Author note: I figured out how to set an alarm on my new mobile, so hopefully I'll stay on schedule for posts now.
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...

"We have eight hours until the sedatives wear off." Magnus was pacing the length of the study. "We're running the ventilation system into the ground trying to purge both the blanket and whatever the original gas was. With the blanket gas covering it, it should be safe enough to release into the atmosphere."

"That sounds good." Nikola had taken up residence on Magnus' desk. Legs crossed elegantly, with wine glass in hand, Tesla seemed to have been enjoying the frenetic activity. "It's always so much fun spending time with your people, Helen."

"Watch your backs!" Bigfoot called, as he and a half-transformed Henry heaved a tank of Nubbins through. They had decided to separate the males and females for a while, until they were sure the whole thing had blown over. Well... they thought they could tell the difference, anyway. Nikola was unceremoniously knocked from the table top.

"Hey!"

"Sorry dude." Henry growled. They shoved the tank onto the desk. "Damn thing's heavy." Bigfoot reached in and scooped out a Nubbin, making it squeak endearingly at he stroked its ears. He'd become more attached to them after Ashley's death – she'd loved them, and they reminded the staff of her as she was. Henry sneezed and reverted to human form. "Damn allergies."

"I'm sure William would be happy to ease your suffering if you wanted to leave." Nikola purred from his new seat on the floor. The other two Abnormals looked at him disbelievingly. The smile Tesla flashed them was full of teeth, and made even Bigfoot shudder, the Nubbin he was holding going invisible in fear.

"Whatever dude." Henry sneezed. "God, I hate these things."

"Ah, yes, that reminds me." Nikola climbed to his feet. "I believe William was looking for you, Heinrich. Something about 'oh dear god' and 'what do I wear' and 'should I ask Henry to come', I think it was."

"He's already booked you both the time off." Magnus chimed in. "I assumed he'd already spoken to you." Henry shook his head, confused.

"This is the first I've heard of anything. I'll go check up on it." he excused himself.

Will was rushing back and forth in the bedroom, tossing a mix of their clothes into an overnight bag. The profiler muttered to himself as he went, reciting names and dates as he tucked underwear into the bag.

"Going somewhere?" Henry asked, leaning against the doorframe. Will looked up, smiling ruefully.

"Uh, yeah. I was going to come ask you after I'd packed. I got an email, asking me to a high school reunion. It's an 'all weekend' thing, and I was wondering... would you come with me?" Henry chewed his lip.

"To a reunion?" Will nodded. "Like... as a Plus One?" Will chuckled.

"As my partner." He specified. "My mate." Henry's cheeks tinted pink.

"Sure." He agreed. "After all, you've already booked the time off for us, right?" Will stammered for a while, half-assed denials mixed with affirmations, until Henry took pity on him. "Dude, its fine. Of course I'll go with you." He leant in for a quick peck on the cheek, only to hum happily as Will pulled him close for a deeper kiss. Henry laughed and quickly disengaged.

"What, no quickie before work?" Will mock-pouted.

"No. I have to get back to the lab." Henry reached down and squeeze Will's crotch gently. "But save this for me for later, yeah?"

"Yeah." Will's voice went up an octave as Henry applied a little more pressure. "Sure thing." The werewolf smirked as he felt the growing pressure under his palm, then sighed.

"Well, you've been stressed recently, and we've both been busy." He kicked the door shut behind him, and shoved Will against the nearest wall. "I guess I can reward your patience." Henry dropped to his knees and pulled down Will's jeans, earning a surprised laugh.

"Don't force yourself." The psychologist cautioned. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Will, I've been on my knees before. I know what I'm doing." Will shot him a wary expression. "Dude, who taught you everything you know about sucking a man's cock?" Sultry green eyes gazed up from beneath dark lashes. Will inclined his head in capitulation, only to throw it back as Henry went down on him.

The werewolf glanced up at him, disturbed by the bang against the wall, before returning to his task. It didn't take long, and Henry slipped away to spit and rinse his mouth out before Will came back to Earth. He'd never liked the taste of semen, or the way it burned his throat like cheap alcohol, but for Will, he'd risk it.

TBC