So, I just watched 'Into the Black' and I had to write something after seeing it! What a cliff-hanger! Also, just a side-note, but where was Nikola in the tunnels? He could have taken that serious voltage from the machine! ;)
After The Black
He was sitting in the park, all alone, in the darkness. His head was down and his eyes were transfixed, as though there was something immensely interesting on the ground that had captivated his attention. He looked so different and yet hauntingly the same. It was odd to see him with hair, tied back in his usual pony-tail, after growing accustomed to him bald.
But there he was, John Druitt, notorious serial-killer sitting on a park bench in 1898.
She pulled her coat tighter about her body as she watched him.
What he had done in the future was beyond reprehensible. If he had just killed Adam then none of this would have happened. She wouldn't be standing in 1898 gazing at him in a transfixion she could only describe as nostalgia. Though considering she was standing back in time, literally, the term 'blast from the past' seemed rather futile.
If he had only taken care of Adam then Praxis would still be there. Her father would still be alive. She was condoning John killing someone, wishing he had even, and she hated herself for it. When had she become someone who got to decide who lived and died? It hadn't been her intention when she'd got involved in her father's work, and the Source Blood, all those years ago (or a decade ago now, she supposed). But it had been a side effect. It was thrust to her. She had to do things that she had despised sometimes to protect others, didn't she?
She shivered in the cold.
As much as she should probably be more scared right now, history could change after all, she couldn't help but smile a little. Being back here was like a breath of fresh air. Because at the end of it all, after everything she'd done, this was the time that Helen had been born to. She was a Victorian. She'd lived so long, longer than she should have. She would have been forty-eight by now, almost anyway, in her natural life. She would have been married, had children. Just like John had said before when explain his motivations to her.
She had seen so much. She had seen humanity go through some wondrous things, and some dreadful things. She'd been there. It had changed her. How could it not? She had watched the world change and, whether she had wanted to or not, she had changed with it. So it felt good to be back here. It felt right. She was back in an era so familiar and so homely to her. Even if everything was being threatened by Worth, for that moment, she let herself breathe. If all went well, and she ended up back in the future, at least she had been there and had one last taste of a reminiscent time.
She let out a sigh. But no matter how much her heart yearned for this (and she sometimes would sit in the library at night remembering all the good things), she had work to do. Her job was never done.
Helen Magnus clenched her jaw resolutely, and pulled her coat tighter to her once more. She would find Adam, and deal with him by any means necessary to prevent total world chaos.
For the second time that night (for her anyway, disregarding time-travel) she walked away from the man who had once owned her heart set on her task to save humanity from destruction.