"I thought you were just gonna shut his powers off."

Fang glanced over at Juno, her expression coming close to matching the girl's. "So did I," she said softly, pushing herself off the door. "Apparently, the powers were keeping him conscious." She frowned. "He could be very sick." Impatiently, she waited for Michael and Caryn to secure the German.

Caryn looked at Michael with a relieved expression. She made herself tangible and grabbed the mans opposite side and began to lift him.
"What should we do with him?" She asks.

"Get some gloves on him!" Juno suggests from the barricade.

She looks back at the cops and reports, "Looks like we got 'em. What do you guys want to do with him?"

Michael gets Caryn to help him lift the man back onto the hospital bed.

"I think we need to either get some of the doctors from the Æon Society here or get this man to them. He's obviously in a lot of pain and confused, almost deranged. He's a danger to himself and others."



"Good idea. Caryn, please see if you can find some surgical gloves for him. It may not help but..."

He shrugs before turning towards the door and calling back:

"Officers! He is unconsious! Please inform the staff so these other patients can get their treatments!"

At the mention of other patients, Juno starts pulling the barricade apart as best she can...which is surprisingly well for a high school age girl.

(Str 3, which isn't too bad )

Caryn is still amazed at how easy it is to lift the man.
Wow, all this strength.
She keeps her eyes on the man, no way of telling if he is awake or not since his eyes are no longer there. She tries to keep within arms reach of Michael just incase there's any sudden movement of the man .

With the barricades down and the news that the mad man was under control, doctors and nurses surged forward to aid the living patients checking vitals and administering over due medicines. An orderly thrusts a box of surgical gloves at Michael in passing while police bustle about the room drawing chalk lines and taking photos of the dead in case charges are to be pressed. It is only a matter of seconds to get gloves on the unconscious nova and wrap him blankets so that he is restrained but not bound.

One of the doctors shouts for orderlies, "We need to get the bodies out of here and the ward cleared. All these germs you people are bringing in here is bad for the surviors. Move it!"

This doesn't go over very well with an officious police inspector who is loudly grumbling about the scene of the crime being disturbed and how it ought to be cleared. When the doctor bellows, he responds, "It's you people that ought to be clearing out. This is a crime scene and murder has been done here, and you lot are contaminating the evidence!"

It escalates into a shouting match with the Policeman threatening to haul in the Doctor and the doctor threating to have the policemans badge if he doesn't clear his louse ridden henchmen out of his ICU. Understanding that he just might lose more than the shouting match if he doesn't let the doctors do their thing he turns his attention on the one other group that he just might be able to deal with. You.

"'Ere, now. Where do you think you're going wif that man? He's a murderer and needs to be taken in."

"We have a place for him sir, trust us. I am also a fellow officer, the only place that he can go is the Aeon Society, we have to transport him there quickly." Caryn explains to officer.
Saying this, she never takes her eyes off of the man. She begins to take a glove out of the box they threw at Michael and places them on the mans hands.
"Michael, should we lift him again? We need to take him to the Aeon society, perhaps they have a room that can keep his powers turned off somehow.. or at least get the doctors to look at him while he's unconscious." She says.

Michael nods at Caryn.

"I agree."

Michael notices that the officer is beginning to turn some interesting shades of purple. He straightens and puts on the most official tone he can muster. However, he refrains from dipping into the power he used on the helicopter, still concerned by the effect it had on Juno.

"Officer, let me assure you, we are not taking this man so he can escape justice, but if he can kill with a touch and dodge bullets he needs to be isolated and examined, taken somewhere he cannot easily escape. Believe me, the Aeon Society will be contacting you with further information. We are not outside the law."

The officer looked like he was going to protest but then looked around the room at the dead bodies and back at the man then nodded. "Rouight, I can understand that, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to send a man wif you to ensure that this Kliesner bloke is given the due process. No offense, but this is all very irregular and if I hadn't been told you lot were coming to deal wif him," he points to Klaus, "I'd 'ave told you to shove off. As it is I'll be in for a long questioning about this." He turns to a junior officer, "You, Sheffield, go wif this lot and make sure 'is rights don't get violated and that 'e don't escape."

The young officer snaps to attention and responds sharply, "Yes sir!" When the senior officer turns his back the mans face gets a sour look obviously not pleased to be given an assignment of indefinite duration, but he quickly moves into position near the prisoner and looks professional as he addresses Michael and Caryn, "Right, if he might still be dangerous, let's get him where he can be secured and looked at by the doctors. Where is this Aeon Society and how long will it take to get there?"

Juno shakes her head ruefully.

"Boy, I'm sure glad they got me up at one in the morning for this," she gripes. "God knows we wouldn't have had a chance if I hadn't been here to...move beds and shit."

Shaking her head, she heads for the door.

"Out here," she calls to the cop wearily as she goes. "Get to the chopper."

Caryn begins to pick the man back up again. "What if I hold him and make just he and I intangible?" Caryn asks towards Michael.
"Just to be safe, in case he is giving off anything when we touch him." She says again.

Michael agrees.

"Thats a good idea. You can handle yourself and I want this man treated with the maximum caution and care."



"Yes officer, we have a helocopter on the roof. We will be moving to the Aeon building ASAP."

After taking a final look around, making sure everyone is ready, he follows the intangible Caryn towards the exit.

The officer follows along with the rest trying to keep the insubstantial pair in sight. After everyone boards the chopper and it takes flight out of the city Officer Sheffield starts to look uncomfortable then as the last of the city lights fade into the distance behind, he asks, "You said we are going to the Aeon building, where exactly is that building? Cardiff is back that way..." He points in the direction from which you've come. The copilot explains that you are heading to London to which the officer frowns. "So much for breakfast with the Missus, and I suspect I'll be lucky to be back in Cardiff at all tomorrow." He sighs and settles back to wait out the flight.

About one hour into the flight Fang starts to look a little nervous and puts her hands to her head focusing on the patient, or prisoner depending on your viewpoint. As the others look again the unconscious form you notice that his face is transforming back into it's skeletal visage, but just as quickly reverts to human. Despite being fully human again he does stir and his eyes flicker open, but he looks confused and disoriented.

"Hey, he's awake this time," Juno observes with her masterful command of the obvious. She bends over to peer at his face.

"Who are you? Do you remember anything?"

The man blinks in confusion, and tries to look around but obviously can't really focus. He looks back at Juno and spits at her feebly and misses, then says, "Dirty bitch! Ich tought ich Sie getötet. Sie verdienen zu sterben!" (I tought I killed you, you deserve to die.) He struggles in Cayrn's grasp trying to get at Juno, but in his weakened state he isn't much of a challenge to hold onto.

Michael unstraps himself from his seat and carefully moves towards the medical bed. He grabs one of the metal bars that serves as fencing for stability and leans over the struggling man, trying to catch his attention.

I hope this guy speaks english, because I don't speak german.

"Mr. Kleisner! No one is trying to hurt you. Please, calm down!"

Caryn reaches her hands out and touches the man, making him intangible. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to make sure you cause no more harm." She says as she puts her hands on him.

He probably doesn't even understand me.

The ranting shuts off like it never happened as he tries to focus on Michael. For a moment he seems marginally more lucid, in broken English, "Who you? Where I am?" He looks confused again and say, "Ich war tot, war nicht ich? Ich habe versucht zu sterben ... Ich wollte sterben. (I was dead, wasn't I? I tried to die... I wanted to die.)


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(OOC: Please forgive any errors in the German, I am using Google translator and I have no idea if it is translating correctly.)

Thank God. He speaks english and is at least somewhat lucid.

"My name is Michael Peters. We are transporting via helicopter you to a medical facility to help you."

He continues to speak in a calm voice.

"What do you remember?"

"Did he just call me a bitch, or was that German?" Juno asks no one in particular, scowling.

Klaus tries again to focus on Michael, but just mutters something in German that is garbled even if you did speak the language. He tries to look around but as he does his eyes roll back in his head and he looses consciousness again. He drifts in and out during the rest of the flight but never attempts to change back into his 'other' form again. His vitals are pretty bad by the time you arrive at the manor. Dr. Rashoud and a team of others are waiting on the lawn ready to rush the patient into surgery if necessary, but on examining him they realize there are no wounds and that it is only the illness causing the difficulties. As they start off toward the building with Officer Sheffield following unhappily, Rashoud pauses and looks at the group just as the sun rises over the horizon shining its golden light on the tired but triumphant novas. He grins and quickly removes a small camera from his pocket and snaps a picture, then says, "Thank you all. You've saved a number of lives tonight not the least of which is this man. I know you are all tired and want some sleep so please grab a few hours then join us for lunch. We should know more about Klaus' condition by then.

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Later that day the doctors report that Klaus is doing a bit better and has stabilized and hasn't tried to kill anyone.

Caryn looks at everyone, then back at the patient. "I don't know guys, don't you think we should hang out around that guy? What if he wakes up again, like he did in the hospital, those doctors are defenseless against him." She says.
She starts walking towards the building, following them inside. Then turns back towards Michael, "What do you think? He's the most dangerous person I've seen or heard of so far." Caryn says to him.

Michael considers Caryn's request. She had a point about the danger
he posed.

"Yes, a watch is a good idea. If you wish, I'll watch him for a couple of hours, then you can relieve me. Maybe we can find Shelby to help us out."

He moves towards the group of doctors fussing over their latest patient.

"As long as that is acceptable for you, Dr. Rashoud?"

The doctor looked up his train of thought obviously already on the patient and treatment options. "Um, yes, that is likely a good idea, make whatever arrangements you feel appropriate, just don't get in our way."

The doctors moved Klaus into what you are all too familiar with now as the testing facility where they have their best diagnostic equipment. Once inside they hooked the patient up to IV drips and monitors of every imaginable kind. After a short time and a consultation between Rashoud and Mazarin they decided it was safe to administer Adrenocilin and Mox as well as a hefty shot of antibiotics strong enough to cleanse an elephant. Luckily Michael is easily able to find a nice comfortable chair and procure it for the duration.

Nathan observes Klaus from behind the rest of the group. He frowns.

"You want company, Mike?"

"Sure! Some company would be much appreciated."

It'll help me stay awake. He thought Now that the adrenaline is wearing off the early morning is starting to get to me.

"The good chairs are in the storage closet across from the MRI room. Just haul one out."

He taps the blue padded chair he sits on for emphasis and waits for Nathans return.

Before Nathan comes back with a chair, Juno pads in wearing an oversized T-shirt with a picture of Big Ben on the front and a pair of dark blue sweatpants. She gives Michael a nod as she sits down on the floor alongside his chair.

"Hey," she says, watching Klaus studiously. Or maybe just avoiding looking at him.

Caryn tries to relax in her room. After an hour of lying awake she jumps up and throws her clothes back on. She walks in the room where Klaus is being held. "What, I wasn't invited to the party?" Caryn says jokingly as she walks towards Michael, Juno and Nathan.
"So, what did I miss?" She asks. Caryn finds a chair and moves it over next to Nathan, smiling at him while she sits.
"I couldn't sleep, this guy gives me the creeps." She says.

Michael grins at the spontaneous gathering in the medical room. He reaches down next to his chair and picks up a blue thermos off the tiled floor.

"Well, I've got the coffee for our impromptu meeting. Only one mug though..."

Michael frowns for a moment, then shrugs.

"Regardless, I appreciate the company. Its been uneventful, the doctors have given our German friend some adrenocilin and something else called mox-o-something. He's out like a light."

He leans back in the padded chair, stretching out kinks in his neck. Despite his pleasant tone and smiling face, he seems drained and tired, a stark comparison to the vibrant Michael of the past few days. It's hard to say if this fatigue comes from a physical source or a mental one.

Juno sighs and scowls into her hand when Caryn comes in. She then stands up and says, "Probably don't need all of us to watch him. I'm outies."

She gives Michael's shoulder a pat as she passes and adds, "You should go to bed." For some weird reason, her cheeks redden after saying that, and she hurries out.

"Huh." Nathan cocks an eyebrow at Juno as she leaves.

"Well, anyways. We got him. Now what do we do with him? I don't know a jail that can hold a guy like this. And keeping him drugged for the rest of his life seems cruel and unusual."

Caryn looks at Juno walking away. "Yeah Michael, maybe you should go to bed, Nathan and I can keep each other company." Caryn says still watching Juno.
She looks at Nathan when Juno walks out of the room. "Did I do something?" Caryn Asks him.
Caryn comforts herself in the seat.

Fang eased into the room after in the silence, taking the last chair in the room and scooting it so that it was behind both Nathan and Michael's chairs. They were running out of room for their little cluster meeting. "How is he?" she asked, nodding at Klaus. "And how are the two of you?"

Fang quietly studied Nathan's hair, quietly admiring the red color. It was such an unusual color; she found it hard not to stare.

Caryn Nods at Fang. "Klaus is out of it, at least for now." She says to Fang.
She then looks over to Nathan and nudges him "yeah, how you doing?" She repeats Fangs question.

Michael watches Juno leave. He is worried about the young woman, she's being saddled with a lot of responsibility all at once. He turns his attention back to the group at Fangs entrance. He looks over his shoulder at her when she takes the seat.

"Hello Fang. I'm doing alright. Just a little worn out."

He scoots his chair back and turns it slightly so he can face the others.

"I think we all did a good job today. Thanks to Fang it was safe and easy, but we were all prepared in the event it went bad. I am a little concerned that his is going to become a regular thing. Are we going to be called in whenever a New Human erupts? Or becomes violent? Are we going to be some kind of New Human Special Forces?"

He leans back, his face grim.

"It's like Nathan and Fang were saying: people are going to use their powers for themselves and self interest isn't a bad thing... but do we want the responsibility of being a police force?"

Caryn sits up in her chair. "It's not like we HAVE to do this, We can go about our business but this is a very dangerous man. They have not given us a specific job yet so I guess until they do we just have to do what comes natural to us now." Caryn says to Michael.
She begins to stand "I understand how you feel though, So maybe we should just leave this guy alone." Caryn says again as she starts to head for the door.

"Responsibility for the fate of large swaths of people, I can handle. If he's killed people, he should be incarcerated when found guilty. The question I'm asking is how we do such a thing."

Officer Sheffield frowned at the comment, "He should serve time for those he killed, but I will be surprised if it happens. I've seen this sort of thing before. He wasn't in his right mind when he committed the crimes, not even completely aware of his surroundings, definitely hallucinating. I saw some of it myself and I think his barrister will claim hospital negligence or some such. If he'd been properly restrained and proper precautions taken it wouldn't have happened. Complete bollocks of course, but I'll bet you a fiver that he never serves a day."

One thing that kind of sucked about getting up in the middle of the night for Juno was that she couldn't get back to sleep. Fatigue built up to a certain point...and then vanished as her body adjusted to it. As she stalked to the cafeteria, Juno felt as clear and well rested as if she'd just slept a week. It sucked because there was nothing to DO except wander around and berate herself for being such an idiot.

Naturally the cafeteria was dark and empty at this hour, but this wasn't the first time she'd been through this. She climbed up onto the breakfast bar and pried the sliding panel that came down over it up. It wouldn't go up MUCH...but it was enough to get her head and shoulders under if she didn't mind some pulled hair. Then it was just a matter of squirming the rest of herself through. In the vast kitchen were restaurant-sized containers of various foods...a walk in freezer...food enough for fifty times the people who actually stayed at the Aeon campus. But novas ate a LOT.

There in the dark, Juno made a sandwich. It distracted her from how she'd just made a complete fool of herself. Sadly, it didn't distract her from WHY she'd made a fool of herself...which was a face. A face lined in fire, burned into her eyes now like the afterimage from a camera flash.

...ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickle...mayo on bread...level 2...

Goose pimples ran up her arms and down her back when she thought about it, no matter how much she tried to focus on the sandwich. Her hand ached...it was the hand she'd touched him with.

She'd just wanted to talk to him alone for a second. It was so easy to think of what he'd say. He'd say, "Juno, I just wanted to thank you for that glove idea," and she'd go, "Hey, it wasn't anything...the Chinese girl's the one that brought him down," and he'd be all, "Yeah, but she's kind of creepy and besides she's not nearly as helpful, or as hot as you are," and she'd go, "...you really think I'm hot?" and he'd totally be all, "Let me show you."

...turkey...lettuce...pickle...shit.

Juno stared down at her half-built sandwich, sitting forlornly on the counter with its guts all spilled out from where she'd accidentally knocked the top off. That's kind of how she felt too.

Maybe...two sandwiches.