Magnus didn't sleep that night. She had returned to her rooms, cleaned herself up without disturbing her lovely new cut and patch job her protégé had done and settled down on top of the covers with a good book in her hand. She must have dosed off because she woke to the sound of her doorknob turning and rattling.

Reaching to her side she pulled out the gun she always kept in place there. She held it with both hands tightly, her right index finger pulling slightly on the trigger and her left hand holding her right for support and steadiness. She was wide awake and tense when the door finally swung open to reveal John, holding her protégé forcefully against him with a silver blade to the young man's throat. She could already see drops of blood dribbling down into Will's collar and he did not make one move or struggle against John's iron hand and body.

"John." Her voice was steady, which seemed to surprise her considering the dreams and waking moments he had been plaguing her with.

"Helen, look what I found lurking around in the dark hallways." His voice was higher pitched, he was pleased with himself, she knew and there was little she could do. Will was basically blocking John's entire body, by shooting the Ripper anywhere, young William's throat was sure to be slit.

"What do you want?" She still had yet to move from her spot of the bed, half laying and half reclining against the pillows. Her legs free from blankets, but confined because she didn't want to lose her shot.

John pulled his hand closer to Will's neck and the boy winced, his eyes then glued to Magnus'. "Just you, my love, only and always, just ever you."

"What could you possibly want with me?" She was trying to silently communicate with Will, but he wasn't paying attention, too focused on fear perhaps? Although, it was not like him to be consumed by one emotion.

It was then that she saw John tense his muscles; he was getting ready to slice through the skin. "John!" But it was too late. Will's neck was cut and she fired her weapon in an instant, hitting her target of John's shoulder as he turned into the young man he had just killed.

Magnus stood quickly and made her way to the two men lying on her floor. She had missed John's shoulder and had caught him in the neck, odd. Laying fingers against Will's bloodied neck she felt no pulse. She closed her eyes for a moment gathering strength before she reached to do the same to other.

As she leaned over him, her knees rocked against the ground to support her movement and weight, John reached out and flung her onto her back, knife pressed firmly into her jugular now. He pulled her weapon from her fingers, prying it away and shuffling it across the floor until it landed under her bed.

She was breathing heavily. This was it, he was angry beyond recourse and there was nothing she could do this time to talk him out of anything. She drew in another gasp of air, feeling the blade dig in because of the expansion in her lungs and throat as the air passed through her. "John," she calmed her voice, added a soft sob hoping her weakness might reach him in this state.

"My love," his lips were on hers and she couldn't help herself. She was responding to him. His hand slid up her side, her flesh heated in its wake and she moaned into his mouth. This was disgusting, what was she doing. It was then that she noticed his body was completely covering his, one of his hands roaming freely over her, the other still keeping the sharp end of the blade tight against her.

"John, stop."

"No."

"John! Stop it this instant." His hand was cupping her under her silk pants and his fingers were nudging into her. Magnus tried to buck her body against him but John held firmly. There was nothing she could do. He was fully inside her now, her pants around her ankles and John, thrusting into her unmoving and lax body. A salty drop slipped out of the corner of her eye when she turned her head and saw Will's cold eyes staring open at her.

"Magnus!" The voice was coming from the radio she always kept on her night stand. Turning her head she heard it again. "Magnus!" It was Will!

She held the button down and pressed her lips to it, "Yes?" Was that her voice? Scratching and deep?

"Sally needs you; she says it's real important and couldn't wait until your rounds."

She glanced at the watch she laid carefully next to her radio before settling in to read it read 8:00. Apparently she had more than dosed off.