The Doctor(s) (Helen Magnus x 10th Doctor)

Downpour indoors.

It wasn't just rain, it was the heaviest downpour the Sanctuary had seen in the longest of times. Restlessly, Helen tapped her pen against the mahogany wood of her desk. Uninspired, she leaned back in to her chair before placing her parker in front of her, even going to the effort of straightening it out to conform to the wrinkles in the old wood. The rain was too distracting. The sound made certain that she felt chilled to the bone, despite the flames hiding behind a metal grating and the marble fireplace. For Helen, time flowed like cement. Her eyes focused on the clock on her desk. The minute hand trembled with the effort of snapping in to place. She couldn't help but feel the long winter nights, especially with the lack of sleep.

She wished that Nikola Tesla would burst in with a grin as wide as his face, holding a wine bottle, or even better; he could spill out his ingenious plan for his next attempt at world domination. Needless to say, he didn't swing open the door to pester her. Since the incident with John he had been rather reserved. She missed his random impulses. The way his personality could refashion his mood in the blink of an eye. She didn't doubt that he would arrive and childishly demand attention at one point or another, but it seemed like tonight wasn't the night. She was bored and tired and close to being rather irritable.

Helen peered over to the teacup beside her desk, seeing only the cold ghost of the steaming drink that once was. That was the final sign that she finally had to get some sleep. She stood, slowly pushing her seat under the desk. She picked up the cup and began heading to the door, slowly trailing her free hand against the wall.

The hallways were as quiet as ever aside from the low rumble of thunder in the city background. She began the walk back to her room, hoping that a few hours of sleep would be a portal to tomorrow morning. To see the faces off her staff, bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for another day.

Helen was stopped, dead in her tracks when a light pitter patter caught her attention. She turned her head first and the rest of her body eventually followed. A line of silver fell from the ceiling, leaving her with a curious perplexity. She drew closer and tilted her head back, noticing a bead of water forming on the ceiling

That's odd, she thought before bending at her knees to place her little teacup on top of the damp patch of the carpet. This issue would have to be dealt with tomorrow. The drip was very slow and steady, her little cup should do the job, at least until the morning. Helen folded her arms over her chest and walked onward. She pushed through her bedroom door and dressed herself suitably before climbing in to her bed. Her hooded eyes finally came to a close and sleep had managed to take her.

A few hours of sleep later and Helen was once again awake. Her eyes blinked open to see rays of light filtering through the cracks of her cream curtains. Soon enough she was fully dressed and heading out the door again. The calm after the storm had her smiling. That was of course until she stepped out of her bedroom door.

The floor underneath her shoes let out an uncomfortable slushy sound. She looked up only to see that there were more droplets on the ceiling, falling down to the floor. The previous night had been a blur and only now did she realise, there are multiple floors above this one. Baffled, she only wished she could have thought of this sooner, but her heavy head had been so clouded the night before.

"Bloody hell..." she thought out loud, gawking at the constellation of clear drops on the ceiling. Well, this put a dent in her plans to have a nice cup of tea to start the day.

"Magnus, you're up!" Henry appeared from around the corner, his head was tilted up and away from the large tablet in his arms. Awkwardly he stood beside her, staring up at where she had been looking before. "Houston we have a problem." He mumbled before wiping one of the drops off his tablet screen with the utmost of care. Helen parted her lips to speak but not a sound left her mouth.

"Will's checking the source, we're guessing the pipes burst." Henry commented, watching her expressions. It had cleared up outside. He assumed she would be at least a little frustrated. The Sanctuary was often too busy for this type of thing.. but there was more. "Our EM shield picked up some freaky pulse too." He put his tablet somewhere she could read the information. "Could it be Druitt?"

"That can't be John." Helen sighed.. the pattern was way off. "He knows better."

Henry shrugged. "We're looking into it right now. I've been running scans and the whole shebang." Henry rubbed the back of his head. "Whatever it was took a great deal of damage but didn't get through the shield. It shouldn't be hard to track down."

"Thank you, Henry." Helen stifled her answer before turning to him and smiling with disbelief. "We're going to need a lot of pots and pans." She folded her arms before stepping forward.

"On it, Doc." Henry puffed before darting off, pressing his tablet tightly against his chest to prevent it for being even more dampened. Helen found it uncomfortable just standing there, watching her home being soaked through the boards. "Oh, Doc," Henry turned on his heels to face her again. "We've got a lock on. just tracked the source of the EM shield's disturbance. Looks like something crashed." His eyes widened.

Helen's eyebrow raised by a centimeter or two as she approached him to peer over his shoulder at the readings. There was a moment of silence while her eyes scanned over the information. "How strange.." there was a pinch of excitement in her voice.

"That's weird." Henry turned his head sideways pulling a confused face.

"That's what we're here for Henry, all things weird and wonderful." Helen beamed as Henry's eyes rolled.

Helen could see the reluctance in Henry's body language. The way his shoulder fell said it all.

"Fine, you stay here and get this mess sorted. I'll go." She pulled a dismissive smiled before  she brushed passed his shoulder, heading to the lift.

"Take care, Doc." Henry watched her as she left before turning back to check his tablet, only to see more droplets resting on the screen. He rubbed his sleeve over it and turned to leave to find the others.. and pots and pans.