"It's you!"

"Reverend Martin, I'm gonna need you to calm down," Killian instructed, trying to keep his cool. He knew that if the Reverend made too much fuss, the medical team would come in to sedate him and Killian would have risked so much for absolutely nothing.

"Get away from me," the Reverend cried, trying to put as much distance between himself and Killian as the chains on his cuffs would allow. "Stay away. Haven't I suffered enough?"

"Reverend Martin, I don't know who you think I am," Killian began carefully, "but I promise you that I'm here to help. I just need you to calm down and talk to me."

"That's what you're father said," the Reverend snapped back, before he curled himself into a ball and began to rock back and forth as he recited The Lord's Prayer.

"You knew my father?"

The Reverend didn't even bother to acknowledge Killian's question. Or maybe he simply hadn't heard it over the prayer he was chanting.

Killian considered the situation for a moment before he rose from his seat and made his way around the table to crouch before the shackled man. "Reverend Martin," he began, reaching out to touch the other man's shoulder.

The Reverend howled like he'd been burned at the contact before he pushed away from Killian, his eyes wide and wild.

"Reverend, please," he implored. "I just want some answers."

"No, no, no, no," the other man chanted as he rocked faster. "I did everything you asked. Why am I being punished for this?"

Killian's heart broke a little for the man in front of him. While he was certain that the Reverend had probably been a sane man before his murder spree, whatever he'd been in contact with had clearly twisted his mind enough to leave the man with permanent damage.

"You're not supposed to be here," the Reverend said suddenly, his head snapping up from where he'd hung it between his legs to fix Killian with an intense stare.

"I know. But I'm trying to help you."

"You shouldn't be here," the Reverend continued, almost as if he hadn't heard Killian. "No, no, no. You shouldn't be here. It's not right! I told your father but he wouldn't listen. You don't mess with fate."

"What did you tell my father?" Killian prodded. "When did you see him?"

"What did he do?" the Reverend finally asked, his expression clearing as he looked up to meet Killian's eyes. The pain behind his own had Killian swallowing hard against the emotions clawing their way up his throat.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You shouldn't be here," the Reverend whispered. "You were gone."

Killian's face screwed up with his confusion. "I know. Dad and I had to separate to deal with a nest of vampires and - "

The Reverend shook his head forcefully. "You were gone," he repeated. "I saw your body."

This time, Killian was the one who scrambled to get away from the other man as his words hit home. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Reverend Martin shook his head sadly once again. "They came for you. We tried so hard to fight them off but there were just too many."

Killian sat sprawled across the floor of the padded room, trying desperately to make some sense of what the Reverend was telling him. Because it couldn't be possible. It just couldn't.

"I warned your father. I told him not to mess with fate. That mortals shouldn't get involved with this. What did he do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Killian repeated, almost as if he could make it true by denying the implication of the Reverend's words hard enough. But they both knew that Killian was lying to himself. He was all too aware of what the Reverend was trying to imply. He just couldn't seem to force his brain to connect those dots and put it into words.

"God help us all if he's opened that gate."

"What gate? What's he done? Where's my father?" Killian thundered, as he pushed himself forward and into the Reverend's personal space.

"I told him that they were furious. That everything happens for a reason. They had plans for you, Killian Jones. But he wouldn't listen. And now, now he's doomed us all. Perhaps I am better off in here than out there."

"What plans? Who had plans?"

There was a slight commotion outside the door and Killian pushed himself to his feet as quickly as he could. While he made his way back around the table he dusted off his suit and dropped back down into his seat just before the door to the room was pushed open.

"I'm sorry, Agent Tyler, Reverend Martin needs his medication now," the young doctor announced, making his way into the space with two orderlies behind him. They didn't seem at all surprised to find their patient on the floor, curled into a ball. The men simply made their way over to where he was sat to pull him up to his feet.

"That's okay," Killian offered. "I uh… I don't think I'd have gotten much more from the Reverend anyway." He flicked a glance over to the man to try and meet his eyes, but Reverend Martin kept his gaze focused on his feet as the orderlies unlocked the chain that had kept him cuffed to the table.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk with me today, Reverend Martin," Killian called out, hoping that the other man would give him something… anything that he could use to find his father.

"The angels are taking," the Reverend said suddenly, startling everyone in the room.

"And what are they saying?"

"It is done! Killian Jones is saved."

"I'm sorry," the doctor apologized, as he signaled for the orderlies to take the Reverend back to his room. "He doesn't talk much sense these days. Such a shame, really. He used to have a brilliant mind."

"Does he uh… does he talk about angels a lot?" Killian asked, trying to keep his tone as even as he could.

"It's usually demons," the doctor replied. "'The demons did it.' 'It wasn't me.' That kind of thing. Angels are new. It'll be vampires next week, I suppose"

"And what about this Killian Jones? Does he talk about him often?" Killian pressed.

"No. It was probably just the first name that came to mind. Don't read too much into it, Agent Tyler. Reverend Martin is a very sick man."

Killian nodded his head in understanding and allowed the doctor to guide him from the room. "Well, thanks for everything," he said, as he gestured back towards the main entrance. Now that the Reverend was gone, Killian needed to get out of that building as soon as he could. "I hope that he gets the help he needs."

"Thank you, Agent Tyler. Good luck with your investigation," the doctor offered, before turning to head back the way he'd come from, leaving Killian to find his own way out of the hospital.

The moment he was outside and the coolness of the air hit him in the face, Killian found himself rushing over to the nearest trash can to vomit out his breakfast.

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