Summary: Chase Magnus must travel back to the Sanctuary and to the news that her sister, Ashley, was taken by the Cabal. Reuniting with her family, Chase is about to face her demons… in more ways than one. A/U

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sanctuary; I'm just a story teller.

Pairing: This is a John/Helen story

HENRY'S LAB:

Chase had managed to ditch her dad, well really, she had convinced him that she would not slip out of Sanctuary and kill Dana, as much as she would love to, she promised and Chase kept her word. So, instead, Chase decided to come down and see Henry. She stood just inside the door and watched him scan three different monitors, all of which were satellite enhanced street views of New City. He was tracking Dana, keeping tabs for when, or if, the rest decided to take her down. Even though he had been pumped so full of drugs himself, Henry had chosen for Dana's incarceration rather than her death. Chase understood why he chose this way. Henry was trying to be the human he was raised and not the monster he was born. If anything Chase was more of a monster than Henry, everything that she had done rivaled what Henry might do if provoked.

Yet, there he sat multi-tasking and looking human to Chase's eyes. When she looked in the mirror she waited for the monster to bleed through, her eyes to turn red, and the blood lust to flood her system. But her father had helped her through the darkest of the dark times. Chase walked further into the room and said, "Hey Techno God, may I enter your humble domain?"

Henry turned to see Chase, a smiling lighting his face as he replied, "Sure, my domain is free for all who enter." He shook his head and turned back to the three monitors.

"Managed to find her again?" Chase asked coming closer and leaning against Henry's shoulders.

"Yeah, so far, well, that is if she doesn't catch onto the fact that we are following her."

"Oh yes heaven forbid." Chase drawled and ruffled Henry's hair. He drew his hands away from the keyboard so he could lean back further and wrapped his arms around Chase, lacing his fingers.

"Magnus asked I keep an eye on her, coincidently before she went looking for you." Henry commented.

"Hmm, you don't say. Looks like we have nothing to do but sit and wait around for… anything to happen." Chase paused and looked at the photo of Dana remembering what that woman ordered.

Chase huddled as far from the cell door as she could while keeping an eye on the red haired woman named Dana and the scientist she had by her side. The first thing they had done was give her claws, then they drew out the vicious monster in her mind, and that was before they had tried to tame her. She tensed her muscles, waiting, waiting for them to do anything. Chase had given up snapping and snarling, it had done her no good.

"You seem to have broken her of the snapping and snarling." Dana mused as she took a step closer to the cell. The woman/animal they had managed to cage was a thing of beauty, a prize from a most desired blood line; she was a Magnus and a Druitt. The perfect killer, if they could train her.

"I'm not so sure about that, she killed one of the handlers yesterday. She ripped his throat out and mauled what was left of him. If we hadn't had her tasered she would have gotten loose." The scientist said and handed Dana the report.

"So she is strong and fast. More than we could have hoped. If all goes well with her, then we can implement phase two." Dana cast one last look at Chase and then handed the report back to her head scientist before leaving the good Doctor to her work.

Chase listened and learned the rotation of the guards. Thanks to the experiments she could hear better and see farther than she had before. Her powers were off the scale before, but now they were much more. Soon it would be the down fall of those who held her. Her beast prowled through her mind, the anticipation of shedding blood, taking human life, the life of her enemy's was flowing through her veins, giving her the added strength she would soon need to escape.

"You in there?" Henry asked, close to Chase's face.

Chase shook her head to clear out the images and feelings from when she had been in the cell, "What? Sorry I was…"

"Zoning out. That's ok. Happens to me all the time," Henry smiled and placed alight kiss on Chase's lips.

"I just… hate the thought that she is walking around in, breathing the same air, and moving closer to this Sanctuary, this haven, my home." Chase growled and stalked to the window, opening it so the crisp cool air blowing off the water would take the edge of anger from her. She didn't want to be angry around Henry. Chase didn't want the all consuming rage that poured through her blood, a curse of her lineage. It was true; she was very much her father; the same train of thought, the same anger, and the same lust to kill. Chase took off the ring her and her father both had in common and looked at it. Instantly she didn't feel his presence, the slight whisper of his conscious mind to hers. Quickly replacing the ring her mind righted and became whole again. In that moment, her anger and her beast nearly took over control. It wasn't her control; it was her fathers that she was sharing, leeching to chain her beast. He was giving her the strength she needed to stay Chase and not the vicious monster the Cabal wanted.

Henry watched Chase staring out the window, something was troubling her and it troubled Henry. He reached or the remote and cued a song they both loved; Jump in the Line by Harry Belafonte. When they had seen the movie Beetlejuice and heard that song both of them had been hooked. She turned to him and tried not to smile, but more than anything Henry wanted for the shadows darkening her eyes to abate, and he wanted for her to have some fun. Dark have been the days of late and this house, this family, needed some fun, some laughter, and more than anything they needed light. It was a new day, anything could happen.

"Come here," Henry held out his hand for Chase, waiting to see if she would take it.

"Why?"

"Because, just come here," Henry took Chase's hand and pulled her in tight to his body as he began to lightly sway to the music.

Chase smiled at him and let the music and the beat. Closing her eyes Chase moved back and forth, her hands resting on Henry's shoulders as his hands embraced her hips, pulling her closer, synching her movements to his. She knew it wasn't the time to have her defenses down, not when the hunt was on, but here with Henry she could forget all the bad, all the terrible things that happened to her.

The song switched, the beat low and sensual, and still they continued to sway. Her hips bumped his over and over. Then her lips sought his so she could taste his, fill her senses with him and further entrench herself in the small bubble they had started to create. Henry gave her more of himself, more of his lips, more of his unique taste. She needed it and she wanted it, just as she wanted him. Chase dug her claws into his shoulder, where she expected him to cry out in pain, he only growled in passion, echoing her. Taking her lips from his, Chase looked into his eyes. They were not the soft brown, but Wolf green, powerful and frightening at the same time. His animal called to hers and she responded. Chase allowed the chains slip free, her beast moved, stretched, and fit to her just beneath her skin. In that moment she was whole and the animal was free. Her teeth lengthened and her nails turned deadly as her eyes bled to the red of her inner beast, the one thing the Cabal had called forth had been the one thing that was apart of her all along.

Henry wanted Chase, her features turning primal, the animal that lurked coming foreword, and Henry had called it. Her eyes were red; canines were like that of her tiger cousins as were the nails that had grown and her hair had turned from the dark brown to a orange with black striping, all of which reflected her animal with in. He knew that his wolf was close to the surface as her animal was, but it wasn't anger or pain that called his wolf, it was passion, lust, and the love he had for her. Henry picked Chase up and set her on the table as her legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were on hers again, she tasted so sweet, so clean; she tasted of summer and rain. She was intoxicating and for now she was his. Henry let his hands go to her belt, undo it, slide it out of the loops, and he tossed it out of the way. He took his time on her jeans. The button popped open, but he slid the zipper down slow. She growled, low and deadly, and Henry ripped them from her. As he pulled them off her Chase moved from the table. She pulled her shirt over her head and then tackled his clothing. Henry wanted to restrain her hands, make her endure his pace, but her heat was flooding his system. He took a moment through the haze, to admire her body. She was encased in a black bra and black underwear. Her pale skin was no longer pale; a flush broke out over her body.

Chase knew she should stop, but her animal already had too much control and that animal wanted Henry, wanted the strength that was inside him, and Chase wanted him. She watched him watching her. Chase kicked her jeans away and walked towards him, her hands reaching for his pants. Her hands trembled slightly, but she popped the button and lowered the zipper. His arms encircled her then, pulling her heated flesh against his, and then his lips to hers. Henry lifted her again and pinned her to the wall between he windows. She could feel him hot and hard and ready. Reaching between them Chase freed him from the confines of his boxers as Henry moved aside the silken cloth of her underwear. She had a moment to tell him no, he was looking in her eyes giving her the chance, but Chase took him into her body and urged him to move.

Henry slid into her warmth, feeling her encase him, taking him in. She was heaven, his personal Eden, and she was wild. Chase's claws bit into his flesh as his claws raked the skin of her hips. He surged up, burying himself in her up to the hilt, but he didn't stay. Henry pounded into her in series of short powerful strokes. Chase was not complacent. She met him thrust for thrust as they fought for completion, for release. He took her lips again and nipped her lips, drawing blood, tasting her, merging with her. His wolf was just below the surface of his mind, stretching, growling, and taking the woman in his arms. Every thrust brought him closer and closer and he could feel Chase getting closer and closer to the edge with him.

Chase clamped her inner muscles on Henry and growled in unison with him. She gasped out as pleasure fogged her brain, raged through her blood and sped her heart rate. 'Henry' he was her only thought. His body fit well with hers and he filled her so completely. The aching in her heart slowly dissipated as Henry kissed her again; she could feel his canines scraping with hers. Chase changed the movements of her hips and tried to finish what he had started, finish them both. She needed his release; she needed her own to drive him over the edge with her. Taking her hands from his shoulders, Chase threaded them through his hair. Three more thrusts and Chase was careening over the edge of pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down on Henry and he was following her into bliss. Before she could stop it, her beast roared, a sound of pure pleasure as the ecstasy sang through her body. She roared and Henry allowed a howl to fill his throat and out of his mouth to answer her.

Henry and Chase sank to the floor still wrapped around the other. Their breaths, gasps, and moans were the only sound floating on the air of his lab. Henry had had lovers on the past, but nothing as powerful as what he felt with chase, here, now in this moment. She was a power to be reckoned with, she power. He tried to pull away to look at her, to look into her fierce eyes, but Chase held him closer and he didn't want to let go just yet.

NORTH TOWER:

Helen watched John, his expression of pure joy. She had told him that she still loved him, it was true, and she did love him. Helen will always love John; he was a part of her, ingrained in her memory and on her skin. Nothing in the world would make her forget him; forget the power of his body, the strength of his kiss as his lips seduced her into the beginnings of pleasure, "John, now would be the time to say something."

"I have wanted nothing more than to hear you say you still love me. My love for you has never died, I may have forgotten the depth of that love, but now, here with you, I remember everything you were to me." John lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss filled with love and hope. Hope that she would stay with him. If she left him he would be the one to be destroyed this time.

Helen wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling his body closer and reveling in his warmth. She had been lost in a void until john had showed up, reasserted himself in her life again. He not only claimed her body again, her heart, but he was taking some of her soul this time. John was kissing her; his lips were soft and light, like he had used to kiss her.

John pulled back and smiled, really smiled at her, "I want to do…"

Helen covered his mouth with her hand. The last time he had said he would do anything to make her happy he had turned into a killer, "Don't say it… I want you as you are." Helen moved back into his body, "I want you wild, passionate, and I want you all to myself." Helen whispered, her voice low, she had no intention of taking him to her bed just yet. If he was going to burn then that was what Helen was going to do to him. Petty of her, she knew, but she deserved a little sensual revenge. Helen backed away and smiled.

"This is part of you revenge, isn't it?" John growled. He knew what she was doing. Gearing him up and then denying him, she was well within her rights to do so. He would endure until she came to him.

"Absolutely." Helen grinned wickedly and then walked out of his arms to leave her tower leaving John behind her. She knew he was simmering, his blood boiling, just as hers was. Later would be time enough to have him, right now there were more important things to take care of.

HELEN'S OFFICE:

Helen stood by one of the windows intensely aware of John behind her. Ashley was sitting on the couch tapping her hand on her thigh. They were waiting for Chase to show, she had been absent since the scene in her office earlier. She heard John take a step closer to her, still far enough away, but close enough to whisper, "What do you think she is up to?" Helen had to contain the urge to shiver.

"Sorry I'm late, I was… busy." Chase said as she breezed through the door, and then she froze at the stares she was being given.

"What happened to you?" Ashley asked as she rose from the couch. She looked her sister up and down, from the toe of her boots, the leather pants, the black tank top, and then to Chase's hair which at the moment was fire orange and streaked with black stripes. She looked as if she was a human version of her tiger cousins.

"Do I have something on my face?" Chase asked and opened her arms. She knew how she must look, the claws and the teeth, but there had to be something else to draw the stares.

"Oh, my, you look like your Tiger cousins." John smiled and watched as Chase flexed her fingers and then hiding her hands behind her back until the claws could go away. He could see the beast in her eyes. His daughter had let loose her inner monster. She would be the perfect hunter if she lost her conscience.

"Chase what happened to you since this morning?" Helen asked and did as the other two had done; she looked her younger daughter up and down noting the differences.

"I was… trying something. I wanted to see what I could gain from releasing my… inner tiger, so to speak. And I don't know how to cage it again, but for the first time in my life, I feel whole, complete." Chase spoke and it was the truth. She had never felt like this, never. And thanks to Henry she knew that feeling now.

"If you faced Dana, could you control yourself?" Helen asked and stood in front of Chase.

"I could keep from killing her, scaring her is another matter though." Chase answered and ran her tongue over her teeth and newly grown out canines.

Helen nodded and then walked behind her desk where she brought up a view of New City with a red dot that was blinking. She had had one of her contacts get close enough to Whitcomb to put a Satellite tracker on her. Now was the time to finish things between the Cabal and the Sanctuary network, "We are going to go after Dana Whitcomb."

There was silence around her, and she knew there would be. When she looked up her gaze fixed on John first, his eyes had gone dark, deadly. It was how he had looked when she had shot him back in London. Ashley had moved closer to her father and wore a look that was a mixture of confusion and anger. She more than anyone wanted to see Dana punished. Then Helen looked at Chase, her animal features highlighted by the red glow of the sinking sun. Chase wore a hungry look; she looked as if she wanted to hunt. The malicious grin she saw on Chase's face scared Helen, it was too much like her father, when he had been the Ripper.

"How are we going to capture her?" Ashley asked, she wore a mask, but Helen knew she was troubled.

"We box her in," Helen answered and turned the computer monitor, "Ashley, you teleport here, Chase then you will cut off her retreat. Then I and your father will teleport in." Helen pointed to the designated spots where they needed to be. Ashley nodded, Chase growled, and John took Helen's hand.

"When do we leave?" Chase asked studying the satellite display.

"Right now." Helen said and looked from Ashley to Chase and back to Ashley. Both of her daughters appeared ready for what was to come.

NEW CITY STREET:

Dana looked around. She knew the sanctuary was just on the other side of the bridge, it was bold being so close, but she had to glimpse Chase, she had to see if Chase as battle ready. Ashley had failed, but Chase was still the wild card. But there was something following Dana, she was now the hunted and she hated the feeling. Taking a deep breath Dana slipped down a side street and stopped. Ashley Magnus stood at the end and she had a gun in her hand, "Miss me Dana?"

Dana turned to leave and ran right into Chase, "Hi, Dana." She wagged her finger at Dana and made a tsking sound. She pulled away and tried to escape down the ally but there was Druitt and Magnus.

Chase growled and stepped closer to Dana, she could smell the fear lacing the air. It was sickly sweet and Chase craved more, she wanted Dana terrified, horror singing through her blood, "Poor lost Dana, so scared, so frightened. Today is the day you're gonna die Dana." Chase growled again.

"Now, now Chase, do try to be polite." John said, deadly intent ringing in his voice.

"How about we hunt her, take to her to the jungle, let her run for her life, and just when she thinks she's safe, one of us gets her." Chase chuckled, anger and evil spilling into her tone as she took another step closer to Dana.

"Chase?" Helen asked. She could see the blood lust in her daughter's eyes and she felt fear slither up her spine. Not only was the fear for Dana but the fear was for chase. There was no telling what she would do now that her beast was free.

"I'm just having a little fun with her, getting her afraid, terrified, and generally scared." Chase smiled a wicked grin and hinted at the canines that were deadly.

"Chase stop…" Helen tried, but Chase's hand shot out and it wrapped around Dana's neck, her claws sinking into the tender flesh. Helen felt her fear spike, fear of her daughter. Never had she seen Chase like this.

Chase pulled Dana close and growled, "With a flick of my wrist I could break your neck," Dana's answer was the slights gasping of air. She could speak she couldn't do anything that resembled talking, "I would love nothing more than to kill you. Do you believe me?" Chase loosened her hold slightly so Dana could gasp out her answer.

"Yes," Dana gasped out.

Chase growled again and dropped Dana. She backed away and tried to control her breathing and her beast. Another growl rumbled low in her chest as chase brought her right hand to her mouth, the blood coating her claws. The minute Dana's blood touched her tongue she would not be able to be called off the hunt, she a hunt occur.

John walked close to his daughter and put his hand on her shoulder. Looking into her eyes he could see how far the beast had taken over. What he saw terrified him. She looked at him, and what little of his daughter remained said, "I'm sorry," it was slight whisper before her claws sank into his arm tearing deep gashes through his leather coat, the shirt, and his skin. John was sure her claws had scraped the top layer of his bone as well. Chase broke away from him and headed to Dana. Chase teleported away with a frightened Dana in her grasp leaving Ashley, Helen, and John behind.

Chase opened her eyes and roared this was where she belonged, the jungle. It called to the wild blood that flowed through her now, and it called for her to hunt Dana, the woman who started the strife in her family and mutilated not only her but her sister. Vengeance would be hers. She looked down at Dana felt calm, blood lust, calm fall over her. The ensuing hunt would do much to quell her desire.

"I would run if I was you Dana."

"You're just going to kill me, why should I make it fun for you?" She coughed and rose to her feet to stare defiantly at Chase.

"I'll give you to the count of thirty and I promise not to teleport. I was going to hunt you the old fashioned way. Your fear lacing the air, I want to hunt you by running, tracking, and scenting. So run as far and as fast as you can." Chase's voice was barely human, the animal had taken over, and it would continue to take over until Dana Whitcomb was dead.

Dana sensed the truth in Chase's words. She had hoped that he programming would come online as soon as Chase laid eyes on her again, but apparently the feline in chase had eradicated all remnants of her programming. What a shame, she would have been a great asset to the Cabal. If she could hold out long enough for the others to find them, her family would stop her and Dana could disappear, but that was provided she could survive the predator standing in front of her. Chase roared and Dana cringed, then she ran for her life.

Chase watched Dana as she ran. Pleasure washed through her as her feline hunger for blood flooded her brain. She wanted this, wanted to feel Dana's blood coat her hands as her life slowly slipped out of her. Chase moved foreword then, her steps measured and her hearing trained on the thundering sound of underbrush being rustled. Twigs snapped and more leaves rustled. Dana would be easy to track if she continued like this. Chase used her skills as a hunter and slipped quietly through the brush to track Dana. Every so often she would left loose a roar or circle wide around her prey and break a branch. With every move she took Chase could smell Dana's fear growing and it was a potent scent, she wanted more and Chase would get more before Dana was dead.

Back in new City John howled in pain as Helen probed his wound that Chase had given him. She was none to gentle about it, or it could be that his daughter had severed all the layers of skin, clear down to the bone, "Be careful." He shouted. Helen deliberately jarred his arm in retaliation.

"I did not do this to you, do not snap at me." Helen growled, her anger rising with every minute.

"Mom, what are we gonna do? How are we going to find her?" Ashley asked and looked out for people who would see them, or come to investigate the pain filled howls of her father.

"Helen, stop…"

"I need to tend your wound."

"Damnit woman stop!" John shouted and then howled in pain again when Helen gripped his wound.

"I told you not to snap at me."

"Ashley, take this, and find your sister. Stop her if you have to." John pulled off the ring he wore and held it out to his daughter, "You will need to incapacitate her. She won't be called off the hunt quietly. Be aware you may have to shoot her." John gritted his teeth, but his endorphins were kicking in dulling the pain for a shot amount of time. Ashley moved to take the ring from him when he grabbed her hand and slid the ring on one of her fingers. John then pulled her close to him and whispered, "Be careful."

Ashley backed away and felt Chase's mind on the edge of her consciousness, "How can I tell where she is at?"

"Focus on Chase, on her hate, and try and see what she see's." John said and watched as surprise flickered over Ashley's face before she teleported away.

"I'm sorry about your arm," Helen said as she came up to his side. She cupped his cheek and smiled before she placed a small kiss to his lips.

"To Sanctuary?" John smiled, a bit on the euphoric side due to the endorphins flooding his system.

"Yes, so I can patch you up." Helen wrapped her arm around his waist and waited for John to teleport them back home. She only hoped Ashley could stop her sister.

Ashley teleported to a small clearing and stilled her body to listen for signs of a hunt. When she heard rustling and snapping branches, she was off at a dead run. Hopefully she would find Chase and Dana.

Chase hid in the underbrush, her sights set on Dana who was leaned against a tree panting for breath. She had been playing with her, but now was the time for her to take care of business and protect her family from the Cabal. Moving back slowly Chase circled around and popped up in front of Dana causing her to fall back and get more dirt and leaves on her. She stalked closer and another deadly growl rumbled in her chest. This was the woman who nearly tore her family apart, for that her death was a sure thing, and it would be dealt out by Chase. She was the strong one, the only one capable of killing Dana and not feel sorry about it.

"I told you, you were going to die today Dana." Chase glowered.

"You don't have to do this, we fix you if you…" Dana pleaded, hoping to appeal to the human side of Chase.

"No! I am who I am!" Chase shouted and raised her clawed hand, her intent to strike.

"Chase! Stop!" Ashley shouted. Chase looked up and froze.

"Go home," Chase growled," She's mine."

"Chase there is a better way, you can't kill her." Ashley pleaded but put her hand over her gun just incase. She could feel the anger, rage, and pain floating through her sister. There was o much hate that it was clogging Ashley's mind and she might not do what needed to be done to contain her sister and the monster she had turned into. Ashley removed the ring and shoved it back into her pocket. She felt better not being choked by all of Chase's hate.

Chase turned away from Dana and faced Ashley. Her sister didn't understand what she was doing; Chase had to kill Dana, to contain the threat to the family. She was the only one strong enough to do it. If she had to fight Ashley then Chase would take her sister on, if only it meant she could kill Dana her own way.

"Go home…"

"No, we can go home together. Let mom deal with her." Ashley steadied her hand over her weapon and she knew Chase had noticed. She heard a growl leak through chase's lips and instant before she tried to rush Ashley. Pure instinct had Ashley pulling her weapon and firing to shots into chase's chest. They were not killing shots, just in the right place to incapacitate her, nothing more.

Ashley had enough time to turn ad face Dana, who had come up behind her. It looked to Ashley, as she would tell her mother later, that Dana had a gun. Ashley removed her knife and shoved it between Dana's third and fourth ribs, where he twisted and pierced her heart. Dana Whitcomb was dead before she even hit the jungle floor.

Ashley crouched down over her sister and noticed that her hair had gone back to brown and the deadly claws had receded into nails once again. She only hoped that her eyes were the same clear crystal blue that they used to be. Ashley cupped the back of Chase's neck and teleported the home.

Helen had just finished the last of John stitches. He hadn't growled or cried out in pain, but she still felt a little uneasy about shoving her fingers into his wound when they had been in the ally. Slowly she wrapped the gauze around his arm and made sure it was tight but not too tight as to cut off circulation. Every so often he would flinch, but no cries of pain, "There you are, all done."

John sighed and made a fist with his left hand. The muscles tensed and pain ricocheted up his arm and back down, "Thank you," John whispered and leaned his head back to touch the pillow's. It would be a few days before the wound was fully closed and the stitches could be removed. Before Helen could move away he reached out to her with his right hand and gripped hers. He pulled her down so she was sitting beside him. Helen leaned over him and kissed him softly.

"Mom…"

Helen pulled back to look at Ashley and saw that she was crouch be the unconscious form of her sister. She was off the gurney and to Chase's side in a flash. Helen checked vitals, pulse, and heart rate. Everything was with in the norms, well as normal as Chase could be, "Ashley, did you have to shoot her?"

"I tranqued her mom, there is a difference. I already killed my sister once, I wasn't so eager to do it again." Ashley said and moved out of her mother's way and over to her father where she handed him back his ring, his one link to Chase. She knew he needed it back.

"Did she...?" John started to ask.

"No, she didn't. I did." Ashley whispered and lowered her head. If her mother asked she would tell her that Dana rushed her and something else. Ashley had yet to put all the pieces together yet. Mainly she had been worried about Chase, and the monster she saw in her sisters eyes. For a second she thought about using bullets on Chase, but that was only for a moment. Ashley only hoped that when Chase woke up she wouldn't remember a thing.