Bonus Chapter Number 1. I thought this up after I had finished the story. Just a night out at bar after a very long day. Just a couple of new friends enjoying themselves. Brief mentions of canon relationship between Helen and Charlotte. Hope you like it :)

Helen looked at herself in the mirror. She had managed to patch up the various scrapes and bruises she sustained during her little adventure. She applied a bit of makeup to hide the red scrapes on her face. She took a step back and observed her appearance. She wore long black pants, a colorful tank top, and black leather jacket. She figured she looked as good as she was going to get, grabbed her stilettos and left the room.

If she were completely honest, she wasn't really up to a night out at a bar. Her body ached and she had to call home about the days events. Then again it wasn't everyday that she was able to let go of her life for a bit and enjoy herself. Which is why, when Charlotte had asked if she wanted to grab a drink later, she had eagerly agreed.

Unfortunately, Helen found herself without many options in the clothing department, seeing as her traveling supplies had been on board the plane that had been tragically destroyed. Luckily there was a small shopping center near the hotel where she had gotten a room. She had tried not to laugh at the looks she got when buying her clothing, she was sure she looked like hell.

After she had showered and gotten dressed she went to the front of the hotel where a taxi was waiting. She had written the name of the bar on a small piece of paper. Taking it out, she told the taxi driver "Maki Paleis, please". He nodded and drove off.

During the ride Helen thought of the day she had had. And the kiss. It felt good to be kissed like that again. To be kissed by someone who seemed to just get caught up in the moment. Helen never put much thought to sexual orientation. After being alive as long as she had been, gender seemed such a small factor when it came to love. She sighed. She had seen many injustices and persecutions of people because of something that made them different from what the masses considered "normal". It was unchanging issue that spanned the centuries.

After a few minutes Helen saw the small sign of the bar. When the taxi slowed to a stop she pulled out her cash and handed most of it to the driver. She gave a fairly large tip, it was just the mood she was in.

Helen walked into the dimly lit bar. There were several people inside. Some dancing, some drinking at the bar, and others just talking to each other. She walked over to an empty bar stool. The bartender came over and she asked for a Vodka Martini. She had the urge to add "shaken, not stirred" to her order but decided against it.

She sipped at her drink watching for any signs of Charlotte. She looked down at her watch. She was 20 minutes late. Helen Magnus was always punctual and she expected others to be the same. As her thoughts started racing (what if she got hurt? What if someone else was after her?) she caught sight of the very woman she worried about. Charlotte was wearing a cute black dress. It wasn't anything fancy, just a causal, comfy dress. Helen smiled and got up, kissing Charlotte on each cheek before offering her the empty stool next to her. Helen ordered a drink for Charlotte and the two woman sat in silence sipping at their drinks.

"So." Charlotte began. Helen looked at her, waiting. "Um, earlier you, um, said that you were an old woman.." She trailed off. Helen smiled "Didn't you know it was impolite to ask a lady her age?" She playfully told the younger woman.

Charlotte looked slightly flustered. "I didn't mean- I'm sorry. It's just that you look like you could be my age." Helen laughed.

"It's quite alright. Let's just say that I can guarantee that I am older than you are."

Charlotte wasn't ready to accept that answer. "Come on, you can be much older than 40. What are you, 70?" She laughed. Helen didn't. She trusted Charlotte but she had learned long ago that sometimes even people you think you can trust will betray you. Tonight was a night of taking chances though, so she decided on the truth.

"Add about 200 years and you're right." Charlotte laughed again, obviously thinking Helen was joking. When Helen didn't laugh she stopped, looking confused.

"You can't be serious." Helen only nodded. "But, how?"

"It's a very long story that I may tell you, but not right now. I'd rather not relieve my past at the moment." Helen quickly finished her drink. A new song came on, a very upbeat one. Charlotte set down her drink and hopped off her chair. She grabbed Helen's hands and started to pull her off her chair.

"Let's dance!"

Helen allowed herself to be dragged to the small dance floor. When they stopped she couldn't help but laugh again.

"What's so funny?" Charlotte had to look up and she started laughing too. Helen towered over her. "Maybe you should take your shoes off." Helen didn't argue. She took off her shoes and placed them in a spot that would not be disturbed.

As the beat of the drums picked up in tempo Helen and Charlotte began dancing. They tried every dance they knew. Helen brought her fingers across her eyes in a disco fashion while Charlotte had her hand on the back of her head, the other arm straight out in her best attempt at "the sprinkler". They laughed at the silliness of their dancing. Charlotte stopped at one point, moving to sit down. Helen quickly ran over and grabbed her arms, pulling her back.

They danced for hours. The locals danced and laughed with them. For the first time in a while the thought of work, the new Sanctuary, and her past were no where to be found. Helen let herself go and just enjoyed herself. It was exactly what she needed. She smiled as she watched Charlotte, thinking of the bliss of a mortal life. Charlotte noticed her staring.

"Something wrong?" Helen quickly shook her head.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

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