A/N: Oh my gosh, an update! I feel a little arrogant when I say it, but I really love this whole story and I really wanted to write a new chapter. And seeing as there are few fics out there featuring Biggie I thought I'd dedicate this one to him. His relationship with Helen is one of my most favorites because he seems to just be in the shadows most of the time but he does so much for her.

Anyway here it is. It's not perfect. I could probably come up with something better if I tried a little harder but I'm at work and needed a little break.

Enjoy!

They had promised long ago that at least once a month the two of them would sit down together and enjoy a dinner together. He was her oldest friend and she was the person for whom he cared most.

Most of his duties may seem as that of a generic butler, but this was not the case. It was true that he dusted, cooked, and played the role of chauffer for her. He brought her her tea. For all intents and purposes he was her servant.

In reality he was her equal.

Every time he brought her tea he was checking to be sure she was not overworking herself, as she so often did. And if she had he would tell her so. And she would listen. Most of the time. He watched everything she did, learning more and more about her as he did so.

So once a month they sat together as equals and talk about everything but work. She would tell him amazing stories about places she'd been, people she'd met and he had his fair few of stories himself. He would make her laugh. Sometimes she would cry. The comfort of those nights was something they both valued greatly.

One particular night Helen Magnus had tears streaming down her face as she watched her old friend. But they were not sad tears, oh no. They were the tears that came from laughing. He had told her a story about a traditional dance performed at the celebrations his people arranged and she would settle for nothing less than a demonstration of said dance.

His hairy arms whirled around his twisting body. She had at first tried to suppress the laughter but it had not lasted long, she could believe he had not tripped over his own feet. After a few minutes he stopped and took in the appearance of his boss. She was at ease, the pain he so often saw behind her eyes momentarily gone. He walked to where she sat and pulled her up by both her arms.

Helen was startled as she was pulled to her feet. He had done it so easily she almost lost her balance but she recovered quickly and stood there somewhat confused. She gave a quizzical look and he laughed.

"You're turn." He stepped aside expectantly, waiting for her to, what?

"What?"

"I'll show you. Not hard." He started the rhythmic dance he had finished minutes ago then stopped, obviously waiting for her to join in. She did not move. It was ridiculous. She didn't know what to do and even if she did she was not sure her body would allow her to move that way. If not her body, then definitely her dignity.

"No, no. I couldn't possibly. I don't know how..." She shook her head backing away but he would not let her off so easy. He looked away from her with a sad expression, as if she had just mortally hurt his feelings. He did not look back until he heard a sigh. He concealed a smile. She would not risk insulting the culture of an abnormal. Especially that of the one she referred to as "Old Friend".

"Alright, then. How did that first move go again?"

He looked back to her with a wide smile. She knew he had played her but she did not care. Before long she was flailing her arms wildly as he did the same. She was pretty certain that their dance had morphed into something other than the traditional celebration dance of his people. But they did not care.

She laughed more freely than she had in years. They put music on and spent the night dancing to whatever song they could find. She taught him the waltz, they learned the electric slide and he insisted they do the Macarena.

She did not know what time it was when an exhausted looking Henry walked into her office to see who was making so much noise. Helen could not contain her laughter at the sight of him but decided it was time to stop their little dance party. She apologized to Henry, bid her old friend good night and walked with Henry back to his room (he had a habit of ending up in the kitchen if she did not watch him). She headed to her own bedroom, so exhausted she did not even change into her pajamas. It did not take long for her to drift off to sleep, and for once the thoughts of her past stayed in the past and she slept soundly.

He finished cleaning up her office, turning off the light as he left. He had checked the security alarms and made sure there was no problems with the more nocturnal residents of the Sanctuary. He then made his way to complete his last job of the night.

Careful not to make a sound he opened the door to her bedroom. Most nights she was in her office or still awake in her bed but tonight the lights were off and she was sleeping peacefully. He smiled to himself and closed the door silently.

He had many duties at the Sanctuary but none more important than her. He could not save her from her own demons but if at least once a month he could take her mind off the world, he considered it a job well done.

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