the knife wedged in his shoulder and tugged it out, then sent it sailing back to its owner.

Leon raised his forearm to block, and the knife ended up embedded right in it. He grunted loudly in pain, but didn't even so much as slow down. He dove at Sam, wanting to tackle the little bastard and put him on the ground.

It was about time for him to put an end to this. One way or another.

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Sam dropped as Leon dove at him--sending a sharp pain surging through his shoulder as it hit the ground--and kicked his foot forward, aiming for Leon's chest in an effort to send the Echo lead flying off of Sam and in the opposite direction.

His plan only half worked. Leon went with the flip, rolling through on his uninjured arm and springing up to his feet only a few feet away.

"Get up, you filthy little shit."

Leon yanked his knife out of his forearm and held it ready.

"You want to turn yourself into a monster in order to kill one? Fine. But since day one on the job, I've been the guy who stood between the monsters and whoever want to harm."

He circled around a few steps, putting himself between Sam and the Yeerk, and took his stance there.

Bring it, boy.

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"I'm right here, dickhead," Sam answered, holding his one good arm out, taunting Leon.

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Sam leaned back and grabbed Leon's foot by the ankle just inches away from his own face, then swept his own leg down, aiming for Leon's other knee.

After Paco had been dismissed from the Precinct, he'd made himself scarce. The less he had to deal with this, the better; as far as he was concerned. Until the shooting and the shouting had started.

He'd gotten there just in time to see Jaime go flying, and while Sam and Leon had gone about beating the crap out of each other, he'd picked his way through the rubble to get to Jaime.

"Come on dude, please be knocked out..."

Leon dropped to the ground, but quickly aimed one kick straight at the inside of Sam's kneecap, then right up into his crotch.

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