As usually, I don't own anything "Sanctuary". The idea of this fic just popped into my head last week, and I just had to write about it! It will probably be a 3 or 4 chapter fic, I am still thinking at this aspect. Anyways, it will be probably lighter than my previous one, because I really feel the need of something like that if you know what I mean:).

Hope you'll like it! Let me know what you think!

It was a rather peaceful day at the Sanctuary. Helen was sitting in the living room, on the couch, reading, when Will came to see her. He showed her a newspaper, pointing at an article on the last page.

"This couple, Emily and James Chapman, died last week. " He said. "Apparently, they were on a cruise and they were found dead in the morning."

"Drowned, I presume?"

"You are only half right. Their lungs were filled with water, with no residual volume left, all the symptoms of drowning."

"So, what's so unusual at that? You said it was a murder."

"Well, they weren't found in the water. They were found in their bedroom, wearing the same clothes as in the previous evening, completely dry. "

"Interesting, indeed." Helen said.

"This is just the beginning. The other passengers swear that they didn't see them out of their room that night, and that nobody entered. But the most interesting fact is that they are not the first victims."

"What?"

"Apparently, this cruise they were on is cursed. This couple is the third that dies in exactly the same way."

"How come this cruise still has customers?"

"Well, it has a very good publicity, despite the killings. They are offering a million dollar prize at the end of it, everybody thinks that these murders were only accidents… The ship leaves on the next cruise tomorrow."

"Well, then, I guess I'd better find out what's happening. Thank you for telling me this."

After two hours, Will came to see how Helen was doing.

"So, how does the investigation on the ghost ship work?" he asked.

"Well, I looked it up on the Internet. It seems the ship's captain is Oceania Agrianera, apparently a rich lady from Greece. The problem is she is practically a ghost: the journalist that tried to contact her came up empty, not to mention she is not registered in the CIA or the FBI files. She doesn't even appear on the immigrations list."

"So, the only way to contact her is to get on that cruise, right?"

"That would be a problem."

"Why?"

"Well, this cruise is a special one. Oceania calls it a love boat. They only let married couples embark on the ship."

"Which means that if you want to go on an undercover mission…"

"…I will need a husband."

"Exactly. Do you want Kate to take part at this mission too?"

"Well, it's always good to have the crew together."

"Then, we have a problem. Because I will be Kate's "husband", but you will need someone too. And Henry is sea sick."

Helen couldn't help herself shiver a little when she heard what Will said. Apart from the fact that him married with Kate reminded her of that horrible future, it might mean that she wasn't able to take part at the cruise.

"Well, I could be your bigger sister or something like that." She said.

"I doubt it will work, Magnus."

"Then, what are we going to do?"

Their discussion was interrupted by someone knocking at the door.

Bigfoot rushed to open, only to see Nikola Tesla standing in front of the door, holding a bottle of wine in his hands.

"You are not welcome here." Bigfoot growled. However, by that time Helen and Will had arrived at the door to greet their unexpected guest.

"You still look hot." Nikola noticed, making Bigfoot grab him on the neck. "Relax, Hairy, I wasn't talking to you." He said grinning.

"Put him down, please." Helen urged. After a little hesitation, Bigfoot listened to her. After his feet met the ground once more, Nikola straightened his clothes and said: "You know, I demand to be treated better when I come to see you. I understand that the creep thinks he is protecting you, but still, this kind of behavior with someone you love is completely inappropriate."

"Someone I care about. As a friend." She corrected him, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Semantics."

"What do you want, Nikola?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, you know, I was thinking that I could help you take a day off…Me, you, a bottle of wine…You could send the children on an assignment, far away from here…"

She bit her lip, hating herself from considering the possibility, even for one second.

"I'm sorry, Nikola, but I am busy. I don't have time for you." She said.

"Magnus, wait. I have an idea." Will said. "You are busy indeed, but we could ask him to help."

"You are not honestly suggesting we should use him, are you?"

"Well, why not? I mean, in an undercover mission, you have to be credible and to play your role well, and I guess you two will do a great job."

"You mean the two of us would be credible as a…You are kidding."

"What is Junior talking about, Helen?"

"It doesn't matter." She said defensively. "You wouldn't want to help anyway."

"Trust me, if we tell him what this is about, he will rush to help you."

"Are you going to tell me or what?" Nikola said impatiently.

"We are going on an undercover mission and Magnus…well, let's just say she needs a husband, and I think you will be a lot more credible than me playing this role."

"You know, Helen, for the first time in two years, I am starting to understand why you chose William to help you. He is a very intelligent young man."

"So, you know what my name is?" Will asked a little upset.

"Of course I do, but you never seemed worthy of other name than "Junior" until today. So, what's this mission about?"

"I didn't say you are going, but if you must know, we are investigating a series of murders that happened on a cruise which only allows married couples to embark."

"William, you never said anything about Helen and me going on a cruise…I can almost imagine it…watching the sunset together, over a cup of champagne, and then…"

"…and then, nothing, Tesla. Me and Kate are coming too." Will said, interrupting both Nikola's and Helen's minds dwelling into gutter.

"You don't have to come, Junior. Me and Helen are more than prepared to handle ourselves, thank you."

"I want him to come." Helen said coldly. "You should be grateful I am taking you too."

"So, you are taking me after all?" he asked, with the sexiest victorious grin Helen had seen in her 158 years.

"You'd better start packing. Meet me in the harbor tomorrow." She said, trying to ignore the swarming butterflies in her stomach. She hated herself for this, but a part of her really enjoyed being married to Nikola, even if only for an undercover mission.