James asked about her lip. She said she bit it in the night. He told her to be more careful. James asked about the bruise he found on her side. She said an abnormal had hit her on accident. He told her to be more careful.

James left for two months to go to America; Tesla was working on a new project there and James felt as though he should make sure the man wasn't about to blow anything up or sell the invention to the highest bidder.

Helen wrote him on a regular basis and ran her Sanctuary like she always did. One week before he was set to come home to London he received a letter from her, requesting Tesla join him in his return. Odd coming from the woman, but he would deny her nothing. So with some massive amounts of prodding he convinced the man to come.

She was waiting for them at the dock as the ship came into view. She kissed both on the cheek as they departed their traveling counterparts and the home they had on the sea. James took her hand as they made their way back to her home.

It was that night, as James rested after travel, that she confronted Nikola. "I need your help with something."

"Helen," his voice seethed, "Have a problem you can't solve? Need dear Nikola here to find the solution for you?"

"Stop it. I can't do this by myself; I need another person to assist."

"Then why not ask your dear James, I'm sure he would help out." He was losing his accent that she had grown used to.

"I can't." Her eyes moved to her hands as they held each other in front of her body, tightly controlling.

Nikola stopped: there was something off about her request. "What do you need me to do?" Taking a sip of wine he watched her, his body lax and waiting for her to speak. When she didn't he continued, "I really can't help you if you won't tell me what it is I'm supposed to be doing. I may be a genius but I am not a telepath." His voice was taking on an annoyed edge.

"James mustn't find out about this."

"Alright, but you have to tell me what first."

"Promise me Nikola." Her eyes locked on his. "He cannot find out."

He softened his features, his voice and moved closer to her. "I promise, Helen." He was sincere, she could see that.

"I'm pregnant." He didn't respond. "The baby is not James'." Ah, there was the catch.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to freeze the embryo, but I need you to help with the procedure."

He nodded, "When?"

"In two nights; James has a meeting with the Prime Minister that should last all afternoon and into the evening before both are required at a Gala."

He took another sip of wine, "Til then, my dear Helen."