How much more Flavor can you get?: So, I'm claiming pregnancy brain on this one; halfway through typing this entry I went into the kitchen with my empty bottle of water in my hand…and had no clue why I was there! It was 20 minutes later that I realized I was REALLY thirsty.

That has nothing to do with this chapter though…just felt like sharing.

Disclaimer? What Disclaimer?: Unfortunately I don't own Sanctuary, for if I did Tesla, Henry, and Kate would be nude the entire show.


"…I mean, who disappears for four days any then shows up with clothes?"

Dr. Gobel was startled from her paperwork as her usual 4 o'clock patient stormed into her office five minutes early.

"I'm sorry, Miss Skerrit?"

Abigail dropped into a chair and looked as if steam would begin to pour from her ears.

"The one I told you about, he just…drops off of the map, and shows up four days later telling me -telling me mind you, not asking me- to go to dinner with him."

"Ah, I see. Are the two of you moving past being acquaintances."

At this Abigail had to bite her tongue to keep from scoffing.

"No, definitely not."

"Well please; tell me about how dinner was."

"He took me to this cheesy Italian restaurant; you know the ones where they play opera over the speakers? Anyway, we get there, and he orders for me! Orders for me! How pompous can someone get? I would have been fine if it had been something good like pasta or…something like that. Guess what he ordered. Just guess. A salad! A salad. I'm dressed in this beautiful dress, with high heels that make me want to rip my feet off after half an hour, and he orders a salad for me."

"So, you didn't have any fun whatsoever?"

Abigail shrugged, staring down at Dr. Gobel's note pad that appeared to be nothing more than little doodles.

"We danced. That was okay I guess."

She continued looking down, thinking about how Tesla had finished half of the bottle of wine he'd ordered before he stood up and held out his hand. People were watching, waiting to see what she would do; maybe that had just been her imagination though. 'Don't be such a loser.' She'd pushed his hand away, but stood anyway. Nikola had muttered something snarky behind her as he followed her out to the dance floor. 'I have a confession.' She'd bitten her bottom lip and began pulling on her earlobe. 'Let me guess, you've always wanted to dance with a gorgeous magnetic vampire like myself.' That comment had earned him a glare. 'Totally Sparky, I want nothing more than to dance with an old man that breaks my microwave when he gets testy. No, I was going to say, the last time I danced was in high school. We ended the night with a trip to the hospital.' He'd grabbed her hand regardless of her past discrepancies and placed his hand on her hip. 'Watch it!' Growling about the proper placement of hands determining the dance, he moved his hand up to her waist. It was difficult at first, she was sure he'd have a broken toe if he hadn't been who he was. But after a few clumsy dances, she began to pick up on the moves and was fairly competent at following along with his steps.

"Was it really just 'okay'?"

Dr. Gobel looked at her patient knowingly.

"Yep."

The rest of their session went as usual, with only a few aggravated outbursts on Abigail's part. As 5 o'clock approached, Dr. Gobel began closing up their session.

"Miss Skerrit. Might I state an observation?"

"If I say no, will it make a difference?"

"No, not at all. I think that maybe you should look into your feelings towards this new acquaintance."

"You think that I'm starting to become attracted to him."

"No, I think that you've been attracted to him. However, I think that you may need to expand on this, I believe that it will be good for you."


Abigail had thought about what Dr. Gobel had said the entire bus ride back to her apartment. It was ludicrous to say the least. However, what if she was right? What if the reason she refused to apologize was because she didn't want him to go? As she unlocked the final lock of the door and pushed it open, she saw him sitting on the couch, fiddling with something which he quickly hid underneath the coffee table. She decided to tell him of what Dr. Gobel had said.

"You won't believe this; Doctor Janet thinks that I may be attracted to you."

"Okay."

He picked up the paper and began on the crossword; she narrowed her eyes.

"It most certainly is not okay! It's ridiculous! It's disgusting! I mean, you're so old!"

"Okay."

"I mean, even if I did, it's not like it would be because of the way you look. I mean, you're so skinny!"

"Okay."

"Could you stop saying okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

Sighing she plopped down next to him and began looking around for the remote. While looking, she caught a glimpse of what Nikola had been messing with. It was a rectangular piece of circuit board with soldered pieces of diodes which obviously had been added recently.

"Is that my remote control?"

Tesla picked up Samuel and began grinning at him, trying to ignore the glares he was receiving.

"Hello, kitten. How are you? Did you have a good nap?"

Sam simply yawned at the vampire and began padding at the man's slacks.

"Nikola, I asked you a question. Is that my remote control?"

"The good news is, you now can receive History International and turn on the overhead lights."

He took the instance to glimpse at Abigail. She was chewing the inside of her cheek, nostrils flared slightly.

"I have Samuel, you don't want to upset him do you?"

"I hate you sometimes."

"Oka-Oww!"

He gripped his shoulder and bared his fangs at the woman who simply pushed his face away.

"You smell like wine."


It was December, the metal stairs leading up to the apartment were blanketed with a layer of fresh slippery snow. She had long ago stopped calling it her apartment. Simply put, she had grown accustomed to walking through the door and seeing him stretched on the couch or disappearances for days at a time. It was a strange arrangement, but it worked for them both. She needed company, and he needed someone to deflate his ego every-now-and-then. Inside Tesla was waiting on Abigail to finish getting dressed. He had disappeared again, this time for two weeks. He was apologizing in his own way. She new that it was as close as he would ever get to saying he was actually sorry for something.

"You know, I am sorry I interrupted you that night. If I hadn't I might actually have room in my closet for something other than dresses."

She came out of the room and smirked at him, the new dress was a deep red that had a matching pair of gloves.

"I know."

The next day he was gone. It didn't worry her, he would disappear and reappear whenever the mood struck him. However, when February drew to a close, she began to accept that he wouldn't be returning.


Flavor? I thought it was smell: Okay everyone, there's only one more chapter left. Everyone say Aww! But seriously, it's been hard to write this since I never planned on going over a chapter or two. You should all feel loved. This last chapter will be set after Sleepers. I was hoping that they would have Tesla in last nights episode, but they didn't…so I get to use him some more. Oh yeah, for anyone interested, my wisdom teeth are coming through. Which means I can't get them out until after Lil' Wolf is born…so…crap. Anywho! Review…make me feel loved.