Hey everyone I hope you had a very good Christmas and got everything you ever wanted! Sorry for taking so long my computer started acting weird and wouldn't let me into my profile. Happy New Year! Warning there will be some violence and graphic descriptions and creepiness but enjoy nevertheless. If you enjoyed it then don't be shy to review. :)


Dermot McColly gazed out the window with a big black binoculars over his eyes. His eyes were on the house across the road. The house belonging to none other than Grace Wayfair. Dermot could see her looking outside, not noticing him, at the top window. But she wasn't alone, oh no she wasn't. Who could this be? Not a friend, definitely not a boyfriend, he looked far to old for her. A family member perhaps.

The watcher licked his lips in delight at the thought, then he got distracted for a few moments as he stared at Grace's chest. His pupils dilating. His fun was over when Grace and her guest left the room. They reappeared in the kitchen, Grace made her way towards the bridge and again his view was blocked.

But he see could the stranger. Wait! It can't be. But it is! It is, it is! Dermot gave out a retched cackle, a sickening cough to the ears. His pot belly jiggling, his cheeks and neck turning tomato red. "Look who's back." he beamed, a menacing smirk etched across his face.

So he's back then. He thought. Back to his little girl. Dermot gave out another of his horrible cackle. Well this should be interesting. I better let the boss know that the soldier is back.


The young man spluttered a groan and a sob as the minion had painfully kicked him in the liver. Blood was trailing down his broken nose down his neck, to the floor. His right eye was swollen and was bruised black and blue. There were lacerations down his arms, a split lip that burned from his salty sweat. His blond hair clung to his forehead and his cheeks. The young man spat out his blood-filled mouth and repeated "I swear, I didn't know. We were ambushed. We were betrayed!" He cringed away when he finished.

There was a light above him, the outline of his attacker in display. "You see, I don't believe you." He said, crouching down, holding a knife to the man's throat. The young man let out a whimper, tears streaming down. The attacker removed the blade and send the man a concrete right swing breaking his cheekbone. The man cried out in pain. "Please stop! Please!" The young man begged.

"Not today." The attacker responded but was interrupted by hand squeezing his shoulder. "Enough!" commanded the voice.

The young man looked up to see the boss. His eyes pleading. His wish was grant. "Get him out and cleaned up." the boss shouted. "Robert, you were only supposed to ruffle him. Not batter him, you eejit! You don't kill unless I order you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

The young man was carried away, his vision blackened.

"Sir?"

"What?" the boss bellowed.

Robert stood there for a moment and said "That boy deserved to die. He was weak and pathetic! The mission was a disaster because of him and..."

"Enough Robert! I mean it! I don't have to explain or defend my orders or decisions to anybody or anyone to the likes of you! The boy lives and that's that! Do I make myself clear?"

Robert didn't answer.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" the boss screamed.

"Yes, sir."

"If you ever question my judgement again that will be you on the floor, fingerless." he threatened.

"Yes, sir. Never happen again sir."

The boss turned towards the door and left the room. His secretary came round the corner holding a phone and said "It's Dermot. He brings good news sir."

Taking the phone out of her hand, his eyes scanned up and down taking everything in before he answered the call. "That will be all Nicole." he said.

"Yes sir." and she was gone.

The boss waved his hands towards the man standing by the doors. He was now alone. "What is it?"

"He's back." Dermot said.

"Who?"

"John Sheppard."

The boss stopped in his tracks. His mind was buzzing. His murky glazed eyes wide, his pale withered thin lips curled in, smiling madly. At that particular moment, you would have thought that this man was the Grinch himself. His yellow stained teeth on full view. He licked his lips as a wonderful thought crossed his mind.

"Thank you, Dermot." with that he ended the call and stood there smiling like the cat got the canary. This was perfect. Absolutely wonderful! Now he could finish what he started.


Yay finally finished a new chapter. I found this surprisingly easy to write. I rarely write scenes like this and found it rather fun. That sounds worrying.

Well I hoped you enjoyed it. This is a belated Christmas present.

Looking forward to those lovely reviews.

I'll try and get the new chapter up soon enough I hope. Don't worry.

TPOWs