A/N: Warning. If you haven't seen Sanctuary for None, turn back now. I've been toying with this idea for awhile and I'm not at all sure about it, so please let me know what you think. Reviews are so much love! This is going to be more or less pure Teslen goo, mixed with a little bit of sad, followed by Teslen comfort. Just so you know where we're going.

Nikola left his favorite spot in the Sanctuary—the wine cellar—in search of Helen. Heinrich had just shown him the suit that Magnus had tasked him with designing. The boy had made tremendous progress on a difficult, almost impossible task before he had finally asked Nikola for help. With the modifications that Nikola had suggested, the shield may actually prove adequate to protect Helen from…what? It had taken two bottles of his favorite wine before he had figured out the answer to that question, and it made him feel sick.

All of it made sense. The memories that he suddenly had of Helen coming to see him in secret in America all those years ago. Helen breaking off ties with the world governments. The projects she had recently given him involving Praxian technology and self-sustaining energy sources. And the suit Henry was building. Every member of The Five had "died" publicly years before their actual death. Nikola himself had died in 1943 and almost 60 years later was very much alive. It seemed the time for Helen's death had come. Of course she would feel the need to go out with a bang. And she called him the dramatic one.

He finally found her on the north tower, overlooking Old City. It was her favorite place to go when she wanted to brood. He walked up behind her quietly, though he knew that she knew he was there. "Shouldn't you be packing?" he asked her, gently. She didn't even turn to look at him. They had known each other for so long they could practically read each other's thoughts, and Helen was not incredibly surprised he had figured out her plan.

"When did you finally figure it out?" She asked him. For the first time, even though she looked as young as ever, Helen Magnus sounded weary in a way that almost betrayed her 200-odd years. Nikola moved to stand beside her and took her hand.

"After Henry showed me the shield he was building for you." Helen opened her mouth to protest that it was supposed to be a secret project, but Nikola cut her off. "And before you get angry at Wolf Boy, he showed it to me because he needed help. You gave him a tall order, Helen, placing your life in his hands."

"Will it work?" Everything depended on it.

"It will now. That thing will protect you from anything short of a nuclear blast."

"Good." They stood in silence for a few minutes before Nikola repeated his first question.

"Why aren't you packing?"

Helen scrunched her face. "I really don't know where to begin. There are so many years of memories that I don't know how to choose what to take and what to leave behind."

"And then there are the memories that are held by the building itself," Nikola pointed out. "So many life-defining moments that all took place in this building."

"Yes, like Ashley. She was born and died within these walls." After a moment she looked at Nikola and smiled. "Not all the memories this building holds are so grim, however." He smirked.

"Ah, yes. We have a few memories of our own in these walls." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Some of the memories are even against these walls." Helen rolled her eyes.

"Some things never change."

"Would you have them any other way?" Helen smiled and shook her head. "I'll tell you what," he began, "let me help you."

"What?"

"Let me help you pack. You said you don't know where to begin sorting out memories. I've been around for so many of them, maybe I can help. If nothing else, we can take the time to relive our glory days before the world goes to hell."

Not much surprised Helen, but this did. Instead of answering him, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. As he closed the distance between them, she hoped that her lips conveyed everything that she didn't know how to express. What started out as slow and sweet quickly grew in intensity until their fingers were destroying each other's hair and their tongues were fighting for control. Helen finally broke away from him, slightly annoyed that she always needed to come up for air before he did. He smiled and pressed his forehead against hers, still holding her close. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"I never knew you had a sentimental streak, Nikola," Helen observed, pulling away from him to look back over the edge of the tower.

"Yes, well, the last few years this place has been the closest thing I've had to a home."

"I hadn't thought of it like that, but you are right." She hesitated before she added, "Do you think I am doing the right thing? I'm making the command decision to destroy the home of so many people without even giving them a choice in the matter."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I've never known you to second guess yourself, Helen. You are taking away a building, yes. But you are doing it in order to give all of us the chance at a future out from under the scrutiny and control of the government. You more than anyone should know that this building doesn't define the Sanctuary. And this place isn't home to me because of the building." She looked at him, puzzled, and he pulled her closer before quipping, "Home is where the heart is, you know."

She playfully slapped his arm. "Just promise me you won't be this ridiculous the entire time we're packing," she scolded, but with absolutely no conviction.