This is the product of one pushy and nagging friend, a definitely crazed Tesla fangirl (who isn't though?) and an overactive imagination and as such is totally for chartreuseian, for all her encouragement and patience. Because I'm her Nikola and distract her with my thrilling antics xD
This is also my first fic! Yay Sanctuary! I'm posting this in honour of the SEASON FOUR PREMIERE WHICH IS ON FRIDAY! (can you tell I'm excited?)
In any case, I'm totally new at this and am quite unsure as to how to proceed... uhhhhh let me know what you think?
~Ck
Helen filed the last report and sighed. It had been a long day. Kicking off her heels and stretching out her legs on the couch in her office, Helen glanced at the clock. It was earlier than she thought. But obviously her tea was now quite cold, especially since the Big Guy had brought it to her hours ago, while she was still hard at work. Well there was nothing more to do tonight and with a few hours left until sunrise, she might as well get a few decent hours of sleep. She was going to need them. Especially with Nikola's very recent "resurrection", as he had dubbed it. As she stepped out of her office and closed the door behind her, Helen realized she hadn't the newly "reborn" vampire since before dinner. If you could even call that half slice of bread and three pieces of cheese dinner. He had come in (God only knows why) and at the sight of her meal, his smirk had promptly turned to a look of horror. He had then proceeded to completely ignore her inquiries as to why he was there and what he wanted, having the audacity to attempt to chastise her. She had waved him off saying that she had eaten earlier but by the look in his eyes, she knew he didn't quite believe her. He had then promptly left after glaring at her childishly for a minute. And that was the last she had heard or seen of him since. Although now that she thought of it, that did explain the bowl of chocolate ice cream she found on her desk after a quick bathroom break around 10. At any rate, knowing Nikola, he would be cooped up in 'his' lab, messing with electricity, just because he can. It wouldn't hurt to check up on him before settling in for the night, Helen decided as she reached her bedroom door. Quickly changing into her nightdress and grabbing a robe, she headed for the lab Nikola had taken over and claimed as his own. Which just so happened to be next to her private laboratory.
Helen knew there was something off when she saw that there was no light coming from the doorway to the lab. Not even flashes of light, which could have possibly denoted any electrical activity. She quickly flicked on the light just to check that he hadn't fallen asleep. It was empty. Flicking off the light with growing concern, Helen turned on her heel and headed back to the residential corridor. Reaching Nikola's room, she found it empty as well. Now this was just getting ridiculous. Where else could he be? He hadn't gone to the lower Abnormal levels, those held practically nothing for him at this hour, he most certainly wasn't in the kitchen and he wasn't in the wine cellar. Helen had made sure to put in security measures that would've alerted her had he tried to get in. She knew him too well for that. With one last glance around the room, Helen left. One more sweep of the whole residential area, she thought and then she was quitting. Hopefully he was alright, but she was determined not to lose any more sleep over the pretentious vampire and if this last look over yielded no results, that was it. Well, maybe she'd try texting him. Then she would go to bed.
As she started nearing the lounge, Helen saw that there was a dim light coming from the crack between the door. It was probably just Henry and Kate having another Lord of the Rings marathon, but they might know where Nikola was. Opening the door, and walking in, Helen stopped in her tracks as she saw that familiar shock of tousled hair. What was he doing in here? And the television was on. With the credits rolling for a movie, signifying that he had only just finished. Taking a tentative step forward she paused as the familiar figure stood up.
"Nikola?"
The man in question turned around at the sound of his name, surprise written all over his face. When his eyes fell on her, his expression changed to a smile, and a second later, an all-out smirk.
"My, my Helen, aren't you cold? That robe of yours doesn't look too warm to me." If at all possible, his smirk grew bigger.
With an exasperated sigh, Helen drew her robe tighter around her and walked around the couch. Giving him a stern glare, which he ignored, she gestured at the still running movie credits.
"What were you watching? Anything interesting?"
"Actually, yes it was. I overheard Miss Freelander and Heinrich discussing it and they mentioned lightning storms, so naturally I was curious and had to see for myself. If anything the concept is intriguing, and I did find the story enjoyable. But that isn't really why you're here, dearest, now is it? Did you miss me? It's only been a few hours and I never even left the building. If I'd known you were so clingy-"
"Nikola you didn't even mention the title of the movie. And if you must know I was looking for you. I had to make sure you hadn't blown something up. Or worse."
"Oh, Helen, I'm touched. You were so concerned for my safety and well being that you went looking for me? I knew you still liked me!" He winked.
"I was concerned for my laboratory, and residents. You, I could almost care less about. Now, what movie was it? Focus, Nikola."
At that last quip, Helen saw Nikola smirk once more and his gaze turn almost predatory. He stepped closer and leaned in, gently taking hold of her elbows, as her arms were crossed protectively in front of her.
"How am I supposed to focus when you keep tempting me with that delicious neckline of yours? I daresay it exposes too much skin for any man to handle, immortal or not. You are utterly enticing."
Almost against her will, Helen's breath hitched. This was beginning to remind her of that moment when she had gone to rescue Nikola from those trust-fund brats and Will, Kate and she had ended up tied up in a closet. Nikola had done just the same when he quipped about their predicament. Only this time, there were no 'children' present. And she wasn't tied up. A smirk started to creep across Helen's face at that thought.
"Nikola." she whispered as he slowly pulled her in closer to him.
"Yes, moj divan?"
"The movie title?"
She giggled as Nikola made a face. His forehead fell on her shoulder and he hugged her to him. Helen couldn't control the chuckle that escaped her. He was being so childish! He groaned into her shoulder and then muttered something. Wrapping her arms around him in a hug as well, Helen started laughing.
"You are so childish sometimes, Nikola! And you really shouldn't mumble, because I can't understand a word you're saying!"
"Mmmm-mmpphfffffffffffff!"
At his latest outburst, Helen started laughing even harder, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
"It's not funny!" Nikola whined.
"But it is! Nikola, you should've seen your face! And then you mumbled into my shoulder like toddler!"
Withdrawing himself from her, Nikola groaned again, which only caused Helen to double over laughing even harder and collapse on the couch. With a huff, he flopped down onto the couch beside her until her laughter and giggles subsided for the moment. Drawing a deep breath and wiping her eyes, Helen looked at Nikola pouting beside her.
"Now what was the name of the movie, you never answered my question! And that mumble doesn't count, I couldn't hear a word!"
"It's not my fault you're so unbelievably ticklish! And I said Thor!"
"How was I supposed to understand that? And how did you know?"
Nikola rolled his head over to look at Helen. "Seriously? No one laughs that hard from someone mumbling into their shoulder unless they're ticklish." And suddenly he grinned.
"Uh-oh, I know that look."
"I can SO use this to my advantage."
"Oooooooooooh no! No! No, Nikola- Nikola don't you dare! Nikola if you so m-"
Nikola pounced on Helen, pinning her down and started to tickle her neck viciously.
"Nooo-ooo! Nooo stop pleeee-eeease Nikola! Hahahaha! Nikola! Ah! Nikola stop! Nikola! No, no, stop, stop hahahahah, please! Hahahhaah please stop! Heeheeheehee Nikola please stop! Nikki! No please!"
"I'll only stop if you watch Captain America with me!" Nikola momentarily relented his barage to propose his terms.
"Abso-"
"As you wish!"
"Aaaaaaah, Nikki! Don't! No! Stop! Pleaaaaaaaa-seeeee! Hahahahaha, NO! NIKKII! PLEASE!"
"Not unless you watch it with me!"
"Why do you all of a sudden want me to watch a movie with you?"
"Why not? Can't I want to spend time just sitting with you? I miss the old days! We never spend time together, Helen! Not like we used to. And recent events made me think. Please, Helen? For old times' sake."
Helen looked up into Nikola's eyes and face, which was hovering a foot above hers. His eyes looked so honest, and with one look she knew he was telling the truth. To be honest she missed him too. There were some days where she wished she could just go back to those days before The Five, when it was just her and Nikola, sitting beneath the turning oak trees, him dozing, with his head in her lap and she reading to him, both simply content to be in the other's company. He was right though, and that was a scary thought. They hadn't been spending much time together and he was her oldest friend. She owed him more. Not to mention he had almost died not too long ago. One of the main reasons he had survived was through her sheer determination, desperation and - dare she say it - fear of losing him. He meant too much to her. She would do it all again for him. In that respect he was alright right. Only she was too stoic to express it, verbally and physically. Hell, who was she kidding, she was such a pushover, she just happened good at hiding it by changing the subject.
"You promise, nothing inappropriate? And no more tickling?"
"I promise. Scout's honour."
"Nikola, you were NEVER a Boy Scout!"
He smirked and stood up off of the couch and Helen. Offering her his hand to help her stand, he replied, "Maybe, but that doesn't mean I wasn't ever a scout."
Helen scoffed but accepted his hand none the less.
This isn't the end! I have many more ideas of what's going to happen, all written down, I'm just partially stuck on how to make them all flow together. I know it's cruel to leave it there but there is more! I just have to rewatch bits and pieces from Captain America to figure out how exactly to go on. But fluff and what is most likely massive OoC will ensue! And shortly, I hope!
