New Fic: Left for Last
Oct. 22nd, 2009 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackwabbitLeft for Last
Fandom: Sanctuary
Rated: PG
Category: Vignette, John POV, Angst. Hints of John/Helen.
Spoilers: End of Nights, Part One
Summary: Why did John teleport Helen out of the warehouse last?
Disclaimer: If I said I owned Sanctuary, they’d put me away!
Note: Thanks totaj_mahal07 for the beta.
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I did it without consulting you.
I made an executive decision that wasn’t mine to make.
This has been your war. She has been your daughter. Long before she was mine, she was yours, just as this choice should’ve been. But, like it or not, you were in no condition to make it, so I stepped up.
I took the others first.
There was no other choice to make.
Nikola was the biggest threat to her, so he was her focus. Him first, then.
Young Doctor Zimmerman was next, for the same reason. He was likely to get himself killed with the way he was shooting at her.
That is why I took them first.
No other reason.
Purely a tactical choice.
And I only took Will by himself because of where I landed. I was in a hurry, and I wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be. You were too far away for me to touch you for simultaneous transport.
That’s all.
You were just too far away.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see the look on your face when I brought you back.
It had nothing to do with wanting to avoid your pain, if only for one second more.
No. I knew I’d face those things as soon as I made my choice, and while I was acutely aware of them, I frankly didn’t give a damn if I hurt you in order to save your life. I still don’t. You were blinded in that warehouse, but I was not. I saw the only way out and I made it happen. As I said, there was no other choice to make.
The making of that choice, though… the actual taking of the reins… I must confess that might have given me the slightest pause. After all, as much as you might deny it, sharing has never been your strong suit. I justify taking control from you with the situation and by claiming that a small part of me was hopeful that you alone might have influenced Ashley in a way none of us could. I tell myself that those last few seconds you had with her might have changed things. It is a tidy lie, and it is far more palatable than the truth.
For there really is only one reason I left you for last, my dear.
I, Montague John Druitt, still fear the wrath of Helen Magnus.
Fandom: Sanctuary
Rated: PG
Category: Vignette, John POV, Angst. Hints of John/Helen.
Spoilers: End of Nights, Part One
Summary: Why did John teleport Helen out of the warehouse last?
Disclaimer: If I said I owned Sanctuary, they’d put me away!
Note: Thanks to
taj_mahal07 for the beta.---
I did it without consulting you.
I made an executive decision that wasn’t mine to make.
This has been your war. She has been your daughter. Long before she was mine, she was yours, just as this choice should’ve been. But, like it or not, you were in no condition to make it, so I stepped up.
I took the others first.
There was no other choice to make.
Nikola was the biggest threat to her, so he was her focus. Him first, then.
Young Doctor Zimmerman was next, for the same reason. He was likely to get himself killed with the way he was shooting at her.
That is why I took them first.
No other reason.
Purely a tactical choice.
And I only took Will by himself because of where I landed. I was in a hurry, and I wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be. You were too far away for me to touch you for simultaneous transport.
That’s all.
You were just too far away.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see the look on your face when I brought you back.
It had nothing to do with wanting to avoid your pain, if only for one second more.
No. I knew I’d face those things as soon as I made my choice, and while I was acutely aware of them, I frankly didn’t give a damn if I hurt you in order to save your life. I still don’t. You were blinded in that warehouse, but I was not. I saw the only way out and I made it happen. As I said, there was no other choice to make.
The making of that choice, though… the actual taking of the reins… I must confess that might have given me the slightest pause. After all, as much as you might deny it, sharing has never been your strong suit. I justify taking control from you with the situation and by claiming that a small part of me was hopeful that you alone might have influenced Ashley in a way none of us could. I tell myself that those last few seconds you had with her might have changed things. It is a tidy lie, and it is far more palatable than the truth.
For there really is only one reason I left you for last, my dear.
I, Montague John Druitt, still fear the wrath of Helen Magnus.
