I wrote this first chapter several months ago. I just found it on my computer, so I think I'll continue it :) If there are any spelling/grammatical errors I apologize.

*Disclaimer: Sanctuary and it's character do not and will never belong to me*

Enjoy :)

She sat in silence waiting for his return. She sat with her long hair strewn down, untamed. Her usually sparkling, blue eyes slightly red with denial. She sat in his chair, hoping that it may offer her some comfort. Willing it to tell her that it was not true. Hoping that this was a cruel joke that her so called friends were playing on her.

She walked into the familiar room to see three of her best friends staring at her. She stopped and smiled.

"Have I not properly dressed myself today, or have the three of you lost all sense of self-restraint and taken to openly show the desire you all share for me?" She said this, waiting for them to realize themselves and laugh at her not untrue joke. It was common knowledge that the four men she spent most of her time with, were in love with her.

"Honestly, what is the mater with the three of you? Has John told you something about us, because I assure you it is all true." She hoped again for some comic relief to this very strange scene before her. However, at the mention of John's name the reaction was not one of humor. Nigel's eyes shifted slightly. Nikola continued to stare at her, now with a look of sympathy. (Which was very unsettling to her because Nikola was quite self-absorbed) James looked away and walked to a chair and sat down, still not looking at her. His reaction surprised her most of all. James was always the rational one. The one who was always in control of his actions, often to the displeasure of his colleagues. John was the man she loved, but James was her best friend.

"James, has something happened?" She tried to keep the panic out of her voice. Silence."Where's John?" Again she was met by only silence. She could no longer keep the panic away. "Where's John?" She said again this time more demanding.

"It's him." James' voice sounded hoarse and empty. "It's him." He repeated.

She approached his chair. There was a terrible feeling welling up inside of her.

"Who?" She asked gently.

For the first time James seemed to realize that Helen was there.

"Helen. I am so sorry. I do not know how I could not see it. I studied the facts over and over again. They were- they were so brutal." Each word he spoke seemed to be causing him pain. "I poured my soul into the Ripper case. I swore that I would find the bastard responsible. But I never-" He stopped again.

"James, you are scaring me. Have you solved the Ripper case?" He nodded slowly. The feeling was getting worse. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She did not want to ask her next question but knew that she had no choice.

"Wh-Who is it" She did not mean to stutter.

"I talked to John every night about the case. He offered his insights. He taunted me for not being able to solve this like I usually did. He blinded me. I was blind because I never imagined that the man I hunted so ferociously was the man I called my best friend." He looked at Helen's face. Her dazzling blue eyes full of confusion and denial.

All she could was stare at him. 'How could he tell such lies about his best friend', she thought. Then against her will, her mind put the pieces together. His late nights. His mood swings. The blood she had found on one his shirts that had been excused away by a bloody nose. The way he looked at her when she mentioned the murders. At first she had thought it one of sympathy towards James' futile efforts to find the killer, but now she recognized the emotion as pride. She let a small gasp as the truth showed itself. The man she loved. The man she was to be married to. John. Her John, was Jack the Ripper.

"It's him" James repeated a third a time. He got to his feet. He made to embrace her.

"Stop it!" She yelled at him, pushing him away. "Stop lying!" She started hitting him. "Stop it! Ju-just STOP! It is NOT true! I think I would know if the man I loved was a murderer!" She pulled herself out of his reach and walked to the fireplace. She was gasping for breath. She tried to get her emotions under control. "It's not him. You are mistaken." Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were not true. John was the Ripper. She could not deny it. Her denial had built a dam, now that the dam was broken she could no longer hold back the tears. She dropped to her knees in defeat and sobbed.

James gave a look to Nigel and Nikola, who had been watching uncertainly. All they could was watch as a best friend and a lover both realized that their world was being ripped apart. As they watched Helen, the woman who was so strong and in control of everything, lose everything. With a look from James, the two men left knowing that neither could offer any kind of comfort. There would be no comfort, all they could do was grieve together over a mutual loss.

When Nikola and Nigel had left, James walked to where Helen sobbed. He knelt beside her and pulled her into an embrace. It was not just for her. He needed someone too. As he felt Helen's great gasps and tears, he gave in and let the tears silently fall against Helen's golden locks.

The memory brought fresh tears. She wiped them away and brought her knee up to her chest, longing for something that did not make her so lonely. She wished that he would hurry up.

Hours after Helen and James were having tea. Helen had stopped crying, although the evidence was still there in the form of red, swollen eyes. Few words had been spoken and now they sat in silence sipping at tea that neither really wanted. Helen was the one who broke the silence. She sat her tea down and stood up. "I think I will be leaving now. John will be home soon and-"

James had also stood up. "What? Helen you cannot honestly be thinking of seeing him. He is a mur-"

"I am well aware of what you think my fiancee is Dr. Watson." She knew she hurt him when she used his title. "However, I would like to offer him the benefit of the doubt before I go around accusing him of such vicious crimes." She knew she was being unfair. She knew that everything James had said was true. But her heart need to hear it from him. She did not care what James or anyone else thought. She knew it was ridiculous but she loved him. And love was a very powerful emotion. One that even the amazing Helen Magnus could not fight. Ignoring James' protests she turned and left the room.

The memory was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in a lock. New panic was welling inside her. He was here. Her heart started pounding as she rushed to make everything look normal for him. She wiped her eyes again and tried to put on a happy face as the handle to the room turned...

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