Summary: Chase saved her sister, saved herself and reunited her family, but now she has to save that family from someone whom she thought to be long dead. Now she has a choice, come clean or run.
Rating: M
HEALING A BROKEN SOUL:
SANCTUARY:
Helen had settled her father into one of the numerous guest rooms and then went in search for Ashley. She had checked her room, the shooting range, the armory, and a few other places. Ashley was no where to be found, so Helen's last resort was to dial her daughters cell phone. It rang twice then went to Voice mail. That had Helen wondering what Ashley was up to and if she had somehow happened upon Chase, wherever Chase was. Since Ashley had her cell phone on her Helen could trace the GPS, find Ashley, and hopefully find Chase. The story Chase had fed her about Jax, once Helen had poked enough holes in it, it fell apart like confetti. That only fueled Helen more; she wanted to know what Chase was up to.
"Helen?"
Helen turned to her father, "Yes, sorry."
"Did you find Ashley?" Gregory Magnus inquired as he leaned heavily on his cane.
"No, she has slipped away," Helen answered and turned to look at the portrait of her and her girls. Ashley was 16 and Chase had been 14. Helen loved photographs, but there was something about a painted portrait that gave her an old world feeling.
"The one on the left is Chase?" Gregory asked, but he already knew the answer. How could he not know, the resemblance the child bore to her mother was uncanny.
"Yes, she is so like her father." Helen looked at her father and then back to the portrait.
"If you have a few moments, I would like to discuss a troubling matter." Gregory Magnus ran his free hand along his jaw line, along the day old stubble that he had yet to shave off. He had been tracking the Cabal, collecting evidence on them, but he had not counted on his granddaughter getting to them first.
"Of course, my time is yours." Helen replied and took note of the tone in her father's voice.
Helen turned from the portrait and led her father through the Sanctuary to her office. There would be time enough to track Ashley and Chase and get answers. Answers as to Why Chase lied and why Ashley suddenly left.
ROMAN CATACOMBS:
Ashley had tried to listen in to what was being said between Chase and the man, Jax, but they were talking to fast. There were talking faster than her mother, and her mother could talk really fast when she was onto something. It was making Ashley's head hurt. She had managed to catch words like, "Third," "Council," and a few others, but much more than that she was still confused.
"Excuse me, can you two, oh I don't know, explain things to me!" Ashley fisted her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side.
"Ash, you shouldn't even be here," Chase said as she stepped away from Jax. If she could get her sister to go home then things would be better.
"And you should, Ace? What are you up to?" Ashley stalked closer pinning her sister and Jax with the same look.
"We're hunting," Jax growled. He stepped closer to Ashley; just enough to take in her scent again, fill his lungs with her, and let her caress his mind. If he didn't know any better than he would have sworn that he purred at the thought of kissing her, but if he did that then he knew for a fact that Chase would kill him, and she would be one of the few who could.
"Hunting who?" Ashley took a step away from Jax, he was too close and she needed space from him, his scent, and his body. The way she was reacting to Jax was the same way Chase would react when Henry was in the room. She didn't even know this lion, and yet she wanted him, wanted to kiss him and have him possess her.
SANCTUARY:
Gregory Magnus sat next to his daughter and watched as her face fell. He had just told her about the Cabal Council and the suspected involvement of Chase and Jax. Suddenly for her all the pieces fell into place. Gregory had known about Chase, had seen her in the labs countless times as he engineered the consummate soldier for the very monsters who had enslaved him, but had no idea that she was his granddaughter. They had tried to manufacture a drug that ensured complete obedience, testing it on Jax, Andromeda, and Chase. Chase had been the only one strong enough to break the hold.
"I know Chase, she's not a murderer," Helen rose form the couch and paced to the window. She trusted her father, the extensive research he had done, but in her mothers heart she knew her daughter was not capable of cold blooded murder, not on command.
"There have been two disappearances and murders with in the week. Who else but Chase and this lion," Gregory stood and walked to his daughter.
"Chase has been with us. We were in Baja and only got back two days ago," She turned and fixed him with clear blue eyes that were less than happy now. He would not have said anything if it wasn't out of concern. Helen knew that if Chase wanted to, she could slip away using her teleportation abilities, and then be back before anyone would have missed her. Yet, the mother in Helen screamed and raged that her daughter was not becoming a killer, not like John had.
ROMAN CATACOMBS:
"No, enough out of you Lion boy, Ashley go home!" Chase ordered. She had to get Ashley away, get her out before anymore blood was spilled. Tonight she joined the hunt; it would be swift and decisive, but without the eyes of her sister witnessing the monster coming to light. Chase had a sick feeling that tonight the Ripper would be reborn, only reborn within her own mind, her own actions. After all, she was her father's daughter and killing ran in her blood.
"No, you're stuck with you big sister." Ashley stated, crossed her arms over her chest and waited. She could see all the conflicting emotions flying through her sister's eyes. Chase wanted her to leave, but Ashley wanted to say, to help, and to try and save her sister before something happened.
"Mom is going to kill me if anything happens to you," Chase grumbled and walked to the end of the corridor. She had to find a way to get Ashley to leave, to make her go home before first blood was spilled. Ashley was tough, tougher than most people had a right to be, she had seen so much, but at heart Chase wanted to keep the act of death, murder, from her sister's eyes. Chase turned her gaze to Ashley, and she knew that Ash would never go home never leave her no matter what. It was frustrating, but also a comfort.
Ashley watched her sister, she was grumbling and muttering, and Ashley thought that must be how their father acted. She had seen him a few times walking a hall where he would be muttering and talking to himself, Chase was the same way. "So, who are you hunting? I know it's a who."
"We are going after the Cabal Council," Jax cornered her, made her back up against the wall, just so he could have an excuse to scent her, "We're going to hunt them." He smiled and ran his tongue over his teeth as he raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Jax watched as Ashley's bottom lip quivered and he had to suppress this strong urge to kiss her. Again, if he did that then Chase would have his head, and it wouldn't be the one on his shoulders. Jax was very fond of his prominent organ south of the equator, and that was where his intended for it to stay. That meant that Ashley was off limits. Well, at least until little tiger sister wasn't anywhere near, then, and only then, would Ashley be his.
SANCTUARY:
LATER THAT NIGHT
John stood in Helen's bedroom and looked out the window, the moon was full and the stars pierced the veil of the night sky. Ashley and Chase were still not in the Sanctuary and John had a sick feeling that he knew where his daughters were. Helen had told him what her father had told her. The Cabal Council was being killed one by one; it only confirmed what Axton had told him. It wasn't that the Council didn't deserve death, in John's mind they did, but he should have been the one to carry out the execution. That was john's right as a father; he should be protecting his daughters the only way he knew how. Dealing out death was what he did best; it was most of what he knew.
John heard as the door opened, foots steps, and the door closed again. Just by the gentle scent that floated on the air, John knew it was Helen, his Helen. John didn't go to her, instead he stood by the window and let the moonlight fall on him, let it fill him with the celestial light as he thought about them in the desert. Her arms encircled his waist then, automatically he shifted and kissed her temple, but his eyes stayed focused on the moon.
"I just wanted to try and protect them," John muttered and took a deep breath. His daughters were out there, without him and Helen, and they were trying to take on something that was way beyond them. Ashley was still gaining control of her vampiric abilities, and Chase was still coming to terms with the fact that her inner animal needed some freedom. If he had been capable then he would have growled just as his father and daughter were known to do. But that animalistic quality was beyond him, John only wished that the anger was as well.
"There are some things in this world that they can not be protected from," Helen muttered. She knew the feelings that were raging through his mind, the primal need to protect his children, it was the same her for. Helen knew that if Chase and Ashley truly needed help they wouldn't hesitate to come home and seek that help. Ashley and Chase had a way of doing things, just as Helen and John.
John felt that familiar spark of anger snap in his mind; it wasn't anger at Helen, but it was not the anger he wished to feel, no he wanted to feel Helen beneath him, her lips to his, their breath coming in ragged gasps, which was what he wanted. Moving quickly John pinned Helen to the wall, moonlight still streaming in on them. Using one hand he secured her wrists above her head and his other hand caressed over her hip as he moved closer and positioned his thigh between her slightly parted legs. At one time when he and Helen had been together in London John had learned to turn his budding anger into passion. Even then he was worried Helen would find him to be a monster, but their shared lust only fueled her love for him and his for her.
Leaning in, leaning over her, John took Helen's lips in a fierce kiss to fire the blood. The passion's flame that burned between them has never died, simmered, but never died. It was that fire that John stoked. He wanted her hot and wonton in his arms. This not the mating would be fierce, not gentle as before. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his once again. John wanted to make sure that no other man would question the claim he had on Helen. He shifted and drove his thigh tightly into her center making her gasp. "You're mine," John growled releasing her hands before lifting her and securing her to the wall using his body as a brace.
Helen cupped his face and groaned, "Only yours, always yours." She wrapped her legs around his waist and took his lips again. His kiss was like liquid fire, hot demanding, and utterly addictive. He was everything she wanted, everything that should terrify her, and yet Helen had always been drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His anger, his predilection for killing; all warned her to run, shut him out, but she couldn't. She was in his arms, kissing him, beginning to burn for him. This was the power John had over her, at times she begrudged him for it, and at other times she loved it.
One of John's hands reached down and fervently worked the buttons of her blouse, desperate to remove the garment so he could feel her, all of her, mark her his. The buttons undone, John set his hand to her flesh, feeling the lines of her ribs, running the back of his fingers along the underside of her breasts. Helen arched her back as much as she was able, and John scraped his fingers over the front closure of her bra. He released the catch and moved it aside while Helen's hands worked free the buttons of his shirt.
Helen's flesh burned with lust everywhere John touched her. She could barely focus past the pleasure soaking her mind in a dull haze. Somewhere deep down Helen knew that anger was drenching John's mind; she could just sense it, and she knew that he was angry even now. It was why he as like this. Back in the old days before they had parted john had the innate ability in turning his anger to sex. Helen knew it so well it was why she recognized the effort he was making now. John nipped at her pulse point and all other thoughts ceased, there was nothing but John.
John set Helen on her feet as he still braced her with his body. He hurriedly removed her shirt as she did with his before taking her mouth again and setting his hands to work on the slacks. John groaned when she set her hands in removing his pants. There was too much clothing in the way and it needed to be removed. In a flurry of movement John divested Helen of her clothing and in return she had done the same to him.
Helen stood braced against the wall, John pressed hard against her. He ran his hands down her side and picked her up, sliding her against the wall, so her legs could once again wrap around his waist. That placed him at the very entrance of her center, hot and wet. Her skin was sensitive, tingling with need. She placed her hand palm down on the glass, the cold, solid glass of her window that over looked the water front. Giving the moon one glance, Helen then looked at John. His eyes were alight with lust, love, and anger. Always anger lurked, he would never be free of that destructive emotion. She tried to sink down onto him, envelop him, but John held her firmly by the hips. Right now she was content to let him. Just as she was contented to wait, John pushed into her causing friction, delicious tension that had fireworks exploding through her. John started to move, short powerful thrusts.
John felt his whole body shudder, chills of pleasure raced up and down his spine. In the wake of everything his body could still raise the need for lust, for physical connection. It was all due to Helen. She fired his blood, made his heart race, and made all logical thought flee his mind. She was the only one for him, and the only one who would ever understand the madness within him. But as those for subtle shockwaves of pleasure slid through him, John put all thoughts of his anger out of his mind and concentrated on Helen. She was his world. John placed his hand next to hers and used it for leverage, sliding in and out of her. His strokes were not smooth and measured, but short strong thrusts to deliver pleasure in short bursts. She was his and his alone. The Primal part that resided in everyone roared to mark her, to claim her more completely than he had before. He hitched Helen higher up, still joined to her, as her moan of pleasure filled the void of her room John set his teeth into her skin just about her heart.
Helen gasped sharply when John suddenly moved her higher. It caused a shockwave of feeling and friction through her. Her inner muscles were tightening around him; she was close, so close to going over the edge that she wasn't prepared for the sensation of John biting her. The slight pain added to her pleasure that had fire burning her blood, firing the power of her release. It was building and building, burning as bright as the sun, and twice as hot. But the feeling of his teeth marking her in such a way was primal, animalistic, and something she wouldn't have thought John would do. Closing her eyes, moving her head to the side Helen set her nails to his skin, raked hard, hard enough to leave red almost bloody welts on his pale skin. If he was going to mark her his, then she would do the same to him.
John let go of his hold on Helen's flesh when he felt her nails scour his shoulder blade. The added bits of pain made him jerk, driving him harder into her where he triggered her to come. Her muscled flexed, tightened, and clamped down on him. He wasn't far behind her. John took her lips and together they spilled over the abyss of pleasure. Each drinking down the others cries of pleasure. The power, the explosion of bliss had John's knees buckling, sapping his strength. He crumpled to the floor with Helen. John leaned into her more fully and felt her heart beat a thunderous rhythm against his chest. The room was silent for the most part, except from their gasps for breath. Helen shifted slight, adjusting herself in his arms, causing John to harden slightly. His passion for this woman knew no bounds and no limitations.
ROMAN CATACOMBS:
Jax watched the two sisters argue, and they knew how to get down and dirty. He kind of felt like a voyeur watching them toss insults back and forth. They even through in hand gestures. Jax could see them arguing against their parents; parent who were legend among abnormals and a consummate study for the Cabal. It was one of the reasons Jax hunted them; he wanted to get Ashley off their radar, along with himself and his sister. Chase was already a shadow to them, her doing and not him. Jax was somewhat impressed with how she accomplished that. He knew that some of the Cabal never stopped searching but the Council believed her dead. Jax set his pinkies to his lips and whistled really loud. That stopped the sister's cold. "All right, that is enough. Chase there is no way you are going to get your sister to go home. Ashley we could use another pair of eyes tonight," Jax turned to Chase and held up his finger to indicate silence, "Just for tonight."
Ashley watched Jax and then slid her gaze to Chase. She noticed that her sister seemed to switch gears almost immediately. Gone was the sister who wanted to protect Ashley and in her place now was the killer the Cabal had wanted, what they had turned Ashley into with brain washing.
"What information do we have?" Chase asked and walked to Jax.
"Our target tonight is François Gervais, the next in line for justice." Jax leaned down and removed a thick file folder from a duffle. He laid out pictures and different papers with time and dates on them.
"French guy in Rome? Where is he going to be tonight?" Chase asked fisting her hands on her hips.
"He'll be here, a club called Protocol 51. It's new, just opened with in the last month and it is known to cater to young women around the ages of 17-24. Now, Gervais likes his woman young and barely legal. Tonight is your lucky night Chase, you happen to be his type," Jax chuckled and drew out his last sentence in a fake southern accent.
"Why my sister?" Ashley asked coming over to join them. She looked at the pictures of the next man to die. It didn't matter that they called it justice. He was still going to die.
"Gervais likes the exotic. Chase's hair, eyes, the way she moves will catch his attention. She's the right kind of animal and distraction, plus she passes for 18." Jax looked away when Ashley sent him a withering stare, "You'll work the floor with me while we cover Chase and monitor her progress." He quickly amended and for now it seemed to appease her.
"So, causal or skanky?" Chase asked.
Jax and Ashley both looked at her but Jax said, "Surprise me."
HENRY'S LAB:
Henry had a feeling that chase had left again, but he had an even stronger feeling that she would be back after her demons were put to rest. Plus, he knew she hadn't expected him to find anything on a set of missing twins, brother and sister, but Henry being Henry had found a whisper of a search. The FBI had been following them for two months, then they vanished, and the FBI had no idea, no clue as to their whereabouts. He had made sure to check on the sister, who was still sleeping, and install a security cam. Again in Henry's mind it was for her protection.
"What have you learned about her?"
Henry jumped when the Big Guy spoke, "Uh, nothing really, just a shadow of them so far. The FBI had been looking for them though."
"Interesting," Big Foot moved closer to look at the two pictures Henry had dug up.
"Yeah apparently the FBI wanted them for questioning about the death of their parents."
"Tragic."
"Yeah, no joke. According to the FBI the two kids were witnesses and just as they were closing in they up and vanish."
"The Cabal."
"That's what I'm thinking." Henry said and then turned back to the screen.
HELEN'S BEDROOM:
John had regained his strength as he now stood with Helen wrapped in his arms, and then a blanket wrapped around each of them. Lately they would stand together and just watch the moon, as if fascinated by the celestial body for some unknown reason. They had different when they had been human, so much time spent sleeping after making love, but now they were awake. Before there had been too few hours for them, now there were too many. And right John was thinking about all the possible places Chase would run off to, where she would hide. If Gregory was correct then where ever she was a Cabal Council member was on his final hours in this world.
John shifted slightly, adjusting how he was leaning against the wall. Helen had her head resting on his shoulder while she kissed the scratch marks her nails had left behind. During a moment of heated passion John had marked Helen, claimed in such a way that no other man would be able to take her from his clutched. He never thought himself capable of marking her with his teeth. It was so much apart of the animal that was in his father, in his daughter. Helen hadn't cast him from her after the fact, she hadn't screamed or raged. In fact, she had marked him in return, she had claimed him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Helen could feel John thinking, in fact, she knew he was doing just that. He was replaying the bite, replaying her own marks she had left him upon his shoulders. Before, with past lovers she had never felt the need to mark them in such a way, but John was different. He would always be different. John was the one love she had, the one man she had taken fully into her heart, and that scared her. Helen was terrified of her love for John. What if he reverted back to the Ripper? What if he suddenly turned to hating her? What if? Questions she had asked herself before. Helen had asked those questions after that heated kiss between her and John in the lab after she had created the virus to save Ashley. But then, she had been consumed by her hate and her fear of the man, not of the love she knew still burned between them. As much as she tried those questions kept coming back into her mind. The trick was not to let them rule her thoughts, feelings when it came to John. He was a changed man. Saving Chase and being accepted by Ashley had changed him.
John and Helen were so engrossed in their own thoughts that when the soft knocking sounded at the door it sounded like a thunder clash between then. They smiled wryly and then looked at the door, "Helen, may I speak with you?" The voice belonged to Gregory Magnus.
Helen leaned her head again on John's shoulder, "Oh, not now," She groaned and then pulled away to grab the robe she had left on her bed that morning.
John secured the blanket around him and moved away from the window, his direction was the bathroom.
"You're not teleporting out of here?" Helen asked when she tied the sash of her robe.
John turned and offered her a warm smile, "No, I figured I would run a bath so we can soak, much in the same fashion as we did when we came back from Baja." John paused and turned back to Helen, "The art of taking a bath is lost on modern men," He smiled and delighted when Helen smiled; it was the smile she used when she was remembering something good.
"Oh, ok, yeah that would be good." Helen smiled and knew that her cheeks were turning redder and redder.
PROTOCOL 51:
Chase felt ridiculous, sleazy, and a bit sick to her stomach. She had chosen to dress skanky but she hadn't intended on how many older men would be in the club predominately known to cater to a younger crowd. Then it hit her, the men were scum bags and looking to be some girls sugar daddy in exchange for free sex. Chase stopped in front of one of the many mirrors that cluttered the walls. She wanted to see what she had done. Her hair was bushed in a way that it framed her face, the tiger orange and back stripes drastically standing out. Then she had put on a shirt that shouldn't even be called a shirt. It was a couple of scraps of leather held together with studs and leather cord. But that wasn't even all of it; the skirt rode very low on her hips, showing off not only her tattoo but her hips bones. She showed less skin when she had been born. Of course there were the boots too; at least she had the fore sight to wear her boots that were chunk healed and not the ice picks most of the girls wore who were in attendance tonight. Once again Chase thanked whatever Gods were listening that her mother, and most of all, her father was not here to witness her looking so slutty. She looked at herself again and winced at the blood red lipstick and the heavy black eyeliner she wore. The things she was doing. Her mother would definitely disapprove of the way she was handling this situation. But her mother wasn't here; she was on her own with her sister and Jax. They were going to take out another Cabal Council member and this time Chase would be the one to get her hands dirty.
She looked around and caught a glimpse of Ashley at the bar. Then she looked over and saw Jax standing close to Ashley, he was much to close. But that had to be pushed back while Chase was working the room. She hadn't been able to get a clean line of sight on Gervais, though it had been confirmed that he was in the club. There were private booths, curtained off areas, and rooms designated for other acts. It was amazing how clubs like this kept in business.
Ashley watched Chase as she moved through the dance floor. Her sister glided and swayed with the music, moving like the waves. Chase had always had a natural rhythm, a way of moving that most people noticed. She moved like their father. He had the same way of moving through people without touching them, and yet he blended seamlessly into a crowd. It was a skill that Ashley was a little envious of sometimes. But tonight as she watched Ashley was fascinated by the way her sister worked. Ashley knew that chase was more capable of murder, knew she had killed, but tonight was about intent, which Chase had a lot of. When she had killed Dana; Ashley had only done that to spare Chase, but some nights Ashley could still see the life drain out of Dana. Maybe her father had been right back then. She wasn't afraid to kill; Ashley was afraid that she could get away with it; that it was so easy and she would want to do it again. But Ashley hadn't wanted to kill again. Ashley may look like her father but she was too much her mother to enjoy killing, or to even want to kill again with out provocation.
Chase caught sight of Gervais, he was in one of the booth's surrounded by three females. The youngest there had to be at least 16 years of age. Her stomach did a little flip in disgust but she had to continue and do her job. Tonight she would kill and it would be François Gervais. Chase had had the nerve to slip into a Cabal facility and hack into their computers while her father had been away during the first month of her freedom. The building she had gained entry to had been the very building in which Gervais conducted business. It was after hours, no one around except the cleaning staff. She had gotten in and gotten into his office were she accessed files, her files, and found that he was the one to sign the order in conjuncture with Dana Whitcomb to have her captured and brought in for "testing". Chase had missed out on Dana's demise but she would not miss out on Gervais's.
She continued to move through the bodies dancing, matching her swaying motion to the music. She had seen the man watching her, she had sensed his eyes on her and it made Chase want to run and take very long shower. Looking over at him she took stock of his appearance. Gervais was about mid 50's, salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. He wore a suit of dark blue with a shirt of light gold and a tie to match. Clearly he stood out amongst the usual clientele. But that was his intent. Jax had gained information from someone saying that every two months or so Gervais would go to a club and pick up one of the girls, keep her around for the allotted two months giving her anything her heart desired. After two months was up he would be back out in the hunt for another girl. Tonight Chase was hoping for him to keep tracking his eyes to her.
HELEN'S BEDROOM:
Helen opened the door to reveal her father. She noted that her father looked around the room, his gaze tracking over the bed, the chairs, and finally the window. And she knew that there was a definite smell of sex in the air. Instinctively Helen's hand went to her mussed hair as she stepped aside for her father to enter. Maybe he had come to tell her that he had found Chase and Ashley and they were not in the middle of committing murder. It would be along shot, but it was still possible. She knew that her daughters were capable of taking a life, but were afraid of what would happen should they do so.
"Helen, I was hoping we could talk again about Chase?" Gregory asked as he went to sit in one of the arm chairs she had adorned her room with. Helen sat down in the opposite chair and listened to the water running.
"What more do you want to know about Chase?" Helen asked lacing her fingers together on her lap. All thoughts of John and a hot bath fled her mind.
"I may have found Ashley and Chase in the process of tracking one François Gervais, a known Cabal member and who holds a seat on the Council." Gregory mirrored his daughter and laced his own hands together. Some of his memories from his time at the Cabal were fuzzy but the memories of Chase were coming back with clarity and the fascination Gervais had with her.
"You're just telling me this now? Why?" Helen heard the water stop and she knew John was by the door listening.
"They may kill him in a few hours," Gregory stated, grabbed his cane, and slowly rose to pace in front of the fire place. Seeing Helen in her current state of dress was too much for a father to bear, even one as far removed as Gregory had been.
"Why would you be concerned?" Helen had a sick feeling that her father was going to tell her that Gervais was helping him to reconstruct his research. If there was one thing Gregory Magnus loved more than his daughter, it was his study into the abnormal world.
"He has information that I need, and I can not have Chase ending his life before I get that information. I took a detour here to warn you about this, but…"
"You mean accuse my daughter of murder, premeditated at that," John spoke in a low tone laced with acid and drenched in ice. Helen turned to him and felt the slightest bit disappointed that he was dressed.
"I knew you had to be about some where Druitt," Gregory took in John's current state. He was dressed; with out shoes, in black slacks, and a charcoal grey button up shirt. It wasn't that he didn't like the man who had courted his daughter; it was that he was with her now after everything he had done back in their time. When Gregory had become free of the Cabal he had checked up on Helen, John, James, Nigel, and Nikola; what he found had pleased him, except in John's case. John had taken is gift and turned into the most notorious killer of the 19th century. Helen would have done one of two things; one: She would have tried to stop him or Two: She would have tried to save him. If he was here with her now, then something in his nature must have changed, "You've changed John."
"Time does many things to people, but you sir, have not aged a day." John replied and moved to stand behind Helen. He nodded at Gregory as Doctor Magnus rose to leave. As soon as her father left he knew she would take a shower and start looking for Chase, but he had an idea of where she might already be. The trick would be to get to their daughter before she killed this man, not that John would lament his passing; the world would be well rid of him.
