Right! Erm, so I'm guessing this is the ultra-awkward introductory bit, right?

Yeah, I'm not got at these. Just bear with me, alright?

Hello! Well, if you've clicked on this, you're either (1) mildly interested in this, or (2) you're rubbish with a mouse. If I'm honest, I hope you're the person in the first category. Well, as the title states, this is a collection of my random Sanctuary drabbles, namely the song-inspired ones. So…That's about it, I guess!

I don't own any Sanctuary, the characters from Sanctuary, or any songs that may be mentioned in this fic.

Enjoy!

"And now we're inches away, but we're miles apart." - Miserably Loving You, Artist vs. Poet

So close. He was so close to her! She was merely inches away from him, her blue eyes roving over the pages of an old journal. He could - he should - kiss her senseless while he had the "upper-hand". Honestly, it wasn't as if she weren't begging for it already, if not by her words, by the way she dressed!

A black jacket that clung to her every curve, coupled with a blue shirt that was just peeping out the top, exposing a rather nice patch of pale skin to his hungry gaze. A plain black skirt that hit just above the knees. Those black stockings that hugged her long legs until they hit her ankle and were hidden by a lovely pair of black high heels. Brunette hair hanging down around her shoulders, elegantly curled yet not overdone. A light sheen of gloss coating her lips.

Oh, how he would love to unpin her hair and tangle his fingers in it as he thoroughly plundered her mouth! How he would love to smear that carefully applied lip gloss! How he would delight in the flush that would rise to her cheeks as he touched her, caressed her, cherished her. What wouldn't he give for such a moment?

"Nikola?" Her voice snapped him from his fantasy.

It was time. If he were to do anything, it would have to be now, while she was looking at him, her blues eyes locked in his grey. Her head was tilted at just the right angle; if he just leaned over a bit…

No. Something was wrong. It didn't feel right - nothing felt right. Everything should be perfect, though! After all, he was so close!

Yet…he wasn't. It was as if he were inexplicably far away from her, instead of the few inches which separated them. It couldn't be! He was close to her! He could see her staring -

Ah. He understood completely now.

They were not close. No, far from it. Nikola Tesla and Helen Magnus were as far away as two people could possibly get; after all, he was desperately in love, whilst she was still pining for the man who had first won her heart.

"Nikola, are you alright?" She asked, her tone holding something strange in it.

"Fine, Helen. Perfectly fine."

He wasn't.

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