A/N: This is just a quick one-shot I did to get creative juices flowing. I apologise for any mistakes that have been made and for the fact it has no real plot- as I say I hadn't planned this. If anyone likes it I can write more around it in future and give it development/ a plot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary or any of the characters just borrowing them.
It was gone. It was all gone.
"That was your life, gone up in flames."
"That was an old life Nikola." Her voice was calm yet final but not like the topic was no longer up for discussion but rather that nothing he could say would change where she stood, how she felt. She had made peace with it long ago. "I've had time to come to terms with this, time to think it over, even to change my mind but I accept this had to happen. You need to too."
Could he accept this? That the person in front of him was really her, the Helen Magnus, that she had been living a life without him in it, that perhaps she had changed. Change; was that what he was afraid of? No. There had to be something more. Nikola forced himself to make eye contact with her for the first time since he initiated the conversation. Her eyes that somehow managed to look exactly the same yet so different. Eyes he could get lost in.
"I thought you were dead," the words came out choked; "I thought I'd lost you." He looked down again ashamed he, Nikola Tesla, was admitting something that could be considered a weakness.
"Is this what all this is really about? That you thought I was dead." When he didn't reply she hooked her index finger under his chin tilting his head up, forcing him to look at her. Their eyes met and for a moment she looked like she was searching for something. "I would never leave you. I love you Nikola Tesla."
"And I you, Helen Magnus."