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Hey, this is the log of what exactly happened with Helena and Jekyll/Hyde. I have to warn you, it gets pretty graphic. (Rated R for violence and sexual content)
Helena: *hasn't slept or eaten very much the past few days, so probably looks... not very good*
Jekyll: *tiredly oozes into the room and onto a couch*
Helena: *looks up and blinks* ... Henry?
Jekyll: *starts* Helena? Is that you? *realizes that's not a good way to greet your wife*
Helena: Henry! *dashes over and hugs him tightly*
Jekyll: *hugs her back* I've missed you dear.
Helena: I've missed you too... *buries her face in Henry's chest, trying not to cry*
Jekyll: Shh...shh...what's wrong dear?
Helena: Oh, everything's gone wrong, Henry...
Jekyll: What do you mean, love?
Helena: Bertie... my friend he... *bursts into tears*
Jekyll: Hush, now...what happened to Bertie?
Helena: He... he snuck into your lab and... oh God, Henry, he took some of the formula.
Jekyll: WHAT!
Helena: Darcy, his other half, is horrid! He's worse than Hyde!
Jekyll: Has he hurt you? Where is he?
Helena: No, he didn't hurt me... *touches her neck*
Jekyll: You're lying. What happened?
Helena: He... took me by the throat... and threw me onto one of the couches... twice.
Jekyll: Twice! *seething* I'll kill the bastard.
Helena: No! Please Henry, don't hurt him.
Jekyll: Why I'll...oh, no, dear, you know I didn't mean it like that...
Helena: He did it to help me.
Jekyll: How could this possibly help you?
Helena: I told him... *looks nervous* I told him about you and Hyde and... he decided that he'd give you another subject to test on... himself.
Jekyll: Helena!
Helena: *starts crying again*
Jekyll: *cuddles her* Oh dear...I should have done something sooner.
Helena: It's all my fault! I was the one who asked you to stop working on the formula
Jekyll: Hardly, dear. If I had been here, this wouldn't have happened.
Helena: *sobs into his shoulder*
Jekyll: *strokes her hair* Shh...I can fix it. I promise.
Helena: Henry... you're too good to me...
Jekyll: You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't want to take that for granted.
Helena: Oh God Henry, you'll hate me! *sob*
Jekyll: I could never hate you. Tell me what hapened.
Helena: I... Bertie and I... oh God... *hides her face in her hands*
Jekyll: *sick feeling in his stomach* Helena, please, just tell me.
Helena: We... we slept together. *bites her lip and looks away*
Jekyll: *too stunned to speak*
Helena: *too frightened and upset to look at him*
Jekyll: *recovering a little* You...you slept together?
Helena: *nods silently*
Jekyll: *quietly* Was it your choice, or was it forced?
Helena: *just as quietly* My choice
Jekyll: I see. *pulls away and sits on the couch to let it sink in*
Helena: *whispers* I'm so sorry Henry...
Jekyll: It's all right. *swipes at his eyes because men don't cry*
Helena: *shakes her head* No... it isn't. I was unfaithful.
Jekyll: Hyde isn't exactly the picture of marital fidelity. I can't hold it against you.
Helena: *looks over at Henry tearfully* ... what?
Jekyll: Helena, I can't help but feel I drove this to happen.
Helena: What... how...
Jekyll: MY potion, MY absences, MY alter-ego...my fault.
Helena: Henry...
Jekyll is now known as Hyde
Hyde: Bloody little tramp!
Helena: *winces*
Hyde: *stands and advances on her* So, I'm not good enough for you?
Helena: *backs up* No! That's not it at all!
Hyde: *grabs her wrist* Then perhaps you would be so kind as to explain it.
Helena: *a bit more forceful* As if you've never slept with other women, Hyde!
Hyde: An entirely different matter, my dear.
Helena: How?
Hyde: -I- do not have to deal with the possible reprecussions of illicet affairs.
Helena: You -- you think it doesn't upset me?
Hyde: What, being a whore?
Helena: *blushes deeply* No! Your sleeping with other women.
Hyde: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. I plagerize too, and don't care a wit what you think.
Helena: *tries to pull away from him* You're hurting me, Hyde.
Hyde: *tightens his grip* Good.
Helena: *winces* Please stop.
Hyde: *leers* Make me, tramp.
Helena: *tries to twist away from him*
Hyde: *backhands her to the floor*
Helena: *cries out in pain and tries to scramble away from him*
Hyde: *steps on the edge of her dress to stop her*
Helena: *her dress tears but she stops trying to get away*
Hyde: *grabs her by the hair and pulls her back up*
Helena: *grabs hold of his wrists and tries to twist away again, but only succeeds in hurting herself*
Hyde: *laughs* You are a fool, Helena. An utter and complete fool.
Helena: *whimpers a bit*
Hyde: *hauls her off to his lab*
Helena: *haul'd*
Hyde: *drags her in and throws her on the floor while he locks the door*
Helena: *curls up in the corner, trembling*
Hyde: *turns to her* Now, i think it's time you and I had a nice long chat.
Helena: *whispers* Oh God
Hyde: *crouches over her* Now, because I'm so generous, I'll let you choose where we start.
Helena: I'm so sorry.
Hyde: A good start. *picks her up by the arm*
Helena: *doesn't struggle*
Hyde: *leans as though he might kiss her, then throws her across the counter instead* *fourtunately, his aim is bad and he mostly misses the beakers and such*
Helena: *whimpers in pain from the counter*
Hyde: *hops up and pins her by the shoulders* Anything else to say?
Helena: *winces as broken glass cuts into her back* I... I still love you.
Hyde: How touching. *throws her off the counter*
Helena: *hits floor hard and skins the palms of her hands*
Hyde: *hops off the counter and looms over her for a moment*
Helena: *huddles on the floor*
Hyde: Now, how shall we continue. Any preference, my dear?
Helena: *choked sob*
Hyde: Come come, certainly you've some preference.
Helena: *in a wavering voice* Please... please stop.
Hyde: *snort* You would say that. *picks her up and shoves her against the counter*
Helena: *closes her eyes, mentally willing him to go away*
Hyde: *sits her on the edge of the counter* Dress. Off.
Helena: *hesitates*
Hyde: NOW!
Helena: *strips off her dress quickly, standing in her corset and underskirt*
Hyde: *smirks* Better. Keep going.
Helena: *fumbles with the laces of her corset, hands trembling*
Hyde: *flicks out a smill knife* Need some help, love?
Helena: *closes her eyes and nods*
Hyde: *neatly slices the laces* Continue.
Helena: *slips out of her underskirt and stands there naked, blushing*
Hyde: Better, tramp.
Helena: *hides her face in her hands*
Hyde: Tell me, love, what do you think of the laboratory?
Helena: ... it's just fine.
Hyde: *smirks* That's a lie if I ever heard one.
Helena: ... I hate it.
Hyde: That sounds like what I expected.
Helena: *closes her eyes again* What do you want with me?
Hyde: I cannot for the life of me decide whether I should enjoy you like this, or continue playing games.
Helena: Oh God...
Hyde: Perhaps you'd like to have a say?
Helena: You wouldn't listen to me either way.
Hyde: Well, perhaps if you actually played along...
Helena: Tell me what you want me to do.
Hyde: *chuckles* So many possiblities...
Helena: *shudders at that chuckle*
Hyde: *strokes her cheek, letting his hand trail down her chest*
Helena: *shivers and parts her lips slightly*
Hyde: *kisses her harshly*
Helena: *gasps, but has finally learned not to struggle*
Hyde: *quickly shoves her back onto the counter and takes her*
Helena: *clings to him, crying quietly*
Hyde: *finishes and drags her onto the floor with him* How are you feeling, love?
Helena: *curls up on the floor, bruised and bleeding and crying*
Hyde is now known as Jekyll
Jekyll: *jolts and falls back against the wall* What the devil..? *sees Helena* God no...
Helena: *silently pulls her dress back on, not bothering with the underskirt*
Jekyll: Helena...no, oh no...did he...? *slowly reaches out to her*
Helena: *takes his hand and slowly moves over to him*
Jekyll: *gently puts his arms around her* I'm sorry.
Helena: *lets him, despite the pain* It wasn't you...
Jekyll: *holds her and starts to cry* I should be able to stop him...after all this time and I still can't protect you...I love you.
Helena: *falls in love with him all over again* Henry... I love you too... *puts her hand on his cheek, leaving a smear of blood*
Jekyll: *clasps her hand and cries uncontrolably*
Helena: *holds him tightly, ignoring the blood slowly seeping through the back of her dress*
Jekyll: You...You're bleeding.
Helena: The glass... on the counter...
Jekyll: *hides his face* What have I done...
Helena: Oh no, love, please don't... I'm sure they're only shallow cuts, and I just skinned my palms, please don't worry so...
Jekyll: *suddenly stands and slams his hands against the counter* Damn! Damn damn damn him!
Helena: Stop! You'll hurt yourself!
Jekyll: At least hurting myself is better than hurting you!
Helena: Please stop! *tries to pull him away from the counter*
Jekyll: *raised his hand, but catches himself* What have I become? Look at me! I'm as bad as he is!
Helena: No... you'll never be like him.
Jekyll: I am him! Don't you see that!
Helena: *shakes her head* No, you are Henry Jekyll, the man I love and married.
Jekyll: *slams his head against the counter and collapses* I can't do this...
Helena: Henry no! *falls to her knees next to Henry and cradles him in her arms* Oh God, my love.
Jekyll: *pulls away from her and staggers across the room to a cupbord, out of which he pulls a vial and a syringe*
Helena: Henry what are you doing?
Jekyll: *hands her the vial and syringe* This is the closest thing to an antidote I have. There's a seventy-five percent chance it will work, but there's only one dose. Take it to Bertie and I wish you both well.
Helena: *looks at the vial and syringe, then back up at him* Henry...
Jekyll: *utterly defeated look* I'd rather give him that chance to get rid of this; I brought it upon myself. Give him my regards.
Helena: Henry don't do this, please.
Jekyll: What else can I do?
Helena: You could take it yourself. That way you could work to make another one for Bertie.
Jekyll: Yes, that's a noble and gentlemanly thing for me to do. What if it fails? Then were both doomed. At least if he takes it he'll have a chance. You both will.
Helena: *closes her hand around the vial and syringe* But I love you.
Jekyll: I love you too. That's why you need to give him the antidote. I have something else for myself.
Helena: ... what is it? *panicked expression*
Jekyll: Nothing you need to worry about.
Helena: Henry what are you talking about?
Jekyll: Just go. *goes back to the cupboard and pulls out another vial*
Helena: What are you doing? *moves closer to him, even more panicky*
Jekyll: *fills the syringe* Trying to make everything right. You should go take care of yourself.
Helena: What is in the syringe? Dear God Henry, what are you doing? *grabs his arm*
Jekyll: Let go! Would you just leave me in peace? *starting to cry again*
Helena: Henry please!
Jekyll: *kisses her* Goodbye love.
Helena: *crying now* Don't do this, please!
Jekyll: *trembling, jabs the syringe into his leg*
Helena: HENRY!
Jekyll: *falls on the floor breathing heavily* I'm sorry...
Helena: Henry... *kneels beside him, holding him*
Jekyll: *clasps her hand* I...I love you...*trails off and passes out*
Helena: NO! *clings to him*
Helena: *hasn't slept or eaten very much the past few days, so probably looks... not very good*
Jekyll: *tiredly oozes into the room and onto a couch*
Helena: *looks up and blinks* ... Henry?
Jekyll: *starts* Helena? Is that you? *realizes that's not a good way to greet your wife*
Helena: Henry! *dashes over and hugs him tightly*
Jekyll: *hugs her back* I've missed you dear.
Helena: I've missed you too... *buries her face in Henry's chest, trying not to cry*
Jekyll: Shh...shh...what's wrong dear?
Helena: Oh, everything's gone wrong, Henry...
Jekyll: What do you mean, love?
Helena: Bertie... my friend he... *bursts into tears*
Jekyll: Hush, now...what happened to Bertie?
Helena: He... he snuck into your lab and... oh God, Henry, he took some of the formula.
Jekyll: WHAT!
Helena: Darcy, his other half, is horrid! He's worse than Hyde!
Jekyll: Has he hurt you? Where is he?
Helena: No, he didn't hurt me... *touches her neck*
Jekyll: You're lying. What happened?
Helena: He... took me by the throat... and threw me onto one of the couches... twice.
Jekyll: Twice! *seething* I'll kill the bastard.
Helena: No! Please Henry, don't hurt him.
Jekyll: Why I'll...oh, no, dear, you know I didn't mean it like that...
Helena: He did it to help me.
Jekyll: How could this possibly help you?
Helena: I told him... *looks nervous* I told him about you and Hyde and... he decided that he'd give you another subject to test on... himself.
Jekyll: Helena!
Helena: *starts crying again*
Jekyll: *cuddles her* Oh dear...I should have done something sooner.
Helena: It's all my fault! I was the one who asked you to stop working on the formula
Jekyll: Hardly, dear. If I had been here, this wouldn't have happened.
Helena: *sobs into his shoulder*
Jekyll: *strokes her hair* Shh...I can fix it. I promise.
Helena: Henry... you're too good to me...
Jekyll: You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't want to take that for granted.
Helena: Oh God Henry, you'll hate me! *sob*
Jekyll: I could never hate you. Tell me what hapened.
Helena: I... Bertie and I... oh God... *hides her face in her hands*
Jekyll: *sick feeling in his stomach* Helena, please, just tell me.
Helena: We... we slept together. *bites her lip and looks away*
Jekyll: *too stunned to speak*
Helena: *too frightened and upset to look at him*
Jekyll: *recovering a little* You...you slept together?
Helena: *nods silently*
Jekyll: *quietly* Was it your choice, or was it forced?
Helena: *just as quietly* My choice
Jekyll: I see. *pulls away and sits on the couch to let it sink in*
Helena: *whispers* I'm so sorry Henry...
Jekyll: It's all right. *swipes at his eyes because men don't cry*
Helena: *shakes her head* No... it isn't. I was unfaithful.
Jekyll: Hyde isn't exactly the picture of marital fidelity. I can't hold it against you.
Helena: *looks over at Henry tearfully* ... what?
Jekyll: Helena, I can't help but feel I drove this to happen.
Helena: What... how...
Jekyll: MY potion, MY absences, MY alter-ego...my fault.
Helena: Henry...
Jekyll is now known as Hyde
Hyde: Bloody little tramp!
Helena: *winces*
Hyde: *stands and advances on her* So, I'm not good enough for you?
Helena: *backs up* No! That's not it at all!
Hyde: *grabs her wrist* Then perhaps you would be so kind as to explain it.
Helena: *a bit more forceful* As if you've never slept with other women, Hyde!
Hyde: An entirely different matter, my dear.
Helena: How?
Hyde: -I- do not have to deal with the possible reprecussions of illicet affairs.
Helena: You -- you think it doesn't upset me?
Hyde: What, being a whore?
Helena: *blushes deeply* No! Your sleeping with other women.
Hyde: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. I plagerize too, and don't care a wit what you think.
Helena: *tries to pull away from him* You're hurting me, Hyde.
Hyde: *tightens his grip* Good.
Helena: *winces* Please stop.
Hyde: *leers* Make me, tramp.
Helena: *tries to twist away from him*
Hyde: *backhands her to the floor*
Helena: *cries out in pain and tries to scramble away from him*
Hyde: *steps on the edge of her dress to stop her*
Helena: *her dress tears but she stops trying to get away*
Hyde: *grabs her by the hair and pulls her back up*
Helena: *grabs hold of his wrists and tries to twist away again, but only succeeds in hurting herself*
Hyde: *laughs* You are a fool, Helena. An utter and complete fool.
Helena: *whimpers a bit*
Hyde: *hauls her off to his lab*
Helena: *haul'd*
Hyde: *drags her in and throws her on the floor while he locks the door*
Helena: *curls up in the corner, trembling*
Hyde: *turns to her* Now, i think it's time you and I had a nice long chat.
Helena: *whispers* Oh God
Hyde: *crouches over her* Now, because I'm so generous, I'll let you choose where we start.
Helena: I'm so sorry.
Hyde: A good start. *picks her up by the arm*
Helena: *doesn't struggle*
Hyde: *leans as though he might kiss her, then throws her across the counter instead* *fourtunately, his aim is bad and he mostly misses the beakers and such*
Helena: *whimpers in pain from the counter*
Hyde: *hops up and pins her by the shoulders* Anything else to say?
Helena: *winces as broken glass cuts into her back* I... I still love you.
Hyde: How touching. *throws her off the counter*
Helena: *hits floor hard and skins the palms of her hands*
Hyde: *hops off the counter and looms over her for a moment*
Helena: *huddles on the floor*
Hyde: Now, how shall we continue. Any preference, my dear?
Helena: *choked sob*
Hyde: Come come, certainly you've some preference.
Helena: *in a wavering voice* Please... please stop.
Hyde: *snort* You would say that. *picks her up and shoves her against the counter*
Helena: *closes her eyes, mentally willing him to go away*
Hyde: *sits her on the edge of the counter* Dress. Off.
Helena: *hesitates*
Hyde: NOW!
Helena: *strips off her dress quickly, standing in her corset and underskirt*
Hyde: *smirks* Better. Keep going.
Helena: *fumbles with the laces of her corset, hands trembling*
Hyde: *flicks out a smill knife* Need some help, love?
Helena: *closes her eyes and nods*
Hyde: *neatly slices the laces* Continue.
Helena: *slips out of her underskirt and stands there naked, blushing*
Hyde: Better, tramp.
Helena: *hides her face in her hands*
Hyde: Tell me, love, what do you think of the laboratory?
Helena: ... it's just fine.
Hyde: *smirks* That's a lie if I ever heard one.
Helena: ... I hate it.
Hyde: That sounds like what I expected.
Helena: *closes her eyes again* What do you want with me?
Hyde: I cannot for the life of me decide whether I should enjoy you like this, or continue playing games.
Helena: Oh God...
Hyde: Perhaps you'd like to have a say?
Helena: You wouldn't listen to me either way.
Hyde: Well, perhaps if you actually played along...
Helena: Tell me what you want me to do.
Hyde: *chuckles* So many possiblities...
Helena: *shudders at that chuckle*
Hyde: *strokes her cheek, letting his hand trail down her chest*
Helena: *shivers and parts her lips slightly*
Hyde: *kisses her harshly*
Helena: *gasps, but has finally learned not to struggle*
Hyde: *quickly shoves her back onto the counter and takes her*
Helena: *clings to him, crying quietly*
Hyde: *finishes and drags her onto the floor with him* How are you feeling, love?
Helena: *curls up on the floor, bruised and bleeding and crying*
Hyde is now known as Jekyll
Jekyll: *jolts and falls back against the wall* What the devil..? *sees Helena* God no...
Helena: *silently pulls her dress back on, not bothering with the underskirt*
Jekyll: Helena...no, oh no...did he...? *slowly reaches out to her*
Helena: *takes his hand and slowly moves over to him*
Jekyll: *gently puts his arms around her* I'm sorry.
Helena: *lets him, despite the pain* It wasn't you...
Jekyll: *holds her and starts to cry* I should be able to stop him...after all this time and I still can't protect you...I love you.
Helena: *falls in love with him all over again* Henry... I love you too... *puts her hand on his cheek, leaving a smear of blood*
Jekyll: *clasps her hand and cries uncontrolably*
Helena: *holds him tightly, ignoring the blood slowly seeping through the back of her dress*
Jekyll: You...You're bleeding.
Helena: The glass... on the counter...
Jekyll: *hides his face* What have I done...
Helena: Oh no, love, please don't... I'm sure they're only shallow cuts, and I just skinned my palms, please don't worry so...
Jekyll: *suddenly stands and slams his hands against the counter* Damn! Damn damn damn him!
Helena: Stop! You'll hurt yourself!
Jekyll: At least hurting myself is better than hurting you!
Helena: Please stop! *tries to pull him away from the counter*
Jekyll: *raised his hand, but catches himself* What have I become? Look at me! I'm as bad as he is!
Helena: No... you'll never be like him.
Jekyll: I am him! Don't you see that!
Helena: *shakes her head* No, you are Henry Jekyll, the man I love and married.
Jekyll: *slams his head against the counter and collapses* I can't do this...
Helena: Henry no! *falls to her knees next to Henry and cradles him in her arms* Oh God, my love.
Jekyll: *pulls away from her and staggers across the room to a cupbord, out of which he pulls a vial and a syringe*
Helena: Henry what are you doing?
Jekyll: *hands her the vial and syringe* This is the closest thing to an antidote I have. There's a seventy-five percent chance it will work, but there's only one dose. Take it to Bertie and I wish you both well.
Helena: *looks at the vial and syringe, then back up at him* Henry...
Jekyll: *utterly defeated look* I'd rather give him that chance to get rid of this; I brought it upon myself. Give him my regards.
Helena: Henry don't do this, please.
Jekyll: What else can I do?
Helena: You could take it yourself. That way you could work to make another one for Bertie.
Jekyll: Yes, that's a noble and gentlemanly thing for me to do. What if it fails? Then were both doomed. At least if he takes it he'll have a chance. You both will.
Helena: *closes her hand around the vial and syringe* But I love you.
Jekyll: I love you too. That's why you need to give him the antidote. I have something else for myself.
Helena: ... what is it? *panicked expression*
Jekyll: Nothing you need to worry about.
Helena: Henry what are you talking about?
Jekyll: Just go. *goes back to the cupboard and pulls out another vial*
Helena: What are you doing? *moves closer to him, even more panicky*
Jekyll: *fills the syringe* Trying to make everything right. You should go take care of yourself.
Helena: What is in the syringe? Dear God Henry, what are you doing? *grabs his arm*
Jekyll: Let go! Would you just leave me in peace? *starting to cry again*
Helena: Henry please!
Jekyll: *kisses her* Goodbye love.
Helena: *crying now* Don't do this, please!
Jekyll: *trembling, jabs the syringe into his leg*
Helena: HENRY!
Jekyll: *falls on the floor breathing heavily* I'm sorry...
Helena: Henry... *kneels beside him, holding him*
Jekyll: *clasps her hand* I...I love you...*trails off and passes out*
Helena: NO! *clings to him*