"Vincent!"

Vincent snapped his head up. He was sitting on the floor of the shower, dripping wet. JT was standing over him. He had no memory of passing out in the shower, or even closing his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

Vincent shook his head. "I…I fell asleep."

"That's a first." JT said, passing him a towel.

"No kidding." Vincent said. He ran his hand through is soaking hair. "How's Cat?"

"Better. Her BP's up, pulse is steady, but it looks like she needs another infusion." JT explained.

Vincent dried his hair with the towel and stood up. "That's gonna be a problem. Tess can't donate again and-"

"Yeah they both left about twenty minutes ago. Buy us time." JT replied.

"Great. We need the time, but we need them to." Vincent said. He followed JT out of the room. His jeans dragged across the floor, dragging down and leaving a trail of water behind him.

JT shrugged. "I could donate."

Vincent shook his head. "No way."

"Why not?"

"One, the last time a needle came near you, without you using on me, you passed out. Two, if anything happens, I need you conscious." He explained.

"Okay, then what do you suggest we do?" JT asked.

Vincent sighed heavily. "I'm gonna have to donate."

"Uh hell no!" JT snapped. "I know you got your head smashed up four hours ago, but I wasn't aware it caused brain trauma!"

"JT, it's the only way. If something happens to me, you're the only I trust to keep them safe." He explained.

"I get it, but we have no idea what untreated blood-your untreated blood-is going to do to her." JT replied.

"You don't think I know that? The last thing I want right now is to cause another problem for her, especially since my last attempt to fix this was my biggest mistake since I left." Vincent said. "Believe me, if we had time I'd be thinking of another way, but Cat doesn't have the time and I'm out of ideas JT."

JT shook his head. "I think this is a bad idea."

"Yeah well, if memory serves, you're usually right about it." Vincent answered. He walked to the dresser and grabbed a fresh shirt and pants. He changed quickly and walked to the table where Cat still lay. She was still unconscious and pale, but her heart beat was stronger than the last time he'd heard. The blood had been clean from her face and body. He grabbed a nearby chair and took a seat beside her.

JT walked to the table. "You sure about this?"

"No, but at least we have some idea what we're getting into this time." Vincent replied.

JT tied Vincent's arm and slipped the needle beneath the vein. Vincent stiffened as the blood began seeping into the bag. He looked up at the quarter full bag. At the rate she was taking in blood, she may only need a small part of his. In small doses, perhaps it wouldn't do anything to her at all.

JT pushed the computer cart beside Vincent. He opened his laptop to a webcam. "Here, keep yourself busy."

"With what?"

"Your story." He answered. "While you and Cat duked it out in the office, I hacked their system and got all the data Muirfield had on the original and reestablished Super Soldier project. With that data, your testimony, DNA, Johnson, and the serum Cat stole from the dart, we can burry Muirfield."

"JT it's not gonna change anything that-"

"It'll give you a fair chance out there." JT explained. "I'm not stupid, Vincent. I know the safe haven isn't enough for you guys. When you guys leave, you're gone for good. Out there somewhere I'm not going to know about. But if the world knows, you may get some support."

"This is crazy." Vincent said.

"Yeah, but not as crazy as some of your ideas." JT replied. He walked toward the stairs. "I'm going down to check on Jamie."

Vincent sighed as JT walked downstairs. Tell his story? How the hell was he going to do that? More so, who the hell would give him support after everything he'd done. JT had, yeah, but they'd been friends before Muirfield. Cat had because of her mother and god knows why else. Tess and Evan simply kept quiet for Cat's sake. That wasn't a lot of promising results for him. He looked at Cat lying beside him. She'd trusted him for six years and this was what had happened to her. He couldn't let anyone else make the same choice. He had to warn them. Vincent cleared his throat and pressed record.

"My name is Vincent Keller. I was born at New York Hospital in Queens and according to the US Army; I died in Afghanistan in two thousand three." He began. "I was interning at Manhattan General on nine eleven. I lost both brothers when the towers fell. I joined the Army and was selected for a Special Forces Squad. Along with thirteen other soldiers, we were injected with a serum to make us stronger, faster, better.

"Headed up by Muirfield's top minds in the department was a brilliant Doctor; Vanessa Chandler. They created the serum to help end the war and save lives, but they were pushed into the corner by the Army. They tested the serum on us and at first, everything seemed fine. Then slowly we became show unexpected side effects. Blackouts, amnesia, fugue states. Whenever our adrenaline kicked in, we would lose control and…become these monsters, unable to stop ourselves. We became the real threat. Under the order of Colonel Johnson, the project was shut down and everyone was deemed a liability; doctors and soldiers.

"The soldier's I'd trained with, my friends, they were all killed before Doctor Chandler could fix the side effects. Doctor Chandler was killed by two Muirfield agents in front of her daughter, in the states in two thousand and three, not long after returning from Afghanistan. As far as I know, I'm the only survivor, but not for their lack of trying. I've spent the past fifteen years hiding from Muirfield, trying to survive. Pretending to be dead, keeping myself off their radar. But they've tried again and again to bring me in. They poisoned an entire apartment complex full of children just to get me." Vincent paused. "Two months ago I came back to New York and learned that I had a son who inherited my altered DNA. He's four years old and has more control than I ever could have. Muirfield tried to get to me by poisoning him and his mother and at least twenty other people.

"I've killed people. I can't deny that. I know I'm dangerous and I wish that there was a way to take this curse and do something good with it, but…there's not. I attacked my son and his mother today because of what I am. I know I'm a monster and there's no changing that, but I know that my son didn't ask for this. He had a normal life until Muirfield came after him. And Muirfield won't stop until they've killed us, or taken us in."

Vincent lowered his head. "I joined to serve my country and protect the people that I love." He lifted his head. "Now I'm running from the country I served to protect the people I love. I don't know why this is happened or when this is going to end, but…maybe if people knew about what happened, it could change?" he reached out and stopped the recording. He sighed heavily. He moved the mouse over the clip and rick clicked it. His finger hung over the 'delete' button. But something stopped him. Maybe JT was right. The more they knew the more support they would have. The higher their chances were to bring down Muirfield. He saved the video and closed the computer.

Vincent looked up at the blood bag. It was empty, his was plenty full. He removed the needle from his arm and connected the bag to Cat's line. He hung the bag and dressed his elbow. Time would tell.

JT came running up the stairs. "Dude, you need to talk to Jamie."

Vincent frowned. "Why what happened?"

"He…he uh…he's having a tantrum out back."

"What?"

"He woke up and immediately freaked out." JT explained.

Vincent jumped from his seat. "Please tell me he did not just fugue out."

JT shook his head. "Oh no, he has complete control. That's the scary part."

"Stay with Catherine." He said. He jogged down through the gate and jumped the stairs. He ran out to the back of the warehouse where Jamie was. Jamie and transformed and was throwing junk around the lot. Vincent watched as Jamie hurled a rusty oil drum into a car. The boy was screaming as he raged around.

Vincent shook his head. "JAMIE!"

Jamie turned. Vincent marched out toward his son. Jamie charged. Vincent brought his arm up and blocked Jamie's attack. He grabbed his son's arm and turned him around, pinning Jamie's back against his own chest. Vincent wrapped his arms around Jamie's middle and held him tight. Jamie struggled against Vincent's grasp, but Vincent held tight. Jamie screamed and thrashed, but Vincent held on. Jamie slowly started shifting back. His screams turned into sobs as Vincent held him. Vincent turned Jamie toward him and wrapped his arms around his son. Jamie wrapped his arms around Vincent's neck and sobbed against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Jamie. I never meant to hurt you and your mom." He whispered. Vincent slowly rose to his feet, lifting Jamie with him. He walked back into the warehouse.

Jamie shifted in his arms. Vincent set Jamie on the floor and knelt in front of him. Jamie wiped his eyes and stared at him. Vincent could see the anger in his son's eyes looking at him. "Why did you hurt mommy?"

Vincent slowly lowered his eyes. "Jamie-"

"She said you saved people, but you hurt her!" he yelled.

Vincent winced.

"Why?"

He looked at his son. "Because you're different from me, Jamie. When I change, I don't have control, like you do. I don't know how to stop myself. But you do."

Jamie's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

Vincent sighed. "When…when I first started changing, I couldn't stop it. It happened every time I got mad or my heart starting beating fast. I didn't know what I was doing or who I was hurting. But whenever I changed around your mom, I managed to change back. She kept me calm enough to bring me back."

"Then why did you hurt her?"

"Because I couldn't stop myself." Vincent replied. "Before she found me, I was injected with some kind of drug. I lost complete control of what I was doing. And it wasn't until she shot at me that I realized what I'd done. Jamie, hurting you and your mother is something I've always been afraid of. It's why I tried to keep my distance."

Jamie was quiet for a moment. "Is mommy going to be okay?"

Vincent opened his mouth to talk, but he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up as JT came rushing down. "She's awake."

Vincent picked up Jamie and ran up the stairs. Vincent stopped at the top and set Jamie down. Jamie ran to the table and climbed up onto the chair. JT held him back, to keep him from hugging Catherine. Vincent could only stare at her. She smiled at Jamie and reached up to touch his face. Her bound arm lay beside her body. She looked so frail lying on the table. It killed him knowing he'd done this to her. She turned her head toward him and smiled. Vincent slowly walked to her side. His fingers hovered over hers.

"Cat I'm-"

"I know." She whispered, giving him a smile. "You saved me again."

Vincent gave a small laugh at their personal joke. "I had help this time."

"Well every good doctor needs help once in a while." She replied.

Vincent smiled and lowered his head. He couldn't bear to see her like this, because of him. In the background he heard her cell ring. JT left to retrieve her phone. Vincent felt the cold touch of her fingertips run over his scar. He leaned into her touch, like he had so many times before, relishing in the feel.

"Vincent." She said.

Vincent brought his gaze to hers.

"It wasn't your fault." She said.

Vincent closed his eyes and brought his hand over hers. Behind his lids he felt his tears threaten to fall.

"Dammit." JT muttered.

Vincent took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "What?"

JT turned. "We're out of time. Cops are on their way here."

"Guess Tess bought us as much time as she could." Cat said. She pushed herself up onto her elbows.

"Catherine you cannot be moved after what just happened." Vincent replied.

Cat looked up at him. "You want to be here when the cops tear through this place?"

Vincent stared at her. He knew she'd go even if he told her not to. It was who she was. Stubborn to the end, just to protect him. He sighed and turned to JT. "JT?"

"Car's already loaded and waiting." He answered. "We just need to clear the back for her."

Vincent nodded. "Do it. Jamie, I need you to get the pillows and blankets from the bed and put them into the very back of the car for mom, you understand?"

Jamie nodded and hopped off the chair.

"If we're doing this, we do this right. I'm not taking any chances." Vincent said. He disconnected the blood and IV lines from Catherin and quickly dressed the sites. He handed her a button up shirt.

"Fair enough." Catherine replied. She slipped the shirt around her arms.

Vincent walked around the table and eased her upright. He looked down at Cat. "You ready?"

Cat nodded.

Vincent carefully slid one arm beneath her legs. With his arm around her back and slowly lifted her from the table. Catherine groaned, but did nothing to stop him. Vincent walked from the table toward the door. Jamie was in front of him, dragging the blankets behind him down the stair. They walked through the back hall to a section Cat didn't recognize. A silver SUV was parked beside JT's car. JT was shifting things into the back seat, clearing room for the pillows and blankets. Jamie ran up behind JT and set them on the floor of the car. JT quickly set up the back for Catherine.

"Alright, you're all loaded up. You got food and water for a few days and enough cash to get you settled somewhere." JT explained.

"How'd you manage that so fast?" Vincent asked. He carefully set Cat down and helped her lay back.

"Cat did, actually." JT answered.

Vincent looked down at Cat.

"Figured it wouldn't hurt to have a backup plan." She answered.

Vincent smirked and drew the blanket to her waist. He climbed out and turned to JT. "I owe you man."

"The second Muirfield's down and you're out of hiding, I plan on collecting." JT replied. He gave Vincent a hearty pat on the back.

Vincent nodded. "I'll be ready."

JT looked to Catherine. "Take care of him, Cat."

"Plan on it, JT." She said.

"Alright, get going before the cops show." JT ordered. "Good luck!"

Vincent closed the back of the car and ran to the front. He turned the key and started the engine. He looked into the back at Jamie. The boy was belted behind him, looking scared. Vincent took a deep breath and reached behind him. He grabbed Jamie's knee and gently squeezed it. He stepped on the gas and sped out of the warehouse. He could hear JT in the car behind them, following them out. Vincent felt his heart hammer in his chest, Adrenaline flooded his body. Vincent griped the steering wheel, his fingers shifting slightly. He took a deep breath as his fingers reverted back. He steered them toward the highway. In the distance, Vincent could hear the police sirens coming in.

and now my dear readers who have been my greatest support since posting this...i bring terrible news. the next chapter is the FINAL chapter. so get your tears out now while you can. the next and last update with be up in a few days. BUT I PROMISE A HAPPY ENDING!