Here is a little one-shot for USA's Thanksgiving coming up in the next few days… this is going to be a multi-chapter story that will be finished eventually.

Disclaimer: The characters and Sanctuary itself belong to their respective owners; I just let them out to play a little…

Helen Magnus opened her eyes and poked her head from under the covers of her bed. She was curled around her favorite pillow, under her favorite bed set in the giant four-poster bed that was in the master suite of her Old City Sanctuary. She stretched and poked her arms out from under the covers and noted that despite the fact that she had let the fire in the fireplace die in the night that her old friend had indeed turned on the heating units to her rooms. She always waited until the last moment before having him turn them on, favoring the methods from her youth.

Sitting up, she looked outside to see the moon lighting up the gardens and allowing her a look at the night-blooming flowers that bloomed in the moonlight, despite the weather. She remembered planting them the summer she was pregnant. She hadn't slept past sunrise since she had been pregnant, hence her clock reading three thirty in the morning. It was a holiday today, and she had decided to make a down day for everyone in order to celebrate. She rose from the bad and walked over to her walk-in closet, which was basically another room modified to be her closet. She bypassed her shoes and wraps and walked to the wardrobe in the far back. It was a large mahogany wardrobe that held most of her dresses. She looked through them casually and decided against a dress, she would change after she was done cooking.

She walked to the other side of the room and looked through more casual clothes. She chose a new pair of skinny jeans she had bought the other day put them over her arm and moved to the dresser, digging into the top finding a matching set of underwear. Finding the scraps of lace, she placed them on the top of her jeans and moved to the shirts section. She moved past the button ups and baby doll tops and on to the t-shirts. She picked a simple v-necked shirt and exited the massive closet closing the door behind her. She placed her outfit on the bed and went to take a shower. Five minutes in a figure entered her room and lay down on her bed, going back to sleep.

Ten minutes later she entered her bedroom again wrapped in one towel and drying her hair with another. When she looked up she jumped in surprise. She grabbed the nearest robe and slid into it, tying the belt before shimmying out of the towel. She walked over to the sleeping body and smiled. There asleep on her bed at four in the morning was Will. She laid a hand on his shoulder and gently shook it. He had still been awake when she had retired and this was not the first time he had accidentally stumbled into her room thinking it was his. "Will, you are in my room again." She said directly into his ear. He stirred and cracked an eye open before groaning.

"It's my day off, let me sleep." He grumbled mostly asleep still. Helen smiled and decided to leave the poor man alone. Silently she slid into her clothes and exited her room, leaving Will to deal with finding out that he was in the wrong room, she had cooking to do. The kitchens were off limits to everyone today, except for her and Kate. Thanksgiving was one of the two holidays a year when the kitchen was off limits until the women said they were done. Three years ago it had been Helen and Ashley, but Helen had quickly adapted and allowed Kate to help with the large meals. It served as a bonding time for the women. Helen walked through the entry way to the kitchens to find Kate sitting at the large island in the center of the room pulling recipes out of the large box that Helen stored them in. breakfast for everyone already set on the trays. "Good morning Helen." Kate said looking up at her favorite person in the entire house.