You haven't heard the last of this, we will get what you owe which is even more than before.
Edward Dawson stared at the note, first confused, then as much as he hated it, starting to feel afraid. Had something happened with the plans he'd carefully arranged with Culshaw? Had the attack failed? But no, that wasn't possible! To make matters worse, he was certain he was being very closely monitored. The guards seemed a hell of a lot more watchful when he was in the exercise yard, he didn't get a second's privacy, they followed him everywhere.
Edward had tried his best to check the news, but of course, that was closely monitored and there was nothing about the attack in the little he did see. This made him angry. He needed someone to tell him exactly what'd happened, but the damn guards were always too close! As he thought about it, he started to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Did that mean it had indeed failed, and the cops were onto him and Culshaw? But how? How on earth had that happened? That would explain the increased security. God, he hoped not.
Sighing, he knew exactly what he had to do, but that didn't mean he wanted to. He would have to make a phone call to Jason Banks, his top attorney he was paying a fortune for. If Banks didn't sort this for him and fast, he'd be emptying his bank by suing him for every dollar he had. He thought of his last visit with Adam, before his son's death. He'd warned his son to back off, Adam hadn't listened, and now he was dead. But surely, that couldn't, wouldn't happen twice? He would not face death if he pursued her. Some of his words to Adam hit him then, making him reconsider. "She's too hot, leave well enough alone. There are millions of women out there, take another to be your toy, but not her!" That would mean however that Michael Myers was still at the very least in contact with the bitch. Surely that wasn't the case. It had been just a Smith's Grove fling; Michael Myers didn't care about anyone. He'd probably just fucked Hayward while she was there, now wanted to kill her! Yet, and yet… It took Edward Dawson a long time to get to sleep that night.
…
"Oliver," Danielle said, as they started their second course. "If I can ask, tell us a bit about your family?"
Oliver grinned. "I always try and avoid those questions, because my wife's name is Joy Hope Cutter."
"Oh, no!" Everyone bar Michael groaned.
"Exactly," Oliver laughed.
"Could be worse," Colin said. "It could have been Daisy Cutter!"
"Yes, heard that one many times," Oliver winked at Colin.
"Why didn't you take her Surname?" Dave asked, grinning at the CEO.
"I offered, but she was adamant, she wanted to be a Cutter. We have two children, a boy named Stan and girl named Rebecca."
"Oliver Cutter, not my bread and butter," Colin said, and everyone groaned again.
"Terrible!" Oliver laughed.
"Yeah, but don't anger Mikey, or he'll get spikey," Colin added.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Everyone groaned.
"Jesus' babes, don't write poetry for your day job!" Jodie said fervently. Michael raised his notepad, and those who could see him were certain he smiled, even as he rolled his eyes.
Mikey will indeed get spikey if you call me or say that again!
Everyone laughed, Danielle nearly fell off her chair when Joanne read Michael's response to her.
"Jesus!" Nigel said. "That was… wow! You've got guts to say that to Michael Myers!" Michael rolled his eyes but smiled at Nigel.
"I couldn't resist," Colin smirked. "Wanted to say that for ages!"
It was terrible.
"It was," Joanne guffawed. "But it was also very funny!"
Michael tried to look annoyed, but it didn't work. "We see that smirk Myers," Dave teased his son-in-law.
…
"Ok," Oliver said, once they'd all finished. "That was gorgeous, thank you, Jodie, Nigel and for the invite, Mrs. Myers. I've figured out how you can thank Alan."
"I want it to be from all of us too," Danielle said, gesturing around the table.
"Of course, that's fine. Ok. So, have you heard of the formal praise court programme?"
"No," everyone bar Michael said together.
"It's a programme where when a Lawyer goes out of his way to do something for a person or business, they can be summoned to court on the pretence they are urgently needed. When they arrive, the Lawyer's family and/or friends are at the back in the public gallery, but he doesn't see them, as the Lawyers never look up there. He's brought up to the podium where the attorney stands when prosecuting or defending someone, and the judge starts to read everything the Lawyer has done for the person requesting this. The Lawyer has no idea where it's going, as that is also how a formal reprimand starts. The judge then informs everyone someone has something to say. At that point, the person or people who want to thank him come up, and make an impact statement, of a positive nature here, however. They thank the Lawyer for everything he has done and tell the court the story. After which, the judge presents the Lawyer with a trophy, and the company the Lawyer works for, unless they are self-employed, are reminded how lucky they are to have said lawyer, and most of the time they get a huge pay rise following this. It was brought in because lawyers are so often not given the credit they deserve. How does that sound, Danielle?"
"Amazing," Danielle said adamantly. "I would love to do that for him!"
"We would love to all be there," everyone said, as Michael nodded.
"Well, of course," Oliver smiled. "Danielle, would you be happy to make an impact statement to the court?"
"About everything Alan has done for Charlotte and me. Hell yes! I'd shout how much I love him from the rooftops!" Everyone smiled.
"Well, that's good. Because I have spoken to a high court judge, Gary Leason, who's based in Haddonfield court. He agrees your circumstances completely warrant this, he's a good man, Judge Leason. We can do it as soon as possible; it is also televised. That's how big these things are."
"Sounds fantastic," Dave said. "He deserves that and more." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Ok," Oliver said. "I will speak to Judge Leason tomorrow morning first thing, we can get it arranged for the very next day. Are you ok with being on live TV?"
"Yay, fifteen minutes of fame, Myers!" Jodie whistled. "Go for it, girl!"
Danielle grinned. "That's fine. I don't care if my biological parents see it. There's nothing they can or could do now anyway, my adoption is all done."
"Fair enough," Oliver smiled at her.
"Plus," Danielle continued. "I'm, we're, not doing this for me, we're doing it for Alan and Alan only."
"Good point," Oliver squeezed her hand now.
"Will you be there too, Oliver, Joanne?" Danielle asked. "If at all possible, I'd like Adam to be there too."
"We certainly will," Joanne and Oliver said together.
"Call him then Danielle," Oliver said. "Go ahead."
…So, she did, that very night. She explained to Hughes what Oliver had done for them, and how she really wanted him to be there in the court room in two days' time.
"Certainly," Hughes said. "Let me know the time, and I will be there."
"Thanks, Adam, you deserve to be there as much as we all do!"
"I didn't do much," Adam chuckled. "But thanks anyway."
…
That night, Danielle and Michael made love with an intensity she'd only experienced with him once, her wedding night. She hugged him close as they did so, not snuggling up for sleep until dawn was breaking.
"I love you, Michael Myers," Danielle murmured, kissing him passionately, as she gently pulled his ears.
I love you too, Danielle Myers.
Again, she noticed he didn't make any comment about her pulling his ears, once again completely serious. He simply wiggled them again. This reminded her of something she wanted to say to him.
"Darling, you don't need to be so… Protective of me in this house. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate and love it, but here, you don't need to. Relax babes, honestly." He sighed.
I just… Do it. I don't think about it, I can't help it. Ironic, I know. Once all I wanted was to kill, now I'd kill anyone who hurt you, or any of our family and friends, as you have already seen just yesterday. I just want to know you're safe, Danielle.
"I know that darling," she kissed him again. "I appreciate it, I do. But in my house, there's no one there you'd want to attack, no one there will hurt me, so please, just try and relax?" He hugged her close.
I will try, Danielle.
"That's all I can ask. Thanks, darling."
…
Just two days later, the family, (including Michael,) Joanne, Adam and Oliver were entering Haddonfield High Court. Danielle was embarrassed but could not deny she got a slight buzz, when she shook hands with High Judge Gary Leason himself.
"Hello Danielle," Judge Leason said, before lowering his voice. "Danielle Myers." She was mortified but couldn't stop a smile, when he put her hands on his suit and tie.
She gestured towards Michael, realising only afterwards it was pointless, of course, he'd be recognised, mask or no mask. Leason smiled, shaking the notorious serial killer's hand. Colin watched in awe, thinking what it could have been like if Michael had been on the other side of Leason's bench, being sentenced to death, probably. As if reading his thoughts, the judge spoke quietly.
"Well, I never. Who would've thought? The only time I thought I'd meet you, Mr. Michael Myers, would be when you were being sentenced to execution."
Colin couldn't help but chuckle. "I was just thinking that very thing," he admitted.
Leason smiled. "What I would suggest though, is you're at the back, Mr. Myers. Just… Just in case, mask or not."
"Good thinking," Dave nodded. "I'll sit with you, Michael."
Surely, you want to be at the front for your daughter.
"Man, she's got Colin, Emma and Jodie, I think they'll be just fine. Tim, Nigel and I will sit at the back with you. Don't want you to be alone back there."
"Right," Tim and Nigel smiled at Michael. Next moment, Michael raised his notepad to Judge Leason.
Nice to meet you, Judge Leason. Yes, I have no doubt I would have been in that dock, not so long ago and yes, you would have had me executed, of that I have no doubt.
Leason smiled at Michael too then. "Love does that," the others were sure the judge winked at the killer then, shaking his hand again. "Very nice to meet you, uh… Not out to kill us all, Michael Myers!" Everyone laughed, heading to their seats.
…
Alan Goodwin was tired, frustrated and irritated. All he wanted to do was get some sleep. The current capital case he was now on looked as though it was going to drag out for as long as the defence of the slimy little rat could make it. Goodwin had only ever wanted to see someone sentenced to death so badly once, and that was Scott Jameson, AKA Hammers. Well, he'd got his wish there but wasn't sure he'd be so lucky with this bastard. He just hoped to every God above and those who weren't, that the Jury were not buying the defences delaying, bullshit spouting and at times dirty tactics.
He'd just reached his driveway, when his work cell rang. He cursed. Never in his life had he been so tempted to ignore it. Shit he was tired! Grabbing it from the console of his car, it took everything he had to be professional.
"This is Alan Goodwin speaking?"
"Mr. Goodwin, this is Sharon Ray, the clerk of Haddonfield High Court." Goodwin's heart sank. This was not going to be good. "I'm afraid his Honour Judge Leason himself has requested you to attend, as a matter of urgency. Unfortunately, it cannot wait."
Judge Gary Leason himself. Fuck! If Goodwin refused the High Court Judge, it would not be good. "I…" he started, with no idea what he was about to say. I'm exhausted? I need sleep. Not likely. He tried to keep his sigh as quiet as possible before he spoke again. "Now, Madam Clerk?"
"Yes Mr. Goodwin, now, if you please."
Goodwin started his car, connecting his phone to hands free. "I'm on my way," he said simply, hanging up. Only then did he let his shout of frustration out, slamming his hand against the console. If he didn't sleep soon, he'd literally collapse.
When he reached the courthouse, he desperately tried to straighten his suit and tie, it looked as tired as he felt, before giving his hair a comb through. If this wasn't damn worth it, he'd be filing a complaint, Leason or no Leason.
"Mr. Goodwin," Sharon said, shaking his hand warmly. "Thank you for coming so fast, Counsellor. This way."
They entered the court room, which Goodwin saw to his shock was packed, the media were even present. What the hell? Had he walked in slap bang in the middle of a trial? Surely not?
"Counsellor," Judge Gary Leason's voice said from his bench, and Goodwin felt a shiver of… something run down his spine. What was going on? "Please could you come up to the podium?"
With his heart thumping surprisingly fast, although he wasn't sure why, Goodwin did as the judge directed, stepping up to the lectern. The room was completely silent.
"Mr. Alan Goodwin," Leason began. "Do you have any idea why you have been called here this morning?"
"No, your Honour," Goodwin said quietly, all too aware of the cameras and the packed room behind him. His personal feelings aside, he had to be careful and professional to the letter here. He'd stood here all too many times as a prosecuting attorney, but never like this, now, called in out of the blue just minutes before.
"Well, Counsellor, what if I were to say to you Danielle Avery? What if I were to say the amazing and large amount you have done for her and her family, purely out of the kindness in your heart? If I were to mention their stricken sister, girlfriend and daughter Charlotte? How you've gone above and beyond any duty to help them? But don't take it from me, they can tell you themselves."
Goodwin's mouth had fallen open, and he was still struggling to close it, as Danielle Myers walked up towards and into the witness stand facing him and was helped into her seat by a deputy.
"Good morning, Danielle," Leason said. Danielle had been told what to expect by Leason himself before they'd started. Oliver had been right. Gary Leason was indeed a good man."
"Good morning Your Honour," Danielle said, raising her head towards the microphone.
"I believe you have something you wish to say to Mr. Goodwin, who is standing right in front of you at the lectern. Plus, the rest of this court and watching audience?"
Now, Danielle did feel a flutter of nerves. This was it; she was here, this was really happening. "Yes, Your Honour."
"Then please," Leason smiled. "Go ahead."
Danielle had written brief notes to keep her thoughts on track, running them by a court Clerk who'd agreed they were perfect. Now, pulling out the sheet of Braille just in case she needed it, she opened her mouth and began to speak. Once she started, she was surprised how easily and confidently the words came. Alan deserved all this and so much more.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Danielle Avery," (she just stopped herself saying Myers), "and I am here to tell you all about the amazing Lawyer stood in front of us. When I first met Alan here, he was the prosecuting attorney in the highly publicised and internationally reaching trial of Adam Dawson, my late ex. This was following the horrific abuse I and my sister, Charlotte Avery had endured at his hands. However as soon as we met Alan here, we could tell not only was he passionate about the job he did, but he also, truly, cared about the victims he was trying to protect, by seeing justice for their defendants. Unfortunately, as we all saw, that didn't go our way, and Dawson was released. I'm not going to go into the details of what took place afterwards, suffice it to say my sister was badly hurt on Dawson's say so, and is now in a coma, fighting to recover and for her life.
Alan here kept a close ear to the ground within Haddonfield, although I did not know this at the time, as I was in recovery treatment. He also visited Charlotte and our parents in Haddonfield Memorial Hospital multiple times, also showing considerable kindness and compassion to my brother Colin, and our parents Dave and Emma. The next time I saw him, was when he came up to where I was being treated, because Haddonfield PD wished to speak to me and another patient about recent events. Mr. Goodwin's representation of me was nothing short of world class, considering I wasn't exactly… treated like a victim by the interviewing officer."
Danielle had been told that now Peters had been suspended, she could talk freely about how she felt but could not name him. She'd been fine with that; she wasn't here to talk about that slimy worm.
"Alan was kind, gentle and very protective of me, both then, and when I was arrested just less than a week ago by that same officer, who still had questions. Alan was there within fifteen minutes, representing me free of charge, and insisting on this. He also pulled strings after Adam's death, enabling Charlotte and I to receive his belongings, including his house and money, as compensation for the horrors we had both gone through, and we are still fighting to recover from. Alan gave me his work and personal cell numbers when we met, telling me he was only ever a phone call away. He meant it. Then, I was violently assaulted the same night as I was pulled into the PD, Alan was there, again. He came round to our house when my friend Jodie called him, simply to check if we were ok. If you are a friend of Mr. Goodwin here, you'll know about it.
In summary, I and my whole family cannot thank him enough for everything he has done for us, we owe him very probably our lives, I know I almost certainly do. The Avery's and their friends love you, Alan Goodwin."
The court room rang with applause. Judge Leason waited for silence, then spoke. "Well said, Danielle. I completely agree that what Mr. Goodwin here has done for you; deserves to be recognised. If you could approach the bench, please, Danielle?"
Danielle didn't of course know this, but by this point, Alan Goodwin had tears flowing down his cheeks. He did glance up to the public gallery then, and just behind Jodie, Emma and Colin were his wife Emily and daughter Rachael, Adam Hughes next to them. Love and affection choked his throat. Glancing to the back, Goodwin saw him. Michael Myers was in the very back row, with Dave, Joanne, Oliver and Tim. He could've sworn the killer raised a hand to him and was smiling.
Judge Leason handed Danielle the heavy trophy, and aided by two court ushers, she approached the podium.
"Alan," now Danielle's voice was also shaking with tears of love and gratitude. "You deserve this and more. I wanted to do something big for you, thanks to our kind CEO at the back, this was possible. There are no words which say thank you and gratitude enough, so we, the Avery family and our friends, hope this will do it to the best of our ability. What you have done for us has been life changing, probably lifesaving, I don't know what I would've done without you, so say Colin, Tim, Nigel, Charlotte, Mom, Dad. Thank you, Alan Goodwin." Reaching forward and aided by the Ushers, she handed Goodwin the huge cup, as the court room applauded again. It was only then Danielle realised Alan Goodwin was crying. Reaching forward, she pulled him into a hug, causing a huge cheer. As she did so, she kissed his cheek. "I love you, Alan Goodwin," she whispered, her own tears falling now. "I mean it."
"Words in response, Mr. Goodwin?" Judge Leason asked, smiling at him.
Goodwin straightened up, setting the cup down at his side, and pulling Danielle to him by wrapping an arm around her as the cameras flashed and clicked.
"I…" he started, wiping his streaming eyes. "I am quite literally speechless. You and your family are all more than welcome, Danielle. I only saw it as my job, however."
"That's the point," Danielle said. "You don't recognise it for what it is, you went out of your way to help a struggling family and friendship group, in ways you know damn well your job does not ask you to do. You can't worm out of this that easy, Alan Goodwin!"
There were affectionate chuckles. "Well said, Danielle." Leason said. "As a High Court Judge, Mr. Goodwin, I have hardly ever seen a Lawyer display so much kindness, care and compassion for someone, who wasn't even his client. As Danielle here also said, you do know it wasn't your job, as do I. You did all that out of the kindness of your heart, and you deserved to be recognised for it. You are not after money, not after power, you simply care about the victims you are protecting. I am going to hazard a guess that you felt guilty about Mr. Dawson's release, and the way in which it had to be done and wanted to protect Danielle and her family and friends as a result, for something that wasn't even your fault."
"That's exactly what he said Your Honour," Danielle nodded. "He wanted me to consider his helping me an apology for the trial., as if he'd done wrong."
"I rest my case then, Counsellor," Leason said. "I know you are self-employed, so because of your actions, I am ordering that you are given a step up in your pay packet and are recognised as the top prosecutor in Illinois. Not only are you good at your job, as I have seen countless times within this very court room, but you have just proved beyond any doubt, that you do indeed care about the victims under your care. Mr. Colin Avery, if you could come to the bench, please?"
Danielle smiled, knowing her brother hadn't expected this, but hoping something would happen. "Me, Your Honour?" Colin asked in surprise.
"If your name is Colin Avery, then yes," Leason said, and everyone laughed. Danielle didn't have to see it to just know Jodie had given Colin a poke. He walked down the steps and up to the bench, where Judge Leason handed him some papers.
"Please give these to Mr. Goodwin, Colin? They put in legal documents everything I have just said, thus putting it into effect immediately."
"Yes, Your Honour," Colin said, his hand shaking slightly as he took them, but Leason stopped him, by taking and shaking his free hand, as everyone applauded again.
Colin walked up to Danielle and Alan, handing him the papers. Then, unable to stop himself, Colin Avery hugged the Lawyer as tightly as he could, tears in his own eyes. Goodwin hugged him back, watched by the smiling and some in tears, court room. AT Leason's smile and nod, Colin nervously spoke, as Danielle pushed him to the microphone on the podium.
"Damn my sister," Colin said, and everyone laughed again. "I bet she put you up to this, Judge?"
"Maybe," Leason smiled.
"Uh… Well, I can't really say much that Danielle hasn't already, accept I, Charlotte Tim, Nigel and our parents are very, very grateful to you Alan, for protecting her on so many occasions. When Charlotte wakes, we will be sure to tell her everything you have done for us. To echo what I said to my family, I already liked you, now I think it's fair to say I love you too, Alan Goodwin."
"Aww," everyone in the court room murmured.
Judge Leason then called Dave and Emma down, who couldn't stop themselves also hugging Goodwin. "I can't thank you enough," Emma sobbed against Goodwin's shoulder. "You probably saved Danielle's life."
…
After the ceremony was complete and the cameras had left the court room, Judge Leason called Goodwin into his chambers. The Lawyer followed him and a few seconds later, Michael Myers entered, approaching him as Leason left, the doors closing automatically behind him. "Hey Michael," Goodwin smiled, his eyes still watery with emotion.
You deserved that.
"Thanks man," Goodwin smiled shakily. "I…" Michael touched his arm, stopping him.
For my part, I too want to thank you for firstly your representation of me against Peters, secondly how you protected our family and friends. You knew I was angry and dangerous that night, but you stayed there to ensure they were all ok when I could not, through my rage. Do not think I did not notice, Mr. Goodwin.
"I… Thanks," was all Alan could say. "I certainly wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you, Mr. Myers! But that was Danielle, she was the one who calmed you."
That's as maybe, correct, but you made sure everyone within the house was ok, and did not leave until you knew that was indeed the case. I noticed alright, Mr. Goodwin.
"Please man, call me Alan," the Lawyer said.
Then I shall do, Alan. For my part, call me Michael. Let's not pretend here, you would have gladly and all too willingly prosecuted me to the gurney and needle not so long ago. Correct?
Alan blushed. "Um, well yes…"
Exactly. But I am here to tell you here and now, I meant what I said. Despite your admittedly funny joke about a contract killer on standby, you do have a real friend for life, Alan. If I can do anything for you, I ask you again to tell me.
"Thanks…" Goodwin swallowed the lump in his throat. For some reason, these kind words to him from none other than Michael Myers brought him close to tears again.
Michael pulled him gently to his feet, and next second, Alan Goodwin was being hugged by Michael Myers, one of the killer's strong arms holding him close. Goodwin smiled at him, returning the embrace. "You look great in a suit and tie, my man. What on earth would Danielle do?" Michael chuckled quietly.
I think you know the answer to that.
"Not in court, please?" Goodwin shuddered, and now Michael laughed out loud with him. "Michael, I want to say I'm sorry again for not attending yours and Danielle's wedding. I really, really didn't want to miss that."
Hey, it wasn't as though it was your fault, was it? I thank you again for our gift.
"I know man, but still. I really felt like I'd let you and Danielle down, but I could not get out of that court date."
Which we know, you told us, Alan. That just confirms even more to me everything the judge has just said. You care about and protect those you know and represent alike.
"I could say the same about you," Goodwin smiled at Michael. "I get the feeling that if anything happened to me, those responsible would… um, know about it if you found out!"
Once again, you are correct.
Goodwin shivered. "Jesus! But surely, if you want out of Smith's Grove, that would not be a very good idea?"
That may be the case; however, it does not change how I would feel were you to get hurt.
"Thanks Michael, well I'll be careful not to. I would love you and Danielle to be together forever someday, and avenging my potential attackers would make that considerably more difficult to achieve."
Typical Lawyer. Speaking undisputable facts and logic!
Goodwin smirked. "That's my job."
I will see you before you leave.
"Of course, man." When Goodwin looked back, Michael was gone.
"How in God's name does he do that?" Gary Leason's voice said. "Damn, he's terrifying if you're his enemy! Yet, even Michael Myers cares for you it would seem, Mr. Goodwin."
Goodwin chuckled. "I know Sir, it's… well it's scary is what it is! He just… vanishes! Everyone knows he has abilities which aren't human, and he's right, I would've very, very happily and willingly have witnessed his execution just years ago! He gave me the creeps! Hell, Danielle's his wife, and I bet even she doesn't know how he does that!"
At that exact moment, Michael appeared beside them again, and Goodwin and Leason both clapped a hand to their chests. "Jesus!" They said in unison.
"Damn man," Leason gasped. "You scare anyone doing that! I think you find it funny!" Looking up, the judge saw Michael Myers smirking at him. "You damn well do, right? Whew, God help anyone you're stalking, they're dead, no questions asked!" Gary Leason was sure he heard Michael Myers chuckle, before the killer once again took his hand in a firm shake.
"Just showing off Myers," Goodwin muttered, and now all three men laughed.
"I'm going to guess you haven't and would not do that to Danielle? Talk about cruel!" Michael chuckled again.
No, I would not, Judge. That would be a step too far and would be akin to what Dawson did to her many times.
Leason's face darkened. "Yes, I heard about everything that so-called man did. I will say as much to Danielle before she leaves. Too bad some Domestic Violence cases are not capital! Dawson would've deserved it! That said," the judge leant towards Michael. "I hear, he… somehow died anyway? Decapitation, was it not? Hmm, I wonder how that happened?" Gary Leason could've sworn Myers nodded to him.
"Good riddance," Goodwin muttered.
"I would be inclined to agree in this case I'm afraid," Leason said.
"Your Honour," Goodwin said, lowering his voice too. He felt a rush of gratitude and affection when Leason closed the doors with a push of the button. With a grin, Goodwin reflected Danielle would love that! Looking up, he was certain Michael was thinking the exact same thing, as the two men smiled at each other.
"Danielle has admitted she is worried about Edward Dawson, that he will not quit his campaign of torment and terror. She believes he… wants her for himself, as in his eyes she got Adam killed, also didn't, "Obey," him in Smith's Grove." He made air quotes around the word obey, with a sound of disgust and hatred. "Now despite us both knowing who's in this room and how stupid of Dawson that would be, I don't put anything passed him, and do not want Danielle to be proved correct a second time. I've been told Adam visited his father in prison shortly before he died, and I'd bet everything I own and that I don't, Edward warned Adam to back off. If he did, Adam didn't listen, and that's what got him killed. Now you would hope his father would take his own words seriously, wouldn't you? She's only married to Michael Myers! Danielle's husband is standing right in front of us! Unless he thinks they would've split up or something, that it was just a Smith's Grove thing? But to attack just based on a belief… again, that would be just… stupid and deadly for him! I think he believes you kill Michael, because it… it turns you on!" Michael scoffed.
"Yeah, I know," Goodwin said in contempt. "While he might not have been wrong once before, not now. But the fact remains Your Honour that Danielle Myers is scared Edward Dawson will try again. Is there anything you can do to… pull some strings?"
"I will speak to Mrs. Myers before she leaves as I say," Leason said. "I will put down a High Court Judges order that Edward Dawson cannot contact, ask someone to contact, approach or ask someone to approach, hurt, assault or taunt, Danielle Myers, or go within a certain distance of her. Although the order will say Avery for now, sorry Mr. Myers. But I will make it very clear he can't, nor can he ask anyone else to go near, communicate, or do anything to Danielle in any way."
"Thank you, Your Honour," Goodwin said sincerely, and looking up, Gary Leason saw Michael smiling right at him.
"You're more than welcome, Mr. Goodwin, Mr. Myers," Leason said. "All I would ask of you Sir," even Gary Leason hesitated. "Is… Work with Smith's Grove, try to… try to stop your… Your need to kill, so you and Danielle can be together, someday soon. I will do whatever I can to help you, but you also need to help yourself and your marriage." Michael again extended his hand, and Gary Leason took it.
That is understood and acknowledged, Your Honour. I thank you.
"I'm serious, Michael," Leason said, still holding the killer's hand. "The last thing I want is you back in my court room, on the other side of the bench, possibly indeed facing the death penalty. You have done so well, Danielle's help or not. So, please, try your best? While I of course don't know or understand what… What causes you to need to kill, I would really like to see you do well for yourself Mr. Myers… Michael, and I will be thrilled if you are able to do so. As I say, I don't want to have to sentence you to the worst punishment someday. Apart from anything else, how would Mrs. Myers feel? Devastated, that's how."
"Well said, Sir," Goodwin nodded. Gary Leason and Michael Myers locked eyes, Michael's gaze intense, but Leason could've sworn when directed towards him, gentle and full of respect. He smiled to the other man. "I… I never thought I'd say these words in my life," Leason chuckled. "I wish you nothing but the very best of luck, Michael Myers."
I thank you, Your Honour. I wish you the same. Be safe, Sir.
…
A few minutes later, Goodwin made to leave. "Your Honour?" He said, turning back. "I don't want to speak out of turn here Sir, but is there any chance you could show me as unavailable for just a couple of days? The Denton case is dragging and I'm so tired, I'm about ready to collapse if I don't sleep soon."
"Of course, Mr. Goodwin, I thought you looked a little pale. Go home, get some sleep."
"Thank you, Sir," Goodwin smiled at Leason. "I'll be honest, I almost ignored the call this morning."
Gary Leason chuckled. "Just as well you didn't then, right?"
"Absolutely," Goodwin gave a genuine, if not tired smile. "Thank you, Sir."
"Mr. Goodwin, before you leave, please could you guide Mrs. Myers up here?"
"Of course," Goodwin nodded, leaving. Michael made to follow him, but Leason touched his arm. "Please wait, Michael?" The killer turned back.
A few seconds later, they saw Danielle being guided towards the judge's chambers by Goodwin. "Little step up here," they heard him say, as Danielle didn't have her cane with her. "Ok, now we're turning left, through these doors. Another step here, that's it, now we're in front of the judge's seats."
"Thank you, Mr. Goodwin," Leason said, taking Danielle's hand. "Mrs. Myers, please take a seat just here."
Danielle did so. Goodwin hugged her again, shook Michael's hand then Leason's, before leaving the room to pick up his trophy, find his wife and daughter and head home.
…
Leason gestured for Michael to take the seat beside his wife. "Well done, Danielle. You were fabulous, as was Colin. I did smile at the shock when I called him down."
Danielle grinned. "Yeah, thank you, Sir. I was hoping he'd get a chance, he nearly cried when I told him everything Alan… Mr. Goodwin has done for us."
"You can call him Alan, no worries," Leason touched her hand. "Yes, I completely agree that warranted his earning the trophy and recognition. I have authorised him to have two days off, too, he looks exhausted. The trial will just have to wait, the poor man's about to fall asleep!"
"Thanks, I thought he sounded tired."
"He looked it too. Ok Mrs. Myers, if you could reach forward and press this button just… here?" He guided her hand onto it, and Danielle couldn't help smiling. Had Oliver said something? Clearly, he had about suits, so it wasn't out of the question. She pressed it, and the doors silently closed. "Thank you," Leason said.
"Ok Mrs. Myers, your husband is seated right next to you, to your left." Danielle put her hand out and touched Michael's arm, only then finding out he was wearing a suit and tie. She drew in a breath, hearing Leason softly chuckle. "I know about you and suits Mrs. Myers," he said, grinning now. Michael wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and couldn't stop the soft sigh. Leason smiled at them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Myers, I am going to give you a moment of privacy here. I completely understand your marriage can not be… Easy, due to your… unique circumstances."
"Understatement of the decade," Danielle said. "But I wouldn't change it for the world, Your Honour."
"Hey, I know," Leason touched her arm. "Also, we're in my chambers, we're not in the court room, call me Gary, Mrs. Myers."
"Really? Ok… thanks! Call me Danielle, Gary."
"Done, Danielle. So, just before you came in, I told Michael I would do whatever I could to help him, if he helped himself, by controlling his… need, desire, I'm not quite sure what to call it, to kill. That also extends to your marriage."
"Thank you," Danielle said, blinking back tears. "I would hate for something to go wrong, and Michael ended up here once more, this time being sentenced to… well, death."
Leason smiled at her. "I said those exact words to Michael here. But from what I've been told, you have played a major part in helping your husband, Danielle."
"I didn't do it all," she protested. "Michael did a damn lot too!"
"Yes, I know, but you worked as a team, you both deserve credit." Michael squeezed her close, and Danielle knew that was his silent agreement. "Fine," she smiled at this.
"Good." Leason said. This time when he rested his hand on her arm, he left it there. Danielle couldn't lie, it made her feel so… Safe, along with her husband's arm around her. Leason's voice was now gentle and full of compassion, it almost brought her to tears again.
"Danielle, Alan has told me of your worries regarding Edward Dawson, and I completely understand, they are not in the least invalid. Here and now, I am informing you, that I am going to put him under a High Court Judge's order, which states he can't, nor can he ask anyone else to contact, approach, hurt, taunt, or go within a certain distance of you. In short, he will never be able to touch you again. If he does, he will face a very long jail term, albeit his release is still over a decade from now."
"Sir… Gary, I…" Danielle didn't know what to say. Michael kissed her mouth softly, as Leason squeezed her arm, his warm hand remaining there.
"Don't say anything, Danielle. I fully, fully understand the completely warranted fear of Domestic Violence. I have seen it within my court room countless times. It's evil, pure evil in some cases, and its victims do not deserve it in any way, shape or form. It's something I am very passionate about stopping, to the best of my ability. Your DVA, Adam, yes, I note the irony," he squeezed her arm again and she could hear he was smiling. "Adam Hughes will also be informed of the order. Does that soothe your fear, somewhat?"
Danielle hesitated. "Tell us the truth," Leason murmured.
"I… I don't know," Danielle said in just above a whisper. Turning in his seat, her husband now wrapped both his arms around her, before lifting her into his lap and pushing her head to his shoulder.
"Aww," Leason said softly.
"He's… a determined motherfucker, sorry Gary…"
"Hey, you use whatever words you need to, Danielle. Please, continue?"
"He's… Very determined, as all of us in here know, Adam Dawson didn't give up even after he knew who the man I love is." She hugged Michael tightly. "So, who's to say Edward will?"
"Yes, but Adam also lost his head because he did not quit, correct?" Leason said quietly. "I think that would make me quit, were I Adam's father!"
Danielle smiled a little. "Yeah, me too! But I… I don't know. I just… I can't relax. I…" At this point, she did blink back tears.
"Shh," Michael and Leason said in unison. Leason smiled at the other man.
"I… I know Michael will have to leave, very probably today, and that… That makes things even more difficult. I miss him so much, Gary, and yes, he does make me feel safe, I can't lie there."
"Of course, he does," Leason murmured, his hand still on Danielle's arm. "He's your husband, of course, he does. That is completely understandable, Mrs. Myers. Even with the unsolved mystery of how Adam Dawson lost his head and one of his associates died the night he kidnapped you; I still would not want to be your enemy!"
It took Danielle a second to realise what the judge was cryptically saying. Then, she understood. Was he really saying he would help Michael get to her, if she needed him in any way?"
"Yes, Danielle," Leason said, something must have shown on her face. "Plus, if Michael here works with Smith's Grove, he may be out sooner rather than later. Mr. Cutter told me just yesterday he didn't kill one of your attackers when he easily could've done, not to mention comforting a certain young woman named Laurie Strode?"
At this, Danielle gave a teary smile. "It was beautiful," she admitted.
"I saw the picture," Leason said. "I will get the order on paper, and it will be served to Mr. Dawson by the day after tomorrow, at the very latest. Ok, Mrs. Myers?"
Danielle couldn't help smiling, feeling her heart flip every time someone called her that, and she sensed Leason knew this. Sure enough, he squeezed her arm again. "Thank you, Gary," she said fervently. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Myers," Leason stood up. "I will inform Mr. Cutter of where you are, I can give you at least an hour, no rush. Good luck Mr. and Mrs. Myers. Mrs. Myers, please let me out?"
Danielle reached forward, hitting the button, unable to stop a small laugh. Leason chuckled with her, squeezed her arm a final time, then was gone.
"Damn," Danielle sighed, leaning into her husband's chest as the doors closed again. "A CEO, Lawyer, and now a damn High Court Judge? I'm no one special, what on earth did I do to deserve this?"
You know damn well I am going to strongly contradict that statement, "I am no one special." That, Danielle Myers, is a lie.
She blushed. "I mean…" He hushed her, kissing her deeply.
I know what you're saying. Just accept it, Mrs. Myers, you are cared for by people in very high places.
"So are you," she countered. "It's not just me here, darling." He chuckled, kissing her again. If her heart flipped when someone else called her Mrs. Myers, it positively danced when her husband himself said it. He kissed her repeatedly now, putting her hands on his ears and wiggling them, as she kept kissing him.
I can't whistle if you keep kissing me, sadly, that is beyond me.
Danielle burst out laughing, even as tears of adoration ran down her cheeks. "Shh," her husband said again, kissing them away, before he started to whistle.
"I fucking adore you, Mr. Michael Myers," she just managed to say over the huge lump in her throat.
I adore you too, Mrs. Danielle Myers.
…
The next hour passed to Danielle as if in a beautiful dream. Husband and wife just held each other, only communicating occasionally, most of the time in a companionable and beautiful silence. Danielle didn't need or want to say anything, she felt like at last, over months and months, this man, her husband, now knew her inside out, down to her inner most thoughts.
"Where did you get the suit from?" She asked him at one point.
Dave hired it for me, just asked me my size and insisted on paying for it. He's a good man, my father-in-law.
Danielle smiled. "That he is. He… He told me once about how you passed their… Now our, house in 1978, when Charlotte was just a week old. Holy fucking shit! The irony! You would've killed them, no questions asked! For some amazing reason, you decided that your would-be victims were not in that house! Thank God!"
He kissed her, stroking her back. "Don't you dare apologise," she warned in his ear. "It was who you were, we all know that! You, Mr. Michael Myers, have worked so hard it's unbelievable. I don't even recognise you and the killer anymore!"
Clearly, Smith's Grove is hoping they won't either.
"You sound uncertain?" She asked him gently, no hostility in her tone. He sighed.
I… I hope to prove them right, but… I… I don't know. If… If someone hurts you or any of our family or friends, I… I don't know what will happen.
She hugged him tightly, knowing how hard that had been to admit. "Oh, darling," she breathed, kissing him lovingly. "You can do it, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Michael Myers! Work with Dr Loomis, as he's tried to do for thirty-five years, and you never know what might happen! I will be right behind you every step of the way!" He sighed again, still stroking her back.
I appreciate your confidence in me, I… I will do my best.
"Hey, that's all anyone can ask babes, thank you." She kissed him again.
…
A little while later, the family, Oliver, Joanne, and Adam left the court together, driving back home. The Avery's had insisted Adam and Oliver stayed for dinner, not even listening to arguments.
"Fine," Adam sighed in fake reluctance, but was grinning. "Thank you, Dave."
When they reached the house, Oliver gently informed Michael and Danielle he and Michael would have to leave for Smith's Grove after the meal. Danielle nodded, blinking back tears.
"I'm sorry," Oliver murmured, as he and Michael, both held her close. "But hey, it won't be forever, Danielle."
She gave a watery chuckle. "Michael said those exact words once."
"There you are then," Oliver soothed. "If Michael Myers says it, believe it."
"I… I seriously considered asking to come back with you," Danielle admitted. "But I think… having thought about it long and hard, I think I should stay in Haddonfield, at least for now. I… I want to be there for Charlotte and our family."
"Hey, of course, you do," Oliver said, as Michael kissed his wife. "We totally understand that. You know what to do if you ever wish to see your husband, however. Just call ahead and you'll be authorised immediately. Don't you forget that Mrs. Myers."
There it was again, that flip of her heart. Oliver and Michael squeezed her close, before they whistled at the same time. At this, Danielle did laugh, she couldn't help it. "That's more like it," Oliver said, hugging her again, before putting her hands on his ears. "Ow, my ears!" The CEO laughed as Danielle gently pulled them.
…
The couple headed upstairs for a little more alone time before dinner and her husband having to leave, and Michael once again did the thing only he and Dave knew of, making love to her in his hired suit twice. She hugged him tightly as he did so, stroking his soft jacket and silk tie, feeling the cold metal of his tie pin against her cheek.
"I love you, Mrs. Myers," he murmured, and now she did cry, unable to hold it back.
"I love you too, Michael Myers," she sobbed.
"Shh," he said, wiggling his ears under her hands. "Anytime you need me, you know where I am, my wife, Danielle, sweetheart. I love you, Mrs. Myers."
…
Dinner went by all too quickly as far as Danielle was concerned. Before she knew it, Oliver and Michael stood up, pulling on their jackets. Michael had changed out of his suit, leaving it in Danielle's bedroom, and was now in the shirt and pants he'd stormed down to Haddonfield in just a few days ago, intent on the kill. It made Danielle shiver to think about.
"We will see you very soon," Oliver hugged Danielle, then Michael did, kissing her deeply. Letting him go was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. Immediately, Jodie and Nigel pulled her close, hugging her fiercely, along with Adam.
"Oh sweetie," Jodie soothed her heartbroken friend. "It won't be long; I'll make sure of that! You'll see him very, very soon!"
"Right," Nigel and Adam said together, Adam stroking Danielle's back.
The front door closing was the hardest and most painful sound Danielle Myers had ever heard, although she did feel a rush of pride for her husband when he left quietly, with no need for chains of any description.
Jodie shared with her again that night, holding her close, as Danielle cried herself to sleep.
…
"Adam," Oliver said, as they walked away from the house. "How do you want to do this? I can have a driver bring your car up for you, if you want to fly with us?"
"I can't expect…" Adam began.
"Yes, you can," Oliver said firmly. "Scott, Callum and Nathan are all in Haddonfield right now, anyone of them will do it for you today."
"If… if you're sure…" Adam said hesitantly.
"Completely," Oliver insisted, pulling out his phone to call one of the Smith's Grove drivers.
…
Adam, please may I speak with you for a moment?
The aircraft had just taken off, and they were flying out of Haddonfield. It took Adam a second to realise Michael was once again showing him his notepad. "Huh?" He started, when Michael touched his arm. "Shit Michael I'm sorry, what?" He glanced at the message. "Yeah, sure." Standing, Oliver moved further down the cabin to give them privacy.
I… I want to apologise for the way I… almost took you hostage to get down to Haddonfield. I was just… I was desperate, Adam. All I could think about was that my wife was in danger. You were never in danger from me, not… not really. I didn't mean to… to scare you that way, I regret putting you in that position.
Adam Hughes realised he was blinking back tears. Reaching over, he hugged the man in the leather seat next to his. "Hey man, I get it completely. If that had been Michelle and/or Amber, I don't know what I would've done in your position, so I'm no one to judge. Also, be real Myers! If I had tried to stop you taking my car, with or without me in it, you would've done something to me! You had a fucking huge knife in your pocket for fuck's sake!" Michael sighed.
To tell you the truth, I… I don't know if I would… Could have. I have a considerable amount of respect for and deeply care about you, Adam.
"Aww, thanks man, I feel the same about you," Adam couldn't stop himself and hugged Michael again. "That means a lot, it does. But come on man, you were furious, you wanted to kill those motherfuckers, quite understandably I might add, if I'd got in your way… be real, Myers!"
Think what you will, Adam, but I am telling you I'm not sure I would, could have done so.
"Yes, you could," Adam smiled at him. "If I'd tried to stop you, I would've been at the very least injured. Come on Myers!"
If you say so.
Looking up, Adam Hughes saw Michael shake his head, looking softly at him. For the third time, Adam hugged Michael Myers, feeling a rush of love for the man seated across from him.