Title: Julia McNamara

Author: CadaverBlue

Summary: The Carver is now dead. Can Christian finally put his past behind him? Or will it come back to haunt him, and I don't mean a ghost.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer eh?: I don't own Nip/Tuck or its characters.

A/N: HA! I am very proud of this chapter. I don't mean to gloat. But messing up this family even more just makes it all the more fun. Sorry this chapter took so long to write, I just didn't have the inspiration in me. I believe I only have a few more chapters up my sleeve, so we'll see how it goes. No Beta, all mistakes are mine.Enjoy! Reviews make an author go WEE!

"NO!" Christian shouted as he shot out of his deep sleep.

He glanced around and realized he was in his apartment. He had no idea how he got here or how many days it had been since…since…he couldn't even think about it. The bright light shot threw his open windows and on his face, he shielded it from his eyes. He realized after a moment that he was on his couch, and glanced around. His eyes shot to a sound coming from the bedroom. Pulling his legs over the side of the couch he braced himself on the coffee table and rose. He slowly walked to his bedroom and realized that the sound coming from the bright room was humming.

"What are you doing here?" Christian said.

"Well good afternoon to you to Christian." Julia said, pealing the bloody sheets off of Christian's bed.

"I thought I would change your sheets since no one bothered to do it." Julia said, pulling the pillowcases off of the pillows.

Christian stared at the stiff bloody sheets and he collapsed into a chair. His blood all over them, the crimson blood the Carver drew, the blood Merrill drew. His eyes grew glassy and Julia walked over to him and knelt in front on him. She brushed her hand on the side of his face gently.

"Are you ok Christian?"

"Huh? Wha? Yeah." He said, breaking out of his trance for a moment.

"Are you ok?" Julia repeated.

Christian stared at Julia like she was speaking a language he didn't understand. The memories of that night flooded back to him. This was where it happened.

"How did I get here?" he asked.

"Sean brought you home." Julia answered.

Christian nodded in agreement.

"What time is it?" He asked, looking into her blue eyes.

"Its three in the afternoon."

"Have I been sleeping…"

"Yes."

Christian looked down at his marble floor, the importance of appearance no longer important in his mind. He sighed.

"Thanks for changing my sheets."

"No problem." Julia said running her hand through his hair and down to his reddened cheek to his chin. She pulled his head up to look at his eyes, full of doubt and tears.

"Are you hungry?"

Christian nodded.

"Then lets get you something to eat." Julia said, throwing the bloody sheets into a pile on the floor and leading Christian into the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table while Julia glided from cabinet to cabinet.

"How about some soup?" Julia said, holding up a dusty can.

Christian laughed as much as he could.

"How old is that?" He snickered.

Julia giggled and turned the can over, looking for an expiration date.

"March '99." Julia said looking at Christian, who broke out into a smile.

"So soup is out…hmm…" Julia said, opening his refrigerator.

"Eggs?" She asked.

"Sounds great." Christian answered.

"Ok, eggs it is." Julia said, setting a pan on the stove and searching for the ingredients. Christian watched Julia float from place to place, open drawer after drawer. Almost like she had an instinct to where everything was supposed to be. He cleared his throat.

"Thanks for your help Julia."

"You're my best friend. I'd do anything for you."

"I'd do the same for you." Christian said with an endearing smile.

Julia smiled at Christian and for a split second felt weak at the knees. Her feelings for him were never really hidden and now after the incident with Matt she couldn't help but think if they were meant to be. She glances down at the eggs and realized that she wasn't paying attention. The sunny-side-up eggs were now scrambled. She grabbed a plate and scraped the eggs onto it and set it down in front of Christian.

"Anything to drink?"

"Water. The medication makes me extremely thirsty."

"One water coming right up."

She smiled and handed him a glass of water.

"I'm going to take care of the sheets, call me if you need anything."

"Okay." Christian said, enjoying his eggs.

Julia grabbed a black trash bag and disappeared back into the bedroom. She gathered the rigid sheets and reached for the trash bag, stuffing the sheets in. She knew that not even the best cleaners could get the stains out; she knew that she had to throw them away.

"Julia?" Christian asked, walking into the room.

"Yeah?"

Before she could look up Christian was in front her, his hand on her hand that held the trash bag. He looked into her eyes and slammed his lips on hers. She gasped into his mouth and dropped the bag to the floor. Her hands flew to his arms and to his back, exploring places she once touched. Seconds of kissing seemed like forever and her eyes slammed shut until she didn't feel his lips on hers anymore. She opened them to find Christian staring at her. Her hand reached to his face and traced his scars lightly, he inhaled and closed his eyes and she caressed his face. He thought of himself as scarred and ugly but Julia thought he was beautiful.

"Christian."

"HmMmm." He mumbled, eyes still closed.

"I have to pick up Anne." She said, still touching his face.

"That's fine."

"I'll call you later." She whispered to his lips before she kissed him again.

He watched her waltz out the door with his past, his dried blood on his once clean sheets. She turned and smiled at him in the doorway before she closed the front door behind her. He let out a sigh.

"I love you," He whispered.

Christian touched his face were her hand was seconds before. He sighed and turned back to his bedroom. He knew he couldn't sleep in his bed tonight, the couch was the only option.

"How was school?" Julia asked Anne, who sat next to her in the car.

"It was okay, Ms. McNeil yelled at Michael today because he wasn't paying attention and she got mad and sent him away."

Julia giggled.

"She sounds tough."

"Nah," Anne said, "She just doesn't like Michael."

"Oh I see." Julia said, turning to smile and Anne who gave her a big smile back.

"Hello?" Sean said into the phone.

"Dr. McNamara?" a man said on the other end.

"Yes?"

"Its Detective Marsh, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour."

"I don't mean to be rude Detective, but I thought this case was over, I was hoping to put this behind me." Sean said sternly.

"Well, there's been a turn of events."

"What do you mean?"

"The man who we originally thought was the Carver…" the Detective said cautiously.

"Yes, Merrill, what about him?"

"He did assault your partner,"

"And?" Sean said, obviously starting to get annoyed.

"He didn't do the others."

Sean gasped.

"What, How…" was all Sean could mumble out.

"There was another assault." The Detective said.

"Jesus, won't this ever stop." Sean said quietly.

"What we can best gather was that Merrill was not in a strong mental state for him to succeed with the other assaults. But he chose Christian to copy the Carver, to assault him in the same manner."

"Yeah well that's a shitty assumption."

The Detective was silent.

"What the hell am I going to tell Christian!" Sean said, his voice rose.

"Thanks Detective." Sean said, not waiting for a response before hanging up the phone.

He had no idea what he was going to tell Christian. He couldn't bear to give him the fear that the Carver was still out there, hunting for prey, stalking the night time air. Sean didn't remember dialing Christian's numbers he didn't remember Christian picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Christian, its me."

"Goodnight," Julia whispered to Anne.

"Goodnight mom." Anne said, smiling.

Julia smiled and closed the door behind her. Walking into her bedroom she flicked off the kitchen and hallway lights. She wanted to call Christian, but she knew that it was too late for that. She yawned as she climbed into bed; turning off the light she pulled the covers over her. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and her eyelids grew heavy. She was especially tired tonight and going to bed rather early than usual, but she needed the sleep. She drifted off to sleep before even a minute past by.

"GASP!" Julia jolted out of sleep. She could have sworn her heard a scream. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, the glowing number read 2:36. Julia swung her legs over the side of her bed and let her eyes adjust to the darkness before she rose and walked to the door. She reached for the door handle and felt a warm hand already on it. She spun around to become face to face with the Carver. She ducked around the Carver and grabbed a vase, smashing it into a thousand pieces on the Carver's head.

"You bitch." The monotone voice came from the mask.

Julia screamed when the Carver jumped on the bed to get to her, grabbing her arm and pulling it back. Julia cried out in anguish when the Carver snapped her arm back, digging the needle into her shoulder. Julia felt her body give way and she fell to the floor. The Carver picked her up and laid her surprisingly gently on the bed.

"Beauty is a curse on the world…"

TBC

Were you fooled? Huh? Huh? Were yah! I thought it was a great twist and I hope you liked it! Who do you all think the Carver is now?!