I can't have been the only one who thought of this happening in the movie... Maybe I just like a really evil bad guy too much ;)

Just warning anyone reading this- there is a rape scene in this chapter.

And because I forgot to do this before: I don't own any of these characters... whoever owns the rights to Charlie's Angels does


"Shit," muttered Alex, "the bastard moved them all out." The entire area was empty.

Natalie looked upset. "What do we do now? We can't just leave Dylan with that psycho!"

"That's exactly what we'll have to do," Alex said grimly, "unless some of the men can find evidence of where he's taken her..." They had come back as quickly as they could with armed men and helicopters. So far they'd found nothing.

"Shit," said Natalie, echoing Alex. "We have to get back to Charlie, tell him what happened. We have to get the rings back anyway and..."

"If we follow the rings to Seamus, we find Dylan," Alex finished Natalie's sentence for her.


Dylan woke up disorientated. She looked groggily around her but could discern little in the blackness of the room. She tried stretching her arms out, only to have them hit against a wooden post. It seemed she was lying against a bed. 'Why do I always get the insane boyfriends?' She asked herself wryly. At least her body seemed unharmed; maybe she'd be able to fight her way out of wherever the Hell she was.

She began massaging out her muscles gingerly for just such a moment, looking up quickly when a crack of light fell into the room. "Seamus," she breathed. He reached a well muscled arm out to switch a light on. "There, that's better," he said simply.

"What do you want from me?" demanded Dylan.

"I want some reasons for what you did," he replied calmly. "I won't hurt you," he added as she shrank back, "I'm too curious to risk no response."

Dylan's eyes were confused. "What do you mean?"

Now his expression was hurt, "Why did you turn me in Helen? You said you loved me." His voice was accusatory, petulant like a child's.

Whatever Dylan had expected, it had not been this. "I had to do it Seamus. You killed a man right before my eyes."

"He was scum, he deserved it."

"It doesn't matter Seamus. You can't murder everyone you get annoyed at. It's wrong."

Seamus moved closer to her. "You never asked me why I did it? Why I killed him?"

Dylan's eyes widened. "I couldn't think. You were so angry that day. I was sure you would kill me if I opened my mouth."

Seamus stared into her eyes; his face devoid of expression. "he wanted to kill you to get at me Helen. I just got there first."

"But why," whispered Dylan, "what possible reason could he have?"

Seamus laughed; a sharp, sardonic bark. "My gang was bigger and better than his, a better mob, better at doing the crime quickly with minimum mess afterwards. People trusted me more."

"If you think I'll forgive you for a reason like that then you'd better think again," said Dylan icily. "It was wrong of you to kill him, it was wrong of you to have your own crime gang for God's sake. If he was threatening you, you should have gone to the police. But then I suppose you'll just say you couldn't have done that because of your illegal activities. Didn't your mother teach you anything about right and wrong Seamus?" She continued scathingly.

That was a mistake. Why couldn't she keep her big mouth shut? Now he was angry.

"Don't you mention my mother! She has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me Helen. Surely you knew I wasn't entirely straight?"

"I was seventeen. I was naive. Look, I thought you were pretty hardcore but no, I had no idea."

"But did you love me?"

"Of course I did, I told you so."

"Then why did you put me in the slammer?"

"I've told you why, Seamus. There's nothing more to say."

He moved to sit next to her on the bed. He held up a small, faded pocket-sized photograph to her face. It was her from all those years ago. "I waited for you Helen. You didn't wait for me." He sounded almost tearful. Dylan moved her fingers up to gently touch the side of his face. He moved lightly to kiss her fingertips.

"I guess you heard about my other boyfriends then? None of them worked out. All of them were bad boys, just like you. I guess I never really got over you."

"My contact told me about your new life. I can't say I'm impressed Helen." She detected the gleam in his eye too late. His mouth was on hers again, but she managed to push him off, kicking him in the balls. "What are you doing?" she asked indignantly.

He laughed. "Taking back what's rightfully mine." He's mad, Dylan thought, he has to be mad. She kicked him off her again.

He gasped for breath, "You always liked a good fight, didn't you Helen?"

"My name is Dylan and now I fight for a good reason."

He laughed that insane bark, easily pushing her down amongst the pillows, pinning her wrists behind her back. "except you know I'll always win," he smirked, pulling her T-shirt up to reveal the black bra beneath. He began to kiss her breasts gently, his mouth seeking her nipples. "I know your body better than anyone Helen. Your mine, you understand. You were always mine."

"Please... don't" whispered Dylan guessing his intentions, her wide eyes revealing how trapped she felt.

"Once I might have listened Helen, but not anymore. You gave up your right to command me the day you put me in prison. Besides," he continued grinning evilly, "you might find that you like it."

Dylan glared at him. "I don't think so... now get off me."

"I don't think so," parroted Seamus. "What are you going to do? You can't move, I've got you right where I want you," and then he pushed his tongue in her mouth, forcing her body to stay still. Her throat was on fire and she couldn't breathe. For a second, she thought she would suffocate to death but he moved his mouth away, grabbing her hand, forcing it down his pants and she began to sob. "Please stop Seamus, please." Oh how she hated him. Her whole body began to shake in disgust as he undid her bra and casually pulled her pants down to her thighs.

She couldn't stop him. What had they taught him in that prison of his? He was so strong, so strong. She was screaming now in agony and revulsion. It hurt so much and it seemed the ordeal would never end. But at last he rolled off her and he was finished.

He tossed her shirt back to her, saying easily, "I suggest you cover yourself up before the guards see you like that. Till next time Helen." He closed the door leaving her in darkness.

Dylan pulled the covers over her head, still shaking, still shivering. Her mind kept whispering, "no, no, no, no, no" over and over again and the disgusting images replayed over and over till she thought she would rather die, rather than be forced to remember what he had made her do.

"Till next time." His words echoed in her head and she couldn't stop shaking, couldn't get warm, all through the night.