AN: In this story, Jamie's baby is the product of a rape by Dr. Wynn. I just couldn't see her working with her uncle, especially since in the producer's cut, she's raped by him. Other versions state that Jamie was artificially inseminated with Michael's sperm. I don't even want to go into that. So I'm taking liberties.

This is it. This is it. This is it. The words kept repeating in Jamie's mind. When she failed to die all those years ago, Jamie had started trying to get to the bottom of whatever caused Michael's rage. The mysterious Dr. Wynn, whose rape resulted in her son, now called Stephen, was the leader of a cult who believed that there had to be a child who killed his whole family in order to maintain peace in the world. Michael was branded by their mark, the rune Thorn. He wasn't the only one bearing the mark. When the group created the curse, they had no idea that it would continue through the family. They had cursed another child, Danny, who lived in the Strode house. They wouldn't have needed to bother if they'd realized at the time that Jamie bore the mark as well. It was the way she was able to communicate with her uncle via telepathy. It was the way she knew that the cult of Thorn were about to bring the curse to fruition again, this time, through Danny.

Jamie knew that she had to stop that before it happened. The curse kept her invulnerable to harm, a sort of supernatural protection of a potential chosen one. Only one person, however, could be afflicted by the rage and madness, the evil. Michael was the one who had to bear that now. For the moment, Jamie's spell broke the control it had over him. She knew it was still there, and that it could overpower him. She knew that he would stay with her, trying to kill her in every and any way imaginable, if that happened. She shuddered. Michael, under the control of the curse, would not stop until she was dead. Since he couldn't kill her, the horror of what could happen wasn't lost on her.

Michael could, however, lead her to the rest of Myers. She had to find them, and make sure she was the only one. Jamie sat there with Michael, speaking softly to him, coaxing him. In a way, she was facing the six-year-old Michael, a little boy with thoughts he couldn't explain. She knew those thoughts. She had once stabbed her stepmother, caused by a combination of being in Michael's mind and her connection to the curse. She was looking at a man, whose last clear memory was of being a child. The rest were broken, unexplainable fragments of violence and anger. "Michael," Jamie said, "You need to listen to me. You know who I am. You know what you've done. You don't know why, but I'm going to explain that to you." Michael stared at her through the mask, bewildered. "Michael, I need your help. You have to help me stop this. I know it's hard, but I need you to be strong for me." Sitting with him on the floor, Jamie began to tell the man the story behind his memories.

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It was a long while before Jamie began to get through to Michael. There wasn't much by way of rationality in his mind. However, she had shown herself to be a figure Michael could follow. Michael didn't know much beyond following. When Jamie told him he needed to help her find the others, he obeyed. Michael's curse, ironically, was based in obediance. He obeyed the commands to kill. He'd first given in when he killed his older sister. It was years before it finally took control of him completely, and at 21, Michael had embarked on his quest to kill his family. The curse had started with that first kill. Dr. Loomis, by asserting control, had helped him to keep it at bay for 15 years. It was ironic that Dr. Loomis was so horrified by the boy, yet he was the one who had kept him from killing for so long. But there was only so much a man could do, and when it became too powerful, Michael just gave in.

It was how, days later, the two of them found themselves in Virginia. Michael had led her here; he'd known where John Tate was when he'd found Jamie. John had been next on the list. Jamie had stayed with Michael at every moment. If her spell broke, she had to be there to stop him before people died. And people would begin dying immediately. Now, they stood in front of a door to a tiny apartment. Jamie made Michael stand out of the way, took a deep breath, and knocked.

The young man who opened the door shocked her at first. She knew this was her brother, she'd discovered she'd had one in her research. A part of her was angry at first when she found out; her mother raised him, but had abandoned her and never looked for her again. She now realized that her mother was trying to protect her. Laurie Strode had never had any clue that Michael had found her baby girl. She'd given her up to keep her safe, and had presumed all these years that she was. When Dr. Loomis died, she lost any means of finding out, as she'd never even known where Jamie was sent. Dr. Loomis kept his contact with Laurie to an extreme minimum, and had never had the chance to tell her. Jamie had discovered Laurie had done the same with John after Michael found them. Her mother spent her last years in guilt, ironically thinking that she should have given her son up so that he'd have the life she thought Jamie had.

John Tate was surprised to find someone at his door. He kept so much to himself, that the only people who ever came around were Jehovah's Witnesses. This girl didn't look like she was here to preach the word of God. His suspicions were concerned when the girl looked him in the eye and asked, "John Tate?" John's heart felt like it had stopped. He stepped towards her and hissed, "How the hell do you know..." John cut off his own question when he spotted a large figure out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he felt like someone had struck him in the gut. Like a nightmare, John stared into the mask of Michael Myers.

"JESUS CHRIST!" John managed to yell. His shock was so great, he collapsed to the floor, but quickly regained his composure. He scurried across the floor into his apartment before he managed to get back on his feet. Terror and adrenaline raced through him. "Wait!" he heard the girl cry, but John wasn't listening. He made it into his bedroom and pulled the gun he kept by his bed, fully loaded, out of the side table. It wouldn't kill him, but it might slow him down enough so that he could get away. When he made it back into the living room, he saw the girl and Michael had entered and closed the door. He pointed the gun at Michael, who surprisingly jumped. The girl jumped in front of Michael, and John hesitated. Michael wasn't coming after him. He had someone with him, which is something his homicidal uncle would never have done. "Is this some kind of sick prank?" John asked angrily. He lowered the weapon slightly, confused. "No," the girl replied. Taking her companion's hand, she led him to the sofa, where he sat. She then sat down beside him. She motioned for John to do the same. At this point, John knew this couldn't be his uncle. Some of his fear abated, but he wasn't sitting down all the same. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You think it's funny to dress someone up like this and bring him here? What kind of sick fuck are you?" John asked, his voice growing louder. The man in the mask seemed frightened, and the girl placed a hand on his back comfortingly. It would have been funny if it wasn't so twisted. "Who are you two?" John asked. They knew who he was, and he wanted to know how. "This is Michael Myers, believe me," the girl said. John raised his gun at the two again. The girl sighed. "He's not going to hurt you. He hasn't hurt me, and I've been with him for weeks," she said. "I need your help. If you'll let me explain things, I'll tell you what's going on and how we're here."

John smirked angrily. "That's not Michael Myers. If that was Michael Myers, he'd already have tried to kill me. Like he killed my friends, my family, and my MOTHER!" John yelled. "It's Michael whether you want to believe it or not. If you'll calm down, we can get somewhere," the girl said. "Really?" John asked sarcastically. "And who the hell are you that "Michael Myers" here hasn't carved you up yet?"

"My name is Jamie Lloyd. Michael is my uncle, which also makes me your older sister."