In the distance, he felt it. In a way that he could never have done, he felt it. He felt the life leach from her body, and knew that after 159 years on the Earth, 130 of which had been spent protecting and saving Abnormals from humans and from themselves, she was gone.
He hit his knees as pain gripped his heart. He had known better than to send her off without him; had begged to go with them. He swore to get even with John for so callously leaving him behind, when it was clearly in everyone's best interest to have him along. He was the greatest mind of the last two centuries, and he'd been left alone without even a good bottle of wine left in the cellar to console himself.
As the tears began to roll down his face, he wished for the powers that had once been his; powers he could have used to save her from whatever fate had befallen her down in that gods-forsaken labyrinth of caves.
He didn't notice the lights flickering around him as his new electro-magnetic powers manifested the storm of emotion in his soul, and didn't notice as a massive lightning bolt shattered through the roof, down through the floors, and buried itself in his back. He fell forward, not noticing anything anymore, and his body hit the polished wood, dead on impact. He had never wanted to live in a world without her, and now he wouldn't have to.
In the fog surrounding his consciousness, he heard birds chirping the way they used to back in Oxford. He began to come to his senses, as the noises and sights of Victorian England materialized from the fog. He found himself as he was before the Source Blood injections, sitting on a lovely park bench on a spring day. The sun was warm on his face, and his hand raised to feel the old mustache gracing his upper lip as it had 130 years ago. He smiled for a moment before remembering that he was dead.
He thought that Heaven must surely be a lovely place, but what was it all without her to join him in eternity?
Then from a distance, he got a glimpse of long curly blonde hair, and he stood quickly to follow it. The hair and magnificent hat attempting to cover it were making their way through the crowd toward him, and if he'd had a beating heart left in his chest, it would have skipped a few beats when the crowd parted and he looked at her beautiful face, smiling as she waved at him and picked up the hem of her skirts to run to him. He held his arms open, and she fell headlong into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and her arms encircled him, and they embraced for several long minutes, not saying a word.
"Nikola, I was afraid I would be stuck here alone." The panic in her voice was calming down, but the pitch was a little higher than normal.
"It's okay, Helen. I'm here and I will never leave you again. Never." The conviction in his own voice seemed to surprise her and she looked up at his face before reaching up to trace its features with one gloved hand.
"Promise?" She sounded so unsure, but hopeful.
"Promise." He bent down and captured her lips with his own in a soul-searing kiss that set them both at ease.
As they broke apart, they began to walk, he with one arm around her shoulder and she with one arm wrapped around his waist.
"Now what shall we do with an eternity together?" He asked, a mischievous tone to his voice.
"I can think of a few choice activities," she smirked, "and they shall certainly take an eternity to fully master."
"I can't think of a better way to pass it, Helen. I love you, you know."
"I know. I love you too."