Set after S2. Written for the Diehard challenge.
Magnus frowned as she hurried down the dark alley. Helen Magnus never hurried but as no one was looking and it was pouring down with rain, she ran. Her long overcoat was wrapped around her, its collar pulled up around her cheeks at a poor attempt to prevent the rain from running down her neck. It wasn't working.
That bloody car. Why did this have to happen? One of the few times she took the car out by herself and she ran out of petrol. The big guy would not be impressed. How embarrassing.
It was getting late now and the car had stalled for the final time not too far from the Sanctuary. After a ten minute run through the rain Magnus decided to take a short cut through some side streets. A decision which could have turned out unfortunate for others was no threat to any living Magnus. All the same, there were certain people you would never want to meet in a dark alley.
She ran headlong into a tall immovable object who, looked down at her as she wiped her wet hair out of her eyes.
"John," she exclaimed in absolute shock. "You're alive."
"I am indeed," he conceded.
"How? What happened, are you alright?"
"I am fine thank you. Listen to me, Helen, there's not much time. I need you to come with me."
He held out his hand but she just looked at it in confusion.
"Why? Where? What are you doing lurking in alleyways? Don't answer that."
"I need you to trust me," he said, looking straight into her eyes.
He was oblivious to the fact it was hammering down with rain, he only had eyes for her. She still looked unsure.
"The creature, is it...?"
"Yes," he admitted. "It remains, but for now could be considered to be... dormant."
"Where do you want me to go with you?"
He smiled, a heartfelt, honest smile which reached all the way to his eyes. It dazzled her for a moment as his smile had the first time they had met, so many years ago. The rain was all but forgotten.
"Trust me," he whispered, reaching his hand out toward her.
Almost unconsciously she put up her arm toward him, their eye contact never wavering. His smile got warmer and she felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight of him.
They teleported, which killed the moment somewhat, as they were ripped apart into their component atoms, whisked away through the cosmos on their journey to... Helen didn't know where.
As they rematerialized, Magnus doubled over with the dizzily overpowering sensation of a teleport. Realising she was leaving herself open to attack she tried to stop her head spinning.
What a clever girl, Magnus thought to herself. One smile from him and she went dizzy and weak at the knees. What an idiot, what had she let herself in for this time?
"John?" she asked, her eyes shut as she tried to regain her balance.
"I am here," he replied. "Open your eyes."
She opened them to see him standing in front of her, as before.
"Where are we?"
Before she had a chance to look around at her new surroundings she heard a voice from behind her.