Author's notes: Ok a little explanation, as I mentioned before this is completely a Sanctuary remix of Repo: The Genetic Opera. Basically the entire story of Repo squeezed into the Sanctaury universe. With that said there are some liberties I'm taking with the characters, but I'll try explaining them as best I can. First: John's rise to power. He is replacing the character of Rotti Largo from Repo, in the movie Rotti Largo is the founder of GeneCo, and all that jazz. Now, logistically John wouldn't really be the head of the Sanctuary Network, but in this little universe he rose to power due to the fact that he was the last of The Five, since Nikola has disappeared, that will all become clear in a moment, and probably due to some bribing and powerful persuasion. "The Cure" he's created will make sense later on. Second: The team. They are replacing Rotti Largo's children Luigi (Will), Amber Sweet (Kate) and Pavi (Henry). Because of this I had to make them a little screwy in the brain, which might make them seem out of character. Third: Mermaid Sally. She's been turned human, how? I don't know. She's replacing the character Blind Mag, a woman who was blind but was given sight by Rotti Largo, going into his service as the Prima Donna for the Genetic Opera. I needed a character that was close to Magnus in this respect, and I couldn't use Kate, she will come into play later in the story. I hope this clears some things that I couldn't necessarily write into the story. If you're thinking this is all on crack, you should watch the movie, mine actually makes a bit more sense…mostly cause I'm not writing it as an opera. *shrugs* Enjoy!
Chapter 3 – Shae
The girl cracked her eyes open to a familiar sight. It was her bedroom. She sat up straight, a small bit of confusion clouding her thoughts. She could've sworn she was dead.
The door opened and a man stepped in.
"Dad?" she asked quietly.
"It's alright, dear," he said coming over to the edge of the bed, ducking under the canopy. "You had a small attack, nothing severe, you should've taken your medicine, it's why I built the indicator for you," hee sat on the edge of the bed and checked her over.
"Was-Wasn't I outside?" she ran a hand through her dark hair.
"No, honey you weren't," he said with a small smile.
"But I remember-"
"You weren't…you just forgot to take your meds," he stopped her as he took a small blood sample from her arm.
"It didn't feel like a dream! Who would dream up something like that!" she persisted.
"Shae, my dear, you would be surprised what the mind cooks up," he looked at her with his dull blue-grey eyes.
"But this was different, I've had nightmares before, but nothing like this," she looked at him with her sparkling blues.
"It was just a dream, let it go," he said calmly standing up. "You scared me to death this time, please be more mindful Shae, sometimes you get lost in an idea and just go to hell with it."
"I'm sorry, Dad," she mumbled.
"Don't apologize, just take your medication," he sighed.
"I know," she looked down at her fingers.
"Since your mother's passing, you are all I have left, if I have to bullwhip you to keep you alive, I will," he said half-jokingly and Shae let out a small laugh getting up from the bed to follow him.
"I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time," she came up to him and put her hand on his arm.
"I know you will, I'm just a father with a spirited girl for a daughter," he sighed and patted her hand affectionately. "You are so much like your mother."
"No I'm not," she pulled back her hand and sat on the old toy chest at the foot of her bed.
"Well, looks wise maybe, you're attitude distinctly come from me," he chuckled and walked over to a small tray with a glass of water on it and he dropped in a small pill.
"Can't I be my own person? Does everything I say or do have to come from something 0r someone?" she huffed crossing her arms.
"Well, you have your own name, does that help?" he teased.
"No," she glared at him flatly.
He laughed slightly.
"Oh, when did you grow up and lose your sense of humor, when you were twelve you would've laughed, damn puberty," he sighed sitting beside her.
"Dad! Don't be vulgar!" she smacked his shoulder.
"Fine I'll keep it G-Rated for the peanut gallery, here drink this," he handed her the glass and she looks at it.
"Why couldn't I have gotten your genetics instead of hers, then I wouldn't be sick," she said sadly.
"We can't choose who we are on the inside, Shae, just like we can't choose who we come from," he moved a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
"So basically we're screwed," she sighed.
"You know, life's a bitch and all those good sayings," he chuckled.
"I wonder how you can deal, knowing that I'll be dead before you are," she looked at him sadly.
"It means I have to enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, you're the world to me Shae," he kissed her forehead before standing up. "Now get some rest, I have some patients to attend to, work goes on as usual, I'll be back to check on you as soon as I can."
"Alright, have fun," she teased slightly.
"Oh you know I will," he teased back before stepping through the door.
She heard him enter the code to lock the door and she sighed.
She hated being confined in this room, like a prisoner, a prisoner in her own home. Trapped by fear and the past.
She looked at the picture of her mother on the mantle of the fireplace in her room. There were lots of pictures on the mantle, most of her and her father through the years, all surrounding one of her mother. It had been up there for as long as she can remember and neither she nor her father had the heart to take it down. So it stayed there, gathering dust, smiling tauntingly at her.
"Thanks for the disease, mom," she sighed and turned away.
She went back to her bed and flopped down on it, she looked at the stuffed bear leaning against the pillows.
"Don't look at me like that Mr. Bearington," she turned him around so he wasn't facing her.
She wanted to go outside, she wanted to make friends, see the Opera; experience life outside the walls of her home. But the disease that infected her mother infects her and she hated it, hated the way her father looked at her in a fond remembrance; hated the resemblance she bore to her.
Shae sat up and moved over to the window and watched. She could se the massive screens projecting commercial after commercial for NSN. She could just hear Sally's voice from the Opera. It was so beautiful; everything beyond this house seemed more beautiful simply because it was new and exciting.
~~~~Druitt Tower~~~~
John looked at the screen's frozen image.
It was her no doubt of it. He knew, like instinct.
She had the same eyes, same hair, same face.
It was unmistakable. How could he keep he existence hidden? What gave him the right to lie about this?
After all these years…
John growled low in his throat.
How he hated that man…how he dreamed of the one day he would be destroyed, out of his sight forever.
Nikola Tesla had been nothing but a pain for the century or so that they had known each other. When he overstepped his boundaries and took Helen from him that was the last straw.
Now he had her, the one thing that would destroy Nikola once and for all. His daughter.
John smiled to himself.
"Prepare my ride," he ordered over the comm.
"Right away sir," came a voice from the other end.
John grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger by the door and threw it over his shoulders, getting into the elevator, descending down the many floors of the tower that had become his home.
"I'll keep them guessing," he muttered to himself.