Helen did eventually ask after the names and places in that confusing diary entry, and others as well, without hinting at the contents. At times she asked Will for corroboration, though there was far less that he could confirm or deny for her. He did show her how to access the Sanctuary database and how to search by keyword. She spent hours plugging names into it learning what she had done, where she had been, who she had known. It seemed most of the people who had witnessed her adventures were dead by now. Not always because she had left them behind in her longevity.

She continued her morning sessions with Will, talking through her feelings about the things she learned of her past. He encouraged her to discuss what she learned so others could add what they knew, answer her questions, or confirm those suspicions and intuitions that made them all hopeful that her memory was trickling back.

But it was all emotion, no details. Names were meaningless until the associations were explained to her. She remembered general facts but not information personal to her life.

Nikola's name naturally came up frequently in their talks. He was, after all, the best source of information on her past. He spent hours telling her stories and answering her questions. When she grew restless with sipping tea (or wine) and chatting, he even gently guided her through her own lab. He'd said nothing the first time, hanging back to see if her research rang any bells. But when it didn't, he stepped in to steer her towards work she could easily complete by muscle memory and common sense. It helped her feel a tad less useless, helpless. She couldn't do anything that would further any experiments she couldn't remember she was running, but she could manage some more mundane tasks that would be of general use to the lab.

In one therapy session, Helen mentioned her worries of ruined experiments. She didn't even know what sort of observations to record. It seemed likely that every project would have to be scrapped and started anew. A gap of several weeks in the observational data did not give anything strong scientific credence. Will reassured her that Henry and Biggie were keeping an eye on Helen's lab for her. She left with assurances that one of the other men would return her research notes they had borrowed to make sure they knew what they were doing. Helen was quite glad she was a scientist; her habit of writing everything down was immeasurably valuable right now.

Watching the vampire accost Helen outside of her office after her latest appoint, Will was worried about the way Nikola seemed to be doting on Helen. Tesla always had an angle. Him trying to get close to Magnus certainly wasn't new behavior, but when she didn't even know why she should be wary of the vampire's charms Will couldn't help but feel protective of her. He went looking for Will and Kate so he could voice his concerns. But he found his worry unmatched.

"I get what you are saying, Will, but honestly I haven't seen anything to worry about. Looks like he is being a gentleman for once." Henry said.

Henry was worried enough about Magnus as things stood. He didn't need Will shaking the small faith Henry put in Nikola to look out for the woman who had raised the HAP like a son. It would only distract him from his tests on the artifact. Besides Tesla may be an asshole, but he wasn't a complete sociopath. Nikola Tesla cared about Helen Magnus and Henry suspected he cared enough to put a lot of effort into keeping Helen healthy and happy.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed he's barely even flirting with her." Kate spoke up "I mean, I've gotten worse from him in the past and I'm definitely not his type. I mean, sure he is still charming and all, but he hasn't been inappropriate once."

Kate regarded Will, wondering how much of this was the protective protege and how much was the man with feelings for his immortal boss. Will had never seemed especially hung up on Magnus, but the woman had a way about her. All the other immortal men vied for her, mortal dudes didn't stand a chance.

"And frankly, and far more damning," she continued, "I haven't seen him touch a glass of wine in a good couple of days. Which for Vlad is extreme."

"Hey, yeah. I haven't had to clear an empty bottle out of my lab since probably Tuesday." Henry agreed. He had been too stressed out to notice. Man, Tesla must really be worried too, he realized

"I think he's trying to impress her." Kate said as she leaned forward on her elbows, smug and sure. "Be on his best behavior and all that."

"Its all just an act." Will asserted, ready to believe the worst of Tesla's intentions. "He's not lying to her outright, but by not showing his true self he is lying by omission. We already know he's a danger to her, he's tried to kill her once before - that we know of. And now she doesn't even know what to be wary of. We'd better watch out for her."

His face was brooding as he left to return to his office.

Henry and Kate shared a look.

"Do you think Tesla has some sort of devious plan?" Henry asked Kate for reassurance.

"Always." Kate snorted, but stepped closer to Henry to give him a pat on the shoulder. "But I don't think it has anything to do with her. Whatever plans he had in the works, I think he'd put them on hold to deal with this...

I think nothing in this world is more important to Tesla than Helen Magnus."