AN: First of all, my apologies that this has taken so long, but I have to warn you that I'm sort of running out of ideas. There should be some more, but they will probably be few and far between. I'm not going to mark this as complete though, because it's ongoing, at least for now. Hopefully soon though I will start going back and elaborating on the ones in this collection people have shown interest in seeing continued, although I can make no guarentees, sorry.

Well, now that that's done, on with this. I honestly haven't a clue when this is set, it could even be an AU meeting instead of The Five, but its before Sleepers anyway. No spoilers that I'm aware of, still unbeta'd, still disclaimed, please enjoy :)

Unplanned

Nikola stared warily at the object that looked suspiciously like the muzzle of a gun, pointed between his eyes. Looking inwards was starting to give him a headache, so instead he turned his attention to the angry woman wielding the dangerous weapon.

"Helen..." he tried to placate her, but Helen Magnus was having none of it.

"No Nikola!" she growled. In other circumstances he might have found that sexy, but point blank range with a nasty looking firearm was a little off putting: being immortal wasn't the same as being invulnerable. Helen carried on, strengthening her grip on the gun a little to emphasize her point; "I demand an explanation! You can't just waltz into my bedroom and expect me to welcome you with open arms; especially not while I'm getting changed!"

Nikola couldn't help the smirk that surfaced when Helen unconsciously drew her hastily thrown on dressing gown further around herself. It was rather amusing, although his knees were starting to hurt from kneeling.

"It's not funny Nikola!" he quickly wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a frown.

"I didn't waltz. For although I am an excellent dancer, I think waltzing up those vines and through your window would surpass even my level of expertise."

Helen rolled her eyes, but the gun wasn't lowered. "Very funny Nikola, but you're dodging the question – don't think I didn't notice."

"I would never think that you could be fooled by simple word games Helen." He tried to sound as sincere as possible, but Nikola found it hard to maintain when he was grinning inside. "Honestly, I wouldn't dream of it! And as for while you were changing, that was just good timing on my part, I can assure you it wasn't planned."

"Of course not," his captor replied, not even trying to sound sincere. "Now explain."

"Oh but Helen, you know how I hate explanations; it wouldn't be at all ladylike to demand such a thing of me. Although pointing a gun at a handsome young man isn't exactly ladylike either..."

The handsome young man swiftly realised that hadn't been the best thing to say to the woman holding the now cocked gun. He gulped and tried again.

"I would be more than happy to explain...once you put the gun away, after all, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now would we?"

Helen's face darkened at the barely veiled threat, and Nikola finally recognised that this method had been doomed from the beginning.

He gave a big, over dramatic sigh. "Fine, have it your way."

Nikola Tesla pounced.

***~~~***

Helen stared warily at the object that looked suspiciously like the muzzle of a gun, pointed between her eyes. Looking inwards was starting to give her a headache, so instead she turned her attention to the arrogant vampire wielding the dangerous weapon.

"Nikola..." she began, still wandering how the hell this had happened, but was cut off.

"Oh no Helen, now it's my turn." In other circumstances she would have assumed that next would come some outrageous plan for world domination, but diving through her window hardly seemed like the best place in the world to start. Also he would have known she was armed, and although she would never have pulled the trigger that close while he wasn't a threat, he wasn't to know that. So, not trying to take over the world then – at least not tonight. "You know I never meant to come in here; in fact, falling through you window and landing flat on my face were certainly not part of the plan. Although your state of undress almost made it worth it."

Helen scowled at his last comment, and made a mental note to close her windows before retiring in the future. "So what were you doing here?" she hadn't made any progress before, but now he was the one with the gun Nikola would feel safer and be more likely to give something away.

"I'm the one asking the questions now...like where did you get that dressing gown from?"

It certainly wasn't what Helen had been expecting, so she had to fight down a blush as Nikola trailed a free finger down the red silk neckline. He hummed with appreciation. "Nice." Exactly what he was commenting on, she wasn't sure.

Helen took a deep breath to calm herself down, lest she frighten Nikola into shooting. She was pretty sure he wouldn't, but one could never be sure, and there were plenty of other valuables lying around she'd rather keep in one piece.

"You haven't answered the question." Nikola interrupted her train of thought.

"Neither have you." The reply was childish but true, the next bit more so. "I asked first."

"I'm the one with the gun."

"Touché."

Nikola grinned, and Helen found herself relaxing slightly. "It was a gift."

"What?" he seemed a little shocked at her abrupt reply.

"The dressing gown; it was a gift."

"From whom?"

"None of your business. Now it's your turn."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really, it's only fair."

Nikola sighed. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what I was doing here; it just seemed to...happen; and then one of those freaks of yours frightened me into falling through your open window. But now that I'm here..."

Suddenly the gun had been removed and Nikola's lips were briefly on hers. Startled, Helen was paralysed, unable to do anything in response. As it turned out the decision wasn't hers to make as Nikola swiftly retreated, and then took two steps back to further the distance between them. However, the gun still wavered in his hand.

"Well, I think that's compensation enough for holding me a gunpoint after our little misunderstanding." Nikola declared as he started towards her window, leaving a rather shocked Helen sitting on the floor. "Be seeing you." And then he was gone.

Freed from the web that had held her captive, Helen leapt up and ran to the ledge. Nikola was nowhere to be seen, although the gun that had caused so much trouble was resting innocently just outside. Sighing, she picked it up and turned away.

She left the window open.

~Fin

I tried a slightly different style here, I hope it worked. Reviews loved and concrit welcome.