Here we are, another Sunday. Joy of bloody joys... Excuse my foul mood but I'm feeling like rubbish and have written nothing all weekend. I'll stop raging now and let you enjoy this one, it's rather fun I think. And yes, many of you guessed who our mystery guest was but I think this chapter will make some of the Rose haters a little more friendly towards her :P

Snaps for Emmy and her super quick beta. And for allowing me to rage all weekend. And for writing me smut that is vaguely political. Also, I just need to put out there, ew for the election...

xx

With a high pitched wail, Rosie threw herself across the room, grabbing John by the throat before anyone had even realised who had come through the door. She wasn't tall enough to hold him above the ground but it was plain to see the force with which she held him, nails digging into his skin.

"Give me one reason," she roared at him, hand tightening.

"Rose STOP!" Helen yelled, finally realising what was going on.

John spluttered, hands clawing ineffectually at the girl before him. He tried to speak but Rosie's hand tightened around his throat, cutting off what little air he had access to.

With a growl, she flung him across the room and he fell to the floor, rolling until he hit the wall. He struggled to his feet eyeing off the still fuming woman.

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear last time we met Jack, you are to stay away from me and the others," she ordered drawing herself up to her full height. She spoke with authority and in a way that made the others shiver.

"I.." he croaked out.

"No!" she bellowed, voice getting closer to normal. Her claws had disappeared and her eyes were back to their normal brown but her body was still shaking. "You broke the terms of our agreement and-"

"Rose, stop… please," Helen said, making to rush towards the pair but Rosie flicked her gaze to the other woman, making her slide across the room until she was pinned against the furthest wall.

"Please," Helen called an unnatural note of fear in her voice. Rosie spun on her heel to face Helen, nothing but rage in her eyes. The two shared a long moment of silent conversation, Helen clearly pleading with her friend.

Slowly, as not to provoke her wrath again, John heaved himself upright before sidling away from her. By the time he was standing in front of the window, his entire body was shaking with rage, eyes glued to the young woman with her back to him.

He won't harm any of us. Not while you are here. The beast in him is smart enough to know that.

There are no guarantees Helen. He deserves to die if not for the crimes he has committed then for the threat he presents.

Please. I… Please, Rose.

…

With a guttural growl, Rose rolled her eyes and spun on heel to face John. Her body was once again completely human but she looked to be a very angry human indeed. In three quick steps she crossed the room, stopping just in front of him. She smiled cruelly as he recoiled slightly. There was a pause as she appraised him and then, her face creasing in anger, she pulled a fist back. Her punch landed in the middle of his stomach with a sickening crack, forcing him to double over. Quick as anything, her free hand grabbed his shoulder.

"That?" she hissed angrily. "Was for Rome." With that she released him, shoving him harshly so that he fell back against the window seat. Turning away from him, eyes shining she stalked back to Nikola's side, hovering just behind him protectively. The others were all on their feet now, staying back to avoid whatever confrontation was approaching.

Nikola smirked down at her but, before he could say anything, she growled, eyes still fixed on John.

"Don't even start," she threatened and with an even wider grin Nikola complied, raising an eyebrow at John who was still breathing heavily.

"Ya think she's gonna jump him too?" Kate muttered to Will.

Rosie's answering snarl made Kate take a step back.

"Sorry," Kate said sheepishly, inching behind Will in case she needed a human shield.

Rose snarled softly before turning her attention back to John.

"Thank you," Helen said unsteadily as she walked forwards, instinctively moving towards Rose. John's eyes were flashing dangerously and Helen knew from experience that Rose was one of the few people who could frighten the beast within John enough to render him all but powerless.

"Know that I did it for you and only you," Rosie breathed, still not looking away from John. There was a pause as everyone absorbed the last few minutes before Rosie spoke again, her voice now much calmer.

"Care to tell us why you're here, Jacky boy?" she asked softly, gently pulling on Nikola's shoulder so that they could stand side by side.

"Rose," Helen warned, noticing the anger brewing in John's steely glare.

"I can handle myself, thank you," Rosie said smoothly as she stepped forward just enough that she was in front of the whole group.

Rose. Stop. He would have come here only if he had to.

What? I've only asked him a question.

Rose…

Fine…

"John, stop looking so terrified and come take a seat. Helen thinks I'm losing my manners," Rose said smoothly, plopping down onto the nearest seat.

Everyone turned to look at her, perplexed at the sudden change in demeanour.

"If he acts up, I can always kill him later," she said simply with a shrug of her shoulders.

Rose!

I think Helen might be displeased with you if you do that my dear. Not that I'd stop you.

She's not serious, is she?

Oh god, the Doc looks like she's about to shoot someone…

Damn that girl is good…

Please, Rose. I'm sorry.

"Your concern is touching, really but you can all rest your pretty little minds. I won't kill him unless I have to," she said softly, looking everyone in the eye.

Don't give me reason John.

I'll do my best.

Rose chuckled as she crossed her legs. Slowly, John made his way over, taking the seat as far away from Rose as possible.

"Sit," Rose said and all the others complied. Her face twitched in annoyance as Helen sat next to John but otherwise she kept her cool.

"Now, Jac- John, why are you here?"

"The same reason as you I'd think," he answered smoothly.

"The vampires? You know about them?" Will asked, looking between the silent immortals.

"Heard it through the grape vine," John said sedately.

There was a pause as Rose and John stared into each other's eyes before Rose let out a soft hum.

"Good to see you're up to date," she said with a brief nod in his direction. "You could actually prove quite useful."

"I try," he said dryly. "But I'm afraid I won't be able to teleport you there-"

"No, I know that. And you're right," she interjected, waving away his explanation. "We can fly and meet you there," she said, throwing him a quick smile.

"But don't you think it'll be a tad suspicious," John said, leaning forward. His discomfort was clear but the fact that he was enthralled was also and that was something that frightened Helen to the core. John was never calm and quite unless the prospect of… She refused to even think it.

"It's the best chance we've got if we want to maintain at least a modicum of an upper hand," Rose said firmly.

"Wait!" Helen interjected, holding up a hand. "Rose, while I'm glad you've stopped trying to kill John, can you please go back and explain? The rest of us have no idea what you're talking about."

"The vampires. They're in Serbia."

The room fell silent.