New Story! This is as a result of some prodding from Tashah2109 to write a story about Ireland and the Irish accent! I hope you all like the result! I'm thinking it will be a four chapter story so here goes... enjoy! Oh and thank you to Tashah2109 for being such an awesome beta! This is dedicated to you and my girlies...you know who you are! *Hugs*

As always I don't own Sanctuary...wish I did then we'd have a season 5 for sure!

One Weekend in Dublin

Sometime Friday night...

'Leprechauns? Really… Nikola? You deserve to be right where you are after that impressive display of tact!' Helen said to the disgruntled vampire as she stood over him trying desperately not to laugh. He looked up at her from the spot on the floor he where he had landed. Seeing the forlorn expression on his face Helen could no longer contain the laugher and it burst forth. 'Well if you will insist on stereotyping Nikola then these things will happen.' Recounting the moments before simply made Helen laugh harder. 'We did warn you not to refer to any of the locals as leprechauns... Nikola huffed before pushing himself to his feet. 'I didn't 'refer' to anyone as a leprechaun.' He brushed down one sleeve of his jacket before moving to the other. 'I simply mentioned the often made mistake of seeing the Irish in relation to the leprechaun.' He paused and a thought popped into his head. 'A fact we both know is utterly ridiculous, since the leprechaun originated in Columbia...' He looked at Helen trying to keep a straight face before they both cracked up.

'Hey...where did you two go...?' Will staggered out of the door quickly followed by Henry who unsuccessfully tried to steer him back in.

'Sorry Doc...I guess he had a few more while we weren't looking.' Henry wrapped an arm around Will's waist trying to support him. All he got for his efforts was the Guinness in Will's glass splashing over the side and landing unceremoniously down his shirt. 'Dude. That is so not cool.' He quickly let go of Will turning to wipe down his shirt. He realised his mistake too late as he heard the body slump to the floor.

'Um…buddy…dude! Henry was getting worried as he tapped Will's face and was not getting any response and so at the last word he may have hit Will harder than he intended! Seeing Will start and the hand sized mark coming up on his face Henry immediately laughed almost paralleling the scene between Helen and Nikola moments before. 'Dude, you should see the look on your face right now!' 'In my defence and before you yell I had no choice! You faceplanted. What was I to do?' Seeing Will's face grow dark with comprehension, Henry looked to the others for help.

'Oh no…don't look at me like that Wolfboy, I'm in enough trouble with the lovely hospitable locals I don't need an irate child on my hands too!' Nikola smirked at Henry while winking at Helen who was doing her utmost not to giggle at the scene in front of her.

Henry's shirt was entirely ruined. 'He's never going to get 'The Black Stuff' out.' Helen giggled as she thought of the nickname for the famous Irish drink. It was very aptly named in her opinion. I may have sampled too much of it tonight! She had felt that the locals were so friendly she couldn't be rude and not have sampled it when it had been placed in front of her. Somehow, I have a feeling I will regret that decision in the morning! I blame Nikola though. If he had never said it was their first visit to the 'Emerald Isle' then the imminent hangover would have been prevented! And then he never touched the drink but left it to her to be polite! She would make him pay for it. How, she wasn't sure yet, but she would. Helen smiled to herself and went to help Will up from his position on the ground.

Sometime early on Saturday morning...

'I am never drinking again.' Will said to no one in particular as he held his head in his hands the next morning.

'Get this down ya'. Seamus, the landlord of the public house said handing him a breakfast plate. 'Ya'll feel better with a full Irish in ya', he said smiling as he walked away.

Will took one look at the plate and turned an enviable shade of green. 'Never again', he swore as he rushed off to the bathroom down the hall.

'Well that was rude.' Nikola said a little too chirpily for Helens liking and she shot him a look that would kill a lesser man.

'What? It was…' Nikola feigned innocence secretly revelling in Huggybear's discomfort.

'This is your fault, Nikola', Helen said with enough bitterness in her tone to make Nikola turn and look at her.

'How exactly is it my fault?' Nikola asked her smirking knowing to what she was referring.

'If you had just kept your mouth shut…but no Nikola Tesla had to brag…'

'Well I still don't see how it is my fault. I didn't force you to drink the Guinness, now did I?' Nikola retorted earning himself a slap from Helen.

'Ow, what did I do now?'

'You know very well what, Nikola Tesla. Don't you dare give me the 'I'm so innocent' look!'

'My, aren't you in a bad mood this morning, Miss Magnus!' Nikola couldn't help himself and with the thunderous look on Helen's face, he was mightily pleased with himself! He knew he was in for one of Helen's infamous diatribes and he couldn't wait. He could listen to her sexy accent all day regardless of her mood and he knew he had succeeded in his mission when she opened her mouth to begin said diatribe. It was his kind of heaven. Helen Magnus in full flight; it was such a magnificent sight to behold. Now all he had to do was plan the next day's shenanigans and he would be set! Hmm what to do…what to do? Suddenly lightning struck as he formed a plan. He chuckled to himself. Oh this weekend was going to get better and better…