Hello and Happy 2017 for you all! May this year become *THE* year.

Anyhow, as per usual,

Enjoy.

M.

PS: I'm not too sure if I'm happy with this chapter, but have put a lot of work into it. So pretty please with a cherry on the top, keep being kind to me :P

Chapter IX

March 20th, 2004

Underground Sanctuary

Helen's POV

Thousands of thoughts are running rampant in my mind, and I'm quite sure hers is in similar conditions. However, Sam and I walk in complete silence; we see not a single person (or abnormal) on our way to my office, and I assume it has to do more with them knowing about the presence of outsiders than to it being a quiet day.

We hear the classic white noise of an opening of a radio channel, although this time, it comes from the device strapped to her hips and not from the one clip on mine.

"Can someone help me find the kitchen? I'm in the infirmary. I think," we hear Dr. Frasier in the 'global' channel. I smile, I know who will answer that before he does.

"On my way," comes Henry answer.

"Hmm, Dr. Zimmerman said we all were on the same channel?" Sam inquires, pointing to the device moving along with my hips.

"Ah," I smile blushing a little at being caught. "Mine is on the emergency channel. Don't worry, they all know how to find me if they need me, and this way I don't hear questions others might be able to answer."

"But isn't that too, hmm, I don't know, not controlling?" She frowns.

"Perhaps it is," I acknowledge. "However, I have the utmost confidence in my team, and they happen to trust me. That alone helps me to salvage a healthy amount of time." I smile, and she squints.

"How so?"

"Well, as I've said, everyone on my team knows how to find me. How they do it depends entirely on the situation. If there's an emergency, they will radio it to this particular channel, and I will rush to get there. If there's something they can try before getting it up to me, they will; and if there's something of private matters, they will find me after hours. I guess you can say we have an excellent system, thanks to trustworthy and proactive people." I smile

"Hmm," she nods, and then she frowns a little, "Henry was excellent explaining how these work," she commented, patting her hip, "not that we needed the explanation. Jack, I mean, Colonel O'Neill," she blushed, and I can't help the curve of my lips going up a little, "he is too used to me explaining things, and it's not like we haven't seen this kind of radios before," she trails and comes to a stop, she noticed she was rambling, I suppose.

"Well," I say, also stopping. "It's the same concept than the ones you know," I start to walk away, and Sam follows. "There are some slight differences that would go unnoticed to the common eye, purposely added to make our days easier. Henry and Nikola had a bit of a discussion about using the regular ones, and at the end, they ended up developing these."

"Developing radios?" she frowned.

"Yes. I'm sure you are getting a feeling of how big this place can be. One can truly get lost if you don't know your way around. Thus, having a communications system in place became a necessity."

"Why not cellphones?" 'Because we are thousands of kilometers under the range' I think. But I grin.

"We had issues with cellphone coverage before we moved to this facility. We discussed it, we have them, but they are not part of our daily tasks as radios are. " I shrug. I remember vividly how in some parts of the Old City Sanctuary, particularly in the Catacombs, phones only worked as lanterns. "There are levels where the signal is impeccable, but the parts in which we need them the most signal is not stable, and we can't afford that."

"Why?"

"Safety issues," I shrug. "The improvement made on these devices allow us to communicate even in difficult spaces. These are heavier than your regular smartphone and less distracting. There's no Facebook in the radios." I wink, and she looks at me as if I shouldn't know what Facebook is, or as she doesn't.

"Levels?" she asks, not quite letting me quell that doubt while walking inside my office. "I thought I overhear you telling them to lock level two? Which level are we?" I smile.

"Well, it depends on how you count. If you start from street level, we are at upper level two. The Infirmary is on lower level three. The residential area is at the under level fourth. Visitor's area is at the upper level three." Of course, I don't mention that street level isn't their usual street level but ours. "I guess that many should be a proper answer for now. Please do take a seat."

"Ok, so you have too many levels in a large property." She looks around, "quite a bizarre architecture for what I've seen. Some unique plants in your garden and the sun shines weirdly. You also own too many patents and belong to a trail of ancestors with contributions to everything. Oh! And you call this a Sanctuary." She finishes, looking at me straight in the eye.

Well, taking the ancestors out of the sentence, that practically summons it up, I believe. However, I manage to keep my face straight, or at least, I hope I've done it.

"I suppose I should explain why I wanted to talk and then you will understand more. Do you want tea or coffee, perhaps?" She shakes her head no as we seat facing each other.

"Thanks, I just want to start whatever this is," She explains softly, and I nod.

I nibble my lower lip, trying to put some resemblance of order in my thoughts, but after several inner explanations, I realize there won't be an easy way. She's looking at me patiently as if she understands what I'm trying to do within my mind. Her eyes are trained on me until I sigh. It's relatively easy to notice we are both extremely nervous.

"Yesterday, when I left with your permission to check your blood," she blanches, "I went straight to my lab to do so. Something was bothering me about you. Believe it or not, it was not the fact we look very similar," she opened her mouth to speak, I ignore her and continue, "It was the fact that you are healing very fast."

"Oh."

"I got my hands on your not so detailed medical history, fascinating reading. And according to it, you have at least twenty broken bones in your body." I pause, "Surprisingly, the results of your scans have shown not even a single repaired bone," she frowns, "that would mean that nothing in your body healed, and thus, nothing in your body ever broke. Alas, who lies? Your files or your body?"

"I have been in several accidents. They weren't fun; I don't like casts or being bedridden," Sam fidgets for a bit before she looks at me and sighs. "Doctors agree that I heal incredibly fast. I always did." She finishes with a shrug.

"Yes, I know you do." I agree with her. "I was expecting it," her eyes widen before she manages to contain herself and place an almost unreadable mask.

"What?" She squints.

"The fast healing and the apparent lack of repairments shown is the result of your unusual DNA structure. Let me put it in easy words: for science, you are a miracle walking, a huge step in evolution." Her demeanor changed in a blink, her shoulders dropped, her whole stance looked like she knew this could happen, and she was accepting her fate. I'm just not sure of which fate is it so far, or what would be so terrible to lead to such a body answer.

"You want me to be your lab rat," she grimaces. That is absurd but explains her reaction.

"A lab rat?" I ask, with an eyebrow raised, and she nods almost eagerly.

"Lab rat, guinea pig, test monkey," I can't help but laugh, a full wholeheartedly laugh.

"Good heavens! I wouldn't put you, or any other living being for that matter, in such kind of environment if I can avoid it." I explain, and honestly, I have studied many species, but we always managed to do it in a way that isn't invasive for them.

"Why not? You've said so: 'I'm an evolutionary step'" she quotes with her fingers, "and you are part of a private research institute for all I can tell. If what you say is true, then why wouldn't you strap me to bed until you find out what the improvements or differences that my structure creates within my body?"

"Finally, a question with an easy answer," I smile, interrupting her tirade when she takes a breath and frowns again. "It's quite simple to know the improvements, limits, abilities, and the differences that anyone with your DNA structure possesses; I used myself many years ago." She raises an eyebrow; she looks confused. "You'll see, the structure you carry is extremely rare, meaning that you are not the only one around with it." She squints at me; I can see she is processing what I've just said, looking for some signal that I'm lying. But then, she throws me a question I wasn't expecting her to ask yet.

"My DNA structure is rare, and you have it. And we look alike, does that means that we," she trails, "Are we related?"

"I have a feeling that we are. But, I don't know with certainty. I am expecting the results of the comparison."

"Okay, you don't know if we are related, but you already know how exactly I affect the evolution of the human race, then: what's the real reason behind you telling me all this?" I realize she is afraid of what I can say to her, or rather, of her.

"I'm telling you this because you need to know you are not a normal human being. You are part of a particular kind of living beings, Samantha."

"You mean, I am an alien or something?" She adds amusedly.

"Not really, you are a different part of the evolution process, yes. And that makes you not a regular human. You'll see, at the Sanctuary we have worked for years to understand better and protect all the levels of the evolution, of any creature. Due to the lack of understanding of the world as it is, we called everyone who was not your regular human being: abnormal."

"And I'm a different part of the evolution. Thus I am abnormal. Is this a joke? I think my friends and I need to leave now." She stands up and starts to walk away. I recognize parts of me in her, and my heart swells. I can't dwell on it now, but I can use it in my favor.

"Huh, funny," I say, and she stops with her back still to me. I smirk, point to nature. "The same woman who leads a field which only a few know and can discuss, the one who asks to human beings to believe in the premise that wormholes can take us to other parts of space shortening the travel time. She who is friends with the man who asked the world to believe in aliens using the pyramids as landing platforms, finds unbelievable that evolution had its way on Earth?"

"I don't see the funny part," she mumbles, turning around embracing herself by the middle, defensive stance in place. I crook my head and look at her straight in the eye; I can feel my eyebrow-raising.

"It is highly amusing. Furthermore, for the what I've just mentioned, and things I know from before, I must confess I have a good idea of what you do at the Cheyenne Mountain complex, and it's far from deep space radar telemetry." Her eyes widen, "What you do, if you made it work, should point you to how plausible is what I'm saying. However, even if I haven't gotten my hands on your classified file yet, I can tell you with all certainty: Samantha Carter, at some point in your life, you were host to a Goa'uld parasite. This parasite died within you, and that's the reason why you carry in your blood a rare set of protein markers and the Naquadah remains in your bloodstream, but that's not what makes you abnormal."

"How?" She frowns, walking back to the chair she was using before.

"Expeditions." I shrug, "This planet has a lot of stored information which doesn't come out easily to the general population, we make sure of it. But didn't Doctor Jackson mention what Nikola taught in the lecture I invited him before?"

"I… I'm not confirming nor denying anything here," she starts, and I snort. I grin.

"I don't need you to confirm or deny anything about Goa'ulds or other abnormals you might or might not have encountered. I know they exist," she looks at me somewhat bewildered, "and you know they do. I'm only curious to know which conclusions you or they reached with what Nikola explained. If any..." I trail. "Anything you say is between you and me, I promise."

"Considering the information we have about the Nikola Tesla, what he said to Daniel, what he explained in the lecture, and how he explained it. They," she rolls her eyes. "We, the conclusion was that he must be a Goa'uld," she confesses sitting again. I smile, she doesn't think that's what it is if I go by the way she just phrased it.

"Nikola?" I chuckle. "A Goa'uld? No, that's impossible."

"Why?" she opens her mouth to continue, and I almost can imagine a black bar over her mouth to stop her saying things she shouldn't before she closes it again.

"I have in my power information that proves that Nikola, just like you or I, can't become a host. The Goa'uld can't survive for long due to the special conditions of his DNA. In the same way, and for the same reasons, it can't live within people with our DNA. If they try, they will die within."

"No, that can't be true. Jolinar died to save me." She mumbles. I smile in understanding because I do know that feeling.

"I'm sorry, Samantha. This Jolinar was going to die even if it got out of your body and into a proper host. The damage would be too much for it to survive."

"I don't understand..." she whispers.

"They are not meant to live in a structure such as yours, the more time it spends on you, the weaker they become. Whenever it tries to cure itself, its structure is modified. These creatures don't need a double-stranded DNA to establish a successful symbiotic relationship. However, they need a DNA which can mend itself but can't fully modify itself as yours do. Have you ever given a thought on why you have Naquadah left behind?"

"Janet theorized it had to do with the fact that Jolinar died within me."

"Yes and no, your body recognized the parasite within you, and it was trying to reabsorb it. It doesn't happen from one day to the next and depending on their size it can occur in days or weeks, and yes, during the starting period they might be able to control you until your body kills them. We found a few differences with other creatures with the same kind of living arrangements, and issues with the four-stranded DNA. The Naquadah is simply the last traces of the Goa'uld passage within you."

"So as Janet pointed they die within you, and you get Naquadah," she says.

"Not quite, if they die inside any other human, they only leave behind some protein markers like the ones you and Colonel O'Neill share. However, since you reabsorbed it into your DNA, the result is different, and Naquadah enters the equation. It will disappear or lower to an almost imperceptible amount. The passage of such creatures inside someone with your DNA does affect the healing abilities you were born with."

"If it's not the Naquadah, then it must be the protein markers. But, that's something the Col," she stopped herself. "Every host we met has."

"Yes, that change happens to every host."

"And somehow you know why," she affirms.

"The very first thing they do when entering a host is healing the entrance point, and for doing that, they need the markers added to the host DNA. In a usual situation, you would lose them just as you will lose the Naquadah. In a few years, you shouldn't have either."

"You mean, Colonel O'Neill will not have the markers in a few years."

"He should be free of them around a year after being free of the creature. Your case is not a normal situation; those markers are added by the Goa'ulds to help induce the healing process. They use them to control what gets healed and how fast"

"That makes sense," she frowns in thought. "That's why they can treat different parts of the host at different speeds."

"Yes, and given that you own those markers, you now should possess the ability to control how fast and what exactly you want to heal. If your experience happened more than a year ago, that's the reason why the markers aren't gone, your DNA absorbed the intelligence from them, and since it is considered an improvement, your body keeps it. Once your body manages to create its version of it, the markers will be gone, but the skillset will remain. And yes, that has been proved too." I lower my gaze to my pad when I hear the alarm for results. "Well, I got the results…"

"And?" she asks, and I hold my breath.

"Dear God," It's all that I manage to say. My hand flies to my mouth, and I look at her as if I hadn't seen her before.

"What? Are we related?" She adds, sounding worried, and at that moment, the doors of my office are open brusquely and Nikola storms inside looking at me and then at Sam as if he was watching a ghost. He paces muttering 'I can believe it,' then he looks at me, I know all color has drained off my face.

"It is her," I manage to say to Nikola when our gazes finally lock.

"It is her," he answers me with a certainty that makes me smile, and feel somewhat confident with the current situation. Yes, I knew Sam might be her, but believing it and knowing for sure are two very different things.

"Care to explain?" She says, she looks a mix between worried, scared and annoyed, and all I want is to comfort her like I wanted since the first time I saw her. However, I know we must think our reaction through, or we could scare her even more.

"You have no idea of how long have we been looking out for you," I say, and I can't understand how I finally found her in a sewer, by sheer chance. "I can explain everything or most of it at least." I bit my lower lip and thought of the discussion I must have with her, and then with Ashley, unless. "Do you mind if I call Ashley in here too?"

"I am related to you, to both of you," she affirms and I nod.

"She needs to know, and I will tell her. However, if you want me to explain this to you only, I can talk to her later." I tell her, I can feel both her eyes and Nikola's boring holes in me. I keep my eyes on her, and she nods.

"If you are going to explain something she needs to hear, call her in," she adds somewhat defeated. I radio Ashley, and for the blink of the eye that took her to open my door, I know she transported herself outside my office.

"What's going on?" Ashley asks, looking between the three of us after closing the doors behind her.

"Well, you remember December, twenty-nine Ash?" Ashley nods

"I was born on December twenty-nine," Sam adds, frowning and Ashley's eyes widen.

"It is she?" She asks, and I nod. "Wow, awesome!" Ashley grins, and Sam sighs.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Many years ago, we tried to make an embryo. We failed many times." Nikola starts

"An in vitro embryo?" She inquires amusedly with her eyebrow raised.

"Back then, it wasn't called like that yet." Nikola smiles. "It didn't have a name, and it wasn't the conventional process it is today. Back then, no one knew that chance existed until we managed to make one. Of course, we made it a bit more complicated than just inserting the male piece inside the female egg; this was an extraordinary egg." He sat on the couch in front of Sam, looking at her, I could tell how amazed he was with having her here, alive. "To create it, we had to modify parts of the DNA; this process wouldn't be necessary if the bases used are regular ones."

"Are you telling me…"

"We froze the embryo, right next to Ashley's fetus. When it was safer for me to return to the Sanctuary is asked to check it to know if it would work. Especially to check if certain parts of the male DNA didn't screw up the female side and things like that. Surprisingly, Helen told me she brought it to term." He finished sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you existed until it was too late. I always believed things would have been different if I did. If I was around when you were born."

"I searched for him before I implanted the egg. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I couldn't keep looking for him, without putting at risk several lives, including his own." I explain sadly, "but when he learned of the existence of the child, he immediately wanted to meet her. And I had to tell one of the hardest truth you can share; I had to explain to him, how, on the same day of her birth she was taken away from me. I looked everywhere for her. I still am. But I never got to find her; you have no idea how difficult it is to find someone who doesn't exist."

"Whoa! Let me get this straight; you made her and brought her to term. Are you telling me that it was also Nikola's daughter?" Ashley sounds outraged.

"Well, to make an egg, you need both male and female suppliers. Helen was one, and I was the other one. For some reason, Watson DNA wasn't stable enough to be used," he added with an annoying smile

"Am I? Was? Is this?" Sam tries, I risk reaching for her hand, and I leave out a breath when she doesn't take it away.

"Samantha, the results of the tests show that you are our long-lost daughter. I understand what I'm telling you might be traumatizing. We created you in a lab using our samples, and that makes you and Ashley half-sisters."

"Good joke, guys, you can come out now!" Sam says out loud. And we all l exchange glances. I sigh, I'm the one who must fix this one.

"I wish I was joking," I can't help but grimace. "I know it would be easier for you. I can't joke about this, you are the daughter I lost, you are the daughter Nikola never met, and you are Ashley's younger sister."

"But how this is possible?" She sinks in her couch, "you look like you are in your thirties, and you said younger sister; while she is in her twenties and I'm in my thirties. So what? Explain how this is possible because the only thing I can come up with is time traveling?" I sigh. She needs to know the whole story.

"Yes, you are involved in a rather complicated history if I must say so," Ashley snorts, and I look at her pointedly. "I've mentioned abnormals before," she nods, I chew my inner cheek before I continue. "To fully understand what or how you came to happen, I must explain it from the point were the Magnus name got involved with it. I will tell you about your abnormal origin. But you must choose something before I start."

"What would that be?" Sam frowns.

"You must decide if you'll want your friends here with you, or not. If you decide you want them here, I'm willing to share with you all everything you'll need to understand the situation and answer any question that might arise from it." I see Nikola and Ashley look at me as if I've lost my mind. "However, if you don't want them here at this time, then none of us is going to disclose anything about this meeting, or what unfolds here with them. That is, until the time you find fitting for me, or you to disclose such information, including anything of what you will learn here," She bites her lower lip.

"I… I don't know. Should I?" She asks nervously. I smile at her.

"Samantha, what I'm going to share with you is the history of all the people in this room. For us, there's no real difference in the outcome. We all know what we are, we have experienced the range of feelings from love to loathing from people we didn't expect to react in such ways. We've faced humans and abnormals afraid of the unknown, others acting up as part of the mass, and some that hated us for what we represent. And then others, that accept us and love us as we are. Thus, for us, the reaction of a few more won't cause any damage to how we feel or how we see ourselves. Now, you," I bit my lower lip. "I can't help you with that choice, Samantha. They are your friends, and you must have some idea of how they might react to learning that you are not entirely human. It's in your hands to decide when or if you want your friends to learn who, or rather what, you are." I can see her thinking hard.

"I feel like I must warn you," Ashley said. "Not everyone is ready to know the abnormals exist." she grimaced. "If they were, there wouldn't be a point of this whole building; we wouldn't need a "Sanctuary" to be able to roam free. But hey, as mom said, you probably know your friends better than we do," she finishes with a shrug. Sam looks at me, and I can see her pain, then she looks at Nikola, and he smiles at her.

"The truth is, Samantha," Nikola started in a tone he rarely uses. "We don't want you hurt; we don't want to put more pressure on you, and certainly we don't want you going through most of the things we went through. I can only come up with a handful of situations that can be worse than your friends despising you when they learn what you are because that is when you need them the most. And yes, we have been there, you can restore friendships, it takes time, and it takes special people who aren't afraid of loving you as you are."

"Yeah," Ashley grimaced again. "If you ask me, It's probably better if you let this sink in first. They have experienced some serious shit, but they had a support system. Now, I was a normal human being raised in an abnormal environment mostly, but I also had a life out there, I had friends and boyfriends and all those things a human has. Until someone found out about my parentage, and they figured I had abnormal dormant genes in my blood. I wasn't born abnormal, I was forced to change, and it was not only incredibly painful, but it was also against my will. I can't start to explain how screwed up it was; I can tell you that mom saved me, and that's all that matters now. But after that, once I got a hold of myself, I tried telling people, my friends that I was different," I see Ashley clenching her jaw, fighting not only with what she became but with her own emotions. "I saw them looking at me differently. I saw them running away from me, and no matter how strong you think you are, that crap hurts."

"What you are all trying to say is that even if they take it in the right way, it won't be easy?"

"It never is," we all say at the same time, and she sighs.

"And in a month or two, when I fully embrace what I am, you will be the one telling them this?" She asks me.

"If so you wish, yes."

"Then, I want to know how I came to be... alone."

"Are you sure?" She nods. "Then, let's start with what you think you know. You've told me that my family," I smile, "our family, has many patents and past appearances and that for inheritance sakes we kept the same name."

"That's what I understand, yes," she agrees.

"That's so not the truth," Ashley says, plopping herself in the couch next to her, somehow that manages to change Samantha's expression of fear for one of genuine curiosity.

"It isn't?" Sam turns towards Ashley.

"Oh, hell, no! If there's something simple at the Magnus family is the damned family tree. At least if you start it from the time the Magnus family name first appears in history books."

"Despite the language," Ashley grins at me, "that is quite correct. There are only two Doctor Magnus, MD. That would be my father, and I. And I was the only descendant of the Magnus family for many years until you were born that is. Despite his friendship with the lead scientists of his time, he never published any papers. Thus, I'm quite certain that every mention you know about, everything you've read, it's not related to me by family name. It is talking about me," she snorts

"That would make you the first woman to attend Oxford," she grins.

"It was me."

"Oh, the good old times," Nikola sighs.

"How could that be you?"

"It could be me because Patricia Heathering gave birth to the daughter of Gregory Magnus on August 27th," I pause, and search for her eyes, "the year was 1842. Sadly, I never met my mother since she didn't survive to birth."

"1842?"

"Yes."

"So it was time traveling," she says.

"No, it wasn't. And although time travel is responsible for an extra of one hundred thirteen years I now possess," I scrunch my nose. "It isn't guilty of my age. You'll see my father raised me to follow his steps and taught me about the abnormals. He wanted his sanctuary to continue beyond his life: thus, he trained me to take his life work and to pass it to the next generation. I started to work with abnormals a couple of days after my fifteen birthday. And I decided that being someone that organized their protection wasn't enough. I wanted to aid them and to save them. And with a lot of push, and my father's support, I went to Oxford to study medicine. While I was there, I also diverted my attention to other areas. I had a study group, friends really, among them Ashley's father and Nikola."

"So if this is true, you are that Tesla?" She asks frowning, Nikola shrugs. "My father is THE Tesla?" she asks me unbelievingly. I nod.

"Given the access I had to the abnormals, I knew that many millennia ago there was a powerful abnormal race, they had advanced abilities and qualities, and there was a myth that their blood would be able to cure the sickest and provide some of their abilities to any human. They called themselves Akhkharu; modern people know them as Vampires."

"Vampires?" She asks if disbelief.

"Yes, I was barely twenty-four years old when I got a sample of pure, untainted Akhkharu blood. And a year later, I had created a serum with it to see if it really could heal anything. Youthful mistakes can alter your life completely. I thought I knew what was doing, but I didn't know the extent of the effect of it."

"What happened?"

"When I tested the serum on myself, I learned what excruciating pain was. I felt I was dying, and afterward, I was sick for a week. My friends never left my side until we scratched it as a myth. Nothing had happened to me. At least, nothing that we could see."

"We know now that Helen's DNA changed from the two strands to four strands. Some of the qualities Helen gained are quick healing and a higher intelligence level. There's no way to prove it now, but we have theorized due to her symptoms that her mind was rewired to allow the current pattern that is capable of holding. On a normal day, Helen's brain scan shines like Manhattan. But most importantly, it seems it has stopped the aging process."

"And that's why at 275 years old, and I don't look a year older than I did in 1867. As part of "the five" as we called ourselves, Nikola took his chance with the serum, and it resulted in his current abnormality."

"For me, it brought my dormant Akhkharu genes as active. I would show you how a vampire looks, but I don't want to scare you more than you already are," Nikola adds.

"My dad also was a test subject; his super skill was teleporting himself."

"You also have four strands?"

"No, the people who abducted and changed me didn't quite know what they were doing. They injected me with a version of the serum to bring my dormant genes to be active, and then modified and amplified the results changes. Basically, they screwed me up, and I had to die to be able to overcome most of it."

"That's why you disappeared for a year? You died?"

"You know I wasn't alive?"

"No, I knew you stopped buying bikes and parts for a long time, and you never did that before. And then, you started to buy again."

"Yeah, I was dead and then I wasn't. But that's okay. I'm fine now."

"Let me set this straight: You are half Akhkharu. You don't age. Ashley's dad teleported, and you died once, what else?"

"Helen was the fiancee of Jack the Ripper."

"John wasn't the Ripper, Nikola. And you know it. " She added, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, not John's mind but it was his body."

"John was Ashley's father, we were engaged, and we conceived her around the time when Jack the Reaper made his appearance." Helen clarified. "His DNA kept the double helix, and while teleporting a symbiotic electric parasite was attached to his brain pushing him to become a killer. Long story short, I figured he was the killer and tried to bring him to justice. He disappeared, and with some help, Ashley was extracted and frozen until 1977. That's why she's your older sister. You didn't exist until 1953."