Time Twister, Chapter 4. See Chapter 1 for Disclaimers.

Nick was glad he had gained Connor's confidence, because he never would have been able to hack into the personnel records by himself.

But there it all was; the life of Jenny Lewis. The file held information on her parents, grandparents, schools, college, jobs, everything. Cutter studied it all, convinced that there was something in Jenny's history that would give him a clue. And then he found it. Elated, he dialled the first number that came to mind, the only number that came to mind. It was only when Stephen answered the call that Cutter remembered how many things had changed and how many things were different.

"His Master's Voice," said Helen, lazily enjoying the feel of real sheets for once. She knew Stephen would protest, would bluster that he was no lap-dog, and then would join her in the bed, his bed. It was inevitable; she'd made sure of that. She watched through the mirror as Stephen held up his phone, even breathed Nick's name, and then Stephen turned away, crushed, as the caller hung up. Helen allowed herself a metaphorical pat on the back. Hell, she was good! And she stretched, rubbing herself sinuously against the cotton fibre, ignoring the pain from her injury, turned onto her back and then swept the duvet down her body. Her eyes crinkled in triumph as Stephen's eyes followed her every move and she could see him swallow, nervously.

"Did you miss me, baby?" she said huskily.

Hart glanced between his phone and the woman in his bed. "No."

"What was that, sweetie?" Helen purred, still undulating her hips.

Hart's expression solidified, his eyes hardened, "No, I didn't miss you, Helen. "

Helen chuckled. "Ah, you say that now..."

"And I'll say it again, Helen. I did not grieve when you disappeared, I was glad. Glad! You hear me?!"

Helen froze in place. She was suddenly, acutely aware of her nakedness. And she was equally aware that this encounter was not going to plan. Slowly she slid off the bed, clutching the duvet, and took a tentative step forward.

Stephen backed away from her, "I'm going in to work. Be gone by the time I get back." He turned on his heel and left.

Helen sank back onto the bed with a frustrated snort. No one left her and got away with it. People played by her rules, or they didn't play at all.

TBC