Six years later.

Jade Henderson sat in Dr Ranbir Sartain's office, for what felt like the hundredth time. She'd been there so often over the last 3 years; it'd started to feel like a second home. She liked and respected the doctor understanding he had to do his job, but right then her heart was aching and she was getting seriously frustrated.

"I'm telling you," she looked the doctor straight in the eyes. "I have to do this. Tell him. I have to. When he gets transferred to the Maximum Security Unit tomorrow, my chances of getting even close to him are next to nothing and you know that as well as I do."

Sartain sighed and looked at her with a sad smile. They knew each other very well now, having met countless times. "Not to mention the fact your damn security clowns haven't let me any closer to him than from behind a fucking yellow line, with him chained to a block of concrete! I haven't been allowed to so much as fucking touch his arm!"

"For your own safety," Sartain said gently. He understood her frustration, she was sure of it. As Michael's doctor, he was the only one who was allowed across the yellow line of Michael's warning zone. Jade hadn't been able to cross it, even with him. "I know how you feel for Michael," Ranbir continued. "Believe me, I understand. But as you know, since he's never spoken, he's impossible to read and we have no idea how he'd react if you were close to him."

Grab me and kiss me to death would be nice, Jade thought and felt herself blush. Best way to die I could ever ask for. "Safety?" She stared at the doctor, anger in her eyes. "Are you fucking serious? I've been taking time off work as often as I can just to be close to him and you still fear for my so called safety? Give me strength! He didn't hurt me that night, I was at his damn mercy! What the fuck?"

"I know Jade," Sartain said and she was shocked at how gentle his voice was. "You're in his case file. Why do you think you've been allowed as close as you have so often? But I really don't want to be at fault if something were to happen to you."

At last she sighed and looked at him. "Thanks," she said quietly, meaning it. "I really appreciate that, Ranbir. I can't sue you if I'm dead though," she managed a faint smile. "But I have to do this. If only once! I have to!"

He looked at her for a second, then softly spoke. "Jade, will you tell me what happened that night? Face to face with Michael 3 years ago? I don't believe you've ever talked about it?"

She shook her head. "First of all," she said quietly. "No one would believe me. People say looking in to Michael's eyes is looking in to the abyss. Correct. His gaze so blank, cold, emotionless. People had already started to fear him, but," she sighed again. "I was drawn to him by something which even now, I don't understand."

"Will you tell me?" Sartain asked gently again. "Off the record, I promise." To prove it, he closed Michael's heavy file.

Jade looked at the doctor for a long time, the man who'd almost become a friend. In their own ways, they both cared for the killer. Eventually, she took a deep breath and held his gaze.

…

Jade headed in to her small house. Small but it was home. Eating her favourite meal and having 2 glasses of wine, she once again poured over the paperwork her adoption father Steve had leant her. It was all about Michael Myers. She'd been, for want of a better word obsessed with the masked killer since she was 16, 2 years ago. She'd seen him kill, but had managed to run off before he could kill her. His silence, lack of mercy, had Jade wanting to know him on a personal level, knowing it would never happen.

She'd written a letter to the masked murderer, telling him how she felt for him, that she was in love with him. But she knew he'd never read it. She had it in her pocket right now. It was her only comfort, as crazy as that was.

She'd just headed for the stairs to try and get some sleep, when she heard the hammering on her door. It sounded as if someone was trying to break in. She opened it and heard the soft, calm breathing right in front of her. She looked up and wasn't sure if she was going to scream or cry.

Standing outside her front door, was Michael Myers. His blank gaze looking straight at her, lifting a bloodstained knife in her direction.

Jade could only stare in to the killer's eyes, knowing she was definitely dead. She was desperate to tell him. She never thought this would happen. Ever. She never suspected in a million years he'd come here. She knew he drove cars, but this was a long way to go.

Her hand badly shaking, she held out her letter, still hardly able to believe this was real. To her total shock, the killer took it and started to read. The letter told him her name, how she'd been in love with him for years but didn't know why, that she was drawn to him and simply wanted to be close to him if only once. Even when he killed her in the end, which she knew he would. How she knew everything about him and begged him to give her just a second with him when she was alive. How she would do whatever he asked to prove she was for real. But it was the last line she almost dreaded him reading.

Before you kill me, please kiss me? Just once and allow me to see your face?

Myers pocketed her letter and stepped towards her. She met the killer's blank eyes and was breathing fast with fear. He stepped in to her hallway. The door slammed shut behind him.

He was looking straight at her. Her heart beating so fast she thought it would stop, she stepped forward, so she was right in front of the masked killer. There was silence, broken only by their breathing. Jade could hardly believe her eyes when a few seconds later, the killer removed his mask. He took one step and grabbed her by her hair, raising her head to meet his gaze. Despite his hold on her hair, she stepped closer, until she was actually touching him. His other hand took hold of her collar, in a tight grip. Any tighter he would strangle her to death. The other held her head up to his gaze. To her total and complete shock, he eventually pulled her tightly against him, before their lips met.

She was sure she was dreaming. It wasn't a brief kiss either. It was intense, unbreaking, as their mouths eventually parted and their tongues made gentle contact. She could feel desire shooting through her bloodstream, but tried as hard as she could to suppress it. But it became gradually more difficult, as the one kiss she'd longed for lasted a hell of a lot longer than she thought it would. She eventually pulled back, gasping for breath. God the man knew how to kiss as well as he knew how to kill! If not better.

Before she could stop herself, she'd leant back in to him and their lips had reconnected in just the same way as before. She expected him to push her back, but he didn't. If he's toying with me, she thought through the haze of need and longing for him in her head. Then I'll let him!

I just kissed Michael Myers! Shouted her mind! I. Just. Kissed. Michael. Myers. Death wish in capital letters! And I don't care.

Her legs had begun to shake with longing for him and without realising it, she'd dared to take the killer's arm for support and he hadn't pulled it away. Eventually, his arms both came tightly around her and she was pulled violently against his strong chest, before he had control of their kiss and his lips were hard, commanding. At the same time, his knife was against her throat, which she took as a warning not to move. Like she would!

"I love you Michael Myers," her voice was hardly there, she could hardly speak. "Please don't ask me why, because I don't know, but shit, you're all I can think of, all I dream of, all I want, all I am…"

Myers slammed her against the wall and she fully expected his knife to enter her neck any second, which was still against it. But not his lips to retake hers. What the? She couldn't think straight. How was this even happening? Was she really awake? One hand was holding her at knife point, while his other arm held her tightly against him as their mouths moved in a passionate dance Jade felt she'd known the steps of all her life and was just waiting for him to take her through them.

"Michael," she almost moaned eventually. "I can't…"

She had no idea what she was trying to say. Can't resist you? Can't go on without you? Can't let this happen? Can't stop now? Of course, the killer was silent, but his unreadable gaze was fixed on her. Raising a trembling hand, she gently touched his.

…

Sartain let out a long breath and looked at her, genuine care in his eyes.

"That was incredibly," he hesitated. "Brave? Stupid?"

She managed another small smile. "Yep, I know. I was just waiting for him to plunge his knife in to my throat, or tighten his grip and strangle me to death."

"But he didn't, did he?" Sartain said very softly.

"No," again, the tears fell. "But I have no idea why." This time, Sartain actually took her hand. "I don't know how I'm still here," Jade continued, her voice shaking. "Never mind sitting here right now, talking to his doctor."

Sartain gently squeezed her hand in his. "You obviously affected him. But like you say, it's impossible to know what he's thinking."

Jade nodded, taking a few moments to compose herself. Sartain didn't push her.

"I can't believe that was 3 years ago," she said quietly. "My heart's been longing for him for the last 5 and that encounter made it worse. It was just that one night, but damn. Put that on top of how I already felt for him and it made things even more complicated."

…

Jade hardly knew how it happened, but minutes later she was removing her trousers, as Myers violently pulled off her shirt and sliced open her bra, right there against the hard wall. He didn't lower his knife, but released her with one arm and she felt his hand surprisingly gently rest on her right breast, softly squeezing it. She felt her nipple harden immediately at his touch. His fingers rested on it, as if curious about the result of his actions. She briefly wondered how much if anything he knew about sex? Ok he never spoke, but Jade was sure Michael Myers was far from stupid as some people tried to paint him. Just because he was a killer, underestimating his intelligence could be a very dangerous mistake. He released her nipple and she felt his hand gently touch her through her underwear, before he pulled it aside and inserted a finger in to her, moving it around inside her. She felt her breathing grow heavier. Was this seriously happening? She almost couldn't believe it. Was this just a dream? He shoved her back against the wall with his knife arm, so she couldn't move at all. He undid the zip on his trousers and she drew in a sharp breath. Damn, she'd wanted this from the moment she'd known his name.

His arm finally came tightly around her as he stepped close. She wasn't sure if she was very brave, or very stupid, but she softly spoke.

"Michael," he paused when she spoke his name and looked straight at her. "If you're really going to make love to me, please put that knife down? Trust me, fighting you or moving are the last things I want to do. As you know, I've wanted this since I knew your name."

There was another pause, then his knife hit the floor, as both his arms came around her, holding her fast to him and the wall. Within seconds, she felt him sliding in to her, nudging her leg with his boot. She spread them as widely as she could. She couldn't stop herself moving against him and it seemed to her as if, just like their kiss, it was a dance she'd just been waiting for him to lead her through. She could hardly believe it when the killer raised one hand placing it against the back of her head, so it didn't make contact with the wall. His other arm held her to him and he didn't touch her further. This didn't surprise her; Michael Myers wasn't exactly known for gentleness or intimacy. But she didn't need him too. The feel of him inside her, their passionate kiss, meant it didn't take long for her to reach orgasm. She almost fell against him under its intensity, as she felt him too ejaculate inside her.

She slumped against him, gasping for breath and he didn't release her. On the contrary, he almost carried her up her stairs and to her bed, where he joined her, pulled her to him and proceeded to make love to her for a second time. His weight on top of her was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life.

Just maybe, she thought, as Myers entered her. Just maybe I've got something worth living for. If he stays, that is, or doesn't kill me.

Afterwards, he pulled her in to his arms, holding her close. She felt her head rest against his shoulder and he didn't push her back. She leant close to him and whispered 2 words.

"Please stay?"

…

"Did he?" Sartain asked. Jade nodded. "I could hardly believe it when I woke up the next morning, he was still there. We made love again and then he left, but he came back to me that night. Michael Myers took my virginity and it was the best I've ever felt in my life. I could hardly believe the killer was making love to me. A few days later, he was captured and brought here and I can't lie, I cried. Cried my eyes out for weeks. I still do sometimes."

"Thank you, Jade," Sartain said compassionately. She knew it was genuine. She could see the kindness in his eyes. It made her respect him even more. "I really, really appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me this, something you've never spoken of until now. We can't choose who we love," Sartain said softly. "I know that. Have you tried; you know…"?

"Moving on?" She laughed humourlessly. "No. I can't. As I said, it was Michael who took my virginity and I want him to take the rest of me. I love him Dr Sartain and that's never changed. I don't want any other man. I often wonder that day why he didn't kill me. But after he kissed me like that and made love to me, I knew I'd never be able to do so. You requested and moved to be assigned to Michael, I take this 3 hour drive as often as I can because I love him."

Sartain didn't speak for a few minutes and she could see he was thinking hard. "The only reason I'm even considering this," he said after a long pause. "Is because yes you have been here often over the last 5 years and because of what you've just told me. But you need to work with me Jade. If I do this, it goes against every rule in the book, as it compromises your safety. I know I know, but he's still Michael Myers. We can take no risks."

They looked at each other intently.

"I can't thank you enough for this Dr Sartain," Jade said very quietly to him. "I know what you're risking and I am eternally grateful to you. Just one question, has he ever communicated in any way at all?"

"Sometimes he'll write if he feels he needs to, but it's rare. In the office is an electronic notepad," he showed her the one on his desk. "If he writes on it, it'll appear on my computer screen. The one here appears on the screen built in to the glass. But I prefer to speak, of course. But don't worry, there's a private notepad and pen there too, if he chooses to write just to you." You see that glass wall there?" Sartain pointed. "That's a secure office. The patient is in there, I'm here. We talk through an intercom. Michael's been there countless times over the years."

Jade glanced at the huge couch and door leading to a bathroom on the patient's side of the glass. It was thick and ran from floor to ceiling.

"The only time limit we have," Sartain continued. "Is when Michael is transferred at 07:00 tomorrow morning. I must be mad, but I am willing to put you both there in the same room. I have a panic alarm button under my desk, so if I detect you are in any trouble, I can have guards there in seconds. There's a place outside the room door where they stand, taking patrols as long as the room is occupied."

Jade held his gaze, her heart speeding up. "They can't see what's going on inside, only I can. But I can call them in seconds. If things…" He paused. "Progress the way you've mentioned before, I will of course look away. But otherwise, I can see you both at all times. I will make notes and if necessary speak. Anything I say to you and Michael stays in that room, patient confidentiality. Are we clear and do you agree with these conditions?"

Jade nodded. She didn't have to think about it. Anything to be close to Michael, she'd take in a second.

There was a pause.

"Let's do this before I change my mind. This is crazy! I'll call a guard to escort you in to the room the other side of this glass and then we'll bring him in. Ok?"

She nodded, feeling butterflies shooting up in her stomach. A guard arrived and led her from the room. She wasn't surprised to find her legs were shaking. She was almost waiting for someone to tell her she'd dreamed the whole thing.

Within minutes, she heard the door open and Michael stepped through. The 2 guards with him removed his chains, giving Jade incredulous looks, clearly wondering if she had a death wish. Right then, so was she.

"Michael," Jade just managed to whisper, tears in her eyes, as she met his blank gaze. "I've missed you so much," Jade spoke softly. "Oh, Michael I've missed you so much it's breaking my heart! That night won't leave my mind and I can't let go. I've tried, but you own part of me I can't and don't want to get back. It's been you even before then and it's still you now. I'm still the Jade Henderson I was that night. Your Jade Henderson. I love you Michael, always have, always will. I can't love anyone else but you, I'm always pulled back to your side. Do you remember that night as clearly as I do?"

Michael pushed her against the wall and Jade rested her head against his shoulder, as his lips took hers and they started to deeply and passionately kiss. Their mouths eventually parted, their tongues touching. Jade never wanted to move again. Michael pulled her to the couch. Gently, he pressed on her shoulder, causing her to take a seat. He sat at her side and pulled her back to him. Jade wished they could stay like this for the rest of her life. Michael kissed her then and she was sure she was seeing things, but was that just a slight hint of softness in his usually blank gaze? She cuddled in to him, feeling his arms pull her tightly against his chest, pushing her head against his shoulder.

"When you're holding Jade to you," Sartain's soft voice said through the speakers in the ceiling. "It calms your rage, doesn't its Michael? Your need to kill. Is it because you know she feels safe being held by you? Looking to you for love? You'd never hurt her would you Michael?"

Jade felt her eyes widen. She'd never even considered this. She pressed close against his chest, unable to stop herself. Sartain was certainly right about one thing. She did feel safe.

"Michael," Jade was openly sobbing now as she spoke. "I can't do this! When you get transferred, I'll never see you again and I can't take that! I have been adopted in to the most amazing family after mine abandoned me, but as far as a relationship goes, it's always been, always will be you."

He softly kissed her again, pushing her head against his shoulder, as he gently stroked her hair. A first. Was he trying to comfort her? If so, it was working. Michael kissed her again then and it held. It was soft, gentle. Damn she needed him. He eased her gently in to a lying position on the couch and continued to kiss her, his weight resting on top of her, as she pulled off her clothes. They continued to kiss passionately, as Myers followed suit with his.

"Please Michael," she begged him. "I need you!"

With his gentle kiss and when he softly entered her, Jade lost all doubts. He was trying to comfort her. Michael made love to her so gently, tenderly, she felt the tears come yet again, as she sobbed again and again that she loved him and couldn't be without him. As he held her close in his arms afterwards both still naked, she saw him raise the paper notepad and pen on the table.

Prove to me what you say is true and you will have nothing to fear from me.

how am I supposed to prove that?"

He didn't answer her question.

She left an hour before his transfer. She couldn't be there; it would hurt too much. She couldn't see him board the secure bus, or her heart would literally break. When she exited the hospital, Sartain was standing outside and he hugged her close, as she cried on his shoulder. She'd already driven out of the hospital by the time the patients boarded, heading back to her house. It was only when she finally got in, that she was able to lock herself in her room and let the tears come.