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Summary: Father Jack Landry remembers the pulse. More than that he remembers what actually happened, not just the government cover-up.

Pairings: Max/Logan & Jack/Erica

Notes: Welcome to the next part of The Soldier Priest. This story frequently changes viewpoints allowing the reader to see the same events through the eyes of multiple characters. This Chapter's POV character is Max.

Chapter One:

A Most Unusual Priest

Max slid into the back row of the church and waited. Ben had been here, she knew that much. Where else would he go?

Her brother. Ben. He was everything and yet… what he had done.

Max sat there, waiting. Hours past. More than she could count. Still she waited, and as she did, her thoughts raced in a thousand different directions.

Logan, he had been acting strange lately. What was up with that? Was it something she had done? She knew he was worried about what was going on with Ben. Normally she would have told him everything. But this? She couldn't let him see this. He would never understand. How could he? He hadn't been there. Hadn't seen what Lydecker had done to them, what he had forced them to do.

Lydecker. If she could catch wind of Ben, so could he. He would be here before they knew it. That was why it was so important to find Ben, and fast.

Lost in her thoughts, Max was surprised when a man sat down beside her, "Are you waiting for someone?"

She turned to face him he was an older man, older than her, Logan, around Lydecker's age maybe? Yes, that was probably it.

She forced a smile, "Picking up girls in a church now?"

She blushed as the man laughed, and pulled back his coat to reveal a clerical collar, "No actually, this is my church. I'm Father Jack Landry, the priest here. How are you doing?" Max stiffened at the question. The priest seemed to sense it and hastened to add, "I only ask because you've been sitting here for over a day."

"I just… I have some things to think about."

The man smiled, "Church is a good place to do that."

"Yea, I suppose it is."

"You know, sometimes talking helps."

Max held back a snort of bitter laughter. "Trust me. This isn't the kind of thing you can talk about."

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm always willing to listen."

This time Max couldn't bold back the sarcasm in her voice, "Believe me Father. You wouldn't be able to deal with what I've faced."

"You might be surprised. I've faced some pretty odd things in my time. Things even you would be surprised at.."

She decided to humor him, "Yea, I'm sure you have."

"No," he met her eyes. "Trust me, I have." He smiled one last time and slid out of the pew and walked to the back of the church.

Max watched as the priest walked away. That man seen things that she would be surprised at? Yea right.

But there was something in his eyes, something that made her stop and take a second glance. Those were the eyes of someone who has seen far more than most. Those eyes were the eyes of a soldier who has seen the worst that the world has to offer. Max knew those eyes. She saw them everyday, saw them in Logan, in Zack, and, most chillingly of all, in herself.

AN: So here's the Official first chapter of The Soldier Priest. I hope you enjoyed it. Check back in the next couple of days for the next chapter.

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Til Next Time,

Regal

Up Next in The Soldier Priest:

Chapter Two: A Strange Meeting