Will let her rest for the remainder of the evening and, even, the remainder of the week. She was not on active duty anyway due to her injuries so he didn't have to fight with her on that. Magnus was stuck in her office, filing and recording and working solely on paperwork, conflict management and administrative duties.

When she didn't come to him after five days, Will decided to take the initiative. He opened her office door, knowing that she wouldn't be on any conference call or in any type of meeting. She had inadvertently kept her office door shut to ward off the people who would come seeking her, or more specifically, Will, who she knew would want to fix the problem she had revealed. It was an unconscious gesture that she had managed to miss, but he had not. "Magnus, I am scheduling you in for mandatory sessions." He was strong in his conviction to her, knowing that he would not take no for an answer in any way shape or form.

"I thought you might." She stopped for a moment, gathering herself together. "When shall we begin?" He had shut the door behind him, and she knew that they would be beginning now, but at the same time felt that she should give him the option. Instead of giving her an answer, since he could read she already knew it, he waved his hand in front of him, signaling her to begin. She huffed, "I don't see why this is necessary, honestly. I told James everything."

"Did you?"

Magnus sighed and leaned back into her chair, knowing he would sit opposite her. Sometimes he knew her too well, "Only that which was necessary. James needed to know what John was capable of and I made sure that he did."

"Did you tell him you were raped?"

Magnus paused, her head turning to the side to look out the window. "It was his right." Will wisely kept silent and waited for her to continue. "At least it was in those times." She glanced back over to him quickly before fiddling with a pen she found on her desk. "I was an anomaly, an abnormality. I believe that John thought he could tame me."

"Tame you."

"Maybe not at first. At first I think he loved me, but he changed." She closed her eyes before staring at the shiny metal pen in her hands. The sun reflected off it and sent a bolt of light into her eyes.

She was standing naked in front of John. He had profusely apologized for hitting her and kissed her bruised ribcage until she was giggling at the stupidity of it all. He claimed he would never harm her again and pressed his lips to her abdomen that was pooching out slightly. She hadn't told him yet, but she was sure he would be happy with her pregnancy. Brushing fingers through his hair she grinned and leaned down to him letting her lips meet his passionately.

"John, love."

"Yes, darling?" His deep voice drawled it out and she smiled knowing he did it on purpose to heat her cheeks.

She took his hand then in hers and pressed it firmly against her stomach. "We're going to have a baby." He started at that. Suddenly, she was unsure of his reaction. His eyes had grown cold and hard.

"This isn't the time, Helen. You need to be rid of it."

She stepped back from him, grabbing for her nightgown and threw it over her head. "What do you mean, John?"

"We're not married, love. We're not even engaged; what will people say? And with my illness, this is hardly the time for us to bring a child into the world. There will be other children, I promise. But you must be rid of this." He was firm and unmoving in his decision and she was sure that she would have no input into the matter.

"I will not." Helen had decided to stand her ground. Her mother had given birth to only one child and with her training she knew it was rare for women in her family to conceive; she would not lose this because it simply wouldn't be proper. Since when had she done anything proper?

John stood towering over her, his face menacing in the candle and fire light. "This is not up for debate, Helen."

"I will not." She repeated only to have his hand connect harshly with her face. She paused for a moment. "I will find another solution."

"And if you don't?"

She hesitated, but only for a moment, "I will be rid of it."

"When I'm better, then we'll marry and have many children. We'll fill this house with them." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips. Helen didn't move into him.

"About that, I've been thinking. I might have a cure for illness."

"Yes?"

Helen sat on the bed and began to take him through her thought process and thinking that had led her to the conclusion that her blood would be the cure.