(A/N: Wow, I've really been forgetful lately. First I forgot to post a disclaimer, then I forgot to inform everyone that me and my buddy are working on this story together. He wasn't too happy about not getting credit. Sorry, sorry, so sorry. Now that that's cleared up, on with the story.)

Disclaimer: Neither me or my friend own anything.

Chapter 2: Destination Haddonfield

"John, I'm going with you." Molly argued. She was not about to let her future husband go to the hometown of his murderous uncle, on the anniversary of his killings, all by himself.

"No you're not!" said John. "This has nothing to do with you."

Molly stamped her foot. "What do you mean this has nothing to do with me? I'm your fiancé; of course this has to do with me! In case you've forgotten, I was there when he attacked!"

John continued packing his suitcase. He was going to Haddonfield to put an end to Michael once and for all, but there was no way in hell he was going to let Molly go with him. "That's not what I meant." he said, a little less harshly. "My uncle has some sick habit of killing everyone in his bloodline. Last time you were just in the way, that's why he attacked you. There's no reason for you to put yourself in danger. He's after me, not you. And I won't let you risk your life when you don't have to."

Molly wasn't backing down. "You're risking your life."

John waved the comment off. "That's different. I'm his nephew. He'll always come for me. I don't know how or when, but he will. He waited 15 years to come for my mother, then 20 years after that, followed by 3 more. Who knows when the psycho will strike again. But I know he will. And when he does, I don't want you getting killed if you don't have to be."

Molly tried to find a reason to argue against this, but came up empty. John was always so stubborn about things when it came to his bastard uncle.

"Well if I can't go, then I don't want you to go either." she said, trying a different approach.

John shook his head. "No, that's not an option. I can't just sit back and let him kill anymore. Besides, he'll come for me eventually. I can't do this anymore. I'm ending it now!" He closed the suitcase and headed for the door. Molly stood in his path. "Molly, don't do this. Please just let me go."

Molly held his gaze for a minute before finally dropping her head. She wrapped her arms around him. John his suitcase and hugged her back.

"Just be careful." she whispered. "I don't want to become a widow before I'm even married."

John kissed her head. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Then I'll come back and give you the wedding you deserve."

"You better."

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John gave her one last squeeze before picking up his suitcase and heading out the door. Molly stared at the closed door, listening to his footsteps fade away.

"I just need a couple of days off." Lindsey spoke into the phone. "I know this is last minute and everything, put I really need to go… Yes, it's an absolute emergency… Life or death… Well just find a sub… This is very important… I can't say, it's private… Yes, after Halloween… Yes, thank you… I'll do that. Good bye."

Lindsey hung up the phone. She wasn't any happier than her boss with the last minute trip. Hell, if she had it her way she would never return to that damn town. She wished she never received the phone call. But she did, and she couldn't ignore it. If she didn't face this problem head on, it would haunt her for the rest of her life. Not that she had much of one anyway. Damn it, what the hell had that bastard Myers done to her?

With a cigarette in one hand and her cell phone in the other, Lindsey dialed the number for the airport.

"I need the quickest flight to Haddonfield, Illinois…" she said. "I don't care, the fastest one you have… 9:40? I'll take it… Lindsey Wallace… Thank you."

Next she called for a cab. Half an hour later, it arrived and she climbed in.

"Where to Miss?" the cab driver asked.

"Airport." said Lindsey, closing the door and tossing away her cigarette.

The driver nodded. "Alrighty then. Heading for a big Halloween party with some friends?"

Lindsey flinched. "Something like that."

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"So you're going?" Kara asked.

Tommy nodded. "I have to, for Stephen's sake. For all of ours."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"NO!" said Tommy sharply.

"The man said he needed both of us."

"He also said he needed Danny and Stephen's, but I'm not taking them."

"Tommy, that bastard killed my whole family. I don't even know what he tried to do to Danny, but I know it was nothing good. He tried to kill Stephen. I need to be there for this. I'll follow you if I have to. But I'm going to be there." Her tone became lighter. "I'll never be able to rest unless I know for certain that it's over. Please Tommy, let me help you. I have just as much right to be there as you do. That son of a bitch attacked my sons!" Tears started running down her cheeks. "I need to see this end."

Tommy held his wife as she cried on his shoulder. He patted her back and whispered words of encouragement to her. He knew how she felt. He felt that unless he was there when Michael was defeated once and for all that the memories will continue to haunt him.

"Shh, Kara, it's ok." Tommy whispered. "Everything is going to be fine. But you need to stay here. Think of the kids. They need you."

"Dad, I'll watch Stephen."

Both Tommy and Kara jumped. Danny was standing in the doorway.

"Danny, how long have you been standing there?" asked Tommy in concern.

"Long enough." Danny confirmed. "You guys are going back for him, aren't you?"

"Now Danny listen-" Kara began.

Danny cut her off. "Mom it's fine, I understand. I feel the same way you do. I can watch Stephen. I promise I won't let anything happen to him."

Both of his parents didn't seem too thrilled with the idea. "Danny, I don't know." said Tommy. "With Halloween coming up…"

"Dad, we'll be fine." Danny argued. 'I'm 19. I can take care of myself, and Stephen."

Kara looked at Tommy. Finally he sighed. "Alright, I'll book 2 tickets for Haddonfield."

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"WHAT? You're kidding!" cried Myles. "Some detective calls and asks you to help him kill Michael, and you're going to do it."

"I said I'm considering it." Sara corrected him. The detective had called again and Sara told him that she needed to think about it. He left her his phone number if she was willing to help, but she wasn't sure. "I just want this to be over with."

Myles couldn't believe it. He didn't want anything happening to Sara. And she was thinking about actually going to find Michael Myers. What could be worse than that?

"Sara, I care about you and don't want you to get hurt." he reasoned. "I don't think searching for Michael is such a good idea."

"I know Myles, I'm not even sure what I'm going to do. I just want to hear what this detective has to say."

Myles didn't trust this Detective Matthews. "How do you know this guy is for real and isn't just some creep pulling your leg?"

Sara shook her head. "He sounded way too old to be a prankster."

Myles nodded. "Fine, then I'm coming with you." he said.

Sara couldn't help but smile. "Myles, you don't have to."

Myles put his arm around her. "Hey, I was with you all through it last time, I'm not going to let you down now."

Sara kissed him. "Thanks Myles, I can count on you for anything." She took out her cell phone and dialed the number the detective had left her. "Hello, Detective Matthews? It's Sara. I'm in."

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After 2 hours of flying, John's plane finally landed, he had no idea where to go. Since he came here to see a detective, he figured he'd go to the police station and ask around. He was surprised to find a man standing by the main exit with his name out. John cautiously approached the man.

"Uh, hi, I'm John Tate." he said.

Detective Matthews shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Mr. Tate."

"Just John is fine."

Detective Matthews nodded. "Very well, John. I'm glad you could make it. We are currently waiting for a few others to show up, so I'll ask you to please be patient."

John seemed confused. "Others, what others?"

"The others on their way to stop Michael."

"Who else-"

"I'll explain everything later."

Fifteen minutes later, Tommy and Kara arrived. The detective was disappointed that Danny and Stephen weren't with them.

"Where are your kids?" he asked.

"We didn't bring them." said Tommy.

Detective Matthews sighed. He would just have to make due with what he had.

Tommy introduced himself and Kara. "Hi, I'm Tommy Doyle, this is my wife Kara."

John shook his hand. "I'm John Tate. How did you get involved with this."

Tommy looked at Kara. "Michael attacked us about nine years ago. He tried to kill us and our sons. And I also had a little run in with him when I was a kid. The night he first came home."

John's eyes widened. "Tommy Doyle. Now I remember where I heard that name. My mother told me about you."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "And your mother is?"

"Ker- I mean Laurie Strode."

Tommy's mouth dropped open. Laurie had a son? Stephen wasn't the last of Michael's kin? But how was that possible?

"How? I thought she died 9 years after that night." he said in confusion. He looked at Kara. She seemed to have no idea what was going on.

John shook his head. "No, she faked her death. Moved away and changed her name. But he got her… three years ago."

Tommy couldn't believe it. Laurie had been alive? Then what about Jamie. How could Laurie just abandon her?

Detective Matthews cleared his throat. "Um, can we keep these conversations until we in a less public place."

John gave him a look. "What, there's still more coming?"

"One more. Lindsey Wallace."

Tommy's mouth dropped open again. "Lindsey's coming. I haven't seen her in years."

"I haven't seen you either."

Everyone turned around. Lindsey Wallace stood behind them. Her hair was a mess and she looked drunk.

"Miss Wallace?" asked Detective Matthews.

Lindsey nodded. Then she looked back at Tommy. "You haven't exactly caught me at my best." she said.

Tommy felt bad for her. She was an absolute nervous wreck. How long had she been like this? No doubt it was Michael's doing. Even when he wasn't around he tormented his victims.

Before Tommy could say anything else, the Detective requested for them to follow him. "Come on, I have a van outside. We have no time to waste. Michael will be here on Halloween, and we need to be ready for him."

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Molly sat in her room, impatiently trying to read. It was no use she just couldn't stop thinking of John. She felt she had to be there.

Tossing her magazine aside, Molly picked up the phone and called the airport. "I'd like to book a ticket for your next flight to Haddonfield, Illinois."