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(Thanks for the fan-tabulous reveiws! I swear I'll try to make the chapters better as I go!)

Pam pulled away from Jason's embrace.

"So, who is Heather?"

Jason sighed shoving his hands in the tattered pockets of his jeans.

"Well, she's the best Hollywood assistant you could ask for, and most recently Freddy's 'Bitch', as he puts it.

Pam's nose wrinkled at the term.

Jason nodded.

"I know. Freddy's an ass. That's why we have to help Heather...She deserves better."

Pam nodded.

She knew all about asses.

Elias, for example...George Lynch.

Elias, that bastard, had done her, got her pregnant and then, after finding out about Jason, turned tail and ran.

Pam ungrit her teeth, which were clenched painfully closed.

"When will they be here?" Pam asked gazing out over the lake, but only seeing red.

The sound of tires sqealing to a halt, alerted Pam that they were there now.

"GET IN NOW!" Robert ordered from the driver's side door.

The Voorhees crowded in.

Pinhead was squirming in the passenger seat.

"Robert?! Hurry!!! I don't want to give Freddy the chance to do anything else to her!"

Robert's foot hit the floor, and the car lurched forward.

Jason was thinking hard...lost in thought, things were getting clearer.

"So, Elliot, is there something your not telling us? Perphaps,...."

"We're almost there. Robert can't you make this piece of shit go any faster?"

Jason looked at Pam.

"How do you feel about Heather, and when did you start feeling that way?...When she was your assistant?"

"Why can't time go faster, damn it!" Pinhead growled.

Jason probed deeper.

"Is it because you don't want anyone to know...Whatever your hiding about her?"

Pinhead turned in his seat quickly, startling Jason.

He exhaled sharply and turned to face the front again.

He was strangely silent.

When he first began to speak no one could understand, Jason leaned forward, now able to catch the murmered words that were coming out in a rush.

"It was during the 2006 remake of Hellraiser...Doug once again, requested I help him 'get back into character'...One day when me and Doug were rehearsing, Clive interupted to tell Doug and I, that we would have an intern assistant,...Heather."

Jason listened for him to continue.

Pinhead drew in his breath, sighed thoughtfully and started again.

"She was sixteen then...Hardly interested in getting Doug his script, let alone, starting a romance with a man umpteen decades older than herself...."

Robert cut in.

"Dear god, your in love with her?! Now it's not just Krueger I'll have to watch out for..."

Robert watched intently as the streets rolled by.

Birch?

That meant they were close.

Pinhead continued evenly.

"I tried to fight it. I refused to think of her as anything close to how I perceived myself to be, perfect, absolutly flawless...So I sat myself up behind a false show of superiority, and resorted to ordering everyone about. As far I could tell...she could see through it. She didn't like what she saw."

Jason nodded knowingly.

Heather used to talk about Elliot all the time...thought he was the greatest, thought the world of him.

How she ended up with Krueger, he'd never know.

"To simplify things, I already had Angelique, and after Heather came along...things got steadily worse between us. She accused me of a lot of untrue things...Not caring enough for her, 'Screwing off ' behind her back..."

Pinhead rolled his eyes at the choice of words used to descibe 'infedelity'.

"When Angelique left me, I knew then that my heart was Heather's...Completely. That's why I try to protect her from these sort of situations...And seeing her again as Frederick's assistant only made me want her more...I'm sicker than I thought."

The car halted abruptly.

The guys started to get out.

Pam stopped them all with one sentence.

"She was brutally raped, remember?"

The men sat back down.

If it was one thing they didn't want, it was that particular mental image.

Pam grabbed the clothes she'd carefully folded, tucking them under her arm.

She gripped the handel of the door, opening it cautiously, and stepping noiselessly onto the lawn of 1428 Elm Street.

The big red Chevy was intimidating, but Pam made her way to it determined to help the girl inside.

She was standing in front of the door to soon.

She calmed her nerves and opened the door, gasping at the bruised and bloodied teenager in the seat.

The girl looked up at her and uttered the words:

"Please help me..."

Pam felt sick with rage.

Whoever did this would pay...This Freddy character was going down.

She'd make sure of that.

She turned her attention to the trembling girl.

"I'm Pam Voorhees, and I'm here to help you...Take these and put them on. I'm not sure they're your size...your a lot smaller than I thought...At any rate get dressed and we can talk if you want."

Heather nodded toward her bonds.

Pam focused her blind fury on the handcuffs first.

Easily broken.

The ropes she untied quickly.

Heather sat up and plucked the remains of her under garments from the dashboard.

Pam respectful turned around so that Heather could get dressed in peace.

Five minutes passed and finally Heather emerged from the truck, badly shaken.

Pam put her arm around Heather's shoulder to steady her.

"What happened?"

Behind the Elm tree in the front yard Heather began her story, and Pam listened smypathetically.

Heather was sobbing by the time she was done.

Pam was furious again, and she hadn't been to anger management recently.

"Why?!" Heather shrieked sadly, catching Pam off guard.

"What?" Pam asked quietly.