Alrighty, so, this is set 68 years after the last letter, shortly after Helen and Henry get back from SCIU (if you haven't seen Resistance, stop living under a rock, go watch it and then come back to read this).
I have debated about making this the last chapter of 'Letters To The Past' and posting the next three in the additional scenes companion piece but am yet to decide. Leaning towards putting it here though so eyes peeled kids!
Anywhoooo, reviews purdy please? With Teslen on top?
xx
"Uh Doc?" Henry said, his voice tinny as if came through the speakers on her phone.
"Yes Henry?" she replied, getting ready to walk back down to him. Surely going through the SCIU data wasn't dangerous enough to warrant her attention already.
"I've, uh, found something I think you might want to take a look at," he said uncomfortably. "I'll send it up now if that's O.K?"
"Certainly," she agreed, confused.
"Just, uh, maybe wait until you're alone to read it," he added before terminating the link. Helen's brow furrowed in confusion as she turned her attention back to the computer screen, waiting for Henry's 'information' to come through. She puzzled over what it could be, running through every stupid idea Nikola had ever had and how it could now spell the end of civilization. When the tears started to form in her eyes, she pushed the thought away. Seeing him had been bad enough, she didn't need to dwell on what hadn't been.
From the moment she'd realised that it was in fact his office they were standing in, her heart had begun to throb painfully as she realised what the moment should have meant. It should have been a reunion, a moment of joy and happiness but then she'd watched him strut around the room and her heart had broken little bit by little bit. It hadn't been anything he said or anything he did, even the damn red-head hadn't really riled her up that much. It was the look in his eye. The gleam of arrogance that meant that the man before her was not her Nikola, was not the man who had made her fall in love with him over the space of 130 years through letters and nothing more. So she'd yelled at him and berated him even though she knew he wasn't really betraying her.
Just then, a tiny beep sounded and Helen breathed a sigh of relief, turning her attention back to the computer. Clicking on the new email, she forced Nikola from her mind.
- Hey Doc, I think this was meant for you.
- Henry
Still utterly confused, Helen clicked on the attachment entitled 'Letter' and started to read.
Za moju ljubav...
Dear Helen,
This is not the first time I've written to you but it will most certainly be the first time you will read a letter of mine. To be honest, I am dubious about writing this particular letter but, the sheer fact that it has been over 60 years since you broke my heart means that I am now verging on desperate to experience such an intimacy with you once more.
I miss you, love. Plain and simple. I miss you sweet words, your hidden jokes even your scolding for things I was yet to do. I miss the way you would tell me you love me even if the words often eluded you. I miss your jokes and I miss coming home to find your scent on my pillow.
You said one day, far into the future that you would speak to me, that you would tell me that it was time for there to be an 'us' but you never gave me a timeframe and it's killing me. I miss you Helen. I need for it to be time more than you will ever know. You are the only woman I have ever been able to love and, while I will wait for another hundred years for you, I'm not sure how bitter such an effort would make me.
You broke my heart with your last letter and it made me vow to never again let you so close to my heart but I can't take this any longer. I can forgive the lies, I understand they were necessary and I can forgive the tantalizing glimpse at our future you provided me with but I know that if I did not take this chance, I'd never forgive myself. I promise you Helen, I will walk away for as long as I can, just as you asked.
I know that right now you don't trust me and you shouldn't, this job was a bad idea, even if I did take it for the right reasons. Perhaps I am trying to get your attention, perhaps I just made a mistake but either way, I know I can do more for your cause here than I could do from the outside.
The material I have provided Henry with is only the tip of a very large iceberg I intend on sharing with you but, sadly this will be the only letter to accompany them. I don't know if this is the time or if I'm making a grave mistake in sending this but I honestly don't care. I've spent too damn long silently loving a version of you who doesn't yet love me and, while it pains me to say it, I give up. One day this letter will make sense to you and, when that day arrives, I will be there for you. Until then I shall try my very best to stay away. It will hurt and I'll probably be worse off for such an endeavour but I'm certain nothing could hurt more than having you stare into my eyes but not really see me.
I love you Helen, more than I ever thought possible and one day I promise to make you happier than you ever thought possible. Until then, remember that, no matter what I am yours and you are mine.
Eternally yours,
Nikola
PS: You will always look hot.
