Welcome! I hope you all enjoy the saga that is about to unfold. Many thanks in advance to my beta-Bo. As a legal disclaimer, I do not own anything - besides, all my stuff is currently in storage in Texas - but, I mean in regards to Sanctuary. All canon characters are property of Kindler, Tapping, Wood, . The story is mine and so are the original characters, but if Sanctuary ever wants them, they can have them too!

-Juls

Chapter 1: Rainy Day Memories

The wind blew softly in the trees as the rain clouds rolled in. The sun had started to set and there was a faint green tint that gave an air of eeriness to the tumultuous sky. A storm was brewing and Helen found herself staring out the thick glass window as the heavens churned. It was this weather that made her yearn for England with an aching for moments and friends passed.

It was a different millennia, but one thing had remained unchanged in her double lifetime - the weather. Storms and seasons blew in and out as faithfully as the years that continued to pass while her body stayed the same. As she was lost in thought, she found herself reflecting back a century to a similar brewing summer storm.

"Do you think we'll be flooded in?" A young Helen turned to her father and eagerly awaited an answer. The dark and stormy sky outside of the office window had caused an unrecognized fear to rise up in her. Anxiously she asked again as she turned to look out the window once more. "Papa, do you?"

Gregory Magnus was lost in thought as he scribed notes in his medical journal. At the sound of his daughter's voice he looked up and smiled sympathetically, "There's nothing to worry about, my dear."

Helen pressed her face against the marbled glass and traced the first drop of rain as it trickled down the window. No sooner had her finger reached the bottom of the windowpane than a dozen similar rivers began flowing along the glass. Within seconds a sheet of water distorted the view of their estate lawn. The thunder rumbled outside and she instinctively jumped back from the glass.

Her father noticed and his heart instructed him to tend to work later. Removing his glasses, he stood and walked around the desk to his blonde-hair, blue-eyed beauty. With an audible exhale, he got down on his knees by her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You have nothing to fear, my love." Rubbing her arm gently, he looked out the window with her, "Thunder is just the sound of heated air expanding."

"Heated air from the lightning?" She let out a long, slow breath and placed her tiny hand against the window again, the glass noticeably cooler now than it had been when bathed in sun only an hour ago.

Dr. Magnus placed his hand over his daughter's. "Yes, my brilliant child, yes." His hand pressed gently against hers as he stared at his precious girl who was once more intrigued by the storm.

A flash of lightning on the horizon brought her attention back to the present and she instinctively began counting silently, "One, two, thr…" a roll of thunder ended her count and she smiled knowing that she was just over half a mile from the strike.

The storm was close and Helen was alone in the house to enjoy it. Will and Kate were off in South America chasing down an abnormal that had been terrorizing a small town. Henry and 'the Big Guy', as Kate so fondly called him, were attending a yearly Sanctuary technology conference in Thailand. Magnus would have gone, but she felt the boys deserved the vacation and as such, she had agreed to tend the fort herself.

Sipping at the glass of wine that was in her left hand, her right traced the first drop of rain down the windowpane. The wine and water droplets suddenly stirred another fond memory.

"Come with me, my dear!" John Druitt urged as he reached towards her hand. "We can avoid getting drenched if we run."

"Sir, of what need is running?" She smiled as she walked towards him, taking his hand for a reason other than fear. "I feel that a good dose of rain is healthy for the soul."

He slowed his steps to match hers. "Is that so, Doctor Magnus?" He smiled and watched as her blonde curls bounce lightly with each step. There was so much beauty contained within this woman and she was unaware of the power that she wielded over him.

"I believe so. Have you ever wondered what causes thunder?" She looked upwards at the sky and reached her hand out. A smile formed across her face as the first drip of celestial water ran down her middle finger into her palm.

"Enlighten me." He smiled, already knowing the answer but wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

The sudden sound of cracking air, not thunder, and the scent of a familiar presence snapped Helen back to the present. Turning quickly with her now empty wine glass she saw John Druitt standing in front of her desk. "Sorry to drop in on you like this. So glad you're hom…" he started, before collapsing to the ground.

Her glass shattered as it hit the floor.