Author note: Chapter two, still not much happening yet...
Warning: Sex, pseudo-science, Henry being emotional.
Pair: William Zimmerman and Henry Foss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary, because if I did the ending would be more of an ending, rather than just stopping like it did. Stupid cancellations...

"That could have gone worse." Magnus commented as she wandered into the main lab. Will stood in front of Sally's tank, hand pressed against the glass. He offered the mermaid an apologetic smile for having to pause in their conversation, and turned to his boss.

"Much worse. I think we've reached an agreement, and we might even learn something." Helen smiled.

"Then it's the best outcome we could have hoped for." She turned to Sally's tank. "Thinking of going swimming?" Will laughed.

"Uh, yeah, kind of, actually. Sally want said she wanted some company, so I was going to join her for a while."

"I'd offer to join you, but..." she shrugged. Will snorted.

"Magnus, we couldn't get changed in front of each other while being attacked by a Vampire Squid and a Giant Sea Scorpion. I can't see us skinny-dipping together with Sally when anyone else could walk through, can you?" It was purely British reserve that stopped Magnus snorting.

"Not in the slightest. It is possible to blank the wall of the tank, you know." Will chuckled.

"I know, but that still means you, me and Sally all see each other naked."

"Now that's a conversation I never thought I'd walk in on." Bigfoot set down a tea tray behind them, making them jump. Magnus patted Will's arm.

"You should have been around for the conversation earlier." She helped herself to a cup of Earl Grey. "I'm not sure what was said, but from the body language, it was highly enlightening."

"Henry told you." Bigfoot realised. "Wish I could have seen that."

"Yeah, well, you took the day off yesterday." Will pointed out. "No doubt you'll find out what's going on with us as soon as we do."

The sound of running footsteps made them all turn and stare. Kate pelted in and threw herself behind Bigfoot. She was panting and her hair was dishevelled. Helen sighed.

"I assume you didn't take my advice and stay away from Henry." Kate glared.

"He came to me, boss, not the other way around." She defended herself. Magnus raised an eyebrow. "No, really! He was just dropping off some stuff for me, modified ammo and bits. Next thing I know, he's pinning me to the wall and biting on my neck."

"He bit you?" Magnus moved around to look.

"No, no," Kate waved, "more like... I dunno... biting his lips rather than me? Like... omnomnom?" She demonstrated. Will snorted. "Would biting Change me? Like in the horror flicks?"

"I'm not sure; perhaps if it broke the skin. There's always something to the old stories, after all, but I doubt it." Magnus relaxed. "Why were you running?" Kate shifted back and forth, eyeing the corridor into the lab nervously. "He followed you, didn't he?" Kate nodded.

"I knew Will was planning on being down here; it seemed a safe bet." Will glared.

"You ran to me? Not Magnus, or Biggie? You skipped on his surrogate Alpha and came to me?" Bigfoot grunted and sniffed at the air, cautious now he knew the werewolf was losing track of himself. "Does he always lose control like this?" Will asked Magnus. The woman tilted a hand.

"Sometimes. If there's a fertile female available, Henry's control drops severely." Will flushed slightly. Kate looked uncomfortable. "I suggest you lay low for a couple of days, Kate. Will, any hang-ups you have about helping Henry through this need to put aside as quickly as possible."

"Here he comes." Bigfoot pointed out. Henry stumbled through the door, rubbing a hand across his face – shaking a little, face flushed, walking strangely – with a bundle of papers under the other arm. Will noted all the signs of Henry's discomfort automatically.

"Dude, you okay?" he called. The shorter man stopped short, and noticed them all standing there for the first time. The only description Will had for Henry's expression was 'Oh, Thank God'.

"I am now." Henry dropped the pile of papers and rushed across the lab. Will barely had time to steady him, or register the thick miasma of pheromones that enveloped the group before Henry was in his arms, kissing him frantically.

For just a moment, Will was shocked. His initial reaction was to push Henry away, and his hands rose to grip the werewolf's biceps, ready to move him back. Then Will caught a glimpse of his companions.

Magnus and Kate had their guns out and aimed at Henry, Kate still half hiding behind Bigfoot, who had dropped into a defensive stance. Henry himself was wide eyed, breathing fast, heart pounding, shivering – more fear than lust – but it was altering with the contact, changing pulse and respiration rates, calming down, then speeding up under the kiss. The wave of pheromones struck, and Will couldn't help but kiss back. Out of the corner of his eye, Will saw Magnus holster her gun. As soon as Henry's breathing settled into a more natural rhythm, Will pulled back.

"Better?" Henry rested his head against Will's shoulder. Kate visibly relaxed, following Magnus' example and putting away her weapon.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Thanks." Will realised he was still holding onto Henry's shoulders. Somehow, Henry had pushed him back against the wall, and was still pinning him. His pulse was still easing though, and clearly the close contact was helping. "I figured out how to reduce the pheromone problem," Henry muttered against his friend's neck, "but my control's shot."

"You reduced your time to cope independently in order to give Will more choice in the matter?" Helen checked herself. "Do you really emit pheromones around prospective mates? Could we get a sample?" Henry laughed, muffled against the taller man's shirt.

"You two are so alike."

"Henry." Bigfoot moved Kate out of Henry's eye line again, just in case. "Let Will take you back to your room. Just until you've calmed down."

"Yeah, come on, man." Will tentatively rubbed the top of Henry's arm, earning an approving look from Magnus. He ignored her and ducked until he could make eye-contact with the werewolf. "Want a video game rematch?" Henry shook his head.

"Don't think a bedroom is such a great idea right now." He admitted.

"Then how about one of the reception rooms on the second floor?" Kate volunteered. Henry nodded.

"Yeah. That should be fine." The lycanthrope backed away, still clinging to Will's clothing. The psychologist covered the shaking hand with his, and Henry took a deep, calming breath and let go, only to tangle his fingers with Will's. He glanced down at their joined hands. "Sorry. Contact seems to help."

"Okay." Will led him towards the door. "Okay." He shot a glance at Magnus, who nodded once; understanding that she should keep an eye on things.

Halfway up the second floor corridor from the elevator, Henry let out a snort of laughter, but it sounded almost tearful. Will glanced down at him. In the elevator, Henry had reattached to his shirt, muttering about being pathetic. Will had wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"I thought we were screwed there, man. I guess Kate is a suitable mate after all. That's not good."

"But it's only a problem when you're in season, right?" Henry nodded. "Then we'll just have ship her off somewhere when it happens." Will shrugged. "She'll understand."

"Still damn awkward though." Henry pointed out as he led the way to the room they had chosen. "I can't wait for this to pass. I need to sit down without a goddamn hard-on."

TBC