AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shoot me! Just shoot me! Okay. I can't help it. My muse is driving me up the wall. This stupid story occurred to me on the way home from work. Then was expanded after watching the HBO special on the Gladiator. AAAARGH!!! She won't shut up about it. Anyway, I've just got a little bit, and I am starting to think that all my stories are sounding alike. Oh well. More Jim owies and angst...as if you didn't know.

TITLE: Prince Of Cats

AUTHOR: Stormwolf Dawn

FANDOM: The Sentinel

RATINGS: NC-17

PAIRINGS: J/B J/m and maybe more...who knows

WARNINGS: I don't know...as they come up I will warn you. My only warning right now is that anything, and I do mean anything could show up. I may just let my muse run amok. I think she needs to so she can get back to the other stories. I have been reining her in so much, its driving her manic. So be warned, and flames will be ignored.

SUMMARY: A powerful Egyptain lord is visiting Cascade as part of a delgation sent to the Summit meetings.

NOTES: This takes place in the present but a different present. The Roman Empire survived and is even more powerful than it was a thousand years ago.

Egypt is also a powerful Empire. Gods and Godesses are still worshipped, and their power exists in the world. The Roman Empire and the Egyptian Empire both have slaves. The North American continent is a providence of the Roman Empire, and the South American continent is a providence of the Egyptian Empire. The Roman Empire controls most of Europe and Asia, while the Egyptian Empire controls all of Africa. Technology is the same, but emphasis is placed on beauty when designing homes and and temples, therefore cities are built to accomadate that. Like in cannon sentinels are rare, and mostly unheard of.

PRINCE OF CATS

By Stormwolf Dawn

Lord Jaffa stepped off the plane in Cascade, Washington and took a deep breath. The air was cold, not something a desert born lord was used to, but Jaffa ignored the cold. Three of his personal slaves followed him along with his five bodyguards as they made their way to the waiting limo. On the limo the Egyptain flag, the rising sun representing Ra, waved in the wind on either side of the hood. The man holding the door open wore a collar with tags saying he was a slave and the tags would identify his owner. Jaffa ignored the slave and stepped into the limo.

Once they were in the limo the driver got in and pulled the car away.

The limo headed for the Egyptian Consulate where he was greeted by Ambassador Anaris.

Ambassador Anaris greeted Lord Jaffa with a bow. After all Lord Jaffa was of royal blood however distant and Anaris was just a commoner with brains. Anaris looked at Jaffa's green gold eyes and repressed a shiver. Rumor said that Jaffa was a son of Bastet or perhaps Sekmet. His affinity for cats, and his uncanny control over the sacred beasts had earned him the nickname prince of cats. But like a cat, Jaffa toyed with his enemies before eliminating them. Anaris would not want to be considered Jaffa's enemy.

He showed Jaffa to his room, a large spacious apartment with a sitting room, two bedrooms, three baths, and a balcony that overlooked the Temple of Jupiter and the Colliseum. Jaffa nodded saying the room would be adequate to his needs, and Ambassador Anaris left him to his privacy.

Jaffa's slaves stripped him, bathed him in the large bathing pool, and rubbed scented oil onto his olive colored skin. All the while, Jaffa's secretary went over his itinerary. Lord Jaffa smiled. He was indeed looking forward to seeing more of the city.

*******

"Ellison! My office now!" Captain Simon Banks yelled.

The tall man sitting at his desk sighed, saved the report he had been working on, then stood up. Rubbing a hand through his short brown hair, Jim walked toward the Captain's office. His hand stopped short of his metal collar and dropped down to his side. According to the small tag, Jim was owned by the Lord of Cascade, Lord Morrison, and was assigned as a detective in the Cascade PD. There were a few among the police force that were slaves. They did the same work as other cops but of course were not paid. Jim had been sold after the helicoptor crash in Peru by Emperor Claudius or in reality one of his secretaries. He had been seen as damaged goods and sold rather cheaply to Lord Morrison who used Jim's training from the military to help fight crime in Cascade.

Shutting the door behind him, Jim waited for Captain Banks to say something.

Captain Banks looked at Ellison who stood at attention. His eyes couldn't help but slide to the collar, and as always it made him shudder inside. He couldn't help but feel that the man before him did not deserve to be a slave. Ellison could do nothing to free hiumself. And Morrison wouldn't sell Jim for the man's weight in diamonds. and not just because the man was a good detective.

"Are you sure about this?"

"His explanantion is better than any I have heard, Captain."

"Heightened senses? Sentinels? Are you sure this kid is on the up and up?" Simon asked.

"I checked him out. He's got a clean record. He's a grad student in Anthropology. His mom is an Egyptian sitizen, and he is one of the few to have duel Citizenship. He's supposed to be a genius if his IQ score is any indication." Jim answered. He had discovered after working under Captain Banks that he could trust the big gruff Captain. Trust him not to turn him over to the Overseers, or Morrison after Jim's heightened senses suddenly returned after spending a week in isolation at Morrison's Palace. Punishment for disobeying Morrison. The whip marks on his back were still a little sore.

"All right. I pulled some favors and managed to get Sandburg on as a consultant. It wasn't hard after that help he gave you on the Switchman case and the Kincaid incident."

The Swichman had been a woman who was the daughter of a slave that had worked with Ellison who had wanted revenge. Sandburg had helped Jim control his senses enough to find her through a fragrance she wore. Kincaid had been an egnimatic leader among the slaves who had organized the slaves in a revolt. Jim had been one of the few slaves not involved, at least at the PD, but he had still been locked down at the Palace with the rest of the slaves who had not been a part of it. Kincaid had died on a crucifex three days after his capture. Slave revolts were put down quick, especially when organized by ruthless killers like Kincaid, who had killed wives and children of Roman lords. Sandburg had helped bring Kincaid down as well.

"Thanks, Simon." Jim said.

"No thanks needed, Jim. Let's just hope Morrison doesn't look to close."

Jim nodded in agreement.

END PART 1