I don't really like this chapter... but what can you do. Last one will be up tomorrow.

Helen had a lot on her mind. She had spent 113 preparing for the events that were going to unfold in the coming months. She watched all her worst mistakes happen again, helpless to do anything about it. She tried to ignore certain dates. Dates that she would be tempted to change. The day Nigel died. Days of devastating natural disasters. The day she rescued Will, leaving him without a mother. James. Ashley. The day Adam destroyed Hollow Earth with her father and Ranna inside.

When she caught up with her timeline she learned that the tunnel John had brought her to had been destroyed. Completely blown up. She knew he could not have teleported away. Another causality of her cursed life. It would be so easy to give up. To curl up in a ball and lose all hope. But she couldn't let all those sacrifices be in vain, she had to soldier on. It was a daily struggle but she dealt with it. The weight of the world was on her shoulders, it always was.

Will was upset with her. He knew that she was hiding something. He wouldn't stop pestering her about it. She would have told him, she trusted him, but she just couldn't risk her plan falling apart after waiting for so long. After the incident with Abby he barely talked to her. She felt the strain and wasn't sure if she could continue keeping her secret. She felt bad about the Abby thing but she was really doing what she thought best. She knew how much Abby means to Will and would never let anything stop her from saving her. Not even Will, himself.

One day, Helen went on a routine abnormal retrieval by herself. She would have asked someone to go with her but her Old Friend was busy with a mission of his own, Henry was going to be a father and Helen didn't want to risk anything happening to him, Nikola was gone somewhere, and Will wanted nothing to do with her. So, alone she went.

She didn't know what exactly went wrong, she just knew that she was seriously injured and needed to get back to the Sanctuary.

Bleeding profusely from deep wound on her abdomen, she managed to get onto her motorcycle. Luckily she wasn't too far from home, she could already feel her vision getting fuzzy. She managed to get through the front gate and through the front door. She hoped that someone had noticed she was home. She had only walked a few steps into the foray when her legs buckled and she crumpled to the ground.

The next time she opened her eyes she was in the infirmary. She tried to sit up but a sharp pain in her side made her stop.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She looked up and saw Will looking at her. "Looks like you get hit by some sort of claw. You lost a lot of blood but there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage." He looked at her with an exasperated look. "You were lucky, Magnus."

Helen sighed and laid back down against the comfy pillow.

Less than a week later Helen left the infirmary. She was still very sore but the stitches were doing their job and she was on the mend. One evening, while working in her office, she heard a knock on the door. She told whoever it was to come in and next thing Will was standing in front of her desk.

"Yes, Will, can I help you with something?" He didn't say anything for a moment.

"You need to tell me what your big secret is." She looked at him, she could feel a flick of anger rising within her.

"I need to tell you?" She questioned, daring him to say it again.

"Yes. You need to tell me."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Zimmerman, but I'm not in the mood to have this discussion. I'm not ready to tel-"

"You almost died. You're getting reckless. It's like you don't even care about anything anymore! I'm Helen Magnus and I've been on a mountain top for 113 years so nobody has the right to know what's going on!" He was angry at her and she understood but she couldn't tell him yet. He just had to trust her.

"Will, please, trus-"

"Trust you?" He said loudly, cutting her off. "Trust you, the woman who locked me up and then proceed to almost kill my girlfriend? The woman who is distracted by her super secret plan that she almost gets herself killed? Sorry, but I won't be able to trust you for a very long time." This hurt a little. He didn't even trust her anymore. She wanted to tell him the plan right then but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly. He hadn't expected that. It was often that Helen Magnus admitted she was wrong and it was even more rare for her to apologize for said mistakes. He thought about it for a second. He wanted to forgive her but he couldn't. After all that had happened, he just couldn't.

"Magnus, I'm sorry too. But it doesn't change anything. I can't tru-"

"Dance with me, Will."

"What?"

"Dance with me." She stood up from her desk, wincing slightly and walked around to face him.

"Magnus, I-"

"Put your hand on my waist." When he didn't move she reached out, took his hand, and placed it on her waist. "Do you know the waltz?" She asked, not meeting his eyes.

"No. Magnus are you feeling alright?" Will was very confused. She didn't answer as she began swaying back and forth, Will reluctantly following her lead. "Sorry." He said quickly when he stepped on her toes. She just laughed, memories of dancing with Nigel flashing through her mind. He laughed too as they ditched the traditional waltz and began a new, made up dance.

"Where did you learn to dance, anyway." Will asked her as he spun her around.

"Seriously? 274 years and you think I never learned a dance or two?" She laughed again. Her face changed slightly and her smile fell. "John taught me. With help from James." They slowed their dance, will knowing that Magnus missed her friends.

Just then the door open and Henry walked into her office. "Hey doc, sorry I didn't kno- whoa. Am I interrupting?" He said, his mouth slightly agape.

They stopped dancing and Helen smiled. "Of course not, Henry, I was just teaching Will how to dance properly."

"Hey, I knew how to dance. Just not that old fashioned stuff you were teaching me."

"Old fashioned? The Waltz is one of the most classic dances around. Let's see some of your hip, new dances." She looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, yes. Let's see some of those dance moves, young William." Henry said in a mock British accent.

"Don't you start too. Do you know how to Waltz? I didn't think so." Will said quickly to Henry, desperate to get the attention off himself.

"Matter of fact, I do. I learned a long time ago." He looked at Helen whose eyes were twinkling. She remember very well the night Henry had danced with her. It was one of her fondest memories. Many of her memories involved dance. Some painful, some comforting when she felt the strain of her immortal life. Henry and Will continued bickering until Henry suggested they ditch the dancing and go find something to eat. Henry said goodbye to Helen and left. Will was almost to the door when her turned back.

"Magnus, I'm sorry for yelling at you. It's just so... frustrating. I feel like you don't trust me. You don't have to always carry the weight of the world by yourself you know?" She didn't say anything. "Just, let me help you. Please."

She paused for a moment. It wasn't time yet. "Soon, Will. I promise you'll know everything very soon."

"Magnus-" He started but she cut him off.

"Will." She said firmly giving him a pleading look that begged him to drop it.

"Okay." He said. "Okay. Goodnight, Magnus." He turned and walked away. Helen walked to her couch and carefully sat down, her wound hurting from dancing. "Goodnight, William."

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