A/N: Prequel to Spilled my Heart out. There is some smut, vampirism, blood drinking, and hopefully some lovely angst. Sorry for the delay, illness, school and work are all witches when they happen at once.

No, I can't.. Won't believe that she really died. H.G... I sank to the ashy ground, my eyes blind to the ruins of the Warehouse. Tears streamed down my cheek as I looked around. I never thought she would do that for us. If it had come down to it, I would happily given myself for her.. But never the other way around, I don't deserve it.

The race to save Helena, to bring her and the Warehouse back barely blurred through my mind. It never mattered how she came back, only that she did.

Timed was turned back, the Warehouse saved, my only thought when I woke up after the blast, was to find Helena, make sure it had worked. She had been dead for almost a day, and I needed to see her alive, well.

I asked groggily, the blast had been enough to knock us out, even with the Kolodi bracelet's shield to shelter us. There was no answer from her.

Pete called out,

Artie harrumphed loudly, shaking off a few crates, he calls out, favoring his left ankle,

I raced over to him, stumbling over some of the fallen objects, and grabbed his shoulders,

He waves a hand at me,

Pete causes a few things to crash while he looks for Helena, I couldn't help but notice that the Ovoid Quarantine was the mother of all messes. Pete said.

I could feel panic rising through my chest, she can't be dead, she has to be here, did something go wrong?

The moment he finished speaking his Farnsworth buzzed aggravatingly, grating on my frazzled nerves.

I grabbed it rashly,

Claudia looked taken aback,

She didn't remember.. She wasn't there when we went back in time.

I slipped, it hurt saying her name aloud, I want to embrace her, the woman who risked her life for me time and again. I wanted to see her lovely face, listen to her voice telling me something new, exploring the world I loved so much.

I could tell by her voice that I had reacted visibly to Helena's name.

I could hear the tapping of Claud's fingers speeding through the process of finding H.G. But my impatience was growing;

I replied shortly, slamming the box closed and handing it back to Artie,

I wished too hard, the moment I stepped out of the Ovoid quarantine, the same old teapot that had greeted me my first day found its way to my hand. I didn't even notice wishing anything until something jerked me backwards, pulling me by the waist.

My first rejoicing thought was that Helena had found me; But my body slamming into a smelly brick wall changed my mind. I had wished to see Helena, so where was she? I looked around and realized I was most definitely NOT in the Warehouse anymore. The streets were paved with the same bricks as the nasty wall I had been thrown up against, the ground littered with unrecognizable bits of cloth, garbage and refuse I didn't want to examine.

Judging from the occupants of the street outside my little niche, I was not in South Dakota, I did not appear to even be in 2012 anymore. I was in a much earlier time, and to cement the shock, Helena Wells stalked down the sidewalk, passing right by me.