Child of Her Heart

by OXBastetXO

After the events of Eulogy, Helen realizes there is someone she needs to check on.

Title: Child of Her Heart
Author: OXBastetXO
Rating: K
Archive: Please ask first
Status: complete
Category: Drama
Summary: After the events of Eulogy, Helen realizes there is someone she needs to check on.
Spoilers: Eulogy
Sequel/Season: Season Two
Authors Note: This just drabble I wrote for tiwtin as part of a Meme Drabbed Challange.

I don't own them, Syfy and Kindler and Tapping do. I'm just borrowing them for while and promise to give them back when I'm done, though I might just keep Nikola for little longer ;-)

Child of Her Heart

by

OXBastetXO

Helen headed to the lower levels of the Sanctuary. She should have done this before now. She had closed herself way from the others after Ashley's...death.

She sighed, deep sucking emptiness filling her chest again. She pushed it down deep. She had allowed herself enough time to grieve. She needed to get back to work now. Will was right. She had spent too much time alone.

She needed to check on Henry. She knew he and Ashley had been close. Best friends, perhaps more. Ashley had been too much her daughter to kiss and tell.

She reached Henry's lab and knocked on the door frame.

Henry's head poked up from behind a pile of computer parts. "Hey boss," Henry greeted. "I'm working my way through the repairs. I should have the secondary power grid up and running in a couple hours." He looked at her. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, the earnest concern on his face squeezed her heart.

"I was actually coming to ask you that." She paused. "I'm sorry I haven't been accessible. I haven't been dealing with this as well as I could have."

"No, it's okay," Henry said quickly. "I just—I--" he sighed. "This really sucks."

"It does," she said, moving over beside him. "How are you, really?" she asked gently.

He shrugged and then he said. "I miss her."

Helen nodded. "I know," she said softly.

Tears welled up in Henry's eyes, making them glassy. "It just really sucks," he said again, his voice catching.

Helen reached out to him and he moved into her arms, sobs racking his frame. She held him, stroking his hair much as she had when he was the small lost child they had found all those years ago. As she held him, she felt something stirring inside her. Something in the emptiness that filled her.

She had lost her child, but Ashley had not been her only child. Henry was not the child of her body, but he was the child of her heart.