A drive through hell.

Summary: What if the police car had crashed during the drive, knocking Sartain unconscious and Allyson was alone with Michael? Would he help her get out, or kill her there and then? If he did do the former, her surviving the night isn't guaranteed, is it?

Allyson knew she was in trouble. The full gravity of which had not yet sunk in. She was alone in a locked police cruiser with the right now unconscious Psychopath Michael Myers who wouldn't hesitate to kill her, as well as his doctor who had just murdered the officer who'd been driving this car. She knew that if she didn't get out of the car before Myers stirred, she was dead. Allyson had no idea why the doctor had driven this way. They weren't near any houses that she could see. Her grandmother's compound was a long way away yet. The road they were on appeared deserted. She'd watched in horror as Sartain had murdered Hawkins in cold blood with his bladed pen, unable to help in any way. How could he have done that? Hawkins had wanted to shoot Michael to the head and Allyson had wanted exactly the same. For some crazy reason she couldn't even begin to understand, Sartain wanted to save the masked murderer. Ok he'd been his doctor, but still…

Allyson had seen Michael's old doctor's words about getting him executed. "It needs to die. I'll be with him, my ear on his chest to ensure his vital signs have stopped." He'd described him as pure evil. Said he'd kept him locked up for that very reason. Now, he was dead and Sartain had taken over. He wanted to see Michael in the wild. He'd said as much moments ago. He'd only seen him in a controlled environment. He wanted to see him uncontained. Allyson thought he'd also gone insane. Could working in a Psychiatric hospital do that?

"People want to kill Michael," Sartain said. "I won't allow it." Allyson didn't trust herself to answer. She no longer trusted the doctor's judgement given he too had just committed murder. Could being around Myers long enough do that to a person? She found herself gripping the wire mesh, desperate to find an escape. But there was none. She knew their eventual destination was Laurie's compound and she desperately wished she could warn her grandmother. Would have if her stupid so-called boyfriend hadn't just chucked her phone in a God damn cheese bowl.

Every few seconds, Allyson glanced at the unconscious killer seated next to her, trying not to look at the lethal knife in his coveralls pocket. Eventually, what she was absolutely terrified of happened. Michael's mask was no longer in his lap where Sartain had thrown it after lugging him in. Myers now wore it and was looking straight at her. Allyson wanted to shout "fuck" more than anything, but forced herself to remain silent. She had to. If she could somehow avoid the killer's intention… Laurie had survived Michael Myers, her grandmother. Allyson was determined to at least try and follow her example. Now she cursed herself for being one of those who'd thought her grandmother was just being paranoid. What the hell was Karen going to say to this?

Sartain looked over his shoulder. "Michael?" Immediately, the killer turned his head towards his doctor, who held his blank, cold gaze. Allyson was trying as hard as she could not to scream. She was sure both of them were dead. When she'd told Sartain where to go, she'd said "before he wakes up and kills us both." Well now he'd done the first. Myers turned back and grabbed Allyson's hair, slamming her against the door. For the moment it wasn't an attack, she was simply in his way. He scooted across the seat towards her and raised his boot, slamming it in to the window. The glass didn't as much as fracture. Allyson figured others had tried that before him. This part was for prison transport after all. It was a mobile prison cell. Allyson suddenly found herself somewhere she thought she'd never be. Right then she was united with Michael Myers. She wanted out of here as badly as he did, all be it for different reasons. She looked at the thick glass and considered. She had an idea, but would it work? Prisoners usually had their property taken from them before they got in the car of course, but she still had hers.

Sartain was clearly desperate to see the outcome of Michael's and Laurie's reunion, because he'd picked up speed. Allyson cowered against her door, trying to keep as far away from Michael as possible. Why the fuck had Sartain locked him in the back with her? Why not in the front? She knew there was no point thinking this, but she couldn't help it. As if on cue, he turned a sharp corner in to a narrow street and didn't see the brick wall ahead of him, as he kept looking back at the killer behind him. Allyson opened her mouth to scream a warning, but she wasn't quick enough. The police cruiser hit the wall head on, and flipped over as if it was made of plastic. It skidded along the road and smashed in to a hedge, before landing on its side and becoming still. Allyson grabbed the mesh barrier to avoid gravity pushing her straight in to Michael. Glancing in to the front, she saw Sartain had a massive head wound and he'd gone through the windscreen, landing back in his seat. She was pretty sure he was dead.

"Fucking idiot," Allyson cursed. That was what happened when wearing no seatbelt. Allyson was certain she'd gone mad, (with shock perhaps) when she turned towards Michael and softly spoke. "You ok? I've got an idea to get us out of this. I think he's dead." She couldn't believe she'd just spoken to Michael Myers. Of course, the killer made no answer. "I… I'm really sorry about this," she said softly, knowing she couldn't stop what was about to happen. She had to release the mesh to do this. As a result, she was finally forced against Myers. She could hardly believe it when the killer didn't try to push her away from him. Maybe he couldn't?

Allyson looked in her bag and pulled out hand cream. Her thinking was if she could make the edges slippery, the glass frame may have more give. Crazy, but… Grabbing the barrier, she pulled herself back to her window and began to test her experiment. Myers was still trying to violently smash the window on his side, but with no success. This was it. She took a deep breath. Again, she couldn't believe what she was about to say. "Michael, there's a knife in your pocket. I need to borrow it. I think I've got this." She could hardly believe her eyes when the masked killer withdrew it and held it out to her handle first. She knew this was only temporary, once they got out of here he'd kill her, she had no doubts about that what so ever.

"Thanks," She took the knife from him and began to slide it around the edges of the cream slippery window, cutting the rubber from the glass. "Yes!" She breathed as the glass began to slip. But how the hell was she going to open this thing? It needed smashing. She wasn't strong enough to do it. Next second, Myers had slid towards her and now he was against her. She leant back as he raised his elbow and slammed it in to the cream slippery glass. Which smashed. Allyson just had time to grab the barrier to stop herself catapulting through the window. But they'd made a start. They had an exit. She tried not to look at the dead doctor in the driver's seat. Her sympathy for him was limited. Despite the fact that right now, she and Michael Myers were kind of… Working together. The thought came then. What would grandmother say? She smiled riley. She'd have to get out of this first. This could be bad. Sharp glass everywhere and she could cut herself. She turned her head towards Myers. Without speaking, she handed him the bottle, then slowly, reluctantly, the knife.

Within a minute, Myers too had smashed his window the same way she had. To her surprise, he returned the bottle to her. She stuck it back in her bag. Now both windows were smashed. Both door handles were stuck against the ground and hedge, so neither would open. Allyson knew this. She took a deep breath. If this went wrong, she'd be cut to pieces. Lethal glass was all around her not to mention a spikey hedge. While she was still trying to find the courage to attempt this, the killer had already got out of his window and to the ground and was now on his feet. She couldn't get across to his side, because gravity would throw her straight out the window. "Shit," she breathed. This was going to be very dangerous. She cursed Sartain. This was all his damn fault. He'd put her here in the first place! Then went too fast after committing murder and crashed in to a fucking wall. She took a final deep breath and leant towards her window. That was when the strong hands closed around her left arm, pulling her towards the other side of the car. Allyson's head filled then with one absurd, but true and unstoppable fact.

I'm trusting Michael Myers. I'm, trusting, Michael, Myers! This was insane. This was suicide! Wasn't it? Myers didn't release her arm and she felt him start to pull it, tugging her towards him. She had no choice. She had to do it. She had to trust the killer. But she was afraid. Not just of Myers. She knew how lethal that glass was. Myers may be able to get out without damage, but her? She smiled humourlessly. Yeah Allyson, she thought. You want to die in a side down police car? You have to! He may very well kill you when you're out anyway so…

She took a final deep breath and released her grip on the mesh. Instantly, she slid fast towards Myers. If she hadn't felt what happened next herself, she would never have believed it. Myers released her arm and both his strong arms came around her, but not by the neck. She didn't think, she just did. She turned so her feet were on the seat and she was facing the window backwards. Myers's arms tightened around her and pulled her through the window. She was sure her head was about to make contact with the ground. But it didn't. Because as Myers pulled her out, she felt one hand gently rest against the back of her head so that very thing didn't happen.

She found herself on her back on concrete and brushed glass from her clothes. Thank God she was still in her Clyde costume. Her trousers and suit jacket protected her. Myers's arms came around and under her then, raising her up. She realised then her feet were caught in the seatbelt. Slowly, carefully while still being supported by Myers, she began to work them loose. Eventually, she pulled her feet through the window. Myers eased her up then so she too was finally on her feet. She swayed, dizzy, putting one hand to her head. Shit it hurt. She now noticed she had blood on her clothes. She held on to the car for support, careful to avoid glass. Sartain's door had landed facing up and she watched as Myers yanked it open, pulling the doctor out by the jacket.

"Fucking twat," Allyson glared at Sartain. As she did so, his eyes flickered open. "What?" His voice was quiet. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you what fucking happened," Allyson raged. "You crashed in to a God damn wall! Nearly killed all of us!"

"How did…" Sartain started, but his voice trailed off. Allyson again wasn't sure if she herself had gone mad, but she looked at Myers and actually smiled at him, before winking slightly in an, I won't tell if you don't gesture. Michael looked dispassionately almost indifferently at Sartain. Allyson was still glaring at the doctor. He'd endangered all their lives and even before that hers, placing her in a locked cage with a killer. A killer who'd just pulled her to safety. The voice spoke quietly in Allyson's mind and she couldn't deny it. Sartain's eyes opened again and he once more tried to speak.

"Just shut up damn it," Allyson said before she could stop herself. "Please. I really don't want to hear anything you have to say." Automatically, without thinking she pulled out her phone. The damn thing was trash. A mess. She glanced up and noticed Myers was once again looking at her. No, not at her, at the phone in her hand. "Don't worry," she actually smiled a little at him. "Doesn't work. It's covered in fucking nacho cheese!" There was no way she was going to risk goading or winding up Michael Myers. She was sticking to the truth.

"What, what happened to the car?" Sartain softly spoke again. "I think that's the least of your problems," Allyson snapped. "We're trapped out here you bastard! It's a damn long walk to get anywhere! Oh I almost don't believe this!" Sartain turned towards Michael. "Are you…"

He got no further. Allyson didn't see what happened because dizziness overwhelmed her then and she had to close her eyes, slumping to her knees on the ground and lowering her head. But when the dizzy spell passed, she looked up and had to cover her mouth. Sartain was no longer talking for one simple reason. His brains were out of his skull. His whole head was crushed. "Good fucking riddance," Allyson mumbled, unable to stop herself. She tried to stand, but her legs were shaking too badly. She grabbed the open facing up driver's door, using it to try and push herself up. She managed it but was still shaking uncontrollably. Whether from adrenaline or fear, she didn't know. All she knew right that second was she needed help. Either that, or she was seconds away from death herself at Michael's hands. Right then given her current situation, she almost welcomed it. She couldn't walk. She was scared to even let go of the damn car.

She looked up to see Myers move away from the dead doctor, blood covering the ground along with brain matter. She forced herself not to look again or she'd throw up. Next second, Myers was standing at her side. "Are you going to kill me?" Her voice shook as much as her body was. Of course, Myers didn't reply. Instead, she felt him take her arm as if to pull her away from the smashed wreck of the police car.

"I… I can't," she spoke softly. "I can't walk. If I let go, I'll hit the ground. My balance is shot. I'll never make it out of here like this." Myers continued to pull her arm, to the point where she had to let go. She stumbled backwards fully expecting to hit the ground, and that would be it. Maybe she'd have her skull crushed by Myers just as Sartain had. But again, neither happened. Instead, she was caught by Myers, her back against his strong chest. Unable to stop herself, she turned to face him, still in his grip. Their eyes met and locked. Hers scared, his cold, blank. As if she was made of plastic, Myers lifted her up in to his arms. Allyson didn't try to resist; she Couldn't. She was too tired and weak. Nor did she try to when her head hit the killer's shoulder. He didn't try to move it. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed as she blacked out was Myers turning and beginning to walk away from the smashed car. The last thing she felt, were his arms tightening around her as he carried her in to the night.

Confusion. That was the first thing Allyson felt when she opened her eyes. It was swiftly followed by pain. Jesus her head hurt. She could feel something soft underneath her and finally realised she was lying on her own suit jacket, a thick coat under her as a pillow. She was still in her trousers, shirt and tie. She blinked, trying to get her bearings. She had no idea where she was. That was when she felt the gentle arm around her. She turned her head slightly and saw a man in trousers and a shirt kneeling beside her. For a second, she didn't recognise him. Then it all came flooding back. The smashed police car, Sartain's death, hers and Myers's escape from it. The man beside her was Michael Myers! She looked up and felt shock crash over her. He'd removed his mask and was no longer wearing his black coveralls, just trousers and a shirt. Where he'd got them from she didn't like to think. Hopefully not by killing someone.

"M… Michael?" Her voice was quiet, hoarse. She coughed a little. Her throat was dry, she desperately needed water. Next second, she felt a bottle of it gently being pushed in to her hand. She took a couple of sips gratefully then handed it back to Myers. She had some painkillers in her bag so she swallowed two of them with the water. "Where am I?" She asked, her voice a little stronger. Then she mentally kicked herself. Duh! Because he'll answer, idiot. She glanced around her. They still appeared to be a long way from anywhere. Where the hell had Sartain driven them just now? Wait, was it just now? How long had she been unconscious? She remembered feeling Myers holding her tighter just before she closed her eyes, but how long had it been? An hour? Two?

Just then, a car approached and stopped in front of them. Allyson then realised another thing. Her head was awkwardly bandaged in what felt like a shirt. Her suit jacket was covered in blood. Was she still bleeding? Looking up at the approaching car, she saw it was another police cruiser. The passenger window slid down and she heard a female officer's voice. "You guys ok there?"

Suddenly she understood. Without his mask and coveralls, they had no idea it was Michael Myers. But why did he care about being recognised? Surely his desire was just to kill anyone he met? Well except me, she thought before she could stop herself. You're not dead yet kid.

The back door opened and the female officer spoke again. "Jump in, we'll get you guys to a hospital. That's a lot of blood Miss. We'll get you and your friend there checked out."

Allyson fought the urge to laugh. She felt like she'd burst in to crazy hysterics due to stress, tiredness and a damn bad headache. Friend? Ha! Then she realised the back door had opened and looked up to see the cage inside it. "No," she whispered, not caring who heard. "I… I can't get in another one of those… Not again… Please, I can't…"

That was when Myers's gentle arms came around her yet again, lifting her slowly and gently to her feet. "Michael," Allyson pleaded, unable to help herself. "I can't, not again…" But Myers didn't answer and gently lifted her in, getting in beside her. The heavy barrier then the door slammed shut. Allyson felt fear grip her immediately and started when Myers's hand touched her arm. He was trying to relax her? This was almost beyond belief. It was only when Myers's arm gently closed around her pulling her closer to him she realised she was badly shaking. She fastened her seatbelt as the officer got back in to the front and started the engine. "We just have to drop your fellow passenger home, then we'll get you to hospital." Allyson only then realised there was someone else in the cage with them. She looked to her right and drew in a sharp breath. It was Cameron.

Allyson couldn't stop herself glaring at him. If it hadn't been for him she'd have had a working phone and… Then what? Said a quiet voice in her head. Then what, huh Allyson? You'd have called the police and probably got killed all the faster. Michael hasn't killed you yet. Hell he's holding you trying to relax you right now. What the fuck? So if you had a phone, you wouldn't have this… This what? Bond? With Michael Myers? She had no other word for it. Bond.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Cameron asked, looking at her bloody clothes.

"Like you give a fuck," Allyson snapped back at him as they pulled away. "Just leave it."

"I mean Jesus!" Cameron continued as if he hadn't heard her. "You're covered in blood and your head's bandaged with a fucking shirt. What happened Allyson?" Allyson was suddenly too tired to answer. Her head was starting to hurt less thanks to her painkillers, but not by much. She still felt hammer blows of pain if she moved it too much. She suspected she was concussed. Luckily she hadn't thrown up though. That was one blessing at least. Myers's arm hadn't left her shoulders, still holding her against him. Allyson had no idea how much she'd welcome it until it happened. She found herself again resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you," she breathed so only the killer heard. "I don't know about you but I'll never see a police cruiser cage the same way again," she gave him a small smile.

"I meant what I said you know," Cameron went on. Allyson rolled her eyes. "I didn't do anything with Kim, she came up to me. Don't cry about it. I'm trying to respect she still has feelings, I'm sorry. She already has eating issues and I didn't want to make it worse. What was I supposed to do?"

"Fucking hell Cameron," Allyson said tiredly, too tired to even sound angry. "Just please shut the fuck up?" The two officers in front seemed to be taking absolutely no notice of their three passengers. They were talking and laughing among themselves, not paying the slightest attention to Allyson, Cameron and Michael. Ha, Allyson thought. If only you knew who you have in your car right now. You'd have your guns on him so fast we'd miss it if we blinked.

"Don't be such a tight bitch," Cameron said and Allyson was sure Myers tensed beside her. She could hardly believe what she was doing when she softly touched his arm. "It's ok," she breathed. "He's a jerk anyway." But her head was spinning again and nothing to do with possible concussion this time. What the fuck? Why the bloody hell would Michael Myers give two shits what Cameron said to her? "I'm serious," Cameron pressed on, apparently not realising he was potentially winding up seriously the wrong man. "It was only a phone; anyone would think I threw you in to that cheese bowl." Allyson sighed. "Shut up," she repeated for the third time. "Please. I'm too tired."

"Just answer me bitch," Cameron snarled and this time there was no mistaking it. Michael Myers had tensed and his arm around her tightened. Uh oh, she thought. Cameron please, please, shut up? "What?" She asked him with a sigh. "Answer you what?"

"Why were you so het up about Kim? It was only a fucking kiss to the neck. What's the big deal? Anyone would think I shagged her!"

"You know I can't stand her," Allyson said. "I know she still likes you and… Oh fucking hell! It's so trivial, forget it. If you want Kim have Kim."

"Here we are Mr. Elam," one of the officers said as the car stopped. Cameron was still glaring at Allyson. "Maybe I will," he shot back at her. Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Myers and out the door before the cops could react. Allyson was so shocked, she couldn't and didn't struggle. But she did see it when Myers stepped out beside her. "We'll be fine from here," Cameron said to the officers. "Thanks. I'll give them a lift to the hospital." Allyson could hardly believe it when the male officer nodded and the cops drove away. Just shows how much attention they'd paid. Allyson glared again at Cameron. "What, the, fuck?"

"You walked away from me last night," Cameron snarled. "We're going to talk."

"Enjoyed your time in a fucking police cell?" Allyson shot back, pulling her arm from his grip. So it must've been a few hours at least. "Fuck off Cameron. You made it clear how you felt earlier. Plus you were drunk as all hell. Oscar got you fucked up. You were drinking from that flask all night. You, not Oscar. I can't face anymore shit Cameron. Just leave me alone ok?"

Allyson knew Cameron lived on his own in a street with not many houses and sure enough it was currently deserted. Maybe that was why Cameron did what he did. Next second he'd grabbed Allyson's jacket. She staggered, her balance still off and fell to the ground. This time with nothing to break her fall she did hit her head on it, hitting it for a second time tonight. She tried to get to her feet, but before she could Cameron had stepped forward and punched her straight to the face. She felt her nose shatter under the impact, immediately beginning to pour blood. Now she really did need medical help. "You bastard," she yelled as she again tried to stand up, blood pouring down her face. "What the fuck?"

"You'll be alright," Cameron snarled, leaning over her. "Just ask your boyfriend there for help! Bit old for you isn't he? Maybe I will fuck Kim. She's certainly nicer to me than you are, criticising everything I do. If I want to get drunk I'll get drunk. High I'll get high At least Kim's not a tight bitch who won't open her legs for me like you won't, or…" He stopped speaking and made a strangled sound. Allyson looked up and gasped. He was no longer speaking because Michael had him by the throat.

Holy fuck, was all Allyson could think as she struggled to her feet. He can't be doing this because Cameron insulted and assaulted me, is he? That's… That's… "Michael," Allyson said before she could stop herself. "He's not worth it…" To her complete shock, Myers eventually released Cameron, who fell to the ground gasping for breath. He was still alive! No way, Allyson stared at him. He wasn't dead. Michael hadn't killed him. Because I asked him not to? No fucking way! He's Michael Myers! He kills whoever he wants. It had nothing to do with that!

"Consider yourself fucking warned," it was Allyson's turn to snarl. "Just leave me the fuck alone because next time I won't say anything. Just fuck off!" After a minute, Cameron struggled to his feet and without another word he headed towards and in to his small house. Allyson stared at Myers, totally bewildered. What the fuck just happened?" "Ex-boyfriend," she said to Michael with a shrug. "As you can see, such a charmer." She actually grinned at him this time. "Kissed another girl at the school dance then broke my phone. It was him who threw it in to the cheese bowl. Look." Unlike before, this time she actually held it up and passed it to him and Myers took it. "It's totally fucked. Thanks Cameron." It was only then she noticed Myers was looking intently at Cameron's door. He was considering the kill after all. Allyson gently touched his arm. "Honestly," she said quietly. "He's not worth it. He's just an idiot who by his own admission gets drunk all the time. Yeah he treats women just fabulously," she rolled her eyes. "But don't waste your time on him."

My new boyfriend? She thought. That's hilarious. Cameron almost found out who he actually was and didn't like it much! Michael Myers my new boyfriend? Jesus you've got to be joking! Myers turned back to her and put his arm back around her. This time, she found she could walk ok and they walked away from Cameron's house. "Now I do need help," Allyson said quietly to Michael. "I think he's broken my nose." Myers led her to one side and stopped, pulling her close to him yet again. She felt herself lean in to him. "Careful," she said softly. "I don't want to get blood on your shirt." Myers gently took her face in his hand, either not hearing or ignoring her. Gently he pushed the shirt sleeve in to her mouth and she suddenly realised what he was about to do. She braced herself, then nodded to him. Yet again, she thought. I'm trusting Michael Myers. Twice in one night? Will I be right to do so both times?

But she couldn't think any further because that was when Myers made his sudden and quick move and she felt more than heard the crack! As he reset her nose. She yelled with pain against the shirt sleeve and staggered violently, trying to pull away from him. But Myers's arms tightened as she gasped for breath against the pain. Fuck it was agony. "Jesus Christ!" Allyson yelled as Myers continued to hold her. "Fuck me that hurt…" She eventually looked up, tears streaming down her face. "T… Thanks," she managed eventually. The bleeding had slowed and finally stopped after Myers had reset her nose. Yet again, she found herself asking another question for the second time tonight. What would grandmother say to this? Myers led her towards an idling but empty car. What the hell the owners were doing she had no idea. Gently, Myers pushed her in to the front seat, then got in to the driver's one and pulled away. Allyson remembered Laurie telling them Michael could drive cars. Now, she was completely at his mercy. When this realisation hit, she expected to feel fear. But she didn't. She didn't know if that meant she was crazy, but she didn't! Myers had her completely now and could do whatever he wanted with her. Yet, she trusted him. She glanced at her watch. It was half past midnight now. "Thank fuck for that," again she found herself smiling at Myers. "No cage this time huh?" Myers's face and gaze remained blank, but he looked over at her and their eyes again locked. She smiled at him again and it was genuine. She couldn't deny it. "Thank you Michael," she said softly as he picked up speed and began to drive them in to the night. She had no idea where they were going, but right now was too tired to care. She'd been through enough tonight, that was for damn sure. She felt her eyes closing as she lent her head against the headrest behind her. But before sleep took her she looked over at Myers and spoke seven words with a shaky laugh. "I think I owe you my life."

It was the gentle motion of breaks being applied which woke Allyson from her deep sleep. She glanced at her watch. It was four AM. Bloody hell. She'd slept for hours. But where was she? She stretched, trying to unstiffen her neck. She was in the passenger seat of another car. What was it with her and cars tonight? She opened her eyes slowly and looked over at him. Him. The man who'd been with her for hours now and hadn't killed her. That for Allyson was the most unreal and surprising thing of all. This whole night had just been the strangest of her life. Sartain's death, Cameron breaking her nose which still stung but not as much, Myers almost killing Cameron, her asking him not to and his releasing him. But why had he done that? There had to be another reason. Michael Myers took requests/orders from no one.

She glanced out of the window then and felt her stomach go cold. They were outside her grandmother's compound. How the hell did Myers know where it was? Also why wasn't he trying to get in and kill Laurie? It was what he'd wanted for forty years after all wasn't it? But Myers had made no move to get out of the car. Allyson glanced at him again and was almost sure his eyes too were now closed. But this was after all Michael Myers. He could easily be toying with her, but somehow she doubted it. He was only a man after all. Maybe he was exhausted to. If so she understood completely. Getting quietly out of the car and closing her door, she started to slowly walk towards her grandmother's house. Michael had parked the car off the cameras she now realised, which was why Laurie hadn't seen them. Allyson smiled riley to herself. How the hell would she have reacted if she'd seen her granddaughter in a car asleep next to Michael Myers? Not well, that was for sure.

She didn't have to speak over the intercom however. As soon as she appeared on camera, the gates whirred smoothly open. She entered and headed up the drive. Jesus, she thought. How the hell am I going to tell grandmother this? I don't think she'll believe me and I wouldn't blame her. Hell I wouldn't if it was the other way round! Before she reached the front door, it opened and Laurie pulled her tightly in to her arms. "Allyson baby! Thank God! Are you alright? I was so worried, I thought…"

I'd been killed by the very man whose just bought me here and saved me from a car accident? "I'm ok Grandmother, I…"

"What happened to your head?"

"I was…" Allyson took a breath. "Involved in a car crash."

"How? When?" That was when a door opened from the living room and Allyson could only stare in shock as Vicky came out and ran to her, pulling her in to a gentle hug, mindful of her head wound. "Ally!" She had tears in her eyes Allyson noticed and her heart swelled with love for her best friend. "Girl! We were so worried! Barbara said they lost you at the dance! Something happened with you and Cameron? What happened to your head? We're so glad you're safe!"

"How?" Allyson stared at her friend, unable to comprehend this. Her brain was struggling to keep up and her head was starting to pound again. "I came over as soon as I knew what'd happened," Vicky explained, releasing her. "I've been trying and trying to call you! Your phone is off. Why?" Laurie nodded. "As have I."

"Cameron," Allyson said with a weary sigh. "He decided it would be a good idea to throw it in to a bowl of nacho cheese."

"What?" Vicky and Laurie said in unison. "On purpose?" Vicky asked.

"Yup," Allyson rolled her eyes. "He was pissed as all hell. Got annoyed I kept looking at it and chucked it in there." She mimicked Cameron's voice. "Every time I turn around you're buried in your phone. Looking at it, talking with people, texting with people. It sucks."

"What a jerk," Vicky said in disgust. "That would explain it."

"He kissed Kim," Allyson said quietly. "Well more accurately she kissed him to the neck, but he was a total jerk about it. Before you ask my nose is swollen because he punched me in it."

"WTF?" Vicky looked outraged as did Laurie. "Little shit," she said softly. "You're well shot kiddo. But how did you get back here? Also that looks like it's been recently set. Who did that for you?" Well, so this is it, Allyson thought. It's truth or nothing. "I…" She started. "I'll tell you," she looked at both of them. "But you're not going to believe me."

"How come?" Vicky asked as Laurie raised an eyebrow. Allyson looked in to her grandmother's eyes. "I need to ask you to do something for me," she said quietly. "Listen and not interrupt? No matter what I'm saying. Please?" Laurie looked surprised at the request but nodded as did Vicky. Allyson took a deep breath and began to speak.

"So it all started when I was walking home. I was alone after Cameron broke my phone. I saw Officer Hawkins driving towards me and Dr Sartain Michael's doctor," she added to Vicky who'd looked blank. "Was in the car with him. Hawkins got me in to the back and we were driving along when we saw him. Michael Myers." Laurie gasped but as promised, didn't interrupt her granddaughter. "Next thing I know, Hawkins had hit Michael with his car, knocked him down. They both got out but I was trapped in the back so I couldn't. Hawkins was totally prepared to shoot Michael in the head, but Sartain wouldn't let him. Eventually he… He…" Allyson shivered a little as the memory replayed itself across her mind. Laurie and Vicky put their arms around her. "He pulled out his pen which it turned out had one hell of a wicked blade in it. He stabbed Hawkins to the neck, killed him." Both women covered their mouths in horror. "Next thing Sartain has dragged Michael in to the back of the car with me. We're both locked in the cage." Laurie and Vicky turned if possible even paler. "So he's driving along, I'd told him roughly where you live because I knew he'd never get through your security grandmother," Laurie smiled at her and tightened her arm around her. "He was clearly desperate to get here, but I don't know which way he went as we were miles from anywhere when it happened. So he keeps looking back at Michael and next second he's smashed straight in to a wall. That was when I hit my head, against the window and… Then again later on when Cameron punched me. Hit it on the concrete. So Sartain's unconscious and I'm alone with Michael Myers in a locked police car. For some reason, I find myself asking, "are you ok?" While at the same time looking at the windows. Of course he doesn't answer, just looks at me from behind that… That mask while trying to violently smash the window. So I have an idea to get out. I pulled out hand cream and rubbed it around the frame to make them slippery. Then, I don't know if I'd gone mad or was delirious from the head knock," she smiled riley again. "But I asked Michael to borrow his knife and he gives it to me handle first."

"Jesus!" Vicky and Laurie said in unison. Allyson grinned a little. "Tell me about it. So I used the knife to cut the rubber away and then Michael smashed the window with his elbow as I wasn't strong enough to do it before I gave him the bottle to do his own window. Then he actually helped me out through his window, as mine was stuck in a hedge. Keep in mind the car was on its side at this point."

"Seriously?" Vicky whistled. Allyson nodded. Laurie looked speechless. "Then he pulls Sartain out by his jacket and the idiot regains consciousness and asks what'd happened. I have to say I wasn't very nice to him considering he'd just crashed in to the wall. But he doesn't get very far before Michael… Well killed him. You don't need the details. I didn't fully see it because I'd shut my eyes from dizziness. Anyway, a few seconds later Michael's there by my side and pulling me away from the car. I tell him I can't, because I can't walk. My balance is shot. If I let go I'll fall over, etc. Next thing he's carrying me in his arms."

"What?" Laurie and Vicky said together. Allyson nodded. "I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't been the one involved. I found my head against his shoulder and then I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm lying on my suit jacket, a coat under me as a pillow and I was covered by I think Michael's coveralls. He had trousers and a shirt on. He handed me a bottle of water.

"Wait, Vicky said. "Michael Myers handed you a bottle of water?" Allyson nodded, with a slight smile. "Yup. Then a police car approached us and offered to take me to hospital. We got in and Cameron was in there with us, having just been released. He was being a drunk and disorderly prick and got himself arrested."

"Whoops," Vicky grinned a little. Laurie still looked in a state of shock. "So off we go and Cameron starts insulting me. Asks why I was so bothered about Kim, then called me a bitch. I promise you I'm not joking, Myers tensed next to me. I was nervous about getting in to another of those cages after what'd just happened and next second Michael's got his arm around my shoulders!"

"That…" Laurie's voice shook. "That can't be right. Are you sure you didn't…"?

"Hallucinate it?" Allyson said quietly, smiling humourlessly. "Nope. So we get to Cameron's house and he yanks me out by the arm, saying we'll talk considering I'd hardly answered him except to tell him to shut the fuck up. I was too tired to deal with his shit and the drama. So Cameron grabs me and yanks me out of the car, telling the officers he'll take me to the hospital. Michael steps out next to me and the damn officers just drive away. Cameron says we're going to talk, but I've just had enough. I make to leave, but he grabs my jacket and punches me to the face, breaking my nose."

"Arsehole," Vicky muttered.

"Michael pulls me close against him and resets my nose. Then he stole a car, gently pushing me in to the front before driving us off. I fell asleep again and next thing I knew we were here."

"Are you telling me," Laurie said softly. "That Michael Myers is still here?"

"Yes unless he's left the car," Allyson said. "He parked away from the cameras." It was at that exact moment as if on cue, Myers appeared in the front doorway, his tall frame blocking out all light. Laurie hadn't closed the gate. The irony didn't escape Allyson. For years Laurie had been meticulous about security and when it actually happened… She smiled slightly to herself. "Please don't kill each other?" She'd said before she could stop herself. "I think I owe Michael my life tonight."

"You've taken your mask off?" Was all Laurie could say, still not moving with shock, Allyson assumed. Laurie's and Michael's eyes were fixed on each other, their locked gaze spanning forty years. Allyson glanced at Vicky, who mouthed, "wo." Neither Michael or Laurie had made any kind of aggressive move towards the other. Laurie looked as if she'd never move again. She and Michael seemed to be silently talking with their eyes alone. "Is… Is this all true?" Laurie said eventually, her voice a hushed whisper. The killer ever so slightly nodded his head. Laurie looked from him to Allyson, who also did slightly but her slight nod was due to her headache.

"Before you do kill each other though," Allyson said, managing a week grin. "Can I please, please get to a hospital?" Before she finally did collapse. Before any of them saw just how, Myers had caught her gently in his arms before she hit the ground. Vicky looked up at the killer as speechless as Laurie now. Slowly and gently, Myers lifted her up in to his arms and carried her towards Laurie's pickup, Laurie and Vicky following behind as though they were sleep walking. "I… I…" Vicky stammered. "I…" Laurie smiled at her and gently touched her arm. "I know." Was all she said.

When Allyson regained consciousness yet again, she was lying in a comfortable hospital bed. Her head was now properly bandaged as opposed to with a shirt. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright hospital lights. "Yay she's awake," said a soft voice. Vicky. "Well hello sleepyhead."

"What… Where?" Allyson automatically tried to sit up, but Vicky gently pushed her back down. "Wo easy there. You're in hospital. Lie still you. You're not concussed, just a bad head wound. You were lucky. You'll be fine. Doctor's also reset your nose completely. Says Michael did a damn good job though."

Allyson swallowed; her throat was very dry. Instantly, Vicky handed her some water from a jug at her bedside. "Where are grandmother and Michael?" Allyson croaked having taken small sips. Vicky smiled. "They haven't killed each other, don't worry. They're outside. I think Laurie is still struggling to believe this though."

"I don't blame her," Allyson said quietly, slumping back against her pillows. "She's not the only one." A couple of minutes later, a nurse entered, Laurie and Myers right behind her. "That's a good friend you have there," the nurse said to Allyson, smiling approvingly at Myers. "Reset your nose very well, doctor didn't have much to do and he certainly kept you safe. If it hadn't been for him bandaging your head when he did, it could've been a lot worse. No concussion you'll be pleased to hear, just a bad cut." This time, referring to Michael Myers as a friend didn't sound quite so absurd…

Allyson tried to speak, but was too tired. Before she could get the words out, her eyes were once again closing.

When she woke, sunlight was properly bathing the room and Vicky told her it was just gone mid-day. "Laurie and Mr. Myers are still here," she said, with a sly grin. "Neither of them have left."

"Really?" Allyson was absurdly touched by the fact Michael Myers was still there. But why? Why did he care if she was alright? Granted he'd protected her last night, but… A little while later, she was discharged and Laurie drove her, Vicky and Michael back towards her house. Allyson smiled at the irony as Laurie didn't stop Michael from stepping in behind them. It was insane! The doctors had given her stern orders to lie down for a couple of days and Allyson knew Laurie and Vicky would make sure she did. Of that she had no doubt. But before she let them usher her up the stairs she turned to Michael.

"Michael, I can't thank you enough for… For everything you did last night. But…" She swallowed. "Why? Why didn't you… You know, kill me there and then?" Allyson and Myers simply looked at each other, before stepping forward at exactly the same moment and Vicky and Laurie could only stare in shocked astonishment, as Allyson and the so-called Boogeyman hugged each other tightly. Vicky helped Allyson up the stairs and they both looked back to see Laurie turn to Michael, once again lost for words. Again, the two forty year, or so she'd thought deadly enemies looked at each other intently. Eventually, they heard Laurie speak, her voice just above a whisper. "Michael, I… Why?"

Allyson nearly fell down the stairs then in shock. Vicky had to grab her, looking just as shocked as she did. Because Myers had just stepped forward and pulled Laurie close to him. But there was something different about this embrace. Whereas with Allyson it'd been caring yet protective, this was… Was different.

"Holy fuck…" Allyson gasped. "Holy, holy fuck!"

"I but…" Laurie Strode stammered. "You… You've wanted to kill me for forty fucking years! I… I… Right?" They saw Myers's arms tighten around Laurie at that moment and Allyson could've sworn Michael shook his head. "I have got to be dreaming," Vicky said in a slow, almost awestruck voice. "I have got, to be dreaming." Both girls could only watch, their turn to be speechless as Myers drew Laurie the final distance towards him so she was against him and just before Allyson closed her bedroom door, she glanced back to see their lips meet. A few minutes later once she was lying down in bed just as she was falling asleep, she heard Laurie's bedroom door close, having heard two sets of soft footsteps on the stairs. She never did here Myers leave again the next day.