A/N Hello guys!

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So it had been some times since I wrote a fic… and I am trying my luck… again… on a chaptered fic :D

This fic is inspired by… basically… a bunch of random songs repeated on my playlist like a broken radio for the whole day :D

Thanks for the superamazing beta chartreuseian (since my original beta is getting caught up by some school stuffs :D) Really appreciated the help :D

Oh yeah… and in the future chaps, I'll be using some of the author's name (which I already got permission via Twitter :D)…

So… enjoy :D

The familiar sound of heels clicking across the granite floor resounded through the otherwise silent hallways of the new Sanctuary. It had been a rough day for the 273-year old Brit.

She had managed to inform all of her previous colleagues working for her at her Old City Sanctuary about her being alive and that she was now living in the high-tech, new and improved Sanctuary for all.

As much as she missed her old Sanctuary, her new one wasn't too different. With the muffled sound of dark rock songs from Kate's room, the constant complaining of the piles of paperwork from Will, and the never-ending bickering about who got to use the latest technology in her new Sanctuary from Henry and Nikola.

She couldn't help but feel homesick though.

There had been something nagging her for weeks, and that was why she was now sitting on the soft leather couch in her room with her personal laptop on her folded legs.

She had learnt mistakes from the past. Using one laptop for both Her mind flickered to that time in the 2003 when her laptop's firewall was breached by a stranger and the next day, the whole Sanctuary- and she meant the whole Sanctuary- knew about her guilty pleasure of buying a 'high-rated' novels and... movies.

Her cheeks turned crimson but a soft 'ping' from the laptop knocking her away her embarrassing memory.

Alright, she thought, no time like the present.

Kate, Will and Henry had been nagging her to check out this website called ' ', saying that it contained close to three thousand stories based around this show called 'Sanctuary'.

Of course, Helen had heard about that show. She didn't quite understand how the creator had managed to know so much about her life. And they really did get everything. Even the bit where she'd kissed Nikola during what could have been her final few minutes of life.

Okay... Why was her mind flickering to that memory again? Perhaps because he was damn near irresistible and his lips soft like the cotton candy she used to enjoy in the late 80's.

Her lips twitched upwards at the thought before her logical self resurfaced, scolding for having such an inappropriate thought about an 'inappropriate' person.

Opening the website 'the children' had been bothering her to open for weeks now, she braced herself.

Her fingers moved deftly, to where the mouse was clicking the 'Sanctuary' category, before a bunch of choices appeared on the screen.

She sighed.

This was going to be a long day.

My next chappie is going to be about Will's name in … So if there's any Will/anyone writer out there… Can you please notify me? :D (If you give me the permission, though :D)

Reviews are like Amanda Tapping and puppies all around :D