A/N: This may become a two part story, but don't hold your breath. As always, reviews are loved and will be rewarded with cookies (as long as you're fine with imaginary chocalate chip). Hope you enjoy!
Hold You In My Arms
"Well you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears. It's here that I see you've been crying."
"Seems like everywhere you turn, catastrophe reigns. Who really profits from the dying?"
"I could hold you in my arms, I could hold you forever"
Helen Magnus was a wreck. And at this point she wasn't afraid to admit it. What was there to live for? Her daughter was dead. The Sanctuary system that she had spent most of her life working on had collapsed in on itself l, taking many of her friends and co-workers with it. Watson was gone, and the five was crumbling. Two dead, one questionably sane, one was a vampire, and then there was her. And there was her, standing outside Nikola Tesla's door. He had announced that he was leaving the next morning, he didn't say why, but she knew that he would join Druitt in retribution against the Cabal.
The door opened and Nikola was not surprised to see his friend standing before him, a benefit of heightened senses from his Vampire blood. But what he was surprised by were the tracks of tears that still trailed down her beautiful cheeks. So he did what came naturally; he pulled her close and enveloped her petit form completely with his long, sinewy arms. For a while they simply stood, together. Helen allowing herself to use someones shoulder to cry on, Nikola relieved that she finally realized that she didn't need to do everything on her own, and that she chose to come to him.
With unspoken mutual consent, they pulled apart and Nikola brought a comforting hand to Helen's moist check and stroked the remaining wetness away with the pad of his thumb.
"And what brings you to the Vampire's Lair so late at night? Other than to ruin my silk vest?" A hint of his trademark smirk played at his lips. Both of his arms coming to rest contently around her waist, so close to his.
"Nikola, please. Make me forget." her voice was mangled, raw with emotion, and rough from tension. Her mind had calmed, and her blue eyes where, yet darkening. The physical markers told Nikola was in her right mind, and able to make such a choice. But he knew her far too long, and far too well. And even if his daily behavior bordered on disgustingly forward, he would never, could never, follow up on all his lewd remarks if Helen really didn't want it.
"As tempting as the offer may be, I'm afraid I must decline. Perhaps I can take a rain check?" As always, injecting his odd sense of humor into a strained situation.
"Now's not the time to be a Knight in shining armor, Nikola." Helen leaned in closer to the Vampire, letting their bodies brush against one another, hearing his breath catch. "Now's the time to feel alive." She whispered just before crushing her lips against his. Forcefully she pushed them back into his room and closed the door expertly with one foot.
"Now, Helen. As much as I love all the attention. You have to think clearly - remember this is me. Nikola Tesla..." He reminded her when Helen took a breath.
"Nikola...shut up." And again their mouths were crushed together. Helen's tongue traced Nikola's bottom lip and he gave up trying to stop the best thing that had happened since Ashley had disappeared.