My god does it feel weird to write some actual romance!
Now, just in case my friends who don't know sanctuary come reading: Nikola is a HE, he has electro-magnetic powers, is part/ex-vampire (and therefore cannot get drunk, go figure), he used to be able to completely control and generate electricity but that disapeared with his vampirity a few eps back (hence 'if i didn;t know better)

ok. all done. go read :)

"Go fix my house!" I moaned at him as I walked away.
"What am I, a house elf?" He yelled after me, clearly annoyed at having been snuffed.

It made me chuckle, and the temptation was far too hard to resist. "Thank you Dobby!" I shouted back without turning.

It felt good knowing that would annoy him. He annoyed me enough; first he calls me out to bug-infested caverns, then comes home with me, empties my wine cellar yet again, doesn't wash and now look at the state my house is in!

4 hours. That's how long it was far too quiet for. I had been at my desk using up my spare laptop batteries to notify the other Sanctuaries of our situation and double check the lower-level power when I noticed the time.

There was the faintest birdsong drifting through my pale yellow curtains; the medieval-style walls were a haven for birds in this modern congested city. It was the wee hours of the morning and I'd heard nothing from Nikola since he'd pissed off the hologram. No teasing, no miraculous fix and no distinctive sounds of the old generator he was supposed to be working on.

I switched off my laptop to conserve what little power was left and made my way through the corridors. I should have been able to hear him working from the elevator, but he wasn't anywhere in the lower levels!
If he was in the wine cellar I was sure he would be in for a ride; I was seriously considering putting him in a metal box and trying to reverse his polarity. I'm sure it's possible somehow.

After all these years he's still a sneaky little bugger.

There's not a lot you can see by torchlight, and going down the stairs with that as the only light source is not something I would recommend.

"I'm not in the wine cellar you'll be pleased to know."
I almost slipped on the hard-wood stairs but Nikola took my waist from behind and steadied me. I turned to face him, batting away his hands.
"What are you up to Nikola?"

He had the cheek to roll his eyes at me, then he laughed. "Actually," He stepped down onto the same stair as me, "I was looking for you."

Nikola reached out and took the edge of my cardigan holding it close to the light. "Your clothes are far too dark for me to be able to find you."

"What did you want me for?" I ignored his jibe at my outfit.

"Are you still too tired to even banter?" He half-smirked at me.

"Wh- It would dep-"

He didn't give the chance to finish. Taking the other side of my cardigan in his spare hand, he pulled me close and wrapped his arm around my waist then kissed me. If I didn't know better I'd say I felt a spark jump from his lips to mine.

I found myself kissing him back.

For all the annoying each other we did, it just seemed to be childish attention seeking; 150 years and neither of us had learnt.

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