A/N: This is the sequel to my story The Crossing. its probably best if you read that story first. The title of my story is in serbian, which i got the idea for thanks to some brainstorming with my good friend _Socraticmethod(thanks for all the help 3). I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and as always thank you for reading and if you have time please review =]

It was just supposed to be every three years.

Nikola had picked the number of years, and Helen had not been in the least bit surprised when he picked the lowest of his favorite numbers. As it turned out, three was the perfect amount. Because by the time the first two and a half had passed Helen and Nikola were both getting ready to forgo their promise and fly out to see the other.

So it was that every three years they had traveled to Italy, to Helen's villa, and spent what always started as a long weekend then turned into a long week, and once a long three week, get away together.

Helen sighed a soft sigh of remembrance as a warm smile appeared on her face. Those were some of the happiest days of her life. Waking up to the sound of his heart beating contentedly beneath her and the feel of his arms wrapped around her was a heaven she had never known before. They would sometimes spend whole days just laying in bed, her arms crossed beneath her head with a blissful smile on her lips, tilted towards Nikola who was propped up on his side, one hand supporting his head while the other dipped into her blonde curls pulling one straight before allowing his fingers to brush gently down her back before returning to her curls. They would murmur conversations to each other or just bathe in the silence, though the latter was more often the case.

And that was about all they really ever saw of the villa. They avoided traveling together and so sometimes one would arrive before the other, sometimes by hours, sometimes by a day. It was typically Helen who arrived first so she would just sit on a couch facing the front door with a book. The moment the door opened she would already be on her feet and walking over. By the time Nikola was inside she would be millimeters from him and moments later have her arms wrapped around his neck, mouths entangled. The next he'd be picking her up and carrying back to the bedroom. One time, she couldn't wait, and pressed him against the door. Another time, she arrived to find the house lit only by candles and rose petals trailing into the bedroom.

By far, though, her favorite memory of these favorite memories was the evening they went for a stroll on the beach. It had been raining and was finally nice out so they decided to dress and take advantage of the fading sunshine. Nikola had rolled up his pant legs precisely three times, and she had worn a shorter dress so that they could walk, hands intertwined, at the part of the beach where the waves would lap happily at their feet. As they were walking back towards the villa, Helen was closest to the waves, and she had the sudden urge to fling herself into the water. Instead she opted to kick up her foot and splash Nikola when the next wave rolled in. He looked at her indignantly and commented on how she was ruining his nice pants. She had said that he shouldn't have worn 'nice' pants to the water and proceeded to splash him again. Then before she knew it, she and Nikola were having an all out splash war in the water resulting in both of them becoming thoroughly drenched. And when they had shared a kiss the waves breaking around them she had tasted the salt in his mouth and felt his tingling electricity amplified by the water covering their bodies.

That had been their last meeting at her villa, because sadly, after only nine times of meeting at her villa the Second World War had broken out and it became unsafe for them to travel there. So their following meeting had taken place that year, 1942, during late January at her Sanctuary in Old City. Nikola, who had begun to fake his aging outwardly to the public so when the time came they could properly fake his death, had managed to slip away in total secrecy from the city for a weekend. They were going to skip that year and just meet in six years instead but then she'd…and he'd had to come so they could talk…

But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was only a few months later she had gotten a telegram from Nigel on the secure Sanctuary network that read,

"Nikola has done it again. He is here and safe for the moment. Come as soon as possible."

She'd had no idea what that meant but had been on the next plane to the east coast. And now here she was rolling in a car towards the Sanctuary, concern twisting her gut into a thousand knots.

When she had reached the Sanctuary she was greeted by Nigel who opened the door and helped her out.

"What's going on?"

"No time for pleasantries I see?" Nigel smiled at her.

"Your message sounded urgent…."

Nigel nodded at her as they began walking towards the door,

"Well the situation is a little dire."

"Where is Nikola?"

"Inside, barely."

Helen gave him a questioning look.

"He wanted to come greet you himself but, I told him he should stay inside if he wanted to stay hidden and keep up appearances that things are normal around here."

"What exactly is going on?" Helen asked him point blank.

Nigel sighed opening the door to let Helen inside and said.

"Nikola has got himself in trouble, yet again."

"Honestly, I thought by sharing it would bring peace not cause them to start hunting me!" stated the ever snarky voice of Nikola Tesla.

Helen turned her gaze from Nigel the moment his voice spoke, searching him out, and soon found Nikola seated in a chair across from the door.

"You sharing? I'm thoroughly shocked." Helen replied in a teasingly shocked tone.

A bemused grin plastered itself on Nikola's face. Helen took his arm as the three began walking down the hallway towards Nigel's office,

"Shocking I know but I have to keep some surprises up my sleeve or you'll get bored with me."

Helen laughed a little and Nigel rolled his eyes quietly at the pair. Then Helen asked,

"So what were you sharing, and why is it a problem?"

"Well I had thought sharing my plans for the death ray weapon would…."

"You did what?!"

Helen stopped walking and rounded on Nikola.

"I sent plans for the weapon to various governments."

"Oh Nikola how could be so stupidly reckless!"

"Yes and now," Nigel added, "he has all those governments hunting him down so he can complete it for them."

Nigel motioned them into his office, and once they were seated Helen momentarily bridged her fingers together thinking, in a way that Nigel noticed mirrored a mannerism of the only other person in the room at that moment. After a moment Helen said,

"Alright well clearly we need to think of some way to make you disappear since they won't believe you are incapable of not completing the weapon…"

"I already have an idea." Nikola informed her.

"It was my idea actually," Nigel spoke up.

"And it is?"

"Fake my death." Nikola said simply.

"…And then what?"

"We had only just decided on that when you arrived." Nigel told her.

Helen sighed,

"Well faking your death will be the easy part. It's what to do with you once you've been buried is the question."

They sat for a moment, in a pensive silence, and then Nikola suggested,

"I could always go into hiding,"

In a tone that just hinted at the fact he did not fancy that idea all that much. Helen did not particularly like it either but,

"I guess that's the only thing that can be done."

They spent the rest of the day of the day sorting out the details of Nikola's death.