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A/N:  Thanks all for the reviews.  This is probably the last PG-13 chapter, and where the story begins to branch from the movie.  Hope you all enjoy.  If you want the lyrics to the full Garbage song, then please go to one of their fan sites.  I obviously don't own the rights to the song.

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Dylan drove home in her red Camaro, barely paying attention to the road.  The 3 Angels had been rather subdued when they arrived back at Charlie's, each thinking about the evening's fight and the day's events.  Nat and Alex had plans for later that night, but they were concerned about Dylan.  Both said that they would cancel their evening plans to hang out and comfort her with movies, beer and ice cream, but she had laughed them off, saying that she was fine and that they should go have fun. 

Of course, she wasn't fine.  Seeing Seamus again had scared and confused her in ways she didn't even want to think about.  During his years in prison she had tried to put him out of her mind, and had been successful in that she had gained peace of mind, knowing that she had put a killer in jail for life.  Seamus had still held an influence over her life in other ways, though.  He would only have to glance at her car to know that.  Dylan had loved Seamus' '68 Camaro so much that she had bought one for herself – it even had the same white racing stripes as his car.  *The car we used to ride around in * she sighed.  He had been a speed demon just like her, punching the gas and leaving rubber whenever he drove off. 

"Dammit Dylan, pull yourself together." She quietly commanded herself.  "Stop reminiscing – that's just the man you thought you knew…he's really just a cold-blooded killer.  And now he's after you."  But somehow she wondered why she felt like she was trying to convince herself.  * Shit *  She flipped on the radio.  Garbage's song #1 Crush was playing.   * Haven't heard this song in a while * she thought, and started humming along.

I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you

See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored

For some reason, this song was beginning to remind her of Seamus.  She wanted to switch the channel, but some inner force held her back, forcing her to listen to the rest of the song.

I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart

I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me

 *Oh God *  She knew the words that were coming, had sung along with them many times before, and those times they had been meaningless. This time it was different though.  She remembered what she had said to Seamus the night she saw him murder De Franco.  * I love you Seamus.  I would die for you! *

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you

* He did do time…and he's been waiting for me…he'll kill again just to get to me*

I'd make room for you
I'd sink ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you

As the song ended, Dylan let out a shaky breath and turned onto her street.  "You're strong Dylan.  You can beat him.  That's all in the past.  The past is over."  She parked the car and quickly ran up the stairs to her apartment, looking over her shoulder as she went.  * Is this how it's going to be from now on?  Always watching my back, thinking that he's coming for me?  That he's waiting somewhere to kill me? *

She unlocked the apartment, flicking the lights on and scanning the room.  Nothing seemed out of place.  With a small sigh of relief, she stepped into the apartment and closed the door.  Then she noticed a piece of mail on the floor, a plain white envelope.  *Stupid landlord.  Why didn't he give this to me earlier today with the rest? * She bent to pick it up and stiffened.  On the front, in all too recognizable handwriting was written "For Helen."  * Seamus * She jumped to attention, and began a quick and thorough search of the apartment.  Seamus was not there, and there was no evidence that anyone else had been there either.

She briefly thought about calling Nat; she always seemed to know what to do.  But Dylan tossed aside that idea – Natalie was at Pete's 10-year high school reunion.  It wouldn't be fair to disturb her.  She slowly sat down on her couch and with shaky fingers opened the envelope.  Inside a brief letter read:

"Helen –

So good to see you again.  You know you can't run from me.  I'll be waiting for you.  You'll do the right thing, I know it.  I know you Helen. 

Dock 22, 3rd streetlight

- Seamus"

Dylan felt cold.  What the hell was she supposed to do with this?  She looked at the VCR clock.  9:28.  Tiredly brushing her auburn hair out of her face, she recalled her conversation with Alex the day before during the stakeout. * Was that really just yesterday?  So much has happened that it seems like a week ago…*   "Who do you think will be the first to leave the Angels?" Alex had asked.  Both of them had assumed it would be Natalie, since she was becoming seriously involved with Pete.  Nat would make a beautiful bride, Dylan thought.  And she deserved to be happy – she was a great person and a good friend.  Alex, well, she was sure to get back with Jason.  The two of them went perfectly together, and he was a good guy, silly action movies aside.  Alex's future would be a bright one, as she could turn her hand to anything and do well.  But what kind of future would Alex and Nat have if Seamus was still around to torment and kill them? 

Dylan sat in a daze, her hands tightly clenched in her lap.  She would do anything to protect her girls, who had become her only family since the Witness Protection Program.  * Since him * that tiny inner voice said, but she shut it out.  It was obvious that he expected her to come to him in exchange for keeping her friends safe.  But what would he do to her?  Dylan was not afraid of death – she had faced it too many times.  But deep inside, she was very frightened of Seamus – in his hatred for her, she could imagine hundreds of horrible things he might do to her.  * He could never hurt you Helen…he still loves you *   This thought shook Dylan out of her reverie, shocked not only by the impossible thought that Seamus still loved her, but also by the fact that she had referred to herself as Helen in her thoughts.

"I'm not Helen anymore.  Helen Zass is dead.  I'm Dylan Saunders.  That's all that remains." She said firmly.  * I'm going to take out that bastard myself *