A.N.: I know, I know this is a long time in coming. But guess what it's finished. So you don't have to wait anymore. Enjoy.
Nikola really didn't know how to start with writing the letters. He was an electrical genius; therefore paper was usually filled with equations and templates for his inventions. John had been the poet and James the letter fiend. He supposed he'd have to start writing from his little metallic heart.
(The Five/spoilers for Awakenings)
Dearest Helen,
Do you remember the leaves of autumn? When we met at Oxford? That crimson dress you wore? Any other woman would have worn black; you know to fit in, but no not Helen Magnus.
You know I would stop drinking and pinching the expensive wine from your wine cellar; but that may only magically happen if you could only love me half as much as I love you.
And I do love you. I meant it in Rome. I know you thought I was being insincere. I would have never killed you. I even told Johnny that-but you know how he doesn't listen to reason. I just wanted to impress you, and I think deep down you were.
Just so you know I could see the fear in your eyes when you figured out my plan and I saw a glimmer of anger and sadness when John's fist went through me.
My last thought was: You still look hot.
Love, Tesla…and hopefully soon to be your Nikola.