Chapter 9

The next morning, Sam woke up early purposely changing into her biking leathers. She then headed to the canteen where she met Helen and Ashley.

"So you're my sister," Ashley said studying Sam. "You ride?" She asked noticing the serious biking leathers.

"Yep, I have a Harley and an Indian how about you?" Sam asked.

"Only a Harley at the moment," Ashley replied starting a long conversation on bikes and the customizations they had both made.

They were joined a little later by the members of SG-1 and Will who had been in the male quarter area. The guys all seemed taken aback my Sam's leathers especially Jack, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey," Sam greeted. "So Sir, did Hammond catch you last night, it seems we have 3 weeks off. I thought I would I'd go on a motor biking holiday." She said innocently. All of SG-1 looked worried.

"Helen did invite us to the Sanctuary," Daniel pointed out.

Sam acted surprised, "Did she? Well I don't know I've already made plans."

"Carter," Jack groaned realizing she was having them on.

Helen looked away as they started arguing and ribbing each other. It was times like this she felt divided, while she was glad to have family round her, though sometimes there more juvenile antics did wear on one. Sitting across the table she noticed Teal'c appeared to be similarly opinionated.

"Interesting," she thought.

She was very interested and intrigued. Henry had mentioned there was no record of a Murray Teal'c but he seemed to have the wisdom of age that only Watson, and Tesla had. She didn't even want to think about John or how to break the news to Sam. "Your father is Jack the Ripper" just didn't sound right, especially not with their relationship so frail.

She noticed everyone was getting up having not been paying attention she had no idea what they were doing. Sam took pity on her.

"Would you like to help me pack?" She asked. Helen nodded it would help her to get to know her daughter and she was grateful for any time they got together.

Arriving at the surface Sam climbed on her bike handing Helen a helmet with a challenging look as if she was testing her. Helen put it on, she could do this and the chance to see Samantha's home was too good to miss. She was a great believer in homes telling a lot about a personality.

Sam drive safely but at great speeds back to her house, despite being injured she needed the freedom only her bike allowed. It was over to quickly arriving at Sam's house. Helen looked at the neat garden and house appearance knowing her daughter was a perfectionist.

Sam opened the door letting Helen enter first. Helen walked in going into the open plan lounge finding she approved, it was clean, simple but quite homey. Sam entered letting her mum snoop around as she quickly packed enough for a few weeks. She exited to see Helen holding a picture of her, her mum, Jacob and Mark all grinning at the camera.

"It's, strange you look a lot like her," Helen remarked studying it carefully. Sam nodded taking it from her.

"Yeah, but not as much as I look like you," Sam pointed out; it sounded harsh even to her own ears. She smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, it's so weird I mean I had a mum and now I have another one," Sam said, and then realizing something Jacob wasn't her dad.

"Wait, who's my dad," She asked.

Helen froze; she was hoping this would happen later. How was she to tell Sam about the vampire blood causing her never to age and sending her dad into a crazed teleporting killing spree?

"That is a long story, one that is painful for me to recite and for you to hear," Helen admitted. Sam was slightly concerned now, wondering how bad it could be. Helen saw this fear and decided to tell her; it wasn't going to get any easier.

"It was a long time ago. I was young, stupid, I was already involved in my father's work and we came across a rare sample of pure vampire blood. It was possibly the last pure uncontaminated sample in the world. Stories tell that if a human was to inject a serum of the blood they would receive powers beyond the abilities of a normal human. I made the serum with a few friends. We called ourselves the five."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Nigel Griffith had the power to become invisible, James Watson's mind grew to new heights beyond what we thought was possible, John Druitt had the power to teleport from place to place, and Nikola Tesla well his was the most startling it brought out dormant vampire genes."

"And you?" Sam asked, almost fearful to find out the truth. Her mind was spinning with the possibilities.

"How old do you think I am?" Helen asked.

"Um, well I'm 32 so you must me at least 45," Sam guessed, thinking Helen didn't really look to be that old.

"Actually I am 157 years old, the vampire blood appears to have stopped me aging, or at least at an extremely slow rate." Helen paused to let Sam get use to the idea,

"Wow, that's wow," Sam said initially thinking of all the things she could do, but then how long 157 years was in terms of the human lifespan? Almost 2 generations; people who she knew must have all died and some of their children and grandchildren too. It must be a very lonely life.

"And you can never die?" Sam asked.

Helen shrugged she had done lots of tests and still didn't know.

"I can be hurt from trauma but I heal faster than others and never age, but I still get hurt," Helen told her.

Sam nodded getting back to the original question, "So what does this have to do with my dad?" After all just because her mum was old didn't mean she wasn't conceived in the late 60's.

"You father is John Druitt," Helen said waiting for the name to connect

"Wait, wasn't he one of the suspects in the Jack the ripper case in the 1800's," Sam said astonished although not sure more by which part, her dad was 160 years old or he had been linked to one of the most famous serial killer cases ever.

"Yes, in fact he is Jack the Ripper. I witnessed him kill," Helen said, Sam stood up totally surprised.

"Wait, you knew he was Jack the Ripper and you still slept with him?" She asked confused. Helen shook her head

"We were engaged, he was so charming. The blood, it changed him, his power drove him mad. When I followed him one night and saw him murder Molly, I broke it off. Only a week later I discovered I was pregnant. I spoke to James, who helped me design a way to keep you both safe. He would be watching me. I waited over 70 years until I could bear the loneliness no longer take you Samantha and bearing you to term."

"So my father is Jack the Ripper, John Druitt," Sam sat down shaken, "but he is dead now right, my dad's dead?" Sam asked Helen nodded.

"He recently found Ashley and I at the Sanctuary. I gave him a tainted sample of my blood; he injected it and teleported away in great agony." Helen paused in great pain, no matter how evil John had been, she had loved him like non-other could. Sam was watching closely and realized how hard it must have been for Helen to love someone so completely and then watch them changed into something so evil she had to kill him. Sam couldn't imagine what she would do if it had been Jack. One thing she did know was her mum to have dealt with all this was a very strong person.

"Did he actually die?" Sam asked after a while. After everything she had seen only seeing the body was enough prove until then there was hope or fear.

"There was no way he could have survived," Helen told her.

"But you didn't see his body," Sam asked.

"No," Helen conceded wondering why Sam was so insistent he might be alive.

"What would he do if he were alive and discovered me," Sam asked wanting to know the threat level.

"He would probably use you to get to me," Helen admitted "But I doubt he would harm you," she promised. Sam nodded there wasn't a lot she could do about it. She was going to have to get used to the idea.