Just another drabble.

I couldn't sleep so I decided Helen wouldn't either.

I don't own anything. Except the mistakes, those are all mine.

Helen Magnus sits bolt upright, her muscles tensed, brow dripping with sweat, and her ragged breathing the only sound in the darkened bedroom. A few moments pass, her pulse begins to return to normal and her body relaxes. She kicks off the blankets and moves to the window. Opening the lock she opens the window and revels in the cold night air. Looking out at the bright lights of New City Helen banishes the dark memory of the dream.

Turning back to face the mass of tangled sheets and blankets covering her bed, Helen realises she will not be getting any more sleep tonight. Instead she pulls on her blue nightgown, tying the belt as she makes her way down the hall. She smiles on hearing the sound of late night television blearing from the direction of Henry's lab, moving silently Helen heads away from the sound finally entering her office.

Switching on her desk lamp Helen sits down. Bringing the computer to life Helen began working through the newest deluge of email requests and updates from the Sanctuary network. It's not until sunlight begins creeping in through the office windows that she looks up from the monitor. Pinching the bridge of her nose Helen takes a deep breath, leaning back in her chair her eyes close. The moment is broken a low beep indicating yet more emails had piled up in the inbox. Letting out a sigh Helen moves away from her computer and out of the office. It was still early her emails could wait a while.

In truth she really wanted to avoid being seen. Being caught this early sneaking back to her room barefoot and dressed in a nightgown, may give some the wrong idea. Helen smiled at the thought, she would usually find such a thing amusing. However she realised it would be less amusing and contantly mentioned if Nikola found out and with the former vampire still in residence Helen moved stealthily along the corridors.

TBC?