Summary: The Druitt/Magnus family is divided, scattered through the world. But another force will rise to bring the family back together and test the resolve of the network.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of sanctuary or the characters... except for Chase.

Rating: M

RISING TIDES:

LONDON:

Chase was curled up on Dawn's bed with the pictures spread out before her. In it were happier times, laughs and smiles. She wanted to block out the fact that her friend was dead. He was dead and she couldn't get past that. How much pain and death could her family take, how much could she take? This family was a family of pain. No matter if they were together or apart, there was nothing but pain. Chase shouldn't have come back; she shouldn't have come home. If she hadn't come home then she never would have found out that Dawn was dead. She could go along thinking he was still alive and never know the difference. But this was pain. And her pain made no sense. Chase was supposed to be in love with Henry, and here she was mourning Dawn.

Chase should have known better than to linger here, linger in Dawn's apartment. He was dead and she wasn't doing him any good crying into his pillows and looking at old photo's of them. She had been such a child in these photos. It was amazing that she had been that young at all. Only her eyes told the true story, as it did with her mother, her sister, and her father. Chase got up and gathered the photos of her and Dawn back into the box. She wasn't about to leave them lying around. With one last look around Chase disappeared just as the flat door opened.

Dawn had sensed someone in his flat from out in the hall. He waited for the right moment to come in and surprise whoever had decided to try and rob him. Though, he couldn't understand why someone would want to in the first place, he was a slob and he knew it. But that didn't change the fact that someone was in there. Just as he opened the door someone disappeared. But the scent that lingered was something he never would have forgotten; Chase. She had been here just now and he had been too cautious to try and greet her. But why would she be here now. They hadn't seen each other in years. So what made her show up?

Dawn moved farther into the room and scented the air. He drew a deep breath and mentally catalogued all the scents. First and foremost was the scent of her pain and anguish. Moving to the window Dawn crouched and scented again. She had been crying, but why would she be doing that here? Without wasting time he went to his bedroom, packed a packed a bag, and headed out the door without a second thought. If anything he wanted to get the pictures back that that little tigress had taken from him.

SANCTUARY:

HELEN'S BEDROOM

John had come here to change back into the clothes he knew so well, clothes that defined him as a gentleman of society, a society that no longer existed. If anything he needed an excuse to come here and he needed to give Helen her space. John knew they could not pick up they could not pick up where they left off. Going into the bathroom John began to peel off the clothes of the world he had hidden in to don the clothes that he missed. He took a moment to study himself in the mirror. John still looked the same; more like he looked like the self he had been in 1888, minus the insanity. Taking a deep breath John set his fingers to the tie on his pants. They loosened and he stepped out of them so he could put on his tailored slacks. John was feeling more and more like his old self already. Peeling off the black shirt John replaced it with his charcoal grey dress shirt. He took his time buttoning each button.

On the countertop John spied a hair tie lying next to Helen's brush. With one hand he reached for the tie and with his other he released the leather cord that bound his hair at the nape of his neck. John quickly pulled his hair back and used the tie to reign in his hair. At least with the hair tie he wouldn't have to worry about his hair slipping free of the leather cord.

After John was dressed he looked himself over in the mirror. It was as if a part of him had come back from the dead, back from a faded photograph of a bygone era that would never be rekindled. Without looking John reached for the scissors and grabbed his pony tail. His intent had been to gut off his hair, cut it off and shatter the image of his old self. Just as he was about to cut John dropped the scissors and turned from the mirror with a growl rumbling from his chest. He couldn't do it; he couldn't turn back the hands of time and return to the monster he was with the monster's persona. Life had to move foreword and so did John Druitt. If he had let himself go, let himself look like this then he wasn't going to change. He tossed the scissors back on the counter and left. In the end he couldn't cut his own damn hair and that irked him. It was just hair; his hair. If nothing else it made him look like the man he had been before the madness took him and he lost Helen and their children. Back then he lost everything that was ever dear to him.

THE LAB:

Helen had done some more testing on the fake, almost human like head that had been sent to them. It was obvious that it was another message to Chase. Who ever was playing a game against them had been watching them for a while. And that was a scary thought in Helen's mind. She was deep in though when she heard the tell tale sound of a completed teleport. Turning she saw Chase. But it was not the angry Chase that had left. This Chase had been crying, had been mourning a friend who had died because he knew her. Helen set aside what she was doing and went to her daughter only to have her youngest step back and out of arms reach. She shook her head and tried to keep new tears from falling. Helen could see them gathering in Chase's eyes. "Chase, I…"

Chase shook her head again and tried to keep her entire body from shaking. She had never felt this sad before. Dawn had been a capable male, strong, fit and agile. He had been able to take care of himself in a fight. How could have someone bested him? Right now Chase wanted to cry, wanted to mourn more for her friend, but then she would get angry, and that anger would fuel her and carry her through until they found the person who had done this to them. Chase felt the cool concrete of the lab floor beneath her and wondered when she had sunk down to the floor. She still held the box of pictures in her arms. "Why do we cause so much pain?"

"Chase…" But Helen couldn't finish. She was wondering about the answer to that question as well. No matter what they did, how they helped the abnormals, people they knew just seemed to get hurt or killed from their involvement. Helen reached out and cupped Chase's cheek. "I don't know my darling, but the best we can do is find out who did this and stop them."

"It will never stop, will it?" Chase had to ask even though she knew the answer. No matter how many bad guys came at them there would always be more knocking at the gates wanting to destroy the work her mother was doing.

"All we can do is we have been doing; fighting to protect the abnormals from those who would hurt them."

"Yeah, and life will never be the same again." Chase said as she leaned more into her mother's hand.

Helen stood and signaled Chase to do the same thing. They couldn't sit on the floor all day not when there was work to do. "Why don't you go and take a nap."

"I would if I could sleep, but since I got all that pure Vampire blood I haven't slept a wink." Chase shook her head. "Dad…"

"Your father and grandfather only did that to save your life. No parent should have to outlive their children."

HENRY'S LAB:

Ashley walked into Henry's lab to find her werewolf friend hunched over a computer hard at work. At least she hoped he was hard at work and not doing something else. Moving over to him quietly she peeked over his shoulder and saw he was decrypting some sort of computer program. "Hey, Henry, I want you to do something for me." She said and had the pleasure to see him jump.

"Jesus Ashley, don't do that." He complained but turned to her anyway. Henry was trying to act as if nothing had happened, and that they all hadn't been separated these last few months.

"Yeah yeah, I want you to find out every person we have come into contact with who has the initial JM…." Ashley started to ask but then her favorite Werewolf interrupted her.

"James Moriarty, there problem solved now go away." Henry snapped. He was doing something very important and he didn't need Ashley bothering him.

"Very funny wolf boy. Would you please?" Ashley flicked Henry in the back of his head.

"Ash…" Henry drew out her name in a whine, even though he knew he was going to do the search anyway.

"Just do it." Ashley poked him in the shoulder and laughed when he scowled at her.

"You know I think these are the moments that I didn't miss when you were gone!" Henry shouted over his shoulder in a playful tone when Ashley headed out of the door.

THREE DAYS LATER:

It took Henry three days to run through every name that had come into contact with the Sanctuary. He had taken so long because of the specific filter he had been asked use. Ashley had asked him to ferret out only the names with the initials JM. The computer spat back thirteen names. It was hard to believe that only thirteen names came back. The other reason it took him so long was that he ran the search again to verify that the first number was right. And again thirteen names came back.

James Mason

John Michaels

Jenny Murdock

Justin McDougal

Joan Marsh

Jonathan Mathews

Jonas Mayborn

Jacob Miller

Jillian Meadows

Jefferson Makerson

Jackson Moershel

Jack Morin

James Moriarty

Henry stared at the last name and he knew he was going to get chewed out for that one. But he had rerun the search twice and that name had populated both times. Course the date next to the name was well before Henry started to work for the Sanctuary, it was well before he was born. He printed out the list and headed to the doc's office.

HELEN'S OFFICE:

Helen looked up in time to see Henry come through the door carrying a piece of paper which she assumed were a list of names. She had tried to remember all the people she had seen, worked with, or knew with the initials JM and still she came up blank. It was a good thing she had Henry. All of her records had been transferred to digital, backed up, and back up a second time on a second server.

"Hey Doc, ok I ran a search and I only came up with thirteen names."

"Thirteen? Are your serious?" Helen stood up and held out her hand for the paper. There was no way that number was right, there had to be more than thirteen people.

"Pretty serious and before you ask I ran the search twice. In both cases it came back the same."

"Then I want you back at your computer getting locations, addresses on these names minus the thirteenth name." Helen wanted to over look that name because she couldn't quite believe that this one might actually exist. In Doyle's books Sherlock Holmes was always bested by Professor Moriarty.

"When I find the addresses what are we going to do? Ask them if they are corpse cutting, head taking maniacs?"

"We'll think of something, Henry," Helen replied; making a conscious effort not to laugh. She looked at the names again and made a motion for him to leave. Henry certainly did have a colorful way of asking questions when he needed to.