Story Notes:

*I DO NOT OWN SANCTUARY*

Author's Chapter Notes:

My first attempt at fanfiction, I apologize if it sucks.

The first thing she noticed was that her head hurt, a dull ache resonated in her skull and she hadn't the slightest clue why. It didn't feel like a headache, more like she'd received a blow to the head although she couldn't recall what had happened. Helen was surprised that she was comfortable, her head was resting on a soft pillow and she was snuggled warmly in blankets. Flicking open her eyes she was greeted by the hazy outline of her bedroom which was a relief to find, she'd been half expecting to find herself in the middle of a rainforest or a cave or something.

"You're awake?" questioned a voice and she blinked a few times for the blurry image of a figure to come into view, "that's a relief."

She scowled not recognizing the man, he was young in his late teens or early twenties if she had to guess. He was lean with brown hair framing his fatigued face, the poor boy looked exhausted which dulled the brilliant blue of his eyes. He did remind her of someone but she couldn't quite place him, he looked concerned for her and held Henry's tablet computer.

"What happened?" Helen wondered aloud wincing as she sat up and pressed a hand to her bandaged head.

"The creature's tail caught you as you fired the net," the stranger explained, "don't worry though it's fine, he's sleeping off the voltage and should up tomorrow I think. How's your head?"

"It hurts but I'll live," she muttered.

"I did my best to bandage it," he offered biting his lip nervously, "do you need an aspirin?"

"No I'm fine thank you," Helen stated firmly frowning at the boy as she gave up on placing his face, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Nick," the stranger answered looking shocked, "I'm your son, don't you recognize me?"