Title: Fair Ireland
Title: Fair Ireland
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.
Type / Pairings: Will be Ashley/Henry
Main characters: Henry Foss, Ashley Magnus, Helen Magnus, Will Zimmerman, Kate Freelander, Bigfoot
Rating: PG13 so far
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: Anything up to 2x03 is fair game
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes: This story takes place after 2x03, but goes AU from there, so any storyline after Eulogy will be non-canon.
Follows:
First Word
Day at the Park
“Guh.”
The first thought she had was definitely of the ouchie variety. Then came ‘OW!’ Followed quickly by ‘What the hell? Why am I outside…and naked?’
Nothing was making any sense and her thoughts were a confusing jumble. She gathered all her strength and tried to push herself upright. That didn’t work out as she planned and she merely flopped around a bit.
“You know, I wish I could say you’re the oddest thing I’ve found on my lawn, but honestly, not even top five.”
Struggling, she managed to turn her head. A woman was crossing the dewy grass, a steaming cup in one hand. As she got closer, she shrugged out of the hoodie she was wearing and held it out. “Here. Come on then, let’s get some clothes on you.”
A few minutes later, wrapped in warm sweatpants that matched the hoodie, she sat in the woman’s kitchen, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. The red head looked at her with a raised brow and asked, “So, who’re you?”
“I…have no idea. Everything’s just a big mess in my head.”
“Must’ve been one hell of a drunk. I’m Darcy. Darcy Darby,” the redhead said easily, sipping from her drink. “From the sound of you, I’d say you’re American…or Canadian, but this is Donegal, Ireland. I’d say, given your memory loss, hospital would be a good idea, but given the storm they’re probably a bit crazy now.”
“Storm?”
Darcy grimaced slightly. “Big electrical storm No one knows where it came from. Very mysterious. Mobile and land lines are still down.”
“I feel like I should remember, like there’s something just beyond a…a veil.”
“That must be quite disquieting,” Darcy said with a concerned frown. “I have a…friend who’s a doctor and he should be stopping by sometime soon, so he’ll take a look at that head of yours, see if you bumped it.”
At that moment, a small, fluffy dog came scampering into the room. Darcy scooped the tiny ball of fur up into her arms and said, “This is Andraste. Seven pounds of fur and attitude, but she loves everyone.”
Darcy handed her the dog, who proceeded to jump to lick her face. It tickled. “Hey there, aren’t you just a cute little thing…”
They say that before your death, memories of your life flash before your eyes, but apparently it can happen for other reasons.
-- Flash --
Standing in front of a glass enclosure, looking down at a pair of adorable, fuzzy creatures.
Someone beside her, a warm, familiar presence. “I gotta admit, your Nubbins are amazing.”
“Don’t you just want to squeeze them?”
Well, a bit of innuendo there….
-- Flash --
A dark tunnel. Two others with her. A boy with some sort of nasty tentacle protruding from his chest.
The tentacle lashing out.
Knocking someone out of the strike zone.
-- Flash --
A woman, dark haired, sprawled on the floor, tears in her eyes.
“Ashley!”
Mom….
-- Flash --
“Are you okay?”
She blinked at Darcy and said, “Yes. Yes, I remember now.”
Surprised, her host blinked. “Brilliant. Who are you, then?”
“Ashley Magnus.” That was her name and it felt good to say it.
“Magnus?” Darcy said, straightening and looking her straight in the eye. “As in Helen Magnus?”
Ashley regarded the other woman with a bit of suspicion. “Yeah, she’s my mother,” she said, keeping up a front of bravado. She felt, in this situation, with her memory still a little hazy, that it was an appropriate response.
“Oh dear,” Darcy sighed. “Well, this is unexpected.”
Hackles up, Ashley demanded, “Why?”
“Because, word around the community is that your dead. And if Torchwood’s been let in the know, then you’ve been thought gone for some time now.”
Torchwood. Ashley sighed in relief. That particular organization was considered an ally of the Sanctuary Network, if an odd one. They were like the eccentric cousins in the abnormal community. “I didn’t know you folks had a base in Ireland,” Ashley commented idly.
“We just got the power grid functioning two weeks ago,” Darcy said, rising and gesturing for Ashley to follow her. “With 1 and 3 destroyed, 4 still missing and 2...well, let’s just say we needed to re-establish a functional post.”
The basement Darcy led her to looked ordinary, but, when the Irish woman opened the fuse box and flipped several of the levers in sequence, the floor, or rather a 5x5 section of the floor, suddenly began to drop.
“No gothic castles for us,” Darcy quipped as Ashley surveyed the cavernous room. She could see work stations and labs and two men glancing up from whatever they were doing, only to be waved away by Darcy. “We tend to take the underground part of our mandate literally since the disaster in London.”
“Pretty impressive,” Ashley said, and it was, but she disliked the place. Something about the sterile looking lab she’d seen made her heart race and her palms sweat.
“Like I said, normal comm lines are down,” Darcy continued, seeming almost a different person in this environment. It was clear she was in charge. “That being said, we have our ways. Would you like me to get McRae on the line? I believe he’s the interim head of the London Sanctuary.”
“Yes, please.”
Ha! Who said Ashley Magnus had no manners!
As of late, Declan McRae’s job had consisted mainly of damage control and playing political chess with the remaining staff from the besieged Sanctuaries. Some of them were already making it clear that they felt they should be put in positions of power once repairs or new facilities could be arranged. Terrence Wexford was being an especially pushy ass about that.
All in all, he couldn’t wait until someone was appointed as the head of the London Sanctuary, as he was finding it a daunting and thankless task.
Whenever he had to place a call to another Sanctuary, it seemed it was either to ask for help or warn of some impending crisis. Not exactly a positive association and now to add to that, he kept fielding calls from Abnormals whom were all freaked out over the crazy electrical storms.
But today, the call he was going to make to Helen Magnus’s Sanctuary would be a pleasure to make.
Sitting in his offices, alive and well and, according to a battery of tests, completely free of the mindfuck the Cabal had saddled her with, was Ashley Magnus.
Exactly how she’d wound up in Ireland, at a Torchwood facility of all places, was still unclear, but Darby thought it might have something to do with their power grid and the electrical storms. That made some sense to Declan, especially when one considered Ashley’s teleportation abilities.
But he was fairly certain the whys and hows were going to be far less important than the who when his call reached Helen.
Chapter 4
Comments, pretty please? This is my first Sanctuary fic and I want to know what everyone thinks!
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.
Type / Pairings: Will be Ashley/Henry
Main characters: Henry Foss, Ashley Magnus, Helen Magnus, Will Zimmerman, Kate Freelander, Bigfoot
Rating: PG13 so far
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: Anything up to 2x03 is fair game
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes: This story takes place after 2x03, but goes AU from there, so any storyline after Eulogy will be non-canon.
Follows:
First Word
Day at the Park
“Guh.”
The first thought she had was definitely of the ouchie variety. Then came ‘OW!’ Followed quickly by ‘What the hell? Why am I outside…and naked?’
Nothing was making any sense and her thoughts were a confusing jumble. She gathered all her strength and tried to push herself upright. That didn’t work out as she planned and she merely flopped around a bit.
“You know, I wish I could say you’re the oddest thing I’ve found on my lawn, but honestly, not even top five.”
Struggling, she managed to turn her head. A woman was crossing the dewy grass, a steaming cup in one hand. As she got closer, she shrugged out of the hoodie she was wearing and held it out. “Here. Come on then, let’s get some clothes on you.”
A few minutes later, wrapped in warm sweatpants that matched the hoodie, she sat in the woman’s kitchen, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. The red head looked at her with a raised brow and asked, “So, who’re you?”
“I…have no idea. Everything’s just a big mess in my head.”
“Must’ve been one hell of a drunk. I’m Darcy. Darcy Darby,” the redhead said easily, sipping from her drink. “From the sound of you, I’d say you’re American…or Canadian, but this is Donegal, Ireland. I’d say, given your memory loss, hospital would be a good idea, but given the storm they’re probably a bit crazy now.”
“Storm?”
Darcy grimaced slightly. “Big electrical storm No one knows where it came from. Very mysterious. Mobile and land lines are still down.”
“I feel like I should remember, like there’s something just beyond a…a veil.”
“That must be quite disquieting,” Darcy said with a concerned frown. “I have a…friend who’s a doctor and he should be stopping by sometime soon, so he’ll take a look at that head of yours, see if you bumped it.”
At that moment, a small, fluffy dog came scampering into the room. Darcy scooped the tiny ball of fur up into her arms and said, “This is Andraste. Seven pounds of fur and attitude, but she loves everyone.”
Darcy handed her the dog, who proceeded to jump to lick her face. It tickled. “Hey there, aren’t you just a cute little thing…”
They say that before your death, memories of your life flash before your eyes, but apparently it can happen for other reasons.
-- Flash --
Standing in front of a glass enclosure, looking down at a pair of adorable, fuzzy creatures.
Someone beside her, a warm, familiar presence. “I gotta admit, your Nubbins are amazing.”
“Don’t you just want to squeeze them?”
Well, a bit of innuendo there….
-- Flash --
A dark tunnel. Two others with her. A boy with some sort of nasty tentacle protruding from his chest.
The tentacle lashing out.
Knocking someone out of the strike zone.
-- Flash --
A woman, dark haired, sprawled on the floor, tears in her eyes.
“Ashley!”
Mom….
-- Flash --
“Are you okay?”
She blinked at Darcy and said, “Yes. Yes, I remember now.”
Surprised, her host blinked. “Brilliant. Who are you, then?”
“Ashley Magnus.” That was her name and it felt good to say it.
“Magnus?” Darcy said, straightening and looking her straight in the eye. “As in Helen Magnus?”
Ashley regarded the other woman with a bit of suspicion. “Yeah, she’s my mother,” she said, keeping up a front of bravado. She felt, in this situation, with her memory still a little hazy, that it was an appropriate response.
“Oh dear,” Darcy sighed. “Well, this is unexpected.”
Hackles up, Ashley demanded, “Why?”
“Because, word around the community is that your dead. And if Torchwood’s been let in the know, then you’ve been thought gone for some time now.”
Torchwood. Ashley sighed in relief. That particular organization was considered an ally of the Sanctuary Network, if an odd one. They were like the eccentric cousins in the abnormal community. “I didn’t know you folks had a base in Ireland,” Ashley commented idly.
“We just got the power grid functioning two weeks ago,” Darcy said, rising and gesturing for Ashley to follow her. “With 1 and 3 destroyed, 4 still missing and 2...well, let’s just say we needed to re-establish a functional post.”
The basement Darcy led her to looked ordinary, but, when the Irish woman opened the fuse box and flipped several of the levers in sequence, the floor, or rather a 5x5 section of the floor, suddenly began to drop.
“No gothic castles for us,” Darcy quipped as Ashley surveyed the cavernous room. She could see work stations and labs and two men glancing up from whatever they were doing, only to be waved away by Darcy. “We tend to take the underground part of our mandate literally since the disaster in London.”
“Pretty impressive,” Ashley said, and it was, but she disliked the place. Something about the sterile looking lab she’d seen made her heart race and her palms sweat.
“Like I said, normal comm lines are down,” Darcy continued, seeming almost a different person in this environment. It was clear she was in charge. “That being said, we have our ways. Would you like me to get McRae on the line? I believe he’s the interim head of the London Sanctuary.”
“Yes, please.”
Ha! Who said Ashley Magnus had no manners!
As of late, Declan McRae’s job had consisted mainly of damage control and playing political chess with the remaining staff from the besieged Sanctuaries. Some of them were already making it clear that they felt they should be put in positions of power once repairs or new facilities could be arranged. Terrence Wexford was being an especially pushy ass about that.
All in all, he couldn’t wait until someone was appointed as the head of the London Sanctuary, as he was finding it a daunting and thankless task.
Whenever he had to place a call to another Sanctuary, it seemed it was either to ask for help or warn of some impending crisis. Not exactly a positive association and now to add to that, he kept fielding calls from Abnormals whom were all freaked out over the crazy electrical storms.
But today, the call he was going to make to Helen Magnus’s Sanctuary would be a pleasure to make.
Sitting in his offices, alive and well and, according to a battery of tests, completely free of the mindfuck the Cabal had saddled her with, was Ashley Magnus.
Exactly how she’d wound up in Ireland, at a Torchwood facility of all places, was still unclear, but Darby thought it might have something to do with their power grid and the electrical storms. That made some sense to Declan, especially when one considered Ashley’s teleportation abilities.
But he was fairly certain the whys and hows were going to be far less important than the who when his call reached Helen.
Chapter 4
Comments, pretty please? This is my first Sanctuary fic and I want to know what everyone thinks!