A/N: Y'all are awesome. Each and every one of your reviews absolutely makes my day!

This is an incredibly short update, but I wanted to wrap up the library before moving onto the next room. Also, I'm taking some liberties with temporal theory, and probably getting it wrong. Oh, well. One more thing-I am going to steal this idea from Chartreuseian: If anyone guesses which room I'm writing about next, you may name a character in my next writing project. It isn't for FF, but still.

Helen and Nikola were wrapped around each other on the library sofa, consumed by a most satisfactory brain fog. A few strands of Helen's dark, curly hair had fallen loose and draped across her neck. Nikola gently pushed them out of the way and kissed the spot where his mark was just starting to heal. She sighed, contentedly. "You know," she mused, "if my reaction to being bit is typical, it's no wonder vampires were able to rule over the human race…" Nikola smirked.

"And by 'reaction' you mean instantaneous, earth-shattering pleasure?"

Helen rolled her eyes. "Does your ego actually need continuous stroking?"

"Well, it did endure over a hundred years of soul crushing rejection. I think my ego deserves a lot of stroking after that."

"We are still talking about your ego, right?" Helen grinned, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"Seriously, though," she continued, "I did put you through quite a bit. I am nothing short of amazed that you held out hope for so long without any encouragement."

"Well, it wasn't easy, but every once in awhile you would relax your guard and I would get a glimpse of what could be. It was like I was seeing a little bit of the future you shining through and…." He looked at her with understanding, and she smiled broadly at him. "That WAS the future you, wasn't it? It never quite made sense, but I was so happy to have you near me that I didn't want to question it. When you came to visit in New York, even though rumors placed you somewhere in Africa around that time. And the odd projects you would bring up that didn't seem to be connected to your work at the present…oh my God, Helen. You realize you could have destroyed the timeline? Actually kept us from getting together somehow? What were you thinking? You already knew I waited for you all those years…" Nikola undoubtedly could have continued railing for quite awhile, but Helen silenced him with her lips.

"Nikola. If you haven't noticed, I did quite a lot while I was on that holiday. But I did it carefully. I was confident enough in your love for me that I didn't think any of the contact we had would change things. And it didn't, except to make those years a little bit easier for you. And, to be honest, I was so lonely. You were my link to the future, darling. So please, calm down."

"I trust you, Helen. It's just that now I want to replay all of the memories I have with you and try to figure out what was past Helen and what was future Helen. You just handed me a giant puzzle I need to put together."

"I didn't tell you anything," Helen pointed out, "Mostly because I thought you would have figured it out by now."

"I want to hear about everything. You never talked about it, and I never pushed, but I want to hear about everything that happened when you went back. Promise you'll tell me," he begged.

"Nikola," Helen admonished, "I should think with all that genius you possess you should be able to figure most of it out on your own, especially as we 'relive our glory days' as you put it. But yes, when this is all over, I promise to fill in the gaps." Helen dragged herself out of Nikola's arms and looked around to assess the damage in the room. "It's a good thing I'm blowing this place up soon," she observed, pulling on her skirt that had somehow found its way to the other side of the room "We really did a number on it."

"I should get you angry more often…" Nikola thought out loud.

"Yes, well, think that hypothesis through carefully," Helen said dangerously as she finished dressing. "It might not always end as well for you." Nikola reached to pull on his shirt, then held it up in mock dismay.

"This is ending well?" He said, "This was a $300 shirt, and it has been quite literally ripped off of my body."

Helen sauntered up to him and gave him a heated kiss. "You're welcome," she whispered in his ear, before heading to the door. Nikola stood there, slightly dazed and shirtless, watching her leave.

"Just where do you think you're going?" He asked.

Helen looked over her shoulder and answered, "I have a house to pack. Care to join me?"

He rushed to catch up with her, leaving his ruined shirt behind, forgotten.

Half an hour later…

Henry had borrowed a book from Magnus on abnormal defense mechanisms as part of his research for the suit he built her. He wasn't sure exactly what the Doc was up to, but it was big. It was rare that she didn't let him in on what was going on; she had raised him and thought of him like a son, and generally trusted him as such. He pushed open the library door and looked around, confused. Over half the books were in boxes pushed to one corner of the room. Apparently Magnus's plans meant moving, and Henry didn't even want to try to puzzle that out right now. Instead, he focused on the general chaos of the rest of the room. A lamp had been knocked off an end table and lay shattered on the floor. And a few shelves were broken, their books strewn all over the floor. It looked like someone had gotten into a knock-down, drag-out fight. A piece of fabric caught his eye. He picked up and examined it, sniffed the air, then immediately threw it back on the floor like it was an animal that might bite him. It was the shirt Tesla had been wearing earlier when he had helped with the suit's energy source. And now it was laying on the library floor, ripped like someone had pulled it apart after it hadn't unbuttoned quickly enough.

Muttering, he scrambled out of the room as quickly as possible. One of them would be reviewing the tapes in the morning.