This is making my head spin! xD that's why is taking too long. First, I must unscramble my ideas, and then I can fix what I had written. Anyhow.

Enjoy!

M.

Chapter XI

March 20th, 2004

Underground Sanctuary.

They were seated in companionable silence. Helen concentrated on her work; Sam focused on a book when a knock made them look up. Helen checked her watch and smiled.

"It must be Will. Please do stay if you feel comfortable," Sam bit her lower lip and then, she made the mistake of looking into Helen's hopeful eyes and nodded.

"Enter," Magnus said loud enough, and Will peeked inside making Helen shake her head. "Please, do come on in, William. I need to finish something, and I'll be with you." He entered the room and was about to walk to the coffee machine when he saw the other person sitting in Helen's office, and frowned. It was completely unexpected.

"Good Afternoon Major," he said and frowned when the woman didn't attempt to leave the room. "Magnus? You've said you wanted to see me?" Will said, pointing discreetly to Sam.

"Yes, I did. I still do. However, I also am in desperate need of finishing this and sent it to Onryuji. Then, I'm all yours," she said, not even taking her eyes off the screen. She knew him well enough to know that, with that phrase, his mind went straight to the gutter. "Get back to Earth, William, and please do take a seat," she smirked, making him blush.

"Totally caught," he mumbled, walking away from her.

"Why is it that you haven't fetched yourself a coffee?" Helen raised an eyebrow, still focused on her screen.

"You've said sit," she snorted.

"As if you ever do that without getting a mug first."

"Will you like a Tea, Helen?" He shook his head in amusement, she grinned. "Of course, I know the answer to that." He rolled his eyes.

Sam watched the exchange covering her small smile with the book; for some reason the whole exchange reminded her of a certain Colonel visiting her lab for no reason other than to watch her work no matter how annoying that could sound to anyone else. Back in the early days, she thought he did that to keep her under control because he didn't trust her. Now, she knew he did it because he liked to keep an eye on her because he cared for her.

She saw William moved around the space Helen had pointed her, and before long he lowered a steaming cup of tea in front of her mother.

"Major?" she heard him said, but he looked at her as if he was waiting for some answer. Sam looked at Helen, and the amused expression she found was enough to confirm she had missed something.

"Huh?"

"Will you want coffee or tea?" William repeated.

"Coffee, please. Black, one sugar," Helen sighed dramatically, making Sam frown.

"Don't mind her, she is brit to the core," Will grinned.

"And proud of it," Helen added with a smirk.

"How are you, Major?" William asked, passing her the mug before he lowered his on the table and sat across her.

"Uhm. Great, I think." She answered blushing.

"And your wounds?"

"Well, according to both my doctors for this situation. I don't have any significant wounds left to heal," she answered with a little smile. Will raised an eyebrow, "They both agreed I have only a couple of scratches, nothing too damning and I will survive without scars. I'm still under her treatment," she added nodding towards Helen.

"What? I saw your wounds on site. Your case was the most critical. You lost enough blood to be," he stopped talking and turned with furrowed brows towards Helen. "Magnus? What's going on?" She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose and then, hit a couple of keys on her computer, 'Back to Magnus,' she thought as she clicked something and stood up. He followed her every move with his eyes.

"Well, what you've just figured out about her is one of the main reasons you are here, Will. " She walked around her desk and leaned against it. "You once asked me for the truth, and I've accepted the challenge. It's not an easy promise to keep, but I will give you access to one of the many skeletons that pollute my closet," she exhaled, "you must have noticed how similar we look, yes?"

"Let's say now I know how did you look like when the five just started," he commented with a chuckle, making Helen frown. "Because of the blonde hair, I haven't seen you with it," he explained, understanding washed over Helen's features.

"You were blonde?" Sam asked in surprise. Helen raised her eyebrow.

"We are going out of topics here, and yes, I'm a natural blonde. I haven't been one for a very long time. Can I continue now?" Sam and Will nodded. "I presume I should start on the begging then. Or on December 29th, 1968. On that date, I gave birth to a child. John took her from me hours later by teleporting both out of the Sanctuary."

"He thought she was Ashley," Will frowned, not surprising Helen with his insight.

"Yes."

"Okay, and?" He encouraged her to talk, but before she could start, pieces fell into place in his mind as he looked at both women. "She?"

The women in question were sharing the same expression, a mix of dread and hope, both worrying lower lips. It was quite obvious they were somehow related and that they didn't want to add anything else to what it was just said.

"I didn't' know," Sam mumbled, loud enough to be heard by both of them, "I didn't know I was an adopted child until not so long ago."

"You are a Magnus?" They both nodded, "Wow, just, wow."

"This can't leave the room, William," Helen warned. "You can talk to Ashley since she knows about Sam."

"Yeah, I haven't told anyone on my team yet. They don't know I'm abnormal. Janet as my Doctor knows I'm different, and she agreed not to tell anyone so I can have a life out there. But as far as this goes, they don't know I'm abnormal, and they don't know about my, our, relationship." Sam babbled nervously.

"Then besides the three Magnus women, no one else knows?" he asked carefully.

"Nikola knows," Sam confessed. And Will did a double-take, frowning with the information he had obtained.

"He is her father," Helen provided, thoughtfully; too seriously to be anything but the truth.

"What!? I mean, I shouldn't be surprised at all, you always had a close relationship and all. But," He was making weird gestures with his hands, so she interrupted him before managed to embarrass himself more.

"It's nothing quite like you are imagining, William," she added, a trace of a smile in her voice, "He was the sperm donor."

"The? Oh! Ah! That makes sense." The women tried hard to keep the fact that he had just changed color several times out of their faces. But he noticed, and for some reason, the trace of their smiles made him feel angry. "Why you didn't tell me before, Helen? I mean, you could have told me about this earlier, I could have helped you to look out for her, comforted you even! Did he..."

"William," she warned. He opened his mouth to keep ranting. She was faster than him. "I won't do this. I won't let you do this." He gulped, he had seen Helen sounding a bit too close to angry, on so few occasions that he could count them with one hand. "You can take what I'm telling you; it should be enough. Do know I'm sharing this with you because I trusted you would behave. And I almost managed to convince her that you would be very understanding of the situation, please, do not prove me wrong," her tone didn't leave room for anything else.

"I'm sorry, Major, and I'm not trying to make you feel bad, and I apologize for my behavior if you find it shocking. I've been on the other side of her secrets, especially those that can be life-altering and I don't like it." He had the guts to say, the way he said it didn't sit well on Sam, but Helen didn't flinch. Sam wondered again how Magnus managed to keep herself so calm and unaffected.

"Don't worry, Will. Can I call you Will, right?" Sam started as softly as she could. He nodded, "You seem to know my newly acquainted mother well enough, and on the other hand, she believes in your ability to read people." She made it sound like a question, even if there wasn't one there.

"What are you saying?" Will asked, embracing himself in a defensive stance.

"You should use that ability to try and read her, this," Sam affirmed making him raise an eyebrow in response.

"I'm not following you, Major."

"I thought you might say that." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Consider this: she is the one keeping secrets. But then again, she is the one who went looking for a missing child and just found her. She is managing a whole super-secret network than not even the most top-secret post on Earth had ever heard about, and yes, she has lived more than you, and I might live. At least two of what I've mentioned comes with knowing how to keep secrets, along with a lot of things you forget to tell. Hell, I can't remember many things of my life, and I've only thirty-three years to remember, can you remember what you did in all of them?"

"No." He answered, somewhat pouting.

"I know, I get it. I understand why you want to know. I know what it feels like to want to know what's going on and then learning it on the worse possible way. I grew up like that, my dad is a retired General, and there were many things I couldn't know about him. I also got engaged with a special ops officer, and I couldn't even know where he was most of the time. And, let's not dwell on my career choice, which makes me fit to understand quite well what is like to have secrets that can't see the light of the day. I know things I can't even tell my brother, for crying out loud and, so do you. You can't go shouting to the winds 'hey people there are abnormals on Earth', no matter how much you want to, right?"

"Right," he mumbled, starting to feel embarrassed.

"But, do you know what it's like to have feelings you have to keep for yourself? Because I do, and it is not pretty. And I'm talking about beautiful sentiments. I can't even start to imagine how terrible losing a child must be. Nor I ever want to know. Hell! I do not know Helen Magnus, I've just met her, and sure, I do not know all her secrets, nor I will know them. What I must recognize is that I'm honored by her trusting me enough to tell me a handful of them, at any time. I will be grateful whenever she is ready to tell me about her. And, if she is not, I cannot and will not force her to, it is her secret, her life and thus her decision to share it or not. It doesn't matter if I'm her daughter or not, I have no rights to ask her for more than she is willing to give me, and trust me, Will, neither do you. You know her; you got to share things with her that I never will, and yet, you are the one asking for more? And don't even start with the life-altering thing, because you are in a great disadvantage here, I've just figured I've had a mother I've never met before and learned I'm abnormal and, confusing as this situation is for me, I'm in awe with the little she told me. Then why are you the one angry with her because of the life-altering secret she just revealed?"

Will blinked a couple of times and blushed. Sam was right, and he knew it; we behaved like a spoiled child, and he had made a scene just because he could. Yes, Will knew Magnus had secrets, and that made sense, her lifespan was more prolonged than anyone's out there so far. Sam was also right to point he too had secrets. And at the end of the day, whenever one of them felt ready to let one out, they would end up telling it to each other.

Of course, his were mostly dumb mistakes he did as any young man. Hers sometimes could be silly or funny, and sometimes something dark which had affected many people's' future. And yet, at times she felt like sharing the rarest, the ones like what he had just learned, the ones that had affected her in more ways than he understood. And those, those were too much to ask, let alone to force out of her.

"You are right, Major. I shouldn't press for more. I'm sorry, Helen, I didn't intend to act like a child. The truth is, I want to get to know you better than anyone, and in my need, I forgot that knowing you, isn't about me. It is about you. After all, I will be only a handful of days in your long life."

Magnus' eyes were full of tears she didn't spill; she was on the verge of breaking since Sam started to talk. There were so few people who would gladly do what Sam just did, that she found herself unable to speak. Helen nodded to Will, smiled thankfully at Sam, and turned around. She needed to recompose herself quickly, she needed her walls up, but this day wasn't allowing her to keep them up.

"So, Sam? May I call you Sam?" he started, trying to change the mood that had settled in the office and mostly to take some of the pressure out of Helen's shoulders and to distract them all enough to allow her to compose herself. Sam nodded gratefully as an answer, noticing what he was doing, "How do you feel, knowing you are abnormal?" Magnus turned, her eyes wide and her eyebrow raised almost to her hairline, and in an unexpected move, she threw him with a paper ball.

"Don't answer that," Helen chuckled, shaking her head. "He knows better than asking dumb questions, and you could ask the same of him." She sat next to Will and ruffled his hair, and he breathed, knowing by the action that they were okay, "don't worry, he is not a dangerous abnormal, just a highly perceptive one. Sometimes he doesn't use all his advantages."

"I guess not even abnormals are perfect," Sam commented, shaking her head.

"Sadly, we aren't. Now, as for tonight, I've decided I will grant you and your friend's permission to roam the whole Sanctuary. Or at least, the one entirely under my responsibility, I don't know how comfortable the others will be about strangers in their buildings."

"I see, you are unlocking level two?" Sam asked, not quite knowing what level two was. They didn't get that far in their chat.

"Yes, and you will meet all kinds of abnormals." She smiled, "Have you thought about telling them? Or are you going to wait until you know how they will react to 'my secret'?"

"I think I will see their reactions first. It's confusing, to say the least."

"I bet! Luckily when I found out I was abnormal, I was already working for Helen. So, most of my acquaintances were abnormals or already in the knowing."

"You are not helping, William."

"Sorry," he added sheepishly.

"As much as I like to have you here, Samantha, you shouldn't keep hiding from them unless you want to raise more alarms."

"I know," she sighed. "I should go find them, and figure out if we are coming together or if just some of us will show up."

"Whatever it happens, if you come up later, I will take some time to give you the full tour around," she smiled at her daughter, and Sam nodded standing up. "Samantha?" Helen's voice stopped her from getting out of the room. "You said Doctor Frasier knows about your DNA. Should I have a conversation with her?"

"Ah…" she huffed, "I don't know," she bit her lower lip, "what would you say to her?"

"I'm not quite sure yet," Helen frowned, wanting to facepalm herself for the question, "Never mind. Forget I've mentioned it," Sam smiled and nodded

"If you find words to tell her without telling her I'm abnormal. I guess it will be okay," she said before, she grabbed her radio and turned away. "Hey, guys? Where do I find you?" Sam waved at them before she closed the door behind her.

"Carter?"

"Yes, sir."

"They've assigned us rooms, Sam. If you get to the dining room, I can come up and pick you," Daniel said, "Well, Teal'c can pick you."

Will turned the volume of his radio down by then, Helen crooked her head. He turned around in place, to face her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, she sighed.

"No.," she affirmed, caressing his face softly with one hand. "However, I can't keep our residents restrained any longer, William. They are here because they wanted to be free and I'm starting to feel suffocated by all the drapes closed. With how much time and money, we've spent one that sun of ours, we should never close our windows, especially not during the blooming season. Have you seen all those flowers out there?" she smiled. She saw thousands of thoughts hurrying across his face. "Talk to me, William."

"I. It's... I don't know, aren't you taking too much of a risk by telling them? I mean there's no real way to predict the outcome. And you are putting your identity at risk here, for what?" She smiled.

"My identity is always at risk, Will. How do you think I got to survive the one hundred thirteen years in which there were my past me and myself around? Being me has a price; I'm still willing to pay it."

"What good will this bring?"

"I don't know? If it brings me a chance to meet the daughter, I thought I would never get to know; then the price is more than fair. Maybe it even helps us to get a back door to get some form of protection of the same Government that's willing to put my head on a stake, and whose President is helping us, because he is one of our own. Reality is, William, that I've stopped expecting things to happen a long while ago. I've wasted enough years doing so and things by themselves never quite got the way I wanted them."

"You didn't get the things you wanted?" he snorted.

"I didn't say I didn't get them. Let's say my plans sometimes came in a different way, much different from what I wanted as a kid."

"Ah, yes." Nikola's voice broke them out of their quiet conversation. "Her father told me, way back when, when he found out about the serum, that 'things were far different from what she once dreamed of: 'She wanted to get married and have a football team of children's, and grow old with the love of her life…' he had said. Of course, I laughed, I couldn't' imagine the first female Doctor from Oxford wanting something so simple for herself. I couldn't come to reconcile the Helen Magnus I knew, with the youngling her father was painting her to be. But you know, we all were children once."

"A long time ago, Nikola… a long time ago," she added, blushing, but not denying the words her father had said to Nikola. "Did you want something?"

"Yes, I need William for a test. No warning glare, please, Dear. I want to verify the scope of his vision. See if what I've created is what he sees regularly"

"You have two more hours," she warned and then they were out of her hair. She smiled, and then she went back to work. "Thank you, Henry," she whispered when she finished reading the email that had just arrived.

"Henry?" she called to the werewolf lab.

"Yeah, Doc?"

"Can you set me a secure line to the internet?"

"Want me to ensure the external connection too, Doc?"

"No, don't worry. I'll do that by myself."

"Cool, you have one. Details on your screen on a few, use it wisely."

When the connection was all set, she cleaned her security on the other side and followed the lines provided by the White House Henry, and soon she was in the Air Force classified files

On the other end of the building, Sam inhaled when she heard the distinct sounds of boots coming closer, trying to put herself in a state of mind that wouldn't give away all her thoughts.

"Hey, it's you," Ashley commented, entering the room. "Have you talked with mom? Come this way I need food; I do hope she did mention the cool things like health and such."

"Major Carter, Miss Magnus," Teal'c saluted them from the door as they were about to cross to the kitchen. Sam gulped, and Ashley smiled, before turning away and rummaging in the fridge, thinking fast how to help with the screw up she just managed to do.

"I mean, she's always looking for people and capable people are hard to find. So, I would hope she went through the important parts of the deal," she grinned, hoping the big guy had bought her comment. "Teal'c, right?" she added, her voice booming out of the fridge.

"Indeed."

"Weird name, but hey, it could've been worse. My dad name was Montague; he went by John, though. If you ask me, Teal'c sound way cooler. So, you've never answered…"

"Ah, yes. I managed to find her."

"Cool. I heard rooms were assigned, do you know how to get there?"

"Indeed, I know."

"Don't stay on my account. I need some sustenance," Ashley said on a fake accent.

"Didn't you just have lunch?" Sam asked in concern.

"Let's say I've expended all my calories," she grinned. "Don't worry; I won't get fat any soon." She winked.

"You sure you are okay?" Sam asked in concern, Ashley smiled at her and nodded once, touched by the care she read in the Major's voice.

"You should go, it's quite a walk you have to the rooms. Oh! Major!" She called. "Can I get my pad back? I kinda need my schedule."

"Sure," Sam walked to Ashley to return the pad.

"Hey, if you need something from any Magnus. Emerg channel will work," she finished taping Sam's radio. They exchanged a grin before Sam started following Teal'c.

"Sam!" Both Daniel and Janet exclaimed when she entered the room.

"Carter! There you are!"

"Hey! Sorry I've disappeared on you. Doctor Magnus told me she needed to run some additional test due to my injuries and wanted to check how the Naquadah could affect the treatment," she explained, and the members of her team nodded. Janet looked at her doubting a little.

"Just that?" Janet inquired. Sam nodded.

"Yup, she said everything is healing properly."

"You sure, Carter?" Jack asked in concern, she nodded once, "there's nothing wrong?"

"Nope. Nothing," she chuckled. "I was nervous with her test, though. I'm still somewhat ill at ease. I mean, if the expert on the subject was worried about how it could affect my treatment then imagine how I felt."

"That's why you were so weird during lunch?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah," She nodded and raised her face enough to look up straight into Jack's face. And his expression told her he didn't believe it, not one bit of what she said. "Something wrong, Colonel?" she asked, trying to get a better understanding of what exactly was bothering him.

"I believe I should ask you the same question, Carter. No worries, I won't," he clapped. "You know I won't push you to talk about things you don't want to talk about." She nodded gratefully.

"Hey Sam, you know why Doctor Magnus' daughter was acting strangely during lunch?"

"Nope. No idea."

"So whatcha think is the big secret?"

"I don't know… I'm looking forward to the meeting, actually"

"Well, if they had all that information about Goa'ulds, I bet, is something fascinating," Daniel grinned hopefully.

"Hopefully is as interesting as is helpful," Janet added.

"So, are we all going?" Sam asked, trying not to sound so hopeful.

"Whatcha think, Carter? Shouldn't we all go?"

"I think it will be for the best, sir. You know how bad things end up when we manage to spread ourselves in unknown places."

Sam's POV

It's later that afternoon when we slowly walk our way to her office as appointed. Somehow, they didn't ask any more questions. Instead, they shared what each of them thought it might be happening here.

Jack's rendition sounded a bit too close to Indiana Jones and the temple of doom. And made me smile, I believe that was the whole deal with it though. He does that sometimes.

I knock the door and feel the nerves in the pit of my stomach, and I inhaled deeply. Something in her sure "come on in" makes me feel a little better about myself. Inside, part of her team awaits. They all look at her as if she had grown a second head, and a bit in awe. Then, they look at us and a mix of disdain, anger, and a lot of hope. I gulp.

"Please, take a seat. We are only missing Nikola and Will to start," she explains, and I look around, finding that in fact, the only other member of my newly acquainted family is her. We all hear Nikola before he comes barging into the room, followed by a beet red Will. And he freezes inside when he notices we are all here.

"My… my Helen, your makeup looks fantastic, you are getting better at it," Nikola comments not even batting an eye in front of the crowded room.

"Tesla, shut up!" Will replied. Helen? Mom? Magnus? Well, she rolls her eyes. I find myself and Janet looking at the woman's face, and yes, her makeup looks outstanding. After seeing the real face beneath all those layers, I have to agree with Tesla since she doesn't seem to be wearing any makeup despite all the layers I know she has on. For some reason, it is easier to call him Tesla than it is to find a word I'm comfortable calling her.

"Let's go straight to the point," she says, dismissing the little distraction, "I've made some calls, and moved some threads. I know you are the infamous SG1." We open and close our mouths, wondering which kinds of threads she can move, but before we can even start asking, she continues, "I want to clarify that you aren't prisoners in my Sanctuary. All of you are free to go at the end of this meeting or whenever you feel like it. As I've mentioned before, your medication can't leave the building, and that's why I'm not against pleading you to stay. The decision is ultimately yours; it is your health interest. Are we clear?" A round of nods follows her words.

"Once you fully recovered, or if you all decide to leave without the follow-up. Then, my team will return with you to the bowels of Cheyenne Mountain as they were granted the same level of security that SG1 has."

"How in God's Earth?" Janet asked loud enough.

"I still have some good friends," She smiled. "And I've must confess that by telling you my name, I've placed a significant weight over your shoulders. As I, as many of the people you will meet today, don't exist for your world. However, to let you know what we do here and the reason why my name is such a weight, you will have to sign NDA forms. As you must, when we go with them," she added, looking at her team.

"NDA's?" Kate asks with a frown.

"Non-Disclosure Agreement," we all provide in a monotonous tone, soon we all have a folder in our hands.

"Wait a minute! SG… SG…" Tesla frowns getting closer to her. "Does it has a relationship with that dig in 1928, Helen?" Tesla asks and the Doctor, mom, she nods. I frown what they could know about it? I know they both were alive at that time. How could they know about the gate? He smirks, "well, that's an interesting development, I was under the impression they would never make it work."

"Later, Nikola. If you finished with the files I could get to the actual point of the meeting," we all read the agreement carefully, actually is very similar to the one we signed when the SGC started, soon folders are sitting at her desk, and she smiles. "Great, as far as I've known, you all wanted to know why the Sanctuary Network exists, you wanted to know."

"What the heck was the damn thing that attacked us in the sewers," O'Neill interrupts her; I bit my lip. I know that he is not comfortable here, he never is, anywhere… "or why the heck we can't take medicine with us and if we are not imprisoned then why 'level two is closed.'?" Well, not comfortable seems to be an understatement.

"Well, I don't know how you know 'bout the closing. But when the Doc said close level two, she asked for a 'level two closing' which means we lock some levels for your safety dude." Henry jumps in.

"And then again we are not prisoners," Daniel says

"And we still don't know how you and your family got all that information," Janet adds

"Or who did you call to force us to stay here," Jack provides, Teal'c and I remain silent, Magnus smiles. How can she be so calm? How many times did she do this before?

"Well, I figured you would want answers for all of that." She pauses, "after knowing what you do for a living; I can be certain that all of you have seen unbelievable things. Au contraire than the SGC, the Sanctuary Network was born to protect the amazing things that walk the earth." The knowing look she has, tells me she knows now for sure what we do at the SGC. "Allow me to start at the beginning, more than a hundred fifty years ago, unknown to most, Dr. Gregory Magnus founded the first Sanctuary for all; it was a small safe house on the underground of his home." Helen smiled, remembering the first time she walked down the stairs of her home, to find her father's work.

"It was 1820 when the first refugees came to his door. Later, he passed his knowledge to his only heir: his daughter," Nikola added smiling softly, "At fifteen, she was an exceptional young lady who fought against all that was normal in her time. As she aged, she forced Oxford to accept her to be more than just a listener. And once she finished her studies, she took the weight of her father's work without thinking twice, and then, she went beyond it," Nikola finished winking at her, making her blush.

"Dr. H Magnus?" Janet asks, and Nikola nods

"History says that when she took the reins of the Sanctuary refugees would come searching her from the most distant parts of the world. The British government found out about it and turned their eyes away; it was when something happened that needed the expertise of Dr. Helen Magnus and her friends, that they called them in. In return, she negotiated Government's funding and ways to make the expansion of the Sanctuary a not so distant reality. After that, the Sanctuary became a small network: Prague, Japan, Delhi, from there the network evolved to the point that every country in the world had at least one Sanctuary," Will's continues

"How you manage all that? How you keep something so big hidden?" Daniel asks. I can see Daniel is at the point in which he doesn't quite believe what he is hearing, nor he thinks it is a lie.

"Well, to work, the Network has a government system. The Network Council selects our Head of Network. Head of Branches are the members of the Council, and those get elected among the Head of Houses. Any elected person has a full four-year period after which they can be removed or kept."

"Will," she warns.

"If there's any doubt about the capabilities of those in control, they can be separated from their position until further investigation. It's kind of like running a country," Will smiles, "or the world."

"William!"

"And you'll see the woman over there, the one that, for some reason, I've still haven't found, you don't want to trust. She is the head of this house; chairwoman of the US branch, and overall, Helen Magnus is the Head of the network, she has been in charge for longer than any other member has."

Whoa, she does all of that? And I thought my job description was enormous. Even though saving the world is a big task, isn't it? Helen, mom, she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Wow, how do you manage? It isn't too much responsibility for someone as young as you?" Daniel asks

"It wasn't my intention for you to know my position in the network. Don't worry, Doctor Jackson; I have enough experience to be acutely aware of the risks. And mostly, it is my family responsibility," she shrugs. I must say I am amazed.

"It was an excellent history class, but then again, it was just history. What about what this 'Sanctuary for All' crap?" The Colonel says, and I can see he is starting to lose his temper.

"Sanctuary for all it is not an empty motto," Sanctuary team says at once, Magnus smiles

"It seems I have to stop using that phrase," she shakes her head. "Over the years, the Sanctuary had gained access to a vast amount of information not often obtained by standard research."

"So, you steal information, that's great!" Jack adds, and Magnus tilts her head a little as if sizing what to say or rather, how to say it.

"No," she looks at him, "We get information from our sources, and then, we find the most un-disturbing way to share it with the world without compromising the truth about its origins." She squints, assessing him. "I can talk forever about the work we do and how we do it, Colonel. However, I trust you won't feel quite convinced until you see it for yourself. Therefore, I will ask you all to follow me. Henry, be a dear and raise the level two lock up. We are going down."

"Sure, Doc?" He asked, not doubting her decision, but eyeing us.

"Use mine," she points towards her desk, and he nods.

"Ok, Doc," he shrugs, and as he goes to her desk, she walks to the door.

"Are you all coming?" she asks, and we scramble to get to our feet and follow her.

Will and I are the last ones out of the room, and he looks at me because I just shook my head, remembering.

"What?" he asks

"You suck at reading people, don't you?" I tell him, and he smiles.

"That's why I went to Psychiatrists, so I wouldn't need to read them because they come to me and they spill their beans out," he laughed. And I shook my head once more. "Are you coming?"

"Definitively."