A few days had passed and Magnus called Will into her office, knowing that he would misinterpret why she was calling him in. He would think she wanted another session which she did not. When he arrived she was just hanging up the phone. "I have to go to London for a week."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, just a few meetings Declan wants me to be present for." There was an awkward silence as Will hovered over the back of the chair he usually always sat in, his fingers gently squeezing the material and supporting his body. He was waiting for her to continue, there was obviously something else that she wanted. She fiddled with some papers on her desk before continuing, "I would appreciate it if you would come with me."

"When do we leave?"

She glanced at her watch, "Two hours." His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

"Um, yeah, I'll go pack." He left her alone and moved to his room.

Three hours later she was passed out on the plane, book in her hands and her face pressed against the seat. Will was watching her carefully. She looked like she hadn't slept in those few days, and she probably hadn't. He was glad she was taking the opportunity now. Magnus stayed in that position for the entire trip, only waking when the wheels touched the ground.

The meetings began immediately and Magnus was locked in a room in the back of the UK Sanctuary for hours on end. Will wandered aimlessly until they decided to emerge into the land of the living for some sustenance called dinner, albeit two days after the meeting at started. They had been locked up in that tiny room for 72 hours, everything being brought to them with only small breaks here and there. He really honestly didn't understand why she wanted him here if he wasn't going to be doing anything.

She was exhausted, he could see it in the way she didn't talk and shoved her food around in circles occasionally taking a bite. He hung around until the rest of the bigwigs decided it was time for bed and took their leave. Magnus was still sitting in a high backed chair with a half empty wineglass in her hand.

"Everything ok, Magnus?"

He pulled her out of her reverie and she turned to him, only slightly startled. "Yeah, just being back here…it's not easy, especially this time around."

"Understandable."

"Want to go for a walk?" When she looked at him her eyes were pleading. She couldn't go to sleep; she couldn't go into that room and have the memories rip through her mind. She'd stay awake the entire week if need be, but she would not be sleeping in that room. He nodded and she stood leading the way.

Will trailed beside her for a decent distance both of them in silence. She had left her wine glass on the table and was now wringing her hands together. They walked through many hallways and it was minutes before she stopped. They had just descended a steep flight of stairs into the basement. "This is where my father first kept the abnormals: locked away from the rest of us, so we wouldn't know." She didn't make to open the door that her eyes were riveted to and Will didn't move or speak, feeling her need to just be there. She stayed where she was a while longer before turning and moving back up the stairs.

He followed her around to various places where she would stop for a few minutes, staring transfixed by some otherworldly and distant memory that only she could see. Finally she was making her way back to where they had started, her back slouching slightly and her feet just barely dragging. She was exhausted, but this had helped. She sat back down and he planted himself across from her. "Where did we go tonight, Magnus?"

She took a sip or her now very warm wine and looked him over, "Every place he took me. Unwillingly." Taking another sip she finished off the glass quickly. "The hallways were his favorite place to—" she stopped, swallowing hard before continuing, "always a chance of getting caught."

He waited to be sure she wasn't going to continue before speaking again, "And why are we here?"

She didn't look at him, "Can't sleep." He understood then, why she was still here, why she hadn't gone to her room.

Taking her hand he pulled her to stand and she swayed softly with weariness. He pressed his fingers against her lower back and led her to his room which was situated in the guest wing. "Sleep tonight, we'll talk in the morning or when the meetings are over." She didn't strip, only stepped out of her shoes and rolled onto the bed. He pulled a throw from the bottom of the mattress and rested it over her body. "I'll be right here, I promise." He turned off the overhead lights and turned on the bedside lamp. Sitting in a chair close by he opened a book, resting his now shoeless feet up on the bed and began to read.