The ideas for a series of stories made of moments that occur during the 113 years Helen has to live over came to me as I watched 'Sanctuary for None Part 2'. My cousin finally got me to start writing them. It's my first fanfic, so reviews are greatly appreciated.

Bold is for thoughts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but a girl can dream.

Chapter 1:

(Nikola Tesla's Houston Street Laboratory, Manhattan, New York - April 1902)

Nikola Tesla looks out the window of his lab unseeing. His mind is following a diagram that he alone can see. He is rattled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door.

"What part of 'I do not want to be disturbed' did you not understand exactly?" he questions loudly as he swings the door open.

"But I've traveled all this way just to see you, my dear Nikola," Helen Magnus answers sweetly.

"Helen," he breathes her name in mild shock. Recovering quickly, he asks, "What are you doing here?"

"May I?" Helen indicates that she would like to enter.

Nikola steps to the side, "Of course."

She waits for her friend to close the door, before she starts her explanation, "James told me I needed to take a vacation from my life. I knew you were here in New York working on your latest project. I thought I would come to see if you needed any help."

"I thought you just said you are on vacation," Nikola reminds her.

She gives him one of her stunning smiles, "James said a vacation from my life. He never said anything about yours."

Nikola shakes his head and smiles. He has never truly been able to refuse her, and now is no different. He does note, however, that there is something different about her. She seems even more sure of herself, stronger, older somehow. It only makes him even more attracted to her.

"I would welcome the help and your company," he says, giving Helen one of his smiles that melts her insides.

She lets her mind wander over the many times he has graced her with that smile. Before she realizes it, a light blush creeps along her cheeks. Nikola sees his friend's eyes lose focus, her cheeks redden lightly and hears her breathing increase slightly.

"Helen? Are you well?" He questions, reaching for her hand.

At the contact, Helen is startled back to the present, "I'm sorry, Nikola. It's just that I've… missed you so." More than you realize.

The look in her eyes suddenly emboldens Nikola. He reaches over and caresses her cheek with his free hand, "I have missed you too, ljubavi."

He's overjoyed, when she leans into his touch. He's surprised, when she steps closer to him and places her free hand on his chest. He's shocked, when she presses her lips softly to his. His mind screams that this cannot be his Helen, but then all rational thought is lost. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body tightly to his, as he deepens the kiss.


NOTE: ljubavi = my love

Hope you liked it. Have soooo many ideas dancing around in my head. Now if I could get them all onto paper.