Just a small fic that popped into my head today - probably 5 short chapters - reviews always appreciated - anyone else still miss Sanctuary?
Helen stirred as she sensed James move from the bed they shared. It was only recently that she let him into her bed. Nothing more than a comforting cuddle had occurred between them, not yet anyway. It been several years since she had let anyone touch her body in a more sensual way. Not since John had left. Not since the Ripper.
Both of their lives had been torn apart the night James had finally figured out the truth. A truth he had been blind to. Both he and Helen were still working on healing their broken hearts. It seemed only natural that they'd find the most comfort with each other.
It had started with a touch here or there, an embrace that lasted just a bit too long to be casual. Then there had been the night Helen's nightmares spilled over into reality, he screams echoing through the halls of the London Sanctuary. James had come to her and he held her until she found a semblance of peace once again. This was the first night she asked him to stay when he made to leave.
So he had.
He held her tight against him and for the first time in ages Helen Magnus felt safe. She slept soundly, her past forgotten in a dreamless slumber.
Tonight was the first night he had kissed her. They had enjoyed a quiet dinner out on the town. They strolled the streets of London and in the warm glow of a nearby street lamp she cupped his face and gently kissed him. Nothing was said as they made their way home but James felt a part of his own heart heal he had thought broken forever.
"Darling, where are you going?"
Helen was still half asleep, her voice barely more than a murmur. James leaned across the bed and placed a tender kiss upon her forehead.
"I've just had a thought about a recent case of mine. Nipping off to the Yard."
Helen didn't protest. She knew how much his recent case had enthralled him. The thrill of the case energizing him in a way she hadn't seen since before Whitechapel. Instead she rolled back over and pulled the blanket closer around her.
James smiled to himself and finished getting dressed, slipping quietly into the calm night.