Okay guys, guys, guys Guys GUYS! School, for me, starts in four days! FOUR DAYS! So that means I'm going to try and put out a bunch of chapters really quickly right in a row to finish the story before the inevitable "School Pause" in which posts become so infrequent people begin to hate me and I just cry and attempt to apologize. So get ready guys.

Also, my vacation was lovely but so hot I couldn't even sleep no joke.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything really.

Dylan Rhodes

"Send the rest of the men in," Dylan thundered through the microphone over the techies shoulder. He was much too far away to really do anything to help the Horsemen while here at the Washington D.C. FBI base and was resigned to the fact he would have to wait until later to try and contact the magicians.

Instead he focused his energies on convincingly acting as the FBI agent Dylan Rhodes not the Eye of Horus Dylan Rhodes. He was good at that: acting, that is. He often joked with his fellow Eye members that he really should have been an actor, not a magician. He had performed so beautifully even Merritt, the mentalist, had been convinced he was just the FBI agent out to get them. He just had to keep on acting until he could help the Horsemen later.

"Yes sir," came the quick reply of one of the remaining S.W.A.T. members in the vehicles by the cabin in Vermont.

There was a pause as the men trooped towards the cabin and Dylan shared a look filled with disbelief, frustration, and confusion with Agent Fuller. Dylan knew the Horsemen were gone by now, he just hoped it would be effective enough that the SWAT team wouldn't be able to follow them – he really was in no position to be helping them right now.

"Uh, sir," the same SWAT agent said, interrupting Dylan's train of thought, "we have a problem."

Dylan's mind seized and all he could think over and over was, 'God, Jack didn't kill all those men, did he?"

Luckily enough, Agent Fuller answered for him and simply asked, "What is it?"

"The men, sir," the agent said slowly, "They're all down. Shots to the hands."

Out of the corner of his eye Dylan saw Agent Fuller flinch and he himself flinched. Shots to the hands. Dylan pulled himself together quickly enough and said, "Are they in the area? Find them, quickly!"

After a quick 'yessir' there was a short pause as the remaining SWAT members searched the house and returned to Dylan that they had come up empty but there was a visible trail outside the house into the woods.

Dylan considered whether it would be acceptable for FBI Dylan Rhodes to tell the men the leave the Horsemen and help the injured SWAT. It would be getting dark where they were and the remaining men probably wouldn't have very much luck following fugitives into unknown areas in the growing darkness.

Quickly Dylan decided it would be worth the risk and said with a loud, and faked, growl, "Leave them for now. Help the wounded.

Merritt

"Then we have to keep m-moving or h-hide," the kid stuttered as he shivered from the cold.

Merritt shook his head and said, "You can retie your shit and we can try and hide behind some bushes or something but we can't move. We've got a ride but they're coming here."

Jack stared up at Merritt as if assessing him before finally, after looking him up and down, agreed with a quick nod of the head. He held his hand out to Daniel in a silent request to be helped up and Daniel bent down to grab his hand and elbow as to give the most support and minimize the jostling done to the bullet wound.

"Where to?" he asked as he grimaced and wobbled where he stood.

Daniel looked right away at Merritt, giving control to another member of the team for the second time that day, relying on the man's sharp eyes. Merritt looked around their environment to see what could be done, already subconsciously knowing it certainly would be a feat of magic to hide here in this open setting with their footprints – and now Jack's blood – all over the deep snow. The forest was an old one so most of the trees were thick and tall but they grew far apart and small, clingy trees with vines that grabbed at your head and clothes and neck grew in the spaces in between, growing quickly and dying quickly from lack of water as the larger, older trees sucked up most of the water. The snow was so thick they couldn't successfully wipe away their footprints but the creek was frozen over well enough they could cross it if need be. There really wasn't anywhere to hide.

"Across the creek," he eventually decided, "We can set you and Henley behind one of the larger trees, giving you an immediate shield or line of defense, and Daniel and I will stay in front. Our trail is too obvious – it wouldn't really do any good for us all to hide."

Jack eyed the river critically, knowing it would be slippery as hell to cross, but nodded once again in agreement with Merritt's assessment of the situation. There wasn't much to be done.

…

Jack held in another gasp as Henley finally – finally – gripped both ends of his make shift band aid and pulled tight. He knew it had to be done and was grateful Henley had been able to keep herself together long enough to let him talk her through patching him up. The whole time she had been apologizing for his pain and muttering over and over that she thought he was losing too much blood. He couldn't help but to agree but didn't say it out loud. He didn't want Henley to have a full blown panic attack.

"Done," Henley sighed in a voice denoting she was more relieved by the fact than he was. "I'm sorry Jack, I'm so sorry," she repeated.

Jack shook his head in an attempt to convey that she didn't need to be sorry. This wasn't her fault. This wasn't her fault. But he could hardly hold his head up to do that. He did lose a lot of blood and was starting to see those little floating, black dots and the streaks of color that suggested he sleep before his body forced him unconscious. But who listens to physical warnings anyway? Fun fact: not Jack Wilder.

Just as his eyes started slipping closed with Henley repeating his name over and over, begging him to stay awake, he heard Merritt call out - no longer concerned about the FBI, "Do you hear that? It's a jet."

A jet?

Jack couldn't remember having a jet at their disposal.

And that was the last thought he had before the floating dots and streaking color burst into beautiful starbursts and black holes, imitating the cosmos he loved to stare at endlessly, swallowed up his vision and he heard Henley repeating his name like a comforting mantra.

Coulson

"Do you see the cabin? FBI?" Coulson asked as they flew toward the cabin using the coordinates given to them by Maria Hill. She had also done a helpful search and using satellite pictures found that the driveway leading to the cabin was long enough wide enough to accommodate the jet. They would have to find the Horsemen by foot and night vision but this also gave them a chance to ward off the FBI if they were still hanging around.

"I see the driveway," the pilot answered steadily. Coulson glanced at the pilot and back into the dark outside. He couldn't see it. How on earth was she going to land the damn thing?

"Can you land?" without killing us? Was implied but not said.

The woman scoffed and said, "Of course I can."

Coulson held up his hands in surrender: if she said she could do it he would just have to trust her.

"I would suggest that you sit down and buckle up, though," she said as she started flipping controls and spoke into her headset, informing the rest of the agents onboard to prepare for landing.

Coulson complied quickly enough and she brought the jet down, it was rough and the she hummed tunelessly to herself as she navigated down the relatively straight driveway in the dark. As soon as they had come to a complete stand still and the agents were filing out the pilot put a hand on Coulson's arm and asked, "Keep her running?"

Coulson considered, not knowing how far away the magicians were and not knowing how urgent they might need better medical attention than they could presently offer. Finally he said, "Keep her running," as he, too, walked out of the jet into the night.

Merritt

"He won't wake up," Henley whispered again.

Merritt could see Daniel look back at Henley and he saw sympathy, worry, and something else pass through his eyes when he looked at her. Even though it was fully dark now the moon and stars shone brightly and reflected off the snow and ice, making it an unusually bright night. It had been about forty five minutes from when Henley had called out to himself and Daniel, worry clear as day in her voice as she said that Jack wasn't responding anymore.

There was nothing to be done any more for the kid. He had held himself together incredibly well while redressing his bullet wound but none present really knew much about bullet wounds and certainly didn't know how to treat them. Merritt supposed the kid had passed out from blood loss and figured there really wasn't much to be done. He didn't like it, he wasn't happy about it, but he saw the situation as it really was and knew he was incapable of doing anything else to help.

"Go talk to her," he said to Daniel. The man hadn't stopped glancing back at Henley and the kid for the past twenty minutes and Merritt knew he would feel better by Henley.

For all their arguing and all their fighting and disagreements Merritt could see they really had something. For a long time he had been convinced that that something was just their history. They had known each other for so long they couldn't be with anyone else: they always had to be at each other's throats, they had to question each other's decisions, they needed each other – and Merritt put it off as History. They'd known each other for so long, they'd worked together so long that they almost didn't know how to work with anybody else and until now Merritt and shoved it off as simply history. It took him a while – and a life-threatening situation, apparently – to see what they themselves couldn't: they loved each other.

Daniel

"Go talk to her," Merritt said, no doubt noticing him glancing at Henley once again. For all his control and all his illusions of control he couldn't even keep his eyes from wandering back to her.

Daniel headed back to kneel beside her with a short nod at Merritt. He cleared an area beside her with his foot and knelt down, eye-level with the distressed woman.

"What are we doing, Danny?" she murmured. She stroked Jack's hair, now slick with sweat. Daniel knew she wasn't a weak woman – hell, she had put up with him for a long time when she worked as his assistant – but she loved Jack in a way that if he died Daniel wouldn't be surprised if Henley quickly followed from heartbreak.

"I…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say. He was never good at comforting people. He didn't have control of this situation. None of them did and it was driving him crazy. He needed to be in control here: he needed to fix Jack so they wouldn't lose a very important member of the Horsemen, he needed Jack to wake up so Henley wouldn't be so devastated, he needed that Coulson guy to get here quicker, he needed control. But he couldn't control any of that. No one could. He didn't know how to deal with a situation he wasn't in control of and maybe Henley knew that – well, of course she knew: she knew him better than anyone – and maybe that's why Henley somehow managed to rip her gaze from Jack long enough to lay a hand on Daniel's shoulder.

"I don't know what to do," he finally admitted.

"Neither do I," she quietly confided.

Merritt

Fifteen minutes after Daniel had walked back to be with Henley and help watch over Jack Merritt heard them: the people that Coulson guy had promised would be coming. He couldn't see them yet but knew things would move along a little faster if he made himself known. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Coulson – the FBI must have left hours ago – and he walked undeterred by the potential danger towards the creek, out from under the dark tree.

Before he stepped out into the brighter area by the creek he glanced back and saw Henley leaning against Daniel, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and her hands enclosing Jack's.

"They're coming," he half-whispered to them and waited until Daniel nodded, acknowledging him, to step out from underneath the large shadow the tree cast in the bright moonlight.

Soon enough nine men emerged from the gloom and Merritt stepped forward, not crossing the creek, but putting up his hands in a gesture of goodwill and said, "An hour and fifteen minutes right on the nose and yet I'm still wondering if you could have moved faster."

"We moved as quickly as possible," one man said as he stepped forward from the line of men. Merritt immediately recognized the voice as Coulson.

"Are you arresting us?" He asked bluntly. He didn't really have time to waste beating around the bush or stupid tricks and lies about 'just wanting to talk'. He needed to see the truth in the man's eyes when he answered him.

Coulson looked directly at Merritt when he answered, "We are not here to arrest you."

Merritt could tell the man wasn't lying but he also knew that that simple sentence had so many loopholes and left so many other options out in the open that the possibilities of what he really wanted were innumerable. But Merritt didn't have time to consider all those options: the youngest magician was slowly bleeding out and they were all slowly getting frostbite as none of them had thought to grab gloves or extra jackets and Jack now only had his leather jacket as protection from the cold because his shirt served as his bandage.

So Merritt simply nodded and said, "We need the doctor over here," motioning behind the tree," he's been shot."

At the simple admission of needing a doctor it seemed like the standstill they had been stuck in finally broke and the men carefully crossed the creek, helping the Horsemen up and out of the woods, two men carrying the youngest and the rest wrapping them in thick, plain blankets they must have had in packs. Henley protested loudly at being separated from Jack and even stomped on one of the men's feet with her heel before Daniel quietly convinced her it would be best if she just let the men carry Jack.

It was a longer walk back then the Horsemen remembered running and several times when the journey back to the jet got rough a small but hoarse gasp could be heard from the youngest magician and each time Daniel felt Henley flinch as they walked with his arm around her shoulders. But now that Daniel knew someone was in charge of the situation he felt a little better and could now focus on figuring out how to 'comfort' Henley.

Dylan

Dylan sighed as he walked back into his house and hung his coat by the door. It had been a long night: after the Horsemen got away once again the higher ups had been furious and Dylan had barely escaped that particular meeting alive. Internally he was relieved the kids got away but he had to keep appearances and yelled and pounded his fist into the meeting table as would be expected of a frustrated FBI agent after losing a trail once again. He played the part well, but now he was home and was left to worry about the kids.

He had done everything he could to give them an edge to get away but now he just wished he could do more.

He hadn't lied when he said the Eye of Horus would show and teach them real magic but in truth they didn't have a lot of real magic left. The sorcerer or mage who had started this whole thing had given them some magic and now, years and years later, it was almost gone. Dylan himself had never met the sorcerer who started it all and doubted he ever would but he was feeling a bit like maybe the sorcerer was dead or he just didn't care about them anymore. It had been thousands of years since the Sorcerer had last come to see the Eye and what they had done and accomplished. He was needed once again and very soon if they were to continue with the Eye.

Unfortunately there was no one alive who knew who or what the Sorcerer even looked like. There were descriptions and stories and lore passed on through the generations of the Eye but really they didn't have a clue. The lore did say that the Sorcerer was not from Earth and that magic does not naturally occur on Earth, that the only way to continue with the Eye was if the Sorcerer came back and finished what he started here.

There wasn't even enough magic left for Dylan to help the Horsemen escape and instead had to rely upon his FBI cover to help and it wasn't really enough anymore. Dylan was starting to doubt the Sorcerer cared about them. Perhaps he had even forgotten about them.

Whatever had happened to the Sorcerer and wherever he or she was now they were alone and they had to deal with their own problems.

So Dylan picked up the phone and rang Daniel.

YAAAYYY another chapter! I hope you guys liiiiiiike it!

So WHOA! CHARACTER ARC WITH DANNY WHAT WHAT!

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MME: I'm glad you loved that movie! It's so great! *hearteyes* And thank you so much for reading this crossover and then reviewing! It seriously mean so much, nonnie! Unfortunately this story will not have much pairing except Danley. Jack will not be getting any loving in this fic but as I did say in my author note last chapter I will be writing one shots for each of the Horsemen and that will probably be when Jack will get some loving ;D And his oneshot will also probably be very similar to the backstory in this multichapter fic tho it will be a little different and explore his childhood previous to and a little after as well. Hopefully that's not too disappointing! Thanks again, nonnie! Xoxo

Meow: thanks for reviewing, doll! And you know what? I'm actually that freak who absolutely, wholeheartedly loves school. Even on the last day I'm still like, "YEAH SCHOOL!" lol so… Also I found out when I write best! AT ONE IN THE MORNING. So. That was a new experience. Thanks again for the review, dollface! Xoxoxo

Adios you little Horsemen!