This is a direct sequel to my story "Fixing Things". If you haven't read that one, this won't make any sense at all.

Summary:

It takes a little time to finish fixing things. And even when they're 'fixed', they're not the same. And you might say the Sanctuary will never run the same way again. Adult language and content, not for under-18s.

Disclaimers:

I do not own Sanctuary or its characters. Not even on DVD, although that would be nice...

PS. If you are under 18 years of age, please exit this story, which contains adult language and situations.

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It's Time

It's time. Watson was sick of pity-parties. Even if he does yell at her, it might still be good for her. And he was already thinking he'd like to go talk to her last week. I should have let him, William's a smart boy, and he cares for her, so he won't get too rough.

"Magnus, do you know where William is?" Watson spoke without preamble as he stuck his head into Helen's office. Helen looked up at him, a bit surprised that he had neither knocked nor hesitated to interrupt her conversation.

"Most likely in his office, working with one of his patients, or making a house-call."

Watson frowned at the news. "I already checked his office." His lightning brain was already at work to solve the problem of locating Will. "Henry would be able to give me his cell number or track him down, correct?"

At Helen's nod, he added, "Thank you, Helen. And I apologize for the interruption."

Helen was left to wonder, What in the world was that about? And what does he need Will for that's so urgent that he can't just leave him a note? I wonder if I should follow him and get to the bottom of this? A throat being cleared brought her back to the matter at hand.

Meanwhile, Watson had changed tacks and begun to look for Henry in addition to Will. After checking the main lab, Henry's lair (as he always privately thought of the computer room), the SHU, both of their living quarters, the kitchen, the rotunda, the infirmary, the gym, the shooting range, the obstacle course, and numerous hallways, Watson was beginning to get quite angry with the two of them. That is so irresponsible for them to both take off and not leave word with anyone! They should know better than to do something like that, especially with the amount of danger our jobs entail! Oooh, when I find them, they are both getting a severe talking-to!

Just then, he saw Bigfoot exiting a room further on down the corridor. Walking as quickly as possible towards the other man, he called his name to get his attention. Catching up to Helen's butler, he asked, "Have you seen William or Henry this afternoon? I've been looking for them for some time now and can't locate either of them."

"Did you check the upstairs lounge?"

"The upstairs lounge?" Watson asked. What would they be doing there? That room is practically empty, except ... If they've been watching television, I'll ... I'll ...

Bigfoot's nod momentarily cut off Watson's effort to think of an appropriate punishment for slackers, but it quickly resumed as he began to walk purposefully towards the upstairs lounge.

There will be more of this coming soon, I promise.

PS. Does ANYONE know the Big Guy/Bigfoot's given name? I just can't imagine Magnus or Watson calling him either of those things. Anybody who tells me gets a hundred thank-yous.