*'Sanctuary' for Us *

"Am I?..." He paused with a smile "Most likely but if I wasn't I doubt I'd try anything so foolish as this." He chuckled hearing her voice stirring up the old days even more, leaning up to kiss Helen softly on the cheek. Then returning to his place on the carpet hand mindlessly caressing the familiar places.

"Do you, miss 'us' Helen?" It was a serious question his other hand now resting at the waist band across her hip as if it were a place holder his thumb softly brushing across the stitching as if trying to remember what the skin beneath the fabric felt like. "I truly do," his eyes were void of the monster that had possessed him they were sincere almost gentle at this moment looking into hers hoping to see her smile back at him like she used to.
 
Wentworth watched the abnormal writhe in pain for a few minutes before the sedative finally took over and she fell into a deep sleep. This was when his real work would begin. He got his scanning materials and surgical tools prepared. It was time to look inside the machine and check out the gears...

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'Ms. Mysterious' was just an internet name but Alex knew her as nothing else. All he cared about was that whenever he showed results she put the money he asked for in his paypal account. But, this time she was actually giving him specific instructions on what to do with this new abnormal. He was curious why 'Ms. Mysterious' would want all of the reproductive organs of this one removed but her eggs saved and catalogued, sent in three separate packages to secure locations where his research had found no actual residences. One in Argentina, one in Japan, and one in Iceland, of all places. Strange...As he prepared the last package he watched the screen to check on the one he called Buttercup. After a week of forced coma she was beginning to awaken. Fine, just fine. He already had what he needed from her without her knowing a thing. His lackeys had her blindfolded but no longer restrained in the alley behind a supermarket near the border between New City and Old City. He had remote access to this alley's security camera and watched with mild disinterest as she struggled to awaken and figure out what to do next. Capture was interesting but the release was always hillarious to him whenever he watched them stumble away.
 
She shivered curled into a ball memories flooding her mind. She bent over in pain. "oh god please someone help me" she whimpered against a wall the pain intense. She looked up as several men cornered her and her body was shaking. She screamed struggling as one climbed on top of her
 
"Am I?..." He paused with a smile "Most likely but if I wasn't I doubt I'd try anything so foolish as this." He chuckled hearing her voice stirring up the old days even more, leaning up to kiss Helen softly on the cheek. Then returning to his place on the carpet hand mindlessly caressing the familiar places.

"Do you, miss 'us' Helen?" It was a serious question his other hand now resting at the waist band across her hip as if it were a place holder his thumb softly brushing across the stitching as if trying to remember what the skin beneath the fabric felt like. "I truly do," his eyes were void of the monster that had possessed him they were sincere almost gentle at this moment looking into hers hoping to see her smile back at him like she used to.

Helen was trying to recall why this was wrong because at moments when her focus was dimmed she couldn't always remember the reasons she and John were wrong for one another. He felt really, really great to be close to. Everything about him, even the smell of his skin was a reminder of both good times and the most terrifying days of her life all rolled into one. She shook her head sadly even when her eyes still met his in a way that reflected his own longing and regret to say, "John, missing 'us' isn't the point, is it? There was so much wrong with 'us', always has been...We were never really meant to be." she said. "I will always love you but you are also forever to be the man who.." She couldn't bring herself to say aloud that he'd broken her heart, that he'd scared her to death, that he sometimes even scared her still...Instead she shook her head again, kissed his lips just once and pulled away to look into his face, "Come on and get up. We need to get you to bed or sober and neither of those things will be happening on the floor with me sitting upon you..."

His hand strayed from her hip and rubbed down, then up her thigh, lifting the fabric a bit, his fingers finding a way to the lace edge of a garter and fondling it in a knowing way that made a shiver having nothing whatsoever to do with fear overcome Helen, her stare smoldering for a second..."...John!" she whispered in shocked admonishment.
 
When they touched her they immediately ran away. They had seen their own deaths. She crawled out of the alley crying
 
John couldn't really resist massaging the soft thighs that straddled him, the only word which really rang clear was the word 'bed', he took her by the hair and kissed her passionately the pale yellow flash enveloped them both and they fell softly upon a bed...but who's bed?

Druitt had aimed for hers but in the state he was in it could've been anywhere in the Sanctuary he was tugging at the garters noticing the lack of fabric between them, somehow all that loose fitting material had been left behind. Pulling away from the kiss, "Remember the last time that happened Helen?" He grinned thinking about landing in a London square together without the benefit of the undergarments they wore now. It was hard to focus his ability in passion but with the added alcohol it notched the difficulty up a touch. "I am truly sorry Helen but you are still as beautiful as ever." Bringing a hand to her face and coaxing her to follow it into another kiss.
 
Althea collapsed unable to go any farther. Closing her eyes the last thing she remembered was someone picking her up gently and carrying her away
 
Biggie found the urchin in the street. She looked rather worse for wear and it was his sudden appearance which further frightened the vagrant attackers away. He wasn't sure if the girl had been sexually assaulted or not but he thought they could help her at the Sanctuary. He picked her frail form up and took her to his home where his friends and family could get to the bottom of things and possibly help her out.


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Helen was dismayed to find her skirt had been left behind in the teleportation! She was still in a compromising position, John pressing his advantage to the maximum, his large and rather obvious arousal pressing against her center through the fabric of her thin panties and his trousers. She swallowed hard and tried not to encourage him but when he pulled her down to kiss him her own head swam without the influence of alcohol...Something about John Druitt was intoxicating in an entirely different way and on the rare occasions when he used his charm it was near impossible to resist. His tongue snaked it's way between her lips and she tasted the sweetness of the brandy on his tongue and his breath replaced her's for a moment before her head cleared and she pushed against him mightily, separating their mouths and bodies simultaneously (ignoring the pulsing heat and dampness between her thighs) Helen wriggled free from John's grasp and stumbled off of the bed...What bed was this? Who's room? This wasn't her room. It wasn't a guest room....

"Why are we in Kate's room, John?" Helen asked, just as the woman in question walked through the door to find quite a surprise in her bedroom.

Helen found her cheeks coloring deeply as she turned to face Kate (quite mindful of her very crucial missing item of clothing) and John rolled over on the bed and waved to Kate with the lack of coordination of the drunk.

"Kate...Mister Druitt here is intoxicated and seems to think it's perfectly acceptable to teleport friends all over the house with him. We may need to get him someplace to 'sleep it off' where his abilities could be dampened. She ran her hands through her hair in a frustrated way, "Oh, of all times to have no EMH sheilds!" she exclaimed, remembering how both Druitt and de Blythe kept showing up unannounced.
 
Even in her unconcious state, her mind sent images of the recent events to Biggie. She started struggling as if to escape something. Her emotions went into Biggie's mind until finally it stopped. She slowly opened her eyes and she immediately tried to fight him. "Let me go! I'd rather die than go back there. Just kill me please." she sobbed remembering the pain
 
Kate had headed into the study after collecting up food for Henry and taking it to him she was going to see if Magnus wanted anything but this time only finding her... skirt in here? Strangely minus its owner. Shrugging she picked it up and headed off to the upper hall that contained her room and Helen's at opposite ends carrying the garment to return it to Magnus. She figured if she was missing it she would probably be in her room getting changed.

Passing her own room and hearing something hit the floor and the muffled sound of a voice. The doors were so thick she could not tell who it was or if it were male of female but with Ashley and that De Blythe creep here there was no telling. Opening her door though she could not have expected the sight she saw. After the instant surprise she put her hand to her mouth to stifle laughing at Magnus state but could not help but wave back to the drunk Druitt.

Glad He and I have not crossed paths... Kinda figured there was a...*snicker* perfectly logical...

She bit her lip like a little sister finally and triumphantly getting dirt on her big perfect sister

Explaination for this being in the study all by itself Magnus...

She held the skirt out to her.

Yeah I got this.

Lifting her radio up to her lips she radioed for... Will

Hey Will Need your help with something... Apparently Tall bald and gruesome miss teleported and now he is drunk in my room... With Magnus... She is a tad indisposed to help me and you are about the only one willing to take a break when ya need it. If ya can't though could you send someone like Tesla or Isis... Thanks

Hearing the worried Yeah... Sure she knew that Will would be running up there and his expression might prove Melevans words to her or not. She walked over to Druitt.

Now lets get you out of MY bed... and to a guest room downstairs.
 
Helen nodded in embarrassment and moved quickly to take the skirt Kate held out. "Thank you, Kate..." she said...fumbling for more to say and trying not to get annoyed at Kate's amusement over the situation. "Please stop laughing....It's not THAT funny!" She moved to the bathroom and dressed while Kate tried to coax John from her bed.

"But, it's comfortable here, Princess." she heard John protest.

Helen emerged from the bathroom and eyed John realizing one of the reasons he was loathe to rise from the bed was the huge erection straining his trousers in a very noticeable way. She was now a little less embarrassed than amused herself. She broke into laughter and Kate neared her, her own laughter bursting out once more as they both watched John struggle to hide it and move without stumbling. "Oh my...there's so many things about this that are beyond...John, I think we all know Kate would much rather have her room to herself. Do you think you could at least try to crawl away? We both know neither of us could support you if you fell over on one of us. Let's not be sloppy drunk, John."
 
Kate had radioed and knew that Will was on his way as she still laughed slightly at the whole situation.

Since when do you call people Princess Druitt?

Geeze he was drunk maybe she should be glad their paths had not crossed or he had not seen her and Declan talking or anything who knows what tall bald and drunk would have said or done.

Doing what she could to stifle her laughter more seeing Will simply open the door the worry and distrust on his face said all Kate needed to know as she glanced between Helen and John and then back to Will and said...

What took ya so long...

The look on Wills face SHe knew he saw how Druitt was and knew he knew only one female in the room would cause that and it was not her. It was some seriously funny stuff to watch the gears hit overdrive in all the scientists around here and she could tell that Will was SERIOUSLY thinking about what Magnus did or didn't do with Druitt to cause that. It was her turn to have fun.

Apparently he was trying to teleport them and they ended up here. Care to help me get him to the guest quarters downstairs within the dampening field so Magnus can tend to other matters?

She could see a vacation in her near future after all this was over... Maybe she would go to London and hang out with Declan for a bit.
 
Druitt

He grinned before walking up to Magnus ignoring there laughter "I think you're I should go get some sleep." but before he kissed her neck and hooked his fiingers into the hem of her underwear "I'll get these washed for you Helen."

*poof* He was gone and so were Magnus' bottoms, Druitt heard Kate call for Will he wanted to enrage the boy a little play that against him, and judging by the damp cloth in hand he had a definite effect on Helen, though in his state that might not have been the best idea. Either way he 'did' need to sleep off this stupor after a few failed attempts found his room.
 
Kate

She smirked as half the humor left.

Oh never mind Will he got tired of waiting and teleported...

With that she just smirked a little at Magnus as she walked out... Beeter my room than Isis room right boss...

With that she ducked form the room quickly laughing to herself.
 
Helen was aghast. She felt the absence of her panties as soon as John left because the cool air of the room permeated her private places despite her skirt now being back where it belonged. She shivered, not from cold but from the sensation she knew she shouldn't be recalling...before hearing Kate radioing Will. THAT snapped her back into the moment again really quickly.

Kate, of course, was finding all of this hilarious which was infuriating to Helen on so many levels. She had no words for her, a glare and growl as she exited the scene was all she could manage which seemed to incite even more giggles from the young woman. Although as she walked away she noted with some satisfaction that at least the physical effect was that despite the laughter Kate had backed away from her. Good. She needed to be threatening at times. And, right now that was one small comfort since she was feeling entirely too vulnerable.

Heading quickly to her rooms she sifted through her underwear drawer for a fresh pair of panties already missing the ones John had absconded with. They were part of a matching set with the bra she wore currently, something Will had mentioned he liked on her...

Helen sighed, grabbed the fresh ones, black with silver lace, and she dressed before heading back to check on her daughter. No more shenanigans, there was important work to be done.
 
Althea woke up in a small bedroom in the sanctuary. She walked around the room worried that that man was going to... She didn't want to think about it. She went to the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. Stepping outside she looked around.
 
Bigfoot had been just bringing a tray of refreshments to both Ashley and the new girl. He had struggled to get Ashley to sip some tea before Melaven took over and smashed the mug...After yelling at the demoness inside his employer and friend's daughter, he forced her to clean up her own mess, quite bodily despite his guilt over knowing Ashley would possibly bear the bruises meant for Melaven ... A thought had only after having calmed down and thought about it. He apologized to both of them for having lost his temper and left the room, ready to take a tray of tea and biscuits to the new one. He found her roaming the corridor on the way.

When he moved to intercept her and asked how she was feeling she looked frightened and he remembered, as often happens, people are frightened by his appearance at first. Calmly he explained it was him that found her in the alley and brought her here to get treatment. "I feel you have some abnormal abilities. This is a good place for you to be then, Doctor Magnus can help you. Come back to your room and have some tea. We can talk." he suggested, guiding the frightened girl carefully back to her room. "It's chamomile, do you like that? if not I can make a pot of something else for you." Biggie offered.
 
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Althea stood there frozen. She was unused to kindness and hospitality. "That... Would be nice thank you." she went into the room and sat in a chair. "Theres something that you should know." she put her fingers on his forehead and touched hers to his. She concentrated never having done this on purpose before. Everything that happened was show to him
 
Biggie closed his eyes and let the images flood over him. The kidnapping, the tests and experiments, the traumatic release..."Thank you." he said, opening his eyes. "You will be safe here. And, I hope we can help you learn to control and use your gifts well. I hope Dr. Magnus can find a way to help you fill in your memory gaps someday too. Things are kid of busy here this week but usually we have a great deal more staff on hand to take care of newcomers. If you don't mind, I may call Doctor Zimmerman to come and meet with you when you feel up to it. He's really good with newcomers, putting them at ease, and he's a psychoanalyst. But, I have to say to you that while the Sanctuary may be busy right now you are still very welcome and even if no one can begin treatment or anything for a few more days you'll still have me to talk to, ok?"
 
Looking up at him she asked "Do you know who he is? What if he hurts someone else?" she said quietly. A tear rolled down her cheek the feelings of humiliation still hurting her
 
Biggie shook his head, he sat across from the girl and patted her hand as he replied, "No, I don't. But, I hope we find out soon. What he's done is wrong."

He poured a cup of tea for her and handed her the dainty cup and saucer carefully. "What is your name, child?"
 
"Althea," she said quietly. "Sometimes I see things from the past and future when I touch someone or something. And I make other people see things. Five years and I've never learned how to control it."
 
He smiled warmly, "No one can pronounce my name. They call me all kinds of things and I usually just come when called regardless." Biggie replied. "You remind me of someone from a book...Renesmee Cullen. Ever read the Twilight series? I always wonder how some authors get their inspiration, the things written in fiction often mirror reality far more than people would like to imagine." he commented philisophically.
 
"Yes I bought a copy with some money I earned. Perhaps she knew an abnormal." she smiled sipping the tea. How long had it been since shed slept in a real bed? And since she talked to someone without having to worry about how to fight them? "I really appreciate all you've done. You're really nice." She smiled at him and hugged him
 
Isis

She talked with Tesla for a bit... her distrust of De Blythe and his "projects" and his ability to hear all over the house... that bothered her most. Asking Tesla what part he had in this project and did Helen know if they or at least De Blythe had planned on cloning her as well as Ashley. Her ire at this situation was beginning to grow as she talked more about it.

She was feeling the edge of the brandy as she changed the topic and told him about telling Helen everything... the baby talking to the deathspeaker... She was weakening again... emotions aided by the touch of brandy she kissed her old friends cheek with a pat to his shoulder and took off to find Henry.... or go see Ashley... anything that would make her mind again steel against the sorrow.
 
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