This is a short little bit of fluff that was inspired by a set of alphabet postcards I got for free at work. It is pure, unadulterated Teslen fluff. Ratings vary from chapter to chapter but the highest it gets is a slightly strong T.

I don't own Sanctuary which is sad because if I did, I'd totally finance another season!

xx

Helen awoke slowly, her entire body still humming and she snuggled further into the warm blankets. She could hear the soft chirp of her alarm and the first vestiges of artificial sunlight were flitting through the gauzy curtains by the windows but she just couldn't bring herself to wake up properly. She was too comfortable.

Smiling, Helen shuffled backwards into the soft warmth behind her. Her eyes snapped open at the realisation that the mass pressed to her back was too soft, much too soft to be the wiry chest she was growing used to snuggling into.

Bolting up right, Helen twisted as she clutched the blankets to her chest, eyes wide as she surveyed the room. It was lighter than usual, the sun having become brighter with the day cycle though she couldn't figure out why. Usually she rose at sunrise and her alarm was programmed for minutes after the event just in case.

Looking down, she noted the pillows that had been carefully arranged behind her, a small piece of paper laying off to the side thanks to her rather abrupt wake up.

Ignoring the fact that the man who'd been sharing her bed on a semi regular basis now they'd stopped trying to screw each other into oblivion and actually gotten into something vaguely resembling a relationship wasn't there, she picked up the heavy grade paper, running a thumb over the bright red wax that sealed the intricately folded note.

Bloody Nikola, she thought almost instantly. Even without a seal in the wax or a hint of writing she knew it was from him. Who else would be able to sneak from the room without her noticing. Sighing, Helen fell back against the pillows, breathing deeply to capture the last of his scent as it lingered on the linens. She knew he was leaving today, he and Henry were to travel to the surface for 27 long days and it had been something they'd planned out weeks ago. It was the entire reason he'd slipped into her bed last night despite it not being a designated date night.

Helen sighed dreamily at the memory of his stealthy infiltration of her bedroom. Not that she hadn't expected it, after all she'd been lounging on the bed in nothing more than his silk robe as she lay in wait but there had been something rather delicious about the surreptitiousness of it all. The rules they were following were not those set out by a parent or some other authority, in many respects they could spend every night together if they so wished but the feel of breaking even self imposed rules had given them both an added boost of adrenaline in those first few hours. Helen chuckled again, smiling smugly at the thought.

Very early on she'd learnt of Nikola's stamina. At first she'd hoped it would be some kind of blessing, allowing them to get all that pent up emotion out in one lengthy burst but the plan had backfired and she'd become addicted, becoming addicted to him. It got so bad that at one point Henry had had to sit her down and suggest she maybe needed to delegate a little more if she intended to have more of a life. He'd been very sweet about it all, stuttering and assuring her that he was happy for her but after three consecutive days of not leaving the bedroom except for the quickest of dashes to the kitchen, she decided he had a valid point.

That's when the whole dating thing had come about. Plus she had felt the need to demonstrate that she was interested in more than just his physical body. So they'd begun dating, just once a week at first, both putting up an admirable show of friendship on the days between but then they'd exploded in a violent and very sexual way and decided more than one date a week was need. Now they were sharing dinner most nights and sharing a bed at least 50% of the time. Slowly they were getting there, getting away from friends who shagged a lot and into something warmer, softer, more tender. And she was very quickly getting to the point where waking up not in his arms was mildly disappointing.

Though hand written notes were nice, she mused with another smug grin, flipping over to snuggle into the Nikola-pillows.

Regarding the note carefully she prised the wax from the paper, unfolding it only to be greeted by a very familiar script.

27 days is a very long time to be apart. At least it feels that way for me. Of course, the fact that we cannot contact you makes that even worse though I doubt you'd agree to phone sex with Heinrich around. Anyway, I'm getting off track. Basically, I was thinking that I should do something to keep you occupied over the next 27 days so that you don't fall into the arms of some hunky stranger. Unfortunately, while the number is divisible by three (thank you for that darling, it has made the trip slightly more attractive), I did come up with something that will take up 26 days so you'll have to start tomorrow instead.

Once you're done here, go over to your desk. You have to promise me you'll go in the correct order and restrain yourself to one at a time but I do swear to make it worth your while.

Enjoy the rest of your day, my love and I hope you aren't too mad at me for setting back your alarm by a few hours.

Love,

Nikola

Grinning, Helen glanced to her desk, noting happily the perfect squares of paper all set out across the varnished surface with his usual level of precision, something written on the front of each but she gave up on figuring out what, falling back into bed with a smile still on her face.

Briefly she wondered if whatever Nikola had planned for her was as dirty as the note she'd hid in his backpack.

Well, either way, the next 26 days were sure to be interesting.

There will be an update for this one every day (unless there is a very good reason not to do so) because I'm trying to recreate what Helen would be getting :P I can't promise at which point of each day I'll post but I shall try and be consistent. Kick me in the noggin' if I forget, 'kay?

And remember, reviews are like waking up next to a mini-Tesla after not failing my monologue! Only better and slightly more satisfying...