Rated: probably PG - R
Warnings: Blair angst galore, AU-land, this sure isn't Kansas (or Washington) anymore.

The office door was slammed open. A beautiful blonde, perhaps about 21 years old stood there, gun in hand, levelled at them. She stepped quickly between Jim and Blair, and touching Jim's chest, looked up and asked, "Dad, what's wrong? I heard you all the way back at the loft. What is it? It looked like you were hurting Blair. That's impossible...isn't it...I couldn't ever hurt..."

Jim grasped Blair to him. Shocked into total disbelieving silence he watched as Jim tore his shirt apart, buttons flying. Blair whimpered, made a little motion to bring the pieces together to cover himself before these strangers. "Smell him, Alicia. Smell him!"

The young woman's blue eyes darkened and in a scene directly out of a cheesy vampire movie, she dove her face into Blair's neck. He could feel her nose grinding down into his collarbone. She looked up, her blue eyes just like...No...couldn't be like hers...

Her slender fingers forced Blair's lips open; she put her nose to his open mouth and sucked his breath into her nostrils. "Oh, Dad, it's not...? But what, how, I mean...who is it?"

"Don't know yet, pet, but it's going to be fun finding out who the traitor is!"

"Daddy, are you planning to hurt him? I thought the first directive of a sentinel is to nurture the guide. That's what Cas..."

"I don't give a shit what Welles says to you in bed or out...He's not my guide...My Blair's been taken, kidnapped, alone, they've done something to him so that he can't reach out to my mind. Since this man doesn't belong to me...I can torture, or experiment, or *question* him without any fallout to my senses."

Without warning, Alicia drove her fist into Blair's stomach, giggling as Blair whimpered, calling, "Jim, help me...lost...please.."

Captain Ellison made a creaking sound and stunned, Blair realized it was a ...laugh.

"Oh, God, Jim, wh...where...am I?"

Alicia Ellison stepped in front of Blair and slapped him. The strength in her small hand surprised him with its fierce power. She backhanded him again on the opposite cheek, laughing as if she were having great fun. She's laughing. Oh my God.

Blair felt a stream of liquid slide down his chin and puddle under his adam's apple.

"I'm having a wonderful time in the old town tonight!" she sang, twisting her talons in his hair, clawing his scalp and jerking his head backward. She gouged her index and third fingers into his throat, jabbing them as if she wanted to make a shortcut to the back of his neck. She giggled when he began chocking, the pain preventing him from pushing her away.

Blair tried to think. He couldn't clear his mind. All he could say to himself was, this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real.

Jim's hand closed over his daughter's, removing her fingers from the traitor. "Enough, girl. That's enough for now. Soon, you can take him on to Interrogation. He'll be ready to talk by then that is, if you haven't given him laryngitis by now." And the man laughed in that spooky way. The stereotypical laugh of a mad scientist...God, where is this place? Where is my own sweet Jim, whose gentle touch is my greatest joy?

Jim cupped his hands around the impostor's beautiful face, lightly patted his bruised cheeks, and grimaced at the sight of his child's handiwork. He brushed a callused thumb over the bleeding full lips, caressing them, then began pressing *Blair's* lips into his teeth, causing more blood to flow from the cuts. Jim grinned, angling Blair's face upward, so he was sure to see the play of pain in his eyes.

Ellison forced his bloody thumb into Blair's mouth, wiping the redness over Blair's teeth and tongue and up inside the cheeks. When Blair began to retch, he removed his finger to his own lips, smearing the remains of the blood on his lips, then licking the last vestige off, he sucked his thumb nail. When it was slickened with his saliva he thrust it into Blair's mouth. "Lick it, traitor. Take your tongue and devour it. Take my spit down your throat, into your body."

Blair Sandburg jerked away from Alicia's arms, vainly hoping for an escape, or to wake in his own bed, safely cuddled in Jim's gentle arms. "NO!" he screamed, trying to push himself from the woman and towards the door. If I could only reach...

Ellison loomed over him, a sentinel machine able to read his thoughts, it seemed, tracking each movement he made, easily preventing escape. Blair slammed into an Ellison brick wall. There was absolutely no way out of this office.

Blair's knees fell to the floor. Panting like a wounded wolf in death throes, tears cascading from his eyes, he collapsed, looking like raggedy andy after the family dog chewed him and spit him up. Blair was broken.

Where am...I...is Jim...not my place..I don't...need...home...help me, Jim...