Summary: John appears on the grounds of the Sanctuary with no memory other than his name and the new power he holds. A/U and Xover with the move Blood and Chocolate

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sanctuary or the movie Blood and Chocolate.

Rating: T+

Pairing: Helen and John.

DISTANT MEMORIES:

BUCHAREST:

Nikola made his way back to the lab he had been given by the former Cabal leader, Dana. She had promised him all the resources he would need and all the test subjects he could use. He never would have thought she would have captured John Druitt. No one but Helen was capable of that. Yet, somehow she had managed it and Nikola had taken his memories. Now the only bargaining chip Nikola had against a very angry Helen Magnus was the bio-memory chip that stored all of who and what John Druitt used to be. "She will definitely find a way to kill me this time." Nikola mused slightly entertained at the thought. When Helen was infuriated she could be ten times deadlier than Druitt ever would have been. Hopefully having her lover's memories would dissuade her from harming him… he hoped at least.

LUPE GARROU HUNTING GROUNDS:

Montague said nothing as the SUV pulled up between the two lines of parked cars signaling his pack had gathered for the full moon, the party, and the hunt. Helen had remained silent the entire ride away from the holding cell. He wasn't sure what was going on inside of her mind and he dared not ask. Montague just held her close, waiting for her to speak. Still she said nothing. Helen only looked out the window.

"We're here my lord." Radu opened the door for Montague and his Queen to step out into the brisk night air under the light of the full moon.

"Thank you," Montague nodded stepping out of the back of the SUV. He offered his hand to Helen hoping that she would take it, let him make things right. The only way he would make things right for her would be to make Whitcomb pay for everything.

Helen looked from Montague's face, to his hand, and back to the sorrowful look on her love's face. It broke her heart to see him hurting for her. Taking his hand Helen let him pull her out of the SUV. "We close this circle." Helen stepped in close, rested her forehead against his chin and just waited until she felt steady to walk. Her whole world had turned upside down when she heard Nikola on the phone. It was true he had switched sides, worked with her enemy. She shouldn't be surprised, but she was.

"We move on," Montague promised. Oh how he wanted nothing more than to bring about all those promises. She was his world, a part of his soul; the other half of his soul. "Tonight, the pack avenges you." Leaning in he gently kissed Helen sealing the deal.

Together they walked into the clearing; Helen left Montague's side to join the others. Montague took the top of the boulder, "My Lords and Lady's. Tonight we gather to hunt our enemy once again, and that enemy is man. Tonight we gather to avenge those we have lost. This is our enemy." Radu and Dragga brought forth Dana Whitcomb. Montague nodded to Helen and she went to stand in front of Dana.

Helen looked at the shaking form of Dana wearing a blindfold. "Wish your enemy luck." Montague was beside her. She hadn't heard him move. Helen knew what that meant, knew she was to kiss the enemy. Leaning Helen fit her lips to Dana's briefly. The slightest touch wanted to make her vomit. Just as she was pulling back Dana cried out in pain Dragga had a bloody hunting knife in his hands and his eyes were amber; all the wolves had amber eyes. She looked to Montague, even his eyes were the same color. It was the blood in the air. The sight of the blood had her darker nature creeping from the bottom of her soul. Helen wanted to claim Dana's life herself. A collection of growls littered the night.

"There is a river in that forest. If you make it there and across, you have your life and your freedom. But no one ever makes it." Montague motioned to his pack to move aside and let Dana get her head start. It would thrill the wolves all the more to chase after her. Dana held her arm looking back and forth at the wolves trying to control themselves. It made Montague smile wickedly. "Glory to the Loupe Garrou who takes her life."

Montague turned to Helen slowly stripping off his coat, letting it fall to the cold stone of the boulder they were standing on. She followed suit as did the rest of the pack. As one great force, they moved into the night, slowly at first and then they all began to run. Helen looked at them, watched them as one by one each member of the pack became a wolf in a blinding light. Montague jumped down from the high boulder landing on the balls of his feet. He waited for Helen to join him and as soon as she was, they were off and running with the rest of the pack. Helen was human, so Montague would be as well. She had no trouble keeping pace with him.

They ran passed tree after tree with Montague leading Helen. He dodged and she followed until he skidded to a halt catching a scent on the wind. Whitcomb was near. His wolf began to move. "Montague!" Helen called out to him. He turned seeing Helen with Nikola's clawed fingers around her throat.

"I wouldn't move if I were you Johnny boy." Nikola warned his voice deep conveying his intent to harm Helen. He tried to not squeeze too hard. He only tried to make it look like he would hurt her.

"Let her go vampire or I will rip you limb from limb, my word to god." Montague growled baring his teeth. He knew he could shift, tackle Nikola, and bite his jugular before the vampire knew what had happened. It would have been a good idea, only, Helen was in his clutches.

"Nikola!" Dana came out of the shadows. Only she came too close to Druitt. He grabbed her about the throat. "No!" She managed to choke out.

"You let my wife go…" Montague warned, "Or she's dead and so is whatever you have going with her." Howls sang out with wolves melting out of the night surrounding them. His pack surrounded them growling at Nikola. At the word of their leader they would attack. Their queen was being threatened.

"No, I don't think so…" Nikola shook his head putting his claws closer to Helen's jugular. "Now, I can be generous. You let Dana go and Helen is free."

"You disgust me…" Helen growled trying in vane to remain still. Nikola's claws could slice into her skin easily and that would kill her.

Nikola's hand tightened his hand on Helen's throat, "Now now, that wasn't called for. Play nice Helen." With his free hand Nikola discretely slipped a disc into Helen's pocket, along with a note.

"It was you," Montague finally connected the pieces. "You injured me, clawed my back, and allowed this to take my memories." He took a step foreword stopping immediately when Nikola pulled Helen's head back and drew his fingernail over her skin; a thin trail of crimson appeared. The wolf inside of him growled signaling to the rest of the pack.

"It was me, but you fought hard and with a lot of heart," Nikola mused. "You let mine go, and I'll let yours go." He wanted so badly to tell Helen what he was up to, what he had been planning, but not right now. It was cad for him and for her. Besides, she had chosen John once again of him.

"Nikola… do something." Dana pleaded.

"Yes, Nikola, do something," Montague taunted locking his eyes with Helen. She arched her brow at him letting him know that she was fine, that she was going to get out of the way. The wolf to Helen left moved a fraction of an inch; just enough for her to ram her elbow into Nikola's gut and scramble out of the way. The wolf charged locking its teeth into Nikola's forearm. Montague in turn released Dana with his wolves following intent on keeping the hunt going.

Helen went to Montague and his fingers immediately went to her throat to make sure she wasn't too injured. "I'm fine." She took his hands, holding them close to her heart. In all the years she had known Nikola, he had only threatened her life once. Just one time. Now he had done it again to service his own petty needs and for what.

"My Lord," Dragga had returned to his human form clutching the back of Nikola's neck. "What should we do with him?"

"Let the Queen decide," Montague glared at Nikola snarling.

"Helen, don't…" Nikola stopped talking at the icy fury radiating from her eyes and the distinctive click of a hammer being pulled back on a gun; the same gun she had back in 1944. Now, he was certainly in trouble. Bullets from that gun always hurt more and Helen would never tell him why.

Helen had pulled her gun without thinking. It was the best way to save Nikola without subjecting him to the hunt. The only one who deserved to be hunted like an animal was Dana. That woman had taken so much from her and now vengeance was in order. But for Nikola… He was going to get a bullet. "I can't save you this time," Helen said aiming her gun at him. In the time between heart beats Helen calmed herself, letting the coldness seep in to take away the doubt of what she was about to do. The next heartbeat came, her finger squeezed the trigger. A crack sounded, filling the night with the scent of blood, gun powder and the scent of death. Nikola fell back to the ground.

Helen lowered her gun feeling nothing, knowing that in a few hours Nikola would be fine. He would be up and walking around annoying anyone and everyone near him. Then, after a few months, he would come back to her Sanctuary, and Helen would let him through the door. He was after all, Nikola Tesla, genius and vampire. Though, this time Helen wasn't so sure she would let him into her house knowing that he made a bargain with Whitcomb. She might just shoot him again.

Dragga crouched down near the body and opened Nikola's mouth, as was tradition a single tooth would be removed. The wolves always took a prize from the kill as a way to remember how the pack was protected, how it would always be protected. He knew his king, his leader, wanted to change the ways of the pack, but he couldn't. There was no way for them to survive outside of the old laws. In this city, at night, they were the rulers. Their law was absolute. Dragga just hoped Montague would see that. Moving away from the body he went to where Montague and his wife stood, offering the tooth to her. "A sign of your victory," He spoke low sensing a torment inside of her.

Montague took the offered trophy nodding to Dragga to join the others. As soon as Dragga was far enough away he said, "Helen, I know shooting Tesla was…"

"It was the only way to save him while making my fury at him known." Helen snapped. Montague stepped away from her instantly making her regret her tone. "I'm sorry." She put her hand on his shoulder. Montague looked at her offering her a small smile. He reached out to her, taking the necklace in his fingers where he affixed Nikola's tooth in the center. Helen didn't know how she felt about having a trophy on a necklace, but this was the way of the pack for which she would abide by.

"Tonight you are Loupe Garrou," Montague spoke proudly but with an edge of sadness. He knew Helen killed, she wouldn't have been so lucky as to escape that choice in her long life. "I'm sorry it had to be this way though," Leaning in, Montague gently kissed her forehead, "But I am proud of you."

"Proud?" Helen asked stepping away from him, "You're proud because I shot him?"

"No, proud that you protected the pack," Montague answered carefully. Helen was one to revere life, protect it at all costs. For her to take life would take a part of her soul. She only killed to protect. She had protected the pack rather than protect a man who constantly put his needs ahead of the greater good.

"I would have done it anyway." Helen lowered her head shoving her hands in her pockets where she felt something. Pulling it out, she saw a small disc with two thin needles in it, luminescent liquid, and the label John Druitt on it. There was even a note attached to it. The note was in Nikola's descriptive script; a mixture of Doctor and genius chicken scratch. Helen had learned long ago to decipher his writing.

"What is it?" Montague asked making sure to keep his place in the distance between them. Every move he made was only after Helen made her choice.

Helen showed him the disc with his name written on it. "It's you… or who you used to be." She was torn in two. On one hand she wanted Montague, her love for him growing stronger and stronger. On the other she wanted John back. John was the reason, the easy way out of not having a meaningful relationship. Montague offered her everything she had long since been denied; true love. That alone scared her. Montague was the man John should have been.

He backed away from her, from the disc. "No," He growled. "I want that thing no where near me." Montague warned.

"You could have your memories back." Helen argued. Why was she trying to hard?

"I do not want them." Running his left hand through his hair Montague paced. "My memories, my personality, made me a ruthless soulless killer. I will not become that again."

"You had a few redeeming qualities." Helen muttered.

"Apparently not enough for you to keep me and help me," He snapped.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me…"

"What about the man I was? Did it ever occur to you how he may have suffered from the madness?" Why was he arguing with her? He made his desire clear. There was no way in hell he would ever become that man again. "You're just using it as an excuse to bury who I am now. How stupid can I be to think a human would want a wolf?" He scoffed crossing his arms over his chest.

"I do want you." Helen said and walked towards him with the disc still in her hand. She put it and the note back in her pocket. "I want you, Montague. I want everything that you are." Tears sprang to her eyes. "John aroused my darkest desires, you give me love. You and John may wear the same face, speak with the same voice, look at me with the same eyes, but it's you I want." Tentatively Helen reached out, cupped his face, and wiped away the single tear that had fallen down his cheek.

Montague let his anger fade, let his arms drop and encircle his waist. "Don't make me leave." He pleaded. Montague couldn't bare the thought of having to once again be a mad man, a murderer. It would kill him.

"Never," Helen shook her head. "I chose you. John is dead to me." Under the light of a full moon she kissed him with all of her heart and her love. They would be together now like she always wanted. This time he would have something a little extra, a new family. They had a pack to take care of. Helen found she wanted the life Montague offered her. And she was going to take it.

THE END