I want to thank all of the people who have reviewed and waited patiently for the next part of this story. You guys ROCK! also, a special thanks to my Beta Ari, who has never seen an episode of Sanctuary and has listened to my long rants and explinations on why this is the coolest show on television right now. Once again I own nothing here, I just play with the characters and make them do things that the actual writers would never put in the show. Raise you hand if you think that Helen and John need a kissing (or smut...) scene?

*Raises both hands and jumps up and down*

And now on with the next chapter

Helen's hand flew to Jon's neck again in a vain attempt to find a pulse, it had been almost two minutes since Kate had shot him and they were running out of time. She felt Kate's eyes on her as she took the defibrillator paddles and got them ready.

"Tell me again why you're trying to bring a homicidal maniac back to life?"

Helen couldn't fault Kate for what she had done; there was little doubt in her mind that John would have killed her without remorse if she hadn't shot him first. Her voice was steady as she answered her question, but the guilt she felt more than made up for the unreadable expression on her face.

"It's more about compulsion that murder. I set him up for this, letting him loose on the Cabal. He knew I'd find out about his activities sooner or later. He wanted me to kill him but something changed his mind."

Kate shot her an incredulous look as Helen placed the paddles on John's chest.

"No offense, but you guys got a seriously messed up relationship."

"It's complicated." Helen bit back. "Charge the defibrillator." Her gaze flew to John's face as she shocked him; a twisted hope grew in her eyes as she searched his face for any signs of life. The first two shocks did nothing and Helen began to silently pray, something she hadn't done since Ashley had died.

"Please don't do this." She whispered as she shocked him a third time.

Helen quickly let go and jumped back as a power surge took over the room. She watched a bolt of electricity jump from the paddles to strike the computer, John's body arching in pain as they continued to send electricity through his body. A moment later it was over and he dropped down to the bed, angry red burns adorning his chest around the paddles. Helen quickly pulled them away and placed a finger to his neck to check for a pulse, relief flooded her as she watched John's chest slowly rising with each new breath and felt a slow but steady thrum against her fingers.

A sharp alarm blared from the computer and Kate's voice brought her out of the zone she was in. There was a problem in the infirmary.

"The Empath on oxygen." She realized, "It's gone off line; we need to get her back here as soon as possible." Helen's hand flew down to the walkie on her hip and she quickly instructed Will to bring the woman to the emergency room and get her taken care of. Henry's voice came on line less than a moment later.

"Doc, I need to do a major systems reboot. Can you live without your med services for a few nano-seconds?"

"Do it." She ordered, her gaze going to Kate as everything went off line. "Kate, go and make sure we didn't have any breaches in abnormal containment. We won't have full security until Henry's reboot is complete."

"You're cool hanging out with Jack the Ripper?" The concern in Kate's eyes made up for her sarcastic tone.

"He's no danger to anyone right now."

As soon as Kate left the O.R. Helen's gaze went back to John. Her statement hadn't been as honest as she had hoped. It was true that John couldn't hurt anyone physically in the state he was in, but the danger wasn't to her life as much as it was to her heart.

She watched him breathe for a moment before turning to see if the computer was back on line yet. She clenched her fists to try and bring herself under control; she couldn't afford to let her emotions get in the way right now. John's voice pulled her back from the edge.

"Helen," He whispered and she spun around to look at him. His eyes were barely open as he tried to look at her. "I don't know why… I feel so strange."

"I know you wanted this to end more quickly," She said, her eyes soft and sad as she looked at him. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Why did you bring me back?" he asked her, the pain he felt evident in his voice. She stared at him for a moment, unsure of the answer herself.

In the end it didn't matter, John fell unconscious before she could begin to formulate an answer. Less than a moment later she was sitting next to him with a syringe filled with her own blood, prompted by a compulsion she didn't understand to end his pain. She gently rolled up his sleeve and gave him the injection, her eyes going to his face as she quickly sorted him to rights.

Moments later Will rolled the Empath into the room and she quickly set up a new oxygen feed, forcing herself to ignore the look that Will was giving her. As soon as the Empath was stable her attention went back to the recovering man on the bed.

He was alert again and watching her as she walked towards him, his expression thoughtful as she helped him off the bed and handcuffed his wrists together.

"What now Helen?" He asked as she picked up her gun, the absence of pain told him that she had given him the one thing that would make him recover so fast. She ignored his question and told him to move. His feet seemed to know where she wanted him to go, the almost silent sound of their footsteps was the only sound he heard as they walked towards the Schu.

Helen walked him into his cell, her unwavering voice breaking the silence.

"The EM shield is at full strength, attempt to teleport and you will die."

"I understand." He whispered as he walked further into the room.

"This is my fault John. I should never have believed that you could change. That you had changed."

John's shoulders tensed at her words and she hated herself for believing that her faith in him would be enough. She couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice as she asked him the one thing that had been plaguing her mind for hours.

"How many have there been since…"

"Since you let me back in?" he supplied, his voice low and emotionless. "Does it matter?" He heard her take in a shaky breath before turning to face her accusations.

"You've been killing again, and not just Cabal remnants." Her eyes followed him as he slowly walked the length of the room.

"Does it matter that I never wanted it to begin again? That I tried to stop Helen? I tried."

Helen's heart broke as he turned to face her again; the almost dead expression on his face tore into her.

"This is Whitechapel all over again." She said as she tried to fight her tears. John's gaze was unsettling and she pulled herself back under control.

"I'm arranging for your transfer to a secure facility out of the country." Her hand disappeared into her pocket for a moment before she tossed him the key to the handcuffs. "You're far too dangerous to ever be free again."

John looked down at the key and stared at it as if he couldn't believe that she would unshackle him. A sudden flickering of the light quickly drew his attention and he watched Helen spin towards the rapidly closing door to see what was happening. She quickly went to the control panel and entered her security code with no result. She spun around to face John and watched him with a wary eye as he stared her down; her hand was tense on her gun as she watched him contemplate his next move.

He slowly looked down at his hands and made short work of the handcuffs before turning to set them on the table, turning back to Helen as she raised her gun.

"Stay exactly where you are." She ordered as she brought her walkie up to her mouth, her voice sharp as she tried to get in touch with her people. Nerves attacked Helen as she received no reply; the gun lowering slightly as she reached for her cell phone to check for a signal. Her gaze snapped back to John as he a step towards her and she quickly raised the gun again.

"Do not even think about teleporting," she warned, rocking back on her heals as he continued slowly forward. "The EM shield stays active in lock down mode."

"I have no intention of escaping" he told her, stopping under the light. "I will answer for my actions."

"Don't try me John." She told him, unable to break her gaze away from his.

"I'm quite serious Helen… Something has changed."

Heat flooded her body as her mind flashed back to the moment he had pinned her to the wall.

"Stop." She commanded as he took another step towards her, the gun wavering slightly in her grip.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to help." His gaze was disarming.

"Stop talking." She snapped. "On your knees, hands where I can see them."

He slowly lowered himself and looked back up at Helen.

"Better?" He whispered.

Helen couldn't tear her eyes away from his; something in the way he was looking at her was making it hard to breath. The lights flickered for a moment, plunging them into sudden darkness and then blaring back to life; their gazes never wavered from each other.

"This really is none of my doing," he said, "otherwise, why would I still be here?"

"Accidental or not, I will shoot you if you give me reason." Her voice was thick with emotion and her hand tensed on the weapon.

"That is very clear."

Helen took a deep breath before forcing herself to look around the room, trying to piece everything together.

"None of this makes any sense!" She thought out loud before looking back at John. "Lockdown shouldn't cut off our communications or jam our radio and phone signals. Henry's overrides must not be working." She averted her gaze and tensed with worry.

"Helen, I know there's no good time but I need you to understand something." The lights flickered again.

"What is this?" Helen asked, fright and frustration in her voice.

"It's as if a part of me has been severed."

She shot him a confused look before the old intercom system blared to life behind her, the big guys voice filled with static as he tried to make contact.

"Can anyone hear me?" He growled.

"Yes, I can. Where are you?" Helen's voice was borderline hysterical.

"Elevator."

"There's been a malfunction in the security system. I need assistance." She had to get away from John. His eyes were haunting her.

"You're not the only one."

A moment later they were all connected and trying to figure out what was going on. Helen kept her gun pointed at John as they talked, not trusting him to stay on the ground. His eyes followed her as she shifted her weight, the lines of her body tense as they discussed what was happening. After a moment of debate Will started on to something.

"You know, this all started right after Henry rebooted the entire system. Everything was fine and then-"

"The system overloaded. It must have damaged the automated commands running the sanctuary." It was a possible scenario and one that they could counter given enough time. Helen's attention snapped back to John as he got to his feet and she tensed up again.

"Helen when you revived me…"

"The overload." Realization dawned on Helen. "The massive energy surge."

"I feel different. Purged." His voice was quiet.

"It came from you." Disbelief colored her tone.

"I think so." He said sadly.

Helen had no idea what it meant but she had an idea on how to see if he was right. She quickly instructed Henry to shock the electrical panel. If her theory was correct then this experiment would prove it.

The lights flickered again and Helen got her answer. There was an electrical based abnormal lose in the Sanctuary.

I realize that this chapter is almost exactly like the episode, but it was a necessary step to get to the next capter.

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