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Careful What You Wish For
Title: Careful What You Wish For
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: Love Gone Wrong
Characters: Jack, Sam Waters
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Profiler or the characters within; NBC does, and they are big ol' meanies for canceling the show in the middle of a plotline!
Summary: Set after "Reunion," only Our Heroes never rescued Sam from Jack's evil clutches.

Jack was bored.

He'd been happy for awhile. Finally, he had gotten everything he wanted -- Samantha, with him, sharing his life. He'd shown her the power within herself, how she had the strength and intellect to stand above the pathetic wretches around them. He'd made her a goddess of death.

He had to break her in slowly, of course. It took a little effort to find her perfect first. He knew she wouldn't kill Isaac, the drunk with whom he had presented her, but that was just a ruse to show her that there were indeed circumstances under which she would kill -- and not merely in self-defense. As for Thomas Cole, he had seen it in Samantha's eyes that she wanted the pedophile to die, but she could not yet bring herself to be the instrument of his death. They'd only barely escaped the VCTF bloodhounds that time. Of course Samantha had chosen a person and a place where Malone would track her down. He expected nothing less of her.

He intended to prove the cliché true with the third attempt. He chose another child molester, since that seemed to be the swiftest way to ignite Samantha's passion for justice. This time, however, they did not take the man from his home. Removing him from his natural environment lessened the impact of his crimes. This time, he let Samantha experience all the pictures and videos and chat logs on his computer before the pedophile returned home. This time, when Jack put the gun in her hand, she sank four bullets into the Paul Sewart's chest.

Nothing had ever tasted sweeter than the tears of her surrender as he made love to her that night. She had proven him right, and now there was no way she could ever return to her former life. She still resisted -- it was not an instantaneous transformation -- but once she took that first step, she slowly embraced the path. Rapists and those who preyed on children were her preferred victims. She would profile them, find them guilty, and execute them. He was proud of each of her kills, but he still wanted her to take the final plunge into his world. Guilt in matters of human law meant nothing. She had to learn to judge by her own law. Her will -- and his -- was the only thing that mattered.

Then it finally happened. One Alan Hills was accused of raping his girlfriend and beating her so severely she lapsed into a coma, and the doctors said she might never awaken. Samantha was particularly creative in the way she carved the young man up. Two weeks later, his girlfriend awoke, naming not her boyfriend as her attacker, but another man. She and her boyfriend had had sex, argued, and then she stormed off alone and was attacked. Samantha had misread the evidence and the accused's character and killed an innocent man.

Something in her shattered. She had proven she was not infallible -- proven to herself, that is, despite Jack trying to convince her that a god did not make mistakes. She shut down, withdrew into herself.

And now Jack was bored.

He gradually came to realize that it wasn't the kill, it was the thrill of the chase. Stalking, matching wits with Samantha, making her cry -- that was what he craved. Just as he became tired of Sharon after successfully transforming her, he was bored with this shell Samantha had become. And he'd been growing bored even before her "mistake." There was no fire, no passion, no struggle, and he missed that. Much as he wanted, he could never reclaim that with Samantha. What he wanted from her he had destroyed. Ironically, the submission from her he craved had taken all the fun out of their relationship.

He sighed regretfully and dropped a shovelful of dirt over her still body. She'd realized his intentions in the end; the look in her eyes seemed one of relief. Out of love he killed her quickly. He would miss her, and part of her would always be with him (in a jar on his desk), and always in the roses her body would now nourish. He covered her with the soil and planted the rose bushes above her, taking one red bloom back with him to his lair.

He settled in front of his computer, sipping champagne as he gazed longingly at the woman on the screen. After a moment he picked up his phone and dialed the number of a local Atlanta florist. "Yes, I'd like to place an order for a dozen roses...no, make that two dozen. For Ms. Rachel Burke at the VCTF headquarters in Atlanta. The card? Oh, just 'You work too hard.'"

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