Dr. Helen Magnus

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Helen Magnus

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Sat, 26 Mar 2016 23:02:45 GMT

Now that Helen had hidden herself away from the world, she finally had time to do things that weren't balancing a half dozen governments on her shoulders. Will was more than capable of handling the day-to-day running of the Sanctuary and it left her with more available time than she'd had in recent decades.

It was, in a word, unbearable.

Without something to fill up every waking moment of every day, Helen found herself dwelling on those she'd lost. This time of year, it fell toward Ashley, because her birthday would be in a few weeks and it was a day that always felt empty without her bounding around. Ashley was everything that Helen was not - impetuous, brave, brash and daring. Helen had ever been cautious about her life and had left nothing to chance. Ashley played everything for a lark.

So this particular evening, she wound up deep in the labs and saw only a few tufts of spiked brown hair bent over an unknown project. Nikola. Clearly that was the way to go, for distraction.

"Oi, what are you doing up so late, then? Burning the candle from both ends?" she teased, wanting to get a rise out of him.

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home again, naturally.

Sun, 21 Jun 2015 02:15:42 GMT

Helen had spent the last several months going back and forth between the new facilities and the strange pocket universe she'd found with Nikola which had proven particularly enlightening. There were any number of infinite paths from that crossroads and it was something she had not been able to get a handle on scientifically just as yet.

Then again, science that was yet unexplained was merely magic, was it not? She had thought so as a child, until her father had taught her otherwise. All she had to do was keep exploring, keep pushing through each and every door until she found the key to cracking the mystery behind how it all worked. Of course, the legwork on this was exhausting but at least she had Nikola she could implore for help.

One of the doors she'd found in her wanderings had been one that was her own London back in the late 1800s. She was blonde there, as she'd discovered by gazing into a very dingy looking glass, but other than that, none of the rest of the Five seemed to be there. Her life was established, her home in the same place, just the people weren't the same. It was curious, to say the least, and she wondered what might happen if she pulled Nikola through the same door.

To that end, she'd gone back to the Nexus to find him, poking around until she found the library. A likely choice; Nikola had ever loved to read with a nice glass of wine.

"Nikola! I've a project for you, if you care to come with me. Hmm? I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

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ageplot EP

Fri, 19 Jul 2013 21:23:32 GMT

Helen had never been away from home without her father and now she was on some strange island with a husband and a baby, neither of which she remembered. She had always prided herself on never fainting but she had come very close when waking up without a stitch of clothing in bed next to a man.

Will had been kind enough to explain that there was a place to get tea and to relax and that was where Helen was now, trying to soothe her jangled nerves. It was terribly awkward, the whole situation, made even worse by this strange technology she did not understand and these people she did not know.

"How much time have I missed? How many years in the future is it now?"

[PB aside, she looks enough like Magnus to be recognizable - just blonde and 17.]

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for Sam

Tue, 09 Jul 2013 00:44:14 GMT

Helen's shoulder had finally started feeling better after having been dislocated by the sharktopus and she really felt like she could throw herself back into work. The good thing about all her vet assistants were that they were impossibly helpful and Helen knew she could depend upon them to pick up her slack when she fell behind.

Sam was definitely among those but there were few patients at the moment and things were quiet; it provided the perfect opportunity to instruct on more delicate and academic things so she pulled down a book on tropical infectious disease to research a few things before presenting them to Sam.

"Sam? Do you have a moment? I thought we could try to get some studying in while there's no disasters at hand."

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State of the Pups: June 2013

Mon, 24 Jun 2013 21:29:02 GMT

( state of the pups )

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Council Bid - May 2013

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:11:36 GMT

Magnus's Council bid for May 2013. Just as a reminder, some stuff she's done:

- built the vet's office
- took on apprentices for said office
- teaches at the school
- would like to put together a research team to further explore both the island + opportunities of getting off the island and back home (she'll detail this in her speech)
- other canon experiences of note (was a French spy in WWII, ran an international sanctuary network, Oxford trained surgeon, blah blah blah)

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for Danny

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 03:36:37 GMT

It had been a few days and while Will was far from openly hostile, he wasn't warm and loving in the manner he normally was. Any advances were rebuffed and what little conversation they had was mostly focused on Gregory; while Helen was grateful that Will wasn't cross with her in front of their son, things were still tenser than she'd like.

She had very few people she felt comfortable talking to about this. She wanted to talk to Nikola, of course, but felt it was in poor taste to discuss trouble in her marriage with someone she'd already slept with. Phedre might be a good choice except that she didn't want to spark any jealousy...but Danny, well. He would be perfectly neutral, wouldn't he?

Decision made, she decided to go find him. That proved more difficult than she'd originally thought since Danny was so involved with various island things but she finally caught him near the IPD office.

"Danny? Do you have a moment or two?"

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for Will

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 01:36:36 GMT

Helen had taken a day to process everything she'd seen before going to talk to Will about it. She felt like she'd been neglecting Gregory somewhat in the process, so she took a day off from clinic work and her classes and just about everything to take care of her son. He seemed grateful enough for the attention, so much as a small baby could, and since Will wasn't around, she took her time giving him a bath and singing to him.

She had a terrible singing voice, true, but her father had always sung her little lullabies growing up and Helen wanted to pass that along to Gregory. She always wanted him to associate his Mummy with someone safe and kind. She always wanted him to know that being in her arms meant that nothing could ever harm him or frighten him.

"I'm sorry I've not been around, little one. Mummy's just had so many things to think about this week. It's nothing to do with you, I promise."

Maybe she could get him soothed and down for a nap before Will came in and then they could talk.

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canon puncture - March 17th through 23rd

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 01:26:49 GMT

Helen actually found the reels by sheer chance. She was between shifts at the clinic and heading home and Will had the baby (no doubt doing therapy with Gregory on his lap or, more likely, avoiding paperwork with Gregory on his lap) and had a few moments to herself. She'd intended to get a book to read but pulled off the reels instead, thick, heavy things that reminded her of days gone by.

All were labeled 'Sanctuary' and had numbers following: 3.18, 3.19, 3.20, 4.01, 4.06 and so on, through 4.13 where they abruptly stopped. She decided it might be worth a look, at any rate, and cued up the first of the reels. Nothing could have prepared her for seeing her own face, her own world and Will, Kate and Declan as well. She felt a sharp pang for Declan, long since disappeared from the island, and watched instead as she and Will were trapped in some sort of alternate version of Carentan, the town she'd been held in when the SS had found her back in the 1940s.

There were things referenced that she didn't understand and, hoping for clarity, she moved on to the next reel and found herself even more confused. Will was some sort of doctor and she was an artist - neither of which were roles they played in the real world. He was married to some woman named Abby and the world seemed to be falling apart in front of them. The only constant, strangely enough, was the two of them and when they realized that, both of them woke in some sort of stasis tanks and told they were under the influence of some kind of hallucinogenic toxin produced by an Abnormal. She and John went on a madcap chase after Worth, only to discover John's real motive was to erase the past, erase everything Helen had become, simply so he could bed her once again. He sacrificed himself so she could go after Adam but that, she imagined, still wasn't a selfless act.

The shadows had shifted and changed and Helen knew it was late, far past when she should have gone to the psych office to retrieve Gregory and she reluctantly turned off the reel, tucking the cache she'd found out of the way so that perhaps nobody would disturb them. She went back several times over the course of the week, always in moments she could snatch here or there. Sometimes she had Gregory, which was good since she could feed him while watching but most she didn't. She didn't want him to see her upset, even if he was too small to understand.

She went through the reels two and three at a time, learning that she'd apparently hatched some sort of plot that she felt the need to tell nobody about, including Will, who seemed to grow more and more distant from her as time went on. He grew closer to Abby, this FBI agent, and Helen herself appeared to withdraw from everyone except some random woman in Africa (who, oddly, was a brunette with a French surname. Some types never changed). Will asked to be her partner after they very nearly died in some caves a half a world away and Helen held her breath as the Helen on the screen shut him out again and again.

When she finally managed to finish all of it, she had more questions than answers. How had she spent the 113 year gap? Why did she lie to Will about it? Why didn't she think she could trust Will with this knowledge when she'd trusted him with so many things prior to this?

One thing was certain. She would need to tell him about what she'd seen.

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for Phedre

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:14:10 GMT

It took a few days and some finagling of schedules but Helen finally managed to arrange for an afternoon where Will could watch the baby and she would have plenty of time to get a massage. It had been an excessively long time since she'd had one, aside from Will occasionally rubbing her neck or shoulders, and she thought it might do her some real good so far as tension release.

Phedre was excessively attractive, true, but Helen felt like the offer was made only to help a friend with a skill that she possessed and not so much the way that perhaps some of Helen's more lurid thoughts might run. It made her nervous, but only a bit, and she imagined once she was actually getting a massage some of that might melt away.

She'd decided to meet Phedre up at the compound, unsure of where the best place would be and this being a central location.

"Afternoon, Phedre. Ready to put me to sleep? Or at least relax me enough that I sleep tonight?"

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Happy Birthday, Will!

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 22:29:50 GMT

Helen wasn't exactly in the interest of keeping her plans for Will's birthday a secret but she imagined he wouldn't want a big party and would prefer to spend it quietly and at home as they'd done for the past two years. That was more than fine with Helen, who was still sleep deprived more often than not, and she took Gregory with her up to the Compound to bake what she felt like was a spectacular cake. It had just a touch of chocolate in the sauce and banana in the cake part - while it wasn't chocolate banana nut bread, it was close enough to the concept while still passing for an actual birthday cake.

She'd dressed Gregory in his little Blue Jays onesie and a teeny baseball cap that she coaxed from the box and, cake done, started going through the machinations to get both cake and baby back down to the hut by the time Will got home. With the stroller, it was quite simple, and she would have to remember to thank Nikola yet again for his generous gift.

Once she got back home, she laid Gregory in his cradle (where he was more than enthralled with the mobile Uncle Nikola had made him) and dressed herself - she could finally fit back in the green dress from St. Patrick's the year before last and she knew it was one of Will's favorites. She spritzed on a bit of her rapidly-dwindling perfume but left her hair loose and simple, just the way Will liked it.

"Today is your daddy's birthday," Helen sing-songed, completely shameless when it came to babytalking around Gregory. "We're going to make sure he has a good time, aren't we? Yes, we are."

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State of the Pups: February 2013

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 02:00:12 GMT

( state of the pups )

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for Wanderer

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 19:38:20 GMT

Helen had promised to spend a little more time talking one on one with Wanderer when there weren't the concerns of arrival or the bustle of a party to contend with and she'd settled for having tea with her on a Saturday afternoon. She'd brought Gregory along, of course, because she hated to saddle Will with him when she was unoccupied and it seemed that Wanderer had been fond of the baby; Helen was always pleased with people who were interested in her son.

She was a bit early, so she'd snuggled Gregory in his sling across her chest and gone to boil the water for tea, hoping to at least have that done before Wanderer turned up in the kitchen. Whether or not they'd stay in the Compound was up to her - Helen hardly had an opinion - but this part would need to start here.

When she heard a noise behind her, she turned slightly. "Just getting a few things ready for us. Did you want anything in particular?"

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for Nikola

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 22:05:41 GMT

Helen had actually not been expecting any visitors and with Will out seeing patients and teaching classes, it was just she and Gregory tucked into the tidy penthouse for the time being. When she heard the bell ring, she imagined it was Will and buzzed him in without a thought, thinking that he must have forgotten something.

She opened the door, smile wide, only for it to fall a bit in confusion when she saw Nikola there. "Ah, Nikola. I wasn't expecting you." She shifted Gregory a bit and opened the door a bit wider to let him in.

"Do come in. Tea? I'm afraid I don't have any wine on hand."

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happy thanksgiving

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 02:19:09 GMT

Thanksgiving was not a holiday that Helen really celebrated outside of food and drink with close friends and this year, she'd been with just Will when the labor pains had started up in earnest. She'd ignored them for a while, considering it was common enough this late in pregnancy to have some false labor but when the pain seemed to get sharp and real and the contractions worryingly close, she and Will made the trek to the clinic and luckily found Dr. McCoy, who was happy enough to deliver a baby (for a given description of happy, anyway).

It was only after the hard part was done (and they'd both slept a handful of hours, to boot) that she felt comfortable enough sending Will out to tell everyone the baby had come and felt up to entertaining company.

[[OOC: This is timed anywhere from morning to afternoon on November 23rd in the clinic.]]

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For House

Thu, 15 Nov 2012 17:13:41 GMT

Since Greg was more or less out of the danger zone and merely needed monitoring (physically, anyway. Mentally was another story entirely), Helen didn't feel particularly bad about making this clinic visit less about being a physician and more about being a friend.

A very worried, very angry and very, very pregnant friend. She lowered herself in the chair next to his bedside and cleared her throat, hoping to rouse him if he'd drifted off to sleep. While she understood that the mind could sometimes twist the body on itself, she hated that she hadn't noticed something was wrong and taken preventative measures, no matter how much Greg probably wouldn't have cared for it. Still, nothing to be done but address it now, yes?

"And how are we feeling? Better, worse, more of the same?"

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for John and Nikola

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 00:29:38 GMT

Helen thought it was just as well that she'd found the bottle of Source Blood in the clinic instead of at home or some place even remotely public and she'd kept it in her own Vet's Office since then, not wanting anyone to stumble upon it. In theory, it should be rendered inert by the island's own special qualities but Helen couldn't be too careful with such a valuable, yet dangerous object.

She dashed off quick notes to both John and Nikola, requesting they meet her in the vet's office after the day was done and once Granby and Sam and all the rest had cleared out, Helen paced the floors and waited. Walking was easier on her back most of the time and, well, there was always the chance she might not get out of a chair if she got in it.

Once she heard the door swing in, she motioned them inside. "Come on, then, shut the door and lock it. I've got something important to discuss and I don't want eavesdroppers."

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happy anniversary [timed to november 26]

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 02:34:25 GMT

Helen hadn't entirely expected the baby to come early and with the whirlwind of Thanksgiving and labor, it was really only a few days later that it sank in that she and Will were parents. She and Gregory were still settling into a rhythm with feeding and at the moment, it was more 'he cries, you feed' than anything else. While it was exhausting, the hard bits were yet to come, and Helen felt like the days were starting to run together.

It was just before dawn this time when Gregory cried and it was much easier to bring him to her breast and nurse when he was asleep beside her than the first few times when she'd gotten up to get him from his cradle; Helen had a sinking suspicion that Gregory was going to end up in bed with them more often than not.

Once she'd gotten Gregory settled and nursing happily, she looked over at Will, who seemed just as bleary-eyed as she felt. "I believe it may actually be our anniversary, if I've got my days and nights straightened out. Happy anniversary, Will."

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for Will (set to early September)

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 02:19:09 GMT

Helen had just about reached the point of pregnancy where things were less novel and more uncomfortable and this evening's discomfort took place in the form of a lovely round of indigestion coupled with Gregory squirming around. In hindsight, it had possibly been a bad idea to go back for thirds on dessert and yet she found she couldn't help herself; pregnancy had been a free rein to eat things she normally never would, which included sweets.

She was a little restless in bed, trying to get him to settle, and she shifted from her back to her side. Sleeping on her side had proven to be much easier these days than anything else and at least it afforded her the luxury of having Will curl up behind her.

"Baby won't settle," she whispered into the dark by way of explanation. "I think I ate entirely too much earlier and now I'm suffering for it."

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for Nikola

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 15:42:09 GMT

Ice cream had become Helen's one true joy since she couldn't drink and she couldn't have caffeine and she had a cone of honey-lavender from Del as she wandered back from the shop down to the beach. She wanted to sit and watch the waves for a little while even if it was dangerous beyond all reckoning to sit down with her burgeoning belly and expect to get back up again. Still, she was willing to risk it.

It was lovely to watch the waves roll in and Helen took her time with the ice cream, cursing a little as some plopped down on her chest and stained her shirt an interesting shade of purple. Really? Apparently she was meant to suffer every indignity with this pregnancy. She shifted to stand and found that she couldn't given the changes in her center of gravity and well. Wasn't this awkward?

Spotting a familiar face, she called out. "Nikola! Come here? Help me?"

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for John G

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 20:56:44 GMT

Helen prided herself on keeping strict hours in spite of the fact that she lived on a deserted tropical island and it pained her to know she was going to be late, horrifically so, on her own birthday. It really set a bad precedent and she was lucky in that Sam and Coraline knew her well enough to let it slide but John didn't know her very well at all and she hated to set a bad example.

He was seated in the front when she came in and she gave him an awkward little smile. "Terribly sorry, John, I let time get away from me this morning. We don't have any pressing patients, do we?"

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State of the Pups

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 00:51:24 GMT

( state of the pups )

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post-ultrasound

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 18:24:43 GMT

Helen had originally been of two minds when it came to knowing the sex of their unborn child but the idea that it might spark some sort of memory for Will tipped her over into wanting to know. Besides, he had wanted to know the sex before he lost his memories and Helen felt like she owed it to him, among other things.

She was, predictably enough, incredibly healthy and strong and the baby had obliged turning over in such a way that they could see they were having a boy. While Helen knew she and Will would have been happy with a girl, certainly, a boy was what they'd both wanted deep down. Helen couldn't wait to see him in the little baseball outfits that Will had picked out or to see Will teaching him how to play catch and the like.

As they left the clinic, Helen slid her hand in Will's just like she used to before the island had decided to steal his memories. "A boy. I was really hoping we were having a boy and I'm so excited. You are too, I trust?"

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