Of Stitches and Indecipherable Inventions brought to you by the Insufferably Insane Inane more than a little bit Irrationally Irate…Nikola Tesla

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Sanctuary other than the DVD's, and frankly if I did own more than that, I wouldn't know what to do with what I have commandeered. I do, however, own a wonderful AU story involving Helen, James, John, Nikola, and perhaps even Nigel in later chapters and some OC characters.

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James and Helen had been together for twenty years now and married for fifteen. They had moved to Old City after the second Great War five years ago.

James could not help but see something different in his wife every day since they had moved. Her hair no longer red and longer she looked more beautiful than the day he first met her at Oxford.

Walking to her personal lab with twelve orange roses he hummed their wedding song.

He entered her lab expecting to find her working on whatever new Abnormal sample they had, instead he found her laying on the floor, her lab coat in disarray and her head bleeding from the hard impact of smashing it on the lab table.

"Helen, darling, please wake up!"

James sat the roses down by the nearest microscope and quickly checked her pulse. Luckily he found one, but knew instantly that she would have a massive headache and or concussion when she woke up.

Helen vaguely opened her eyes and tried to smile at her husband.

"James what happened?" She tried to sit up, but James would not let her.

"Helen slowly now, that it a question I should be asking you. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Going over these new samples and then I became dizzy. I suppose I fell didn't I?"

"You have a pretty significantly large, quite nasty gash on your head to prove it. Now let me take you to the infirmary and see what caused this."

"But James…" She whined at him, all she wanted to do was sleep, but now that most likely was not going to happen, not for a while at least.

"Shhh Helen work can wait. You, however, cannot."

"Fine if you insist, help me up, but for the love of God…Do. Not. Pick. Me. Up. I am quite capable of walking and I don't have any high expectations of you carrying me all the way to the basement."

It took James and Helen a half hour to walk precariously to the infirmary. By the time they reached it Helen nearly collapsed on the nearest bed.

"Helen I need for you to stay awake."

"You're always telling me what to do. S..Not fair and you know it James Watson."

"Lie still my dear, it will all be over soon."

"That's what you said last time. You're not a very good liar my love."

"I only lie to protect you. Now lay down. I don't want to have to strap my wife to her own infirmary bed."

"You are such a tease."

"Now is not the time for such things. I need for you to relax and hold still while I take your blood."

"Going to make more vampires?" Helen closed her eyes and fell asleep once more.

"Oh Helen you never do make things simple do you? Sweet dreams my dear."

He kissed the side of her forehead that wasn't bleeding and walked to the other side of the infirmary to run his tests.

An hour later Helen felt something cool below her stomach.

She tried to sit up but a strong hand pushed her back down.

"Hold still. Look at the screen Helen and tell me what you see."

"Is that the new invention Nikola sent to us? He didn't even tell me what it was supposed to be used for."

"He told me; now tell me what does it look like on the screen Helen? And please do tell me why I had to find you passed out in your laboratory before you told me."

"I can't make heads or tails of the bloody thing James. And why would I have any reason to not tell you anything that obviously is as important as this or else you wouldn't have that: 'Oh my God woman why do you have to be so bloody stubborn?' Look on your face.

"So you're telling me you didn't know?"

"Didn't know what James, you're frightening me?"

"That you were carrying my child. You're telling me you had no idea you were pregnant?"

"No I mean I was a bit more tired than usual but that could have been because I was working so much. Can you tell how far along I am James?"

"Three months, almost exactly, which is why I find it hard to believe you had no idea."

"I wouldn't lie to you James. I have no reason to. I've never had a reason to do so in the past. What? Why are you questioning my honesty? Damn it James you are one damned confounding man. But, since you are the father of our child, I'll hold back on the torture and killing you for later."

"All right I believe you, now I need for you to get some more rest and I'll stitch up your cut. I am happy Helen, very much so."

"I am too James, a bit shocked but happy none the less."

Helen kissed her husband and waited patiently for him to grab the stitching kit.