Jade and Sartain entered the office and the doctor immediately locked the door so they couldn't be interrupted.

"How are you doing now?" He asked as Jade took a seat on the leather sofa opposite him.

"You mean do I have any further intentions of harming myself?" Jade looked straight back at him. "I don't think so, but…" She paused.

"Jade, I'm just going to be straight. I saw the way you looked at Anastacia as we left and Michael was holding her. You were jealous, weren't you."

It wasn't a question. Jade felt her face heat. Shit. Had everyone noticed/ Had she been that obvious?

"I…" She started, but couldn't go on. How could she say yes?

"It's alright." Jade looked over to see Sartain was smiling gently at her. "She is a very professional woman. I can assure you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about there."

"I, I know her history," Jade said quietly, looking down. "She told me one day at Smith's Grove."

"There you are then." Sartain nodded. "There's your proof."

"It made me feel even worse. I don't do jealousy," Jade couldn't meet his eyes. "Or at least I thought I didn't. She's damn brave coming here in the first place. Said she couldn't hide behind fear forever."

"Well, I think it would be true to say you didn't hide behind yours, did you. You love Michael and wanted him to know it. You yourself have come close to death at his hands as a result." Jade nodded. She hadn't thought of that.

"Do you know what…" Jade looked at her feet. "Dad said to me this morning?"

"I do," Sartain said softly. "I'll say it again. You have nothing to worry about there either. Steve didn't mean his words to you. I am certain of this."

"How can you be?"

"Jade, you're his daughter. You'd gone out to take air and there was a masked killer out there. Your husband or not. He was worried for you. Nothing more, nothing less. Admittedly you shouldn't have been his outlet for his past, but I promise you it wasn't meant."

"Doctor Sartain, am I correct in thinking Dad has a past with Michael?"

The doctor looked at her. "I'm afraid I can't answer that," he said softly. "It's not for me to tell you."

"I'll take that as a yes," Jade smiled faintly at him. He was giving her an answer, while not doing so to all appearances. "Do you think Anastacia will be ok?"

"I say again. She is a very professional woman and will not let her personal feelings out to Michael," Sartain replied. "So yes. But now Jade, if you don't mind, I want to talk about you. How's your neck now?"

"Painkillers are kicking in, but it's still pretty sore."

"Any bleeding?"

"Not since Dr Twinkle stitched it."

"Glad to hear it. But how are you mentally? That was quite a lot of trauma you went through."

"I think that might just be the understatement of the year," she now did smile properly at him for the first time. "Michael was angry because I let Julie go, not see her arrested."

"Hmmm," Sartain said quietly, looking thoughtful. His eyes didn't leave her face.

"Then when he took Lance and I on his killing spree," Jade felt the tears coming before she could stop them. She tried to hold them back, but it was no use. Sartain gently handed her tissues. "Fuck, it was… Was…"

The tears began falling immediately and she tried to wipe them away and talk at the same time. Before long, she was sobbing her heart out.

"Fucking horrible and terrifying Dr Sartain! All that blood, those innocent people dying and for no better reason than Michael Myers came across them! The screams, pleas for mercy…" She looked sickened. "That was why Mum told him on my behalf that I might have to leave him if the kills didn't stop. He didn't take that well at all. So as a result when he cut my neck, he wrote at me so you come to find me after I warned you to stay out of my way, after saying if the kills don't stop you're leave? You then put yourself forward as my next victim? Worse part is, he's right!"

"Is that what you were doing? Or trying to do? To make a point?"

"I really hope not! All I wanted to do was talk to him. That's all. But I should know by now that trying to talk to Michael when he's craving a kill is your death certificate! I feel I deserved what I got for that reason alone."

"Has Michael apologised for it? Your neck?"

"Not with words no. But he kept looking at it last night, moving my head so he could see it. I think that was worry. When I said it was my fault because I'd approached him when I shouldn't have, he said he disagreed. Also I think someone told him I had considered suicide, as only two of my painkillers were on my bedside table when I woke up. I think he had the rest of them so I couldn't overdose."

Sartain nodded. "So I ask you again. Do you still feel that way?"

Jade was silent for a minute, then looked Sartain straight in the eyes. When she spoke again, it was as if she hadn't heard his previous question. "Sometimes," she said, her voice just above a whisper. "I find myself wondering what I've done. How can I love a masked killer? Does he really love me? He says he does, but I know he struggles to feel emotions. So sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I'm good enough for him, if I can do the things he wants, needs. If I can really make him happy. He asked me to marry him, but was that only so I could see him while he was imprisoned? Sometimes, I wonder if I've done the right thing. I've found myself asking at night, if I could take it back, would I? Don't get me wrong, I adore him, I do. But…"

"Jade," Sartain said very gently. "Michael is… Has needs hardly any of the rest of humanity have or can understand. I don't believe anyone would feel loved by him. But remember you told me about the time he ran you a bath and was in a suit after you saw him kill up close? The words he wrote to you? He was trying to comfort you wasn't he."

"That's how it felt at the time," Jade nodded. "But then I see him kill when out on the road like that, hold a knife to me when angry and… Although he did kind of apologise for that. Called it, "unfair."

"Unfair huh?" Sartain smiled humourlessly. "That's one word for it."

"I know," Jade managed a faint smile back at him. "But I guess he tried. I mean it's not as if I can expect Michael Myers to be begging me for forgiveness and saying it'll never be repeated, can I?"

At this, Sartain actually chuckled. "Good point."

"He did say "I'm sorry" actually used those words, about taking Lance and I with him. Told me he should've said that we could leave. But after he'd just held a knife to me, I promised I wouldn't do that. But if I'd known he was going to…" She shuddered. "Do that, I would have."

Sartain nodded, understanding. "I don't think you'd be alone there."

"Is Lance ok? Have you seen him?"

"I have. Proscribed him sleeping pills. He'll be fine. Speaking of pills, I ask you again Jade. Are you still feeling that way?"

Jade sighed. "Ah shit. I don't know. I don't think so but…" She paused and took a deep breath. "Damn it I wish I had a chance to just be alone with Michael, not here, somewhere else. Abroad, even. Just to talk to him, tell him exactly how I'm feeling. How much I love him, how much he means to me. Somewhere where I know he's not going to kill anyone." She laughed a little. "But where's that? The moon?" Sartain again chuckled. "We haven't actually had a honeymoon, you know. How I wish we could. Just somewhere we can be alone. Completely alone. All other couples do, so surely I'm not unreasonable for wanting the same?"

"Of course you're not." Sartain shook his head.

"I also desperately want to reconcile with Dad," Jade said, looking down at the ground. "That's also killing me."

"Again, something which is perfectly understandable. You will today, I'm sure of it. When he takes a moment to think, I believe he'll be devastated he even thought that about you, let alone said it out loud."

Jade nodded. For a moment there was silence, as they continued to look at each other. Finally, Sartain softly spoke again.

"Jade, I'm going to ask you a question I haven't asked before. Ok. So I know your past with Michael re when you told him you were in love with him. What you told me in my office. But I'm going to ask you. Why? What caused you to fall in love with him? Has something else happened? Before then, I mean? I think you have a second past with Michael all of your own."

Jade looked the Psychiatrist straight in the eyes. She was silent for a moment, then slowly, shakily, she started to talk.

Jade Henderson skipped through the College corridors, feeling like she was the luckiest woman alive! It'd happened! She could hardly believe it! After weeks of being in the long queue forming for the attention of the College new boy Andrew Carson, he'd noticed her and asked her out on a date!

"Oh my God!" Her classmate in her English class Rachael had squealed when Jade had confided in her. "You're a lucky bitch!"

Andrew Carson with his London accent, grey eyes and dark hair, had immediately attracted the attention of most of the girls Jade's age when he'd arrived at their College. No one knew where he'd come from, he tended to be very evasive on that subject when asked. But Jade didn't care! He'd asked her out! That was all she cared about. The first date was paradise for Jade. Though she was only 16 and Andrew was 18, he treated her like a princess from date 1. He turned up at her house in his silver Mercedes and Jade saw the looks of disapproval Steve gave him, but she ignored them. She was happy and this man was why.

He took her out for dinner in a gorgeous pub and they chatted about anything and everything. Jade felt like they instantly clicked and when he kissed her on her doorstep, she was pretty sure she was half way towards being in love already.

3 months after they had started dating, they'd gone to a night club for only the second time in Jade's life. It'd been loud, smoky and packed. Jade hadn't liked it much, that was until Andrew pressed close against her and she felt his erection against her leg.

They'd danced close that night and kissed several times. In the car, Andrew had again tried to start touching her as he kissed her, but Jade had gently but firmly stopped his advances. Alice had put a sensible head on her shoulders and she wasn't ready to jump in to bed just like that. Had she known then what she'd learn years later, the warning signs would tell her she wasn't really in love with this man or she would've by now. But it was when he was taking her out for dinner at a posh restaurant Jade heard the first alarm bells.

"Jade, I don't want you wearing that. I don't want other men looking at you."

Jade glanced up from the mirror, having just put on a dress she'd borrowed from Jenna. Her sister was the only one who knew the extent of hers and Andrew's relationship. "What? Why not?" Jade looked again in the mirror. "Jenna leant it to me. I love it."

"Because it's too short," Andrew replied. "I don't want men looking at my girlfriend."

Jade felt a lurch of… Something in her chest when he called her that and so changed out of it without any further question. But still that little voice had started up in her head. He's possessive.

That particular evening went by without any further problems. Andrew had kissed her when she'd changed in to a dress he liked and apologised, saying it was only because he loved her so much and didn't want other men's eyes on her. Jade had told him it was ok and the incident seemed to be forgotten.

The night it all started in earnest, Jenna had told Jade to hell with it and that she should wear the dress if she wanted to. Jade had told her sister what'd happened and Jenna had rolled her eyes. "Possessive bastard." But Jade still really wanted it to work, so she'd decided she'd try.

Months had gone by and Jade was turning 17 soon. Steve had stopped with his "he's trouble" talk, but Jade still noticed the looks her father gave Andrew when he'd come to pick her up. Andrew was becoming increasingly controlling and possessive. He'd started to get angry when Jade didn't answer her phone or texts from him and ask her who she was with and what she was doing. By this point it'd started to annoy Jade a little, but not to the point where she said anything or told anyone.

They'd just had dinner and were once again sitting in Andrew's car. Without warning he started the engine and drove off. Jade tried to ask where they were going but he refused to answer. Eventually, they reached a hotel. Jade raised her eyebrows but again, Andrew said nothing. They entered the reception where it appeared Andrew had already booked a room. He took her hand, (tightly it didn't feel romantic at all) and led her to the lift. Once they were in the room, he turned to her and for the first time, Jade felt a twinge of… What? Fear? Unease? The look on his face was pure anger.

"I told you not to wear that fucking dress," he snarled and before Jade could do or say anything, he'd grabbed her, pulling her tightly against him. Once again, she felt his erection hit her. "No other man will look at you. You're mine!" Andrew snarled as he kissed her passionately. "You won't be wearing this again," he'd said then and yanked the dress from her body, causing it to rip. Jade had shouted out in protest. That wasn't her dress, it was Jenna's. But Andrew had point blank ignored her. That was the first time the alarm bells really began to increase in volume. The first time she really heard them. Jenna was right. This man was a possessive controlling bastard.

But she loved him. Didn't she?

Andrew continued to kiss her, shoving his tongue in to her mouth before throwing her on to the bed. Jade tried to get up but Andrew was too quick for her. He lay down next to her and yanked her back to him.

"I've asked you again and again for sex," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "You've kept refusing. Cock teaser, that's you Jade! Well not anymore! I've been patient, I've waited, but you kept refusing and I'm not going to wait anymore!"

Jade had tried to point out that it was both their decisions and she still didn't feel ready for it. But Andrew appeared deaf to anything she had to say. He'd already unzipped his trousers and now lay down on top of her, continuing to kiss her as his hands viciously groped her breasts. There was no tenderness in his touches at all.

Jade knew she was in trouble. This guy was about to rape her. She tried to look around surreptitiously for anything she could use as a weapon to stop him. Damn she hated men who thought that just because they were the ones with the penis, they decided when they'd use it with a woman. Not with Jade Henderson he wouldn't. Ever since her mother had left her at 10, Jade had grown up under the influence of the Henderson's. Determined, strong and independent. No way was she going to let this asshole think he could just rape her! The problem she had was she couldn't reach any of the bottles in the bathroom of course or anything across from the bed. It was a double and Andrew had thrown her down in the middle of it and was now holding her tightly. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He grabbed her hands then and held them above her head. That was when she really started to panic.

Her father had been right. This man was trouble and she'd ignored him, rolling her eyes every time he'd tried to tell her that. Well she'd pay for that now… A few seconds later, she felt Andrew push in to her. Agony shot through her. She wasn't physically or mentally prepared for it and the pain was unbelievable. "That's a good girl," he panted as he started to thrust inside her. Jade desperately tried to think. Could she do anything to stop him? She couldn't reach him where it hurts because he was already inside her. So how? Andrew continued kissing her as he raped her and she finally came to realise there was nothing she could do. But this would be the last time she would ever see Andrew Carson.

Finally, he was done and rolled off her, pulling her against him again, kissing her passionately. "You enjoyed that really, didn't you?" He said, his voice soft. "You must've wanted it or you wouldn't have worn that dress again despite me asking you not to. You were dressed like a slag. What message is that supposed to give me? Especially when you've kept refusing?"

Jade didn't answer him. He was a pig. No two ways about it. She'd worn it because she liked it, not to get some asshole turned on. What the hell was Jenna going to say? That'd been one of her favourite dresses? Jade would repay her for it, but still… It'd been a needless, cruel action from a man who just wanted to get his penis wet. Jade remained still and silent and finally, Carson was asleep. Ever so quietly she pulled on her sister's ripped dress and headed out of the room and then down to reception. That was when it finally happened. She broke down and told the receptionist what'd happened. She hadn't meant to, but it had just had to come out. The receptionist was a true angel. Giving her a hug then a hot cup of tea, while she called the police and then Steve and Alice. Jade had expected to get the "I told you so" from her father when they arrived, but nothing of the sort happened. On the contrary, they'd both hugged her tightly to them, Alice in tears just as Jade was. The police arrived and Carson was dragged down (still with his trousers unzipped) and in handcuffs. Steve had given him a look of murder as he was dragged past them.

"I'm sorry Jade," Sartain said softly when she stopped and took a breath, drinking from the water bottle on the table next to her. "That must have been horrible for you. No one deserves that."

"You're very good at understatements," she smiled again at the doctor, who smiled back. "I don't think there's actually a word strong enough for it."

"Perhaps not," Sartain acknowledged. "So I'm going to take an educated guess here Jade at what happened next. Andrew encountered a certain masked man named Michael Myers?"

"How on earth did you guess?" Jade actually managed a grin now. "Amazing."

"Sarcasm really doesn't suit you," Sartain said.

"Best form of wit," Jade countered. Then she sighed. "But yes, you're right. He did and so did I."

Jade tried to start rebuilding her life and putting the rape behind her. But it was a struggle. She asked for and was assigned a counsellor. She didn't realise talking about it all would be such a relief until she actually did. But with regards to her family, only Jenna knew everything. Jade hadn't told them of Andrew's controlling behaviour leading up to the rape.

A month later, Jade was walking home from College late one night. She'd just finished one of her exams and she was exhausted. It was 8PM. She headed down the dark streets towards her house, shivering. Though it was June, the weather was unnaturally cold. She zipped up her thick jacket as she walked. It was as she was passing through an alley that she was grabbed from behind. She turned and her heart seemed to stop. It was Carson.

"What kind of a hello is that towards your boyfriend?" He said, pulling her against him and kissing her hard. Jade tried to struggle but as she'd already learnt once, it was useless. "All be it the boyfriend you cheated on," Carson continued. "I saw you with that bloke and as I told you, I think I need to remind you who you belong to. No short dress tonight I see? Dumped you after a shag did he?"

Jade resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had long ago realised a man could stand next to her in a supermarket queue and Carson would still ask who he was to her. She suddenly realised he was slurring. He was drunk. That might give her the advantage. Andrew continued to kiss her, then shoved her against the wall. There was a terrifying second for Jade when she was sure he was going to rape her again. Here? Now? When anyone could walk past? She was almost hoping someone did. Instead, Andrew raised his fist and struck her to the face once, twice, three times. Jade staggered, blood pouring from her surely broken nose. Both her eyes were black. She tried to fight back in self-defence but she knew she had no chance. Now she truly regretted not having taken the self-defence lessons Steve had offered to pay for. She'd rectify that. Andrew continued to hit her all over, causing bruises and a lot of pain. He'd just grabbed her, pulled her back to him and unzipped his trousers (so she'd been right he was going to rape her again) when both of them heard the calm, measured breathing behind them. Andrew glanced over his shoulder as Jade desperately tried to stand. She was shaking and her face and body were agony.

"What the fuck?" She heard Andrew say, before she heard a strangled gargling sound. Looking up, she saw the man behind them in the blank, pale mask. He had to be 7 foot at least. She also saw the huge carving knife he was holding, which he'd just used to slit Andrew's throat, then knife him straight through the stomach. Jade knew his name instantly. She was sure nearly everyone did. The name which brought instant fear to the lips of anyone speaking it and the ears of those around them. She knew exactly who was standing in front of her alright. The masked mass murderer Michael Myers. Jade looked up at Myers through her bleeding nose and rapidly swelling eyes. She was sure she was next. Andrew's blood covered the ground and the wall. Myers to her shock hadn't moved to attack her as yet. But she was sure that moment was only seconds away. She found herself raising her hand to the masked killer as she turned and ran. In what, she didn't know. Acknowledgement? Thanks? Respect? Speaking softly but clearly back over her shoulder as she did so.

"Thank you Mr. Myers. You quite probably just saved my life."

"How ironic," Sartain said quietly when she was finished.

"Indeed," Jade let out a breath. Talking about Carson never got easier, no matter how many times she did so. "Yet another understatement, Dr Sartain."

The Psychiatrist chuckled. "Does Michael know?"

"Yeah. I told him the night he wore his suit. He said I should remind him where the alley was so he could finish the job."

Sartain nodded. "So remind me again why you're doubting he loves you? He would've killed Andrew all over again for you by the sound of it."

"Probably me too," Jade shivered. "I think it was only luck I survived. To this day I don't know why I did. That's one question I've never asked Michael. I can't."

"Makes sense," Sartain nodded at her again.

"But if Dad does have a past with Michael I swear I had no idea of this."

"If you had, would it have changed anything?"

"What is it with you asking really hard questions?" Jade rolled her eyes at the doctor. "How the hell am I supposed to answer that? I have absolutely no idea. That's the problem. I love them both. Based on what I know now, I'd probably still say no. That's nothing to do with what Dad said to me either."

"I know," the doctor gently touched her arm now. "I'm sorry you went through all that you have though. The Locks, Scott etc and before that this. Not to mention your birth mother."

Jade knew he meant it. "Thanks," she smiled earnestly at him now. "But it does make you stronger in a way. I'd do anything for any of my family, as you know. I know they weren't happy with what I did, but there was no way in hell I could just sit there and wait."

"I know." Sartain hadn't removed his hand from her arm and now softly squeezed it. "I know and so do they."

"Michael was… Was furious," Jade shivered a little. "I mean, furious. He's damn terrifying when he's angry. Scratch that. He's terrifying full stop in that damn mask or angry." There was silence. Jade made no move to break it. Surprisingly it didn't feel awkward, it felt comfortable. She felt safe with this man who she'd known for years.

"I'm not going to try and drink bleach again," Jade said softly eventually. "I promise you Dr Sartain. Nor am I going to try any other way."

"Alright," Sartain said gently. "I believe you. I'm glad to hear it, and so will everyone else be."

"What do I do now?" Jade blinked back tears once more.

"In relation to what?"

"Michael. Being alone with him. Is there any way I can make that happen? I really, really want to talk to him, hell just be with him."

Sartain hesitated for a moment, then looked back at her. "Leave it with me," he said. "I'll see what I can do."