Chapter 1

Based upon Sanctuary, created by Damian Kindler

This is no where near as scary as the title may or may not suggest.

Takes place after "Sanctuary For None, Pt II" and contains spoilers for just about everything.

Author's Note: I began writing this story almost immediately following the Season 4 (what turned out to be the Season) Finale. It is meant to be a Season 5 concept. There are 8 parts. I wanted to get the first chapter up while everyone had it fresh in their minds. Unfortunately, I will be unable to post the remainder of the story for sometime (even though it is completely finished) because I will be in Georgia with the US Navy. Expect the remainder of the story on or around the 1st of July. Thanks for reading, please enjoy, and Dare to Believe.

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"What?" Will asked, staring at her with his most confused and bewildered face.

"Wait, what?" Henry asked as well.

Helen smiled with understanding. "Helen Magnus is dead. I am a holographic projection of the avatar she created of herself to be the caretaker of this Sanctuary."

"I'm confused," Will said. "So, are you Helen Magnus or not?"

"In a literal sense, no. But for all practical purposes, yes."

"Do you," Henry shifted his feet nervously, "remember everything she remembered?"

She offered him a maternal smile. "The last time she recorded her memories to transfer my database was about two weeks ago. I remember all of her 274 years prior to that."

"So," Will made a characteristic face, "should we call you Doctor Magnus?"

"I see myself as Helen Magnus, there is no reason that you should not."

"I'm just gonna say it," Henry said, "This is weird."

"It is, Henry. I am in a strange place, being someone, yet not being them. All of you are in a difficult place as well because the Helen Magnus you knew is dead. Should you simply accept me as her replacement? I understand that there should be some mourning, but . . . One of the visions for me was a knew beginning, like that of this Sanctuary," she held her hands up and gestured around her.

"So, you're Helen Magnus, but not really. But we can just treat you as if you were."

She nodded. "That sounds about right."

"HELEN!" a boisterous voice called. She turned to see Nikola Tesla approaching her with open arms. "There you are, my love!" a large smile covered his face.

"How did he find his way down here?" Henry asked, looking at Will.

"Nikola Tesla," Nikola answered Henry with his usual arrogance. He stepped right up to Helen, very much in her personal space and put a hand on her hip. "Does this mean we're friends with benefits now?" he asked with a lascivious look.

"Nikola, what are?" she began to ask, but then realized, "Did I kiss you?"

He stepped back. "I am wounded. I would have thought that our passionate clash of lips was unforgettable."

"Dude," Henry stepped forward, "It's not really Magnus." He turned to her, "Sorry, Doc."

"I know that," Nikola said.

Now Will jumped forward, "You told him, but you wouldn't tell me?"

Helen started to shake her head.

"She didn't tell me anything," Nikola said. "Holograms are made of photons and forcefields. Who can read electromagnetic fields?" he asked, wiggling his fingers then pointing to himself.

"You can sense that she's a hologram?" Will asked.

"Sense, and . . ." Nikola held his hands out towards her and her body started to warp. She didn't so much feel it as, realize it was happening.

"Nikola, please," she implored him the a vexed tone she often used with him.

He stopped and her form reverted to its original state. "So, you're dead," he said, all traces of his playful tone completely gone.

"And you are the last surviving member of The Five."

He frowned. "That's a depressing thought."

Helen smiled softly. "I'm sure you'll get over it."

Just then there was a small fluctuation in the lights.

"What was that?" Henry asked.

Helen frowned. "For the last month, we've been experiencing power fluctuations. Periodically there will be a spike in the system, or I'll detect a random energy field within the perimeter. But I can't find a pattern or localize it."

"You'll detect?" Henry repeated. "Do you have direct access to the computer systems?" She could heat the excitement in his voice.

She shook her head. "I'm a little more human than that," she assured him, which made him sulk momentarily.

"You said random energy fields?" Nikola asked.

"And with increasing frequency."

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't scorn me while you were alive or Heinrich would be by himself and you'd have to start from scratch again."

Henry was about to argue, but Helen held up her hands in a gesture of peace. "Gentlemen, please." She turned to Nikola, "You always worked best when collaborating."

He folded his arms indignantly. "That's a lie and you know it." He harrumphed. "Fine. I will help the wolfboy. Lead on, Heinrich."

Henry shook his head and lead the way to his new lab.

Will tugged at his collar, "Henry, you can't get no respect," he did his best Rodney Dangerfield impression.

Nikola sighed, but stayed silent.

Will watched them leave, but then turned to her. "What aren't you telling us?"

"Will," she insisted, "Just because I was secretive for a year doesn't mean I'm hiding something all of the time."

"I agree, but you are hiding something."

She bit her lip. "I didn't say anything because it's absurd." She knew he was about to make a crack about them working for the Sanctuary, or her being an avatar of a dead woman, but she stopped him before he could make it. "If I were a superstitious person, I'd say I was seeing a ghost."

"A ghost?" he repeated. "Of who?"

"John Druitt."

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