A/N:This story is like a missing episode of Sanctuary. Timeline would be around season 2. It will have 10 chapters not including this prologue. I'm hoping to post a chapter a week.

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Moca, Puerto Rico 1995

Helen felt a stitch in her side as she ran swiftly across the woods near one of the local farm owner's property. She had not noticed signs posted warning uninvited guests to stay out as she was too focused on the task at hand. She could not see the creature she hunted but she knew it was close for the footprints she followed had gotten closer together. The creature was getting tired. She had crossed under a fence meant to keep goats and other livestock from escaping and smiled triumphantly when she finally got glimpse of the abnormal she was chasing.

It was getting darker and the space between the two of them was still too great for her to truly get a good look at its physical features. She did not notice the door to the small house open, nor did she see the figure that had walked out, a hunting rifle firmly in his hands. She stopped abruptly when a gunshot rang out, reaching instinctively for her own weapon only to curse herself for not bringing it. The farmer had his weapon fixed on her and she raised her arms to indicate she was not a threat to him.

Helen sighed as she glanced over her shoulder as the abnormal she had been so close to capturing ran off over a hill, glad to be rid of its pursuer.

2 hours later Helen sat in the interrogation room of the small local police station, her hands handcuffed in her lap. She had already spoken to an officer briefly, trying to explain that she was not trying to steal from the farmer. The young man knew very little English and while Helen spoke Spanish well enough her heavy accent and dialect made it hard for him to understand her. Finally the young officer had left and the police chief had entered, inquiring as to what business she had with his city. He introduced himself as Miguel Santos, explaining that the citizens of his city had been concerned with an English woman asking questions and wandering around places she should not be. He spoke very good English and she had hope that she might be able to get farther with him than his young deputy. Helen had tried futilely to explain that she was a doctor and she was there to find the being that was killing local livestock. She then asked if she could have her personal belongings back, that she would show him her identification. He ignored her. He then left and she was alone.

After some time another officer entered that Helen had not spoken with yet and without a word he undid the handcuffs and led her from the room. Instead of leading her to the entrance of the station, however, she was led to a cell.

Helen awoke the next morning to the sound of voices. One she recognized as the voice of Chief Santos, a hint of both anger and amusement in his voice as he spoke. The other voice she recognized in an instant.

James Watson strolled into the detainment area speaking to the chief as if they were old friends. He did not even try to contain a smile when he spotted her. She scowled back.

"James, what on Earth are you doing here?"

"Why, bailing you out of course. I would have thought you'd be a bit more grateful to see me, Helen."

She felt anger bubble up inside her. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

James turned to Chief Santos and asked if he could have a word with his dear friend, alone. The Chief agreed, leaving the room. James pulled a chair near the cell and spoke to Helen far too cheerfully for her liking.

"Well Helen, you've gotten yourself into some pretty big trouble here." She had started to interrupt, huffed, then let him continue. "I've spoken to Chief (insert name) and he has agreed to release you into my custody under the condition that you never return to the city of Moca."

"But I haven't finished my work here! I'm very close to finding this creature, James. I would have caught it yesterday had I not been caught myself." She was angry with herself more than anything at this point. It was true that she had been warned earlier in the week that she was not welcome there. It seemed as if the citizens of Moca cared very little for the safety of the creature killing their animals. The creature had not killed in several days, perhaps it would move on. It seemed as if Helen had no choice but to leave, though a lifelong ban seemed a bit harsh, especially considering how long her life might actually be. Accepting defeat, Helen sighed.

"Very well."

A/N: That's the prologue. Chapters from here on will be set in the present (of season 2 so around 2011).

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