Oh chewing gum and basketballs, I forgot to tell you what Benji asset number is. 9-1-6-2-T-L-G involves Doctor Who. Simon Pegg was in an episode with the Ninth Doctor, it was episode 162 (according to Wikipedia) in the chronological order of Who episodes, and the title of the episode was The Long Game (TLG. Pegg was fantastic in it and if you've never seen it I'd highly recommend it.

-Chapter Seven-

They sat in a comfortable silence together for the first time since their mission began.

Each where content with the company of the other. Each with a positive perception of what they had to do.

They has all been lead to this building by voiced command, text, or even by person. For a few minutes upon seeing each other again, even after only a short period of separation, the anger within Jane burned. But the fire sizzled out the moment realization settled in.

They sat together awkwardly until they simultaneously apologised. "I'm sorry," Jane said in union with Brandt's "Forgive me."

"I was out of line and angry," Jane continued stopping his protest, "I was shocked at what happened, what you told me and I needed to strike out at something. What we have to do now is put it all aside and help Benji."

"If we still can," Brandt murmured. He had spent the time away from Jane thinking and revising the files they had on the Dawson family. The most painful thing was the images. There was several murders linked to the Dawson's that had not been proven. Most of the victims had been previous employees each left mutilated and far from recognition. An image of Benji in the same state flashed across his mind. He would not allow that to happen. "I could have timed it better," he admitted.

"Do you think Ethan knows?" neither answered the question since they had a feeling the answer would be 'yes'. Ethan was an enigma for most but he had the ability to look at someone and know their life history. She left that gave him an advantage over others and, before she had gotten to know him, that he was a man that could not be trusted.

They stayed in silence for a further thirty minutes until Ethan broke it. He entered the room, and instead of heading to join them at the table, he headed for the master bedroom. When he returned to the room he placed a large metal box in the centre of the table.

"This is your chance to leave," Ethan stood leaning against the window sill. "If you don't want to be involved in this you can leave and I won't think any differently of you."

"I let you down," Brandt said looking down at his hands. The thought had been running around his head since the begging. He had let them down years ago when he had not followed orders. He could have stopped this before it had happened and now he had the blood of several men on his hands. "This is a chance to redeem myself." He said not to Ethan or to Jane but to himself.

"We could be killed labelled a murderer and hunted if we fail."

Both Jane and Brandt looked into Ethan's eyes confirming their choices.

"What do we need to do?"

They shared their information. Jane informed them about what she had learnt from Kevin, Brandt about the holes in the Dawson file, and Ethan of what Theodor had told him.

He opened the box refill a rifle. "We know his heading, we know how to provoke him, we know him. He doesn't know what we can do. Here's the plan."

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Time and grief had been a tight noose around his family's neck, He noted as he walked into the unrecognisable room with aged appearance and new technology. As he was marched from his waking place to this room, it had taken him some time to release his location. And in that moment another realisation kicked him in the gut.

He had caused this destruction.

He had caused the building to fall into disrepair. He had caused the elemental deterioration of the painted walls and wallpaper. He had caused the dust covered empty spaces on the shelves. He had caused the building to turn into the family's grief.

Time had distorted them all into versions of themselves they may not have become.

He wouldn't have thought that the brother he knew, the brother who would check the empty spaces of his room and under his bed for monsters, had become a dealer of death. He wouldn't have thought that his father, the man who had carried him into this house and tickled him when he was sad, could be a man that brought pain to hundreds of families.

"Let me see him," a croaky voice said from behind the beds curtains drawing Benji away from his morbid thoughts. A skeletal hand with frail flesh reached out towards them beckoning them over, "Let me see my son."

Benji moved closer to the bed, a tear burning in his eyes as he saw his once hard lipped and strong father. The man wasn't even an echo of whom he once knew. The two things that scared him the most was that his father's once solid frame, strong muscles that would lift them into the sky, had withered into skeleton producing tough skin and eyes that had become haunted similar to those of a porcelain dolls that would follow you around the room with no movement.

"Dad?" Benji whispered approaching the bed, tears began to burn in his eyes. He knelt on the floor quickly snatching his father's outstretched hand in both of his, "I'm here Daddy. I'm here."

His father, Richard, was sitting up in the four poster bed face pale and frame fragile. Some people described a person who had changed drastically as a shadow of the man they knew, that was not the case for Benji in regard of his father. The man he knew was strong and bad tempered to the casual viewer but to those who knew him, the true him, he was kind hearted, caring and mild tempered.

Richard took a moment to take in his son's appearance, "You grew up."

"I'm sorry." Benji rasped, a thick lump rising in his throat blocking his breathing. He'd never seen a man as broken as this, he'd never seen a man he loved as broken as this, and it hurt him deeper than a sledge hammer to the heart that he had caused the damage. "I never thought it'd go like this, I'm so sorry."

"Hush," Richard said stroking his sons wet cheek. "It is no time for tears. Here." Richard raised his hand for a moment to bring his eldest to them and then replaced it on Benji's cheek.

Jason walked over to stand on the other side of the bed next to the heart monitor. He ignored the chair in favour of a position that he could see both his father and brother.

Richard closed his eyes and leaned back in the bed. Benji could see scars and burn marks on his exposed chest he had never seen before. Scares and burns he knew must have been mementoes of the crash, the trap.

Richard breathed in deeply, closed his eyes and leaned back. For a moment it appeared as if he had fallen asleep but then the loud burst of machines alerted them to his stopped heart.

"Nurse!" Jason yelled. His body stilled as his mind demolished.

"Da…Daddy," Benji muttered, his voice like that of a scared traumatised child. He was pushed out of the way of two nurses, possible privet judging by their non-NHS uniforms, whom began to work on his limp father. He stood and backed away from the bed stopping when he hit the window ledge.

"You did this," Jason growled starring at Benji with monstrous eyes. He moved quickly, like an angered lion towards his prey, and slapped Benji. Gripping the collar of his worn shirt, "You did this."

Throwing Benji to ground, "You!" a kick to the chest, "Did!" another kick, "This!" then another.

-End of Chapter-

Not as strong as I could have written it but to be honest none of this story is going the way I want it to. And shorter then I like but I remember someone reminding me that things don't have to be a hundred pages long. That and I wanted to post something seen as I've been absent for a while. Darn growing up, stress, films, and finding a job (with as yet no success). Darn you(s).

Thank you again to PeggsterLover and CrazyBeaver, your continued support has been one of the only things pushing me in the direction of writing recently.

A fiar warning, the next few chapters may take a while because a lot of planning needs to be done. A few scenes I have been working on since the inception of this story are about to be played out and they are taking a lot of time to become satisfactory.