Disclaimer: I know I know I forgot to do the disclaimer. I own nothing of Sanctuary, only five episodes I watch over and over. One day I'll own a cat named Nikola Tesla, and a dog named Thomas Edison and watch Tesla claw the crap out of the dog. Just kidding that was mean. Anyway enjoy this wonderful story that came to me in the middle of the day instead of the appropriate time at night. Have fun, and have Kleenexes ready. This may be a tad bit sad. Perhaps, most likely, probably, okay it is sad…but not too sad…maybe.
'Indeed there will be time for you and time for me, for a hundred decisions and indecisions before the taking of toast and tea.'
James and Helen: 3
They thought they had all the time in the world, time enough to love, to hold, to live forever. He didn't have it in his heart to tell her he was dying. He had built the device to stay with her for as long as time would allow.
James Watson was an inventor, mastermind, sleuth, detective, and a man of eternal middle age. He knew if he left for any reason she would have Nikola and John—if she could ever forgive John for breaking her heart into a billion little pieces.
They had eighty years together. Eighty years of companionship, love, marriage, loyalty, and comfort.
His mortality got in the way. They could not have children, no matter how hard they tried. So since they had both loved John, Helen and James decided to have her daughter. Helen named her Ashley, and she was beautiful, adorable.
The year Ashley turned six she figured out James really wasn't her father and the device he had tried his best to hide from her. James decided to leave well enough alone—and left with a note that mostly likely made Helen furious.
Helen had never forgiven him for leaving, though every year around her birthday they would go to Italy and browse her villa, making mad passionate love for a week.
Until he saw her last fall she had not called him for anything; but he teased her about it trying to hint at his undying love for her and his inevitable demise.
As he lay dying, he thought back to those eighty years and how she would tell no one about them, keeping them only to herself, in her heart where he would remain until time finally brought them back together.