Sanctuary

Summary: Helen was on the Titanic, but she wasn’t there by shear happen
  stance and neither was John.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sanctuary or of John and Helen
Rating: M
 
by Max

APRIL 1912:
 
Helen had been walking along the first class passenger deck with Molly Brown when she stopped; she thought she had seen John. It stopped her dead in her tracks, stole the breath from her lungs, and allowed fear to seep into her mind. There was no way that he could be here, she had shot him, but had found no body due to his powers. Helen walked over to the railing and took hold so she could catch her breath. The cool sea air washed over her bringing the scent of salt, a cleansing scent, but she could smell him cloying the air around her. Helen gritted her teeth and fought back the feeling of warmth she had yet to vanquish when John came into her mind. The one thing she had regretted was the power John wielded over her body. He had only to give her a light caress and instantly her whole body was alive with sensation. A hand touched her shoulder and Helen jumped only to find that it was Molly who wore a concerned expression, “You ok honey?”
 
“It was the daftest thing, I suddenly felt ill,” Helen lied and tried to sound convincing, but she knew the older woman didn’t by it.
 
“Well, then we should get you inside.” Molly grasped Helen’s arm and led her inside.
 
 
 
LATER THAT NIGHT:
 
 
By night fall Helen had felt more herself and less like....

Summary: Helen Magnus just lost her only daughter to the Cabal. Her heart is in shards, and the one man she wants to reach out to is the one man she can’t trust.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the show and this is just for fun.
Ship: John/Helen

By Max

Helen’s Lament:

She stood, as she always did, on the top of the north tower looking out at the city she protected, her home. No more than three hours ago Ashley had gone to the Cabal with the pure vampire blood. Helen didn’t feel anger towards Ashley, the Cabal must have done something to her, but the pain that infected Helen’s heart was tearing at her. Ice poured through her veins and warred with the boiling rage that demanded an outlet, a target. She wanted to scream, to cry, to get angry, but in the end she stood looking out at the city. Helen always watched the city. There was a subtle shift in the air, and she knew he was behind her on the ledge. His hands rested on her waist, she didn’t....