The Shadow Men
Chapter 5: Death Shall Have No Dominion
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"Mom?"
Helen Magnus looked up over the top of her lap top and smiled.
Ashley Magnus' long, blonde hair swung from side to side like a pendulum as she crossed the room to Helen's desk. Her daughter's black leather pants and jacket were dusty from the evening's hunt. Her blue eyes bubbled with amusement. When she reached the table, she put her hands on her hips, gazed down at her mother, and grinned.
"You should have seen me bag that ghoul tonight, Mom, it was classic! And Henry said I had lost my touch. Ha!"
Helen sat back in the chair and laughed. Henry would say such a thing. They'd been needling each other like brother and sister since they were small. Why should that change now? She was glad it hadn't.
"And John? Did he go with you?" Helen tried to hide the nervousness she felt. She wanted so much for her daughter to like him, to see in John what she saw in him, an intelligent, strong, passionate man, not the ruthless killer he once was. Truth was she didn't know what Ashley thought of him or of them being together. Everything had happened so fast, her daughter's return so sudden, that they hadn't had a chance to talk about it. Not yet.
"Yeah, he came along. John's…," Ashley paused and looked at Helen, her expression softening as her blue eyes met her mothers. "Dad's good. Really good."
Dad.
The simple word caught Helen off guard and a sudden lump lodged in her throat. Tears formed in her eyes. She closed them. It was too much. Having Ashley back again, having them together like this, like a family, was a dream come true. It was a…
Magnus' eyes flashed open to see Ashley staring down at her. Her bright blue eyes now an eerie, unnatural yellow. Her smile had vanished. In its place was a malicious sneer. She stood still and lifeless. When she opened her mouth to speak, Dana Whitcomb, director of Cabal operations and the woman who had transformed her daughter into the Superabnormal monster she had become, spoke, her voice echoing throughout the room and in Magnus' head.
"Sometimes dead is better," she laughed.
"Helen… Helen!"
John Druitt leaned over Magnus' trembling body, shaking her shoulders until she woke up, her skin drenched in sweat. She opened her eyes and stared at him, working to pull herself back into consciousness. Her heart raced. Her breathing was ragged and uneven.
"John?" She reached her arm out to touch his bare chest, to ensure he was real. She could barely make out his lean form in the moonlight that streamed in from their bedroom window. He put his hand over hers. With the other he brushed the hair out of her eyes, stroking her long, dark locks.
"You were having a nightmare, Helen," he said softly. "You were yelling in your sleep," he trailed off. She nodded, took a moment to compose herself, and then pushed herself up to a sitting position. She reached across the mattress and switched on the small lamp on her nightstand. Her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the dim light.
John put his hand out and wiped her cheeks. She touched her hands to her face and realized she'd been crying.
"Was it the same dream?" he asked gently.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She smiled inside at that. He'd become a very modern man in the past century or so. She shook her head. "No. Not really." She leaned back against the mahogany headboard, the pillows lodged unevenly against her back.
John sat up alongside her. The strap of Helen's nightgown had slipped down onto her arm. He reached out with his finger and eased the lavender ribbon back up over her shoulder, settling his hand on her smooth skin.
"Helen, we don't have to do this. There's a very real possibility, probability in fact, that Miss Grosbeck was wrong, lying even."
"Is that what you think?"
John paused and took a breath. "I don't know. I don't know what to think. I haven't seen the shadow in three days, since she was here." He saw Helen's face sink at that. "I want to believe as much as you that it is Ashley. That somehow a part of her still exists, but…"
"But what?"
"I don't know if I'm prepared to suffer the disappointment if it isn't," he said quietly. "More than that, I don't know if I could bear seeing you suffer it."
She looked down at her hands. He was right. The probability that this was all some elaborate hoax, coincidence, whatever, seemed high. But what if it wasn't?
"Cindy said she could sense Ashley's presence, her emotions, her intentions, but that for some reason she was unable to communicate with her. What if that's because Ashley isn't dead? What if I was right all along, John, and she escaped the EM field? Nikola said it's possible that something happened to her in transit that left her in a permanent state of limbo, a kind of energy mass, unable to transform back into matter. What if after all this time she's finally found her way home?"
John bit his lip. He could hear the desperation, the hope building in Helen's voice.
"Then why would she try to communicate with me and not you, Helen?" he argued, trying to get her to stop and think logically about the situation. "She barely knows me. And what she does know of me is not good." It pained him to say it, but it was true.
Helen swallowed hard. "I've thought about that. You and Ashley are far more alike than either one of you cared to recognize. Kate was the one who saw it. What if you're the only one shecan talk to? Because of the unique physiology she shares with you? You both have the ability to teleport, to transform from matter into pure energy. John, you may be the only one she can communicate with!"
He knew how much this meant to her, but they had worked so hard to push past Ashley's death. Losing a child was hard enough. Losing that child twice would be unbearable.
He sighed. "You want me to approach it, the shadow, and try to communicate with it."
Helen nodded. "Cindy said that's what it wanted."
John took a deep breath. "What if she's wrong, Helen? What if it isn't Ashley at all. What if it's…something else?"
They both knew exactly what he meant.
Helen paused. "I know. It's a risk, and ultimately it's your choice. But if there's a chance, even a remote chance that it's our daughter…"
John nodded. "Then there is no choice. I agree."
Henry Foss looked down with a teacher's sense of pride as his pupil, John Druitt, confidently tapped the computer tablet, completing a scan of the Sanctuary's security settings.
"Excellent!" Henry smiled when he'd finished. "You're really getting the hang of this. Are you sure you weren't a techie geek in a former life?" Foss teased.
Druitt laughed. "If by 'techie geek' you mean adept at cricket and weaponry? Then yes, I was and am a techie geek."
Henry snorted. John took the moment to consider him. Three weeks ago the young man had been lying in the infirmary mistakenly stabbed by him in his terror over the shadow creature. Today, he was sitting by his side as though nothing had happened, teaching him the intricacies of the Sanctuary's software systems.
"Mr. Foss…Henry," John started.
"Yeah," he answered absently, frowning at something on the monitor.
"I want to apologize again for what happened. I can assure you that I would never intentionally harm you. I was distraught and so intent on apprehending the creature that when I came around the corner that night…"
Henry put his hand on John's shoulder. "John, we've been over this a hundred times. It was an accident. I know that. You were scared. I get it. Really, I'm okay. We're okay."
Druitt let go of a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "You are a most forgiving man, Mr. Foss."
Henry tilted his head. "Eh, life's short. There is one thing you could do for me though…"
John nodded. "Certainly. What is it?"
"Call me Henry. Mr. Foss is, I dunno," Henry shook himself like he'd just been doused with ice water. "Just makes me itchy, ya know?"
John grinned. "Sorry, old habits. Henry it is."
"And how are you two getting along?"
The men turned to see Magnus walk in, her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders cascading down her blue blouse. She smiled at them, but there was a heaviness in her eyes that was unmistakable. The more she wanted John to see the shadow figure again, the more it seemed to stay away. It was one more thing he felt guilty about.
"John's getting his geek on. Next thing you know he'll be beating me at Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood," Henry quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
John stared at him blankly. "Assassins' what?"
Magnus grinned and walked over to them. John and Henry. In another life they could have been like father and son. If only….She stopped herself. Her obsession over the shadow creature somehow being Ashley was becoming just that, an obsession. Even Will had expressed concern over it. John hadn't seen the figure in over a week now, and for his sake, she was glad it had disappeared. Maybe it was just a figment of his imagination after all. A physical manifestation of stress, as Will referred to it. But part of her, the selfish part, the part that hoped beyond hope for a miracle, wished it would return. Her love for her child superseded all, even her love for John.
It was then she noticed it, the change in John's expression. Druitt was no longer looking at her or Henry but at a corner of the room, his eyes mixed with fear and expectation.
"John?"
"It's here," he answered quietly.
Magnus' heart sped up. She glanced at Henry who sat perfectly still, holding his breath.
"Do you see anything?" she whispered.
Henry shook his head.
She resisted the urge to turn around and look at whatever John saw, scared she might frighten it away. But if it was her daughter…
"John…"
"I know," he nodded. He rose slowly, handing Henry the tablet in one swift, silent motion as he did so.
"Where is it?" Magnus asked, still keeping her eyes locked with his.
"The far corner of the room."
"Can you look at it straight on?" In most of his encounters with the entity he could only see it fleetingly, out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes," he said softly. He glanced down at Helen. "I'm going to try."
She nodded, reached out, and squeezed his arm. He smiled briefly at her. She knew how much he feared this. She did as well. If the psychic was wrong, if it wasn't Ashley…. She closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer to whatever gods might be listening that it was.
John walked slowly, cautiously, toward the edge of the room. If this was somehow his daughter, her energized body, even her soul, he needed to know. More importantly, Helen needed to know. If it wasn't, if it was what he feared the most, an energy creature returned to possess him...He stopped, shutting that thought out of his mind. He'd been thinking he needed to do this for Helen, but as he walked toward the mysterious entity he realized with sudden clarity that he needed to do this for himself as well. Until he faced the creature, whatever it was, he would never be free of its darkness.
Druitt moved toward the murky shape hovering like a black void in the recesses of the room. He heard a faint rustle of clothes behind him and knew that Helen had turned around and was watching him as was Henry. The shadow didn't move, didn't waver. It stood motionless, absorbing all light.
He approached it slowly, step by step. When he was within a few feet of it, he stopped. Should he say something? Talk to it? Try to communicate? Or should he physically approach it, touch it?
He started to reach out his hand when the figure shimmered as though it might flee.
"No, stay! Please." he called out anxiously. It seemed to hesitate a moment. "I don't mean you any harm. I need to know who you are, what you are. What it is that you want." It remained motionless, vaguely humanoid now in shape. "Ashley?" John finally whispered his voice cracking. "Is it you?"
Suddenly the figure rushed toward him. He instinctively stepped back but not before it moved through his body. The surge of energy that hit him was like a gust of wind. As quickly as it passed into him, it moved out. The sensation caught him so off guard, left him so overwhelmed, he didn't have a chance to turn and warn her. As he did, all he could see was the shadowy figure moving on, heading straight toward Helen. She couldn't see it. Wouldn't know what was about to happen.
"Helen!" was all he could manage before the wall of blackness hit her.
Magnus watched as John walked cautiously toward the corner of Henry's lab and stopped, speaking in a hushed tone to what looked like empty space. Suddenly he jumped back, as though something had threatened him. She darted toward him, afraid that the entity had attacked him, possessed him, when he turned and called her name, the oddest expression on his face.
Suddenly a wave of unseen energy passed through her, a wash of warmth and light so achingly familiar her body trembled from the touch. As quickly as it moved into her, it moved out, and she was left with an emptiness that brought her to her knees with joy and grief.
"Doc!"
Henry jumped down from his stool and rushed to Magnus' side. John ran over and dropped to his knees in front of her holding her by the shoulders to keep her from completely collapsing.
"Helen?"
She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide.
"She moved through me, John! My God, I felt her. I can smell her!" She reached down and caressed the sleeve of her shirt like she was stroking a child's hair. "It was her! Ashley! Smell my clothes, John," Helen said, tugging at her white blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks. "She's on me…She's all over me. I felt her. It's my baby!"
John looked over at Henry. He knelt beside Magnus but was staring at Druitt.
"John?" he whispered, his voice choked, his eyes red with tears.
Druitt pulled Helen into his arms and nodded, struggling to keep his own tears at bay.
"It's her, Henry. It's our daughter."
Nikola Tesla tapped the end of his pencil against his right hand, thinking. He didn't believe in ghosts or souls or any other superstitious nonsense. He did, however, believe in science. If what Helen and John had experienced was indeed Ashley Magnus, there was a reasonable, if not abnormal, explanation for it. One which did not include it being Ashley's 'aura' or her 'life force' floating about the Sanctuary halls like that overly dramatic Cindy Grosbeck had suggested. God forbid!
"You said you felt something like an energy wave pass through you, but you were unable to communicate with it?" Nikola asked John.
"Yes," he nodded in agreement. Helen sat on the couch beside him. Will, Henry, Kate, and Big Guy stood or sat quietly nearby. They had all gathered in Helen's office to listen to what had happened and help, if they could, solve the mystery of the Shadow Men once and for all.
"Heinrich, did you see anything?" Tesla shot at him.
"No," Henry shook his head. "Not a thing but…" he stopped.
"What?" Tesla asked, urging him on.
Henry looked over at Magnus. "The look on Doc's face…I just knew."
Tesla sighed. Knowing, sensing, feeling were all rather intangible. Usually he could count on Helen to help him ferret out the truth, be the objective one, but in her current, emotional state, she was of little to no help at all. It appeared that he would have to lead this investigation. Why the burden always fell on him to pick up the pieces and develop a solution he didn't know. The yoke of genius, he surmised.
"Helen," he turned to her again. He wasn't a medical doctor, so he couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive she was in some kind of shock.
After a moment, she looked up at him. Her eyes were red, presumably from crying, and oddly distant. She clung tightly to Druitt, their hands interlaced together in a desperate lock. There were many things Nikola Tesla understood, but love, especially this bizarre, unnatural attraction Helen had for John, was an enigma he would never solve. Druitt was tall. That was all he had ever concluded. She seemed to be attracted to tall.
"You said you felt her? What did you mean?"
"I'm sorry, Nikola, what did you say?" Helen mumbled.
Tesla took a deep breath. He didn't have a child. Had no urge to procreate. Yet he was intelligent enough to fathom what the loss of a child would mean to a parent. And he knew Helen well enough to know how deeply it had affected her despite her valiant efforts to hide it. She'd never gotten over it. If anyone thought otherwise they were a fool.
He walked over to her and knelt down by her side so he could look her in the eye and make sure she understood.
"I need you to focus, Helen. If you're right, if what you and John experienced is indeed Ashley, I need your help in bringing her back. Help me, Helen."
That was all it took. Magnus' eyes cleared and her back straightened. She took a deep breath and exhaled, expulsing whatever thoughts and regrets she had been contemplating for the past hour.
"Right," she replied, her voice strong. She untangled her hand from John's . "What do you need to know?"
Nikola smiled. This was the Helen Magnus he knew and loved. All business and ready to conquer the world. He stood up and walked back over to Magnus' desk, picking up his file.
"You said you could feel her. What did you mean?"
Helen stood up and followed him, her hands clasped tightly together in thought.
"I don't know exactly. I'm not sure how to explain it, Nikola. She didn't communicate with me, not verbally, but when she passed through me I could feel her presence, for lack of a better term. It was almost like an electronic vibration or echo of her physical being. John?"
Druitt nodded. "I agree. I can't think of any other way to describe it."
"Yeah, but how do we get her back?" Kate asked, sitting on the arm of the sofa next to Henry. "If it is her, what exactly is she?"
"She's matter converted to pure energy. Just like Johnny here is when he…" Tesla stopped suddenly, his eyes wide.
Magnus squinted at him. "Nikola?"
Tesla smiled. "That's it! My God. Why is everything so incredibly simple?"
Kate leaned over and whispered to Biggie. "Mad scientist speak or what?"
The Big Guy shrugged.
Tesla pointed at Druitt. "She's like you when you convert to energy to teleport, John. Problem is she's in stasis, she can't convert back. But you can."
Helen looked from Nikola to John and back again comprehension spreading across her face.
"Of course! That's why she's been trying to contact you. You can pull her out!"
John stood up. "How?
"By teleporting with her. Just like you do when you teleport with one of us. If you can transform us into energy and back into matter, you can do it with Ashley," Helen said excitedly.
"Precisely," Tesla smiled, leaning back against Helen's desk, his arms folded triumphantly across his chest.
Henry shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "She needs to hitch a ride. Wow. Amazing!"
"I would have phrased it more eloquently, Heinrich, but essentially, yes," Tesla frowned.
John stared at Helen. "Do you really think so? Could it be that easy? Ashley somehow trapped? Unable to rematerialize?"
Helen nodded. "I think so, yes."
"But why can't she?" Kate asked. "She was able to do it before? Why not now?"
Tesla rubbed his chin and looked from Kate to Helen.
"That is actually a very good question from the tattered jean section of our studio audience."
Kate frowned.
"There's only one way to find out," Tesla told Helen.
"Pull her out."
"Precisely."
"But how do we find her?" Helen asked, talking to herself as much as she was to her team. "If we're right, she's existing as pure energy operating on instinct more than conscious thought, correct?"
"Instinct that led her back home," Henry chimed in.
"Exactly," Tesla agreed. "We can use that instinct, her inherent knowledge that this is where she needs to be, that John is the one who can help her, to lure her to him and when she does..."
"I dematerialize with her energy form and rematerialize with Ashley intact?" John finished.
Helen nodded. "That's the theory."
"I believe your energy, your ability is what she needs to transform her back into a physical state," Tesla explained.
John rubbed his hands together. "All right. When do we start?"
"Now," Magnus answered. "Nikola, you, John, and Henry work on setting up an area where the materialization can take place. I need you to think about any risks we may be missing, to Ashley or John, in doing this. I want them both back, alive and well."
"Of course," Nikola nodded. "Gentlemen?"
The three men walked out of the room and Magnus turned to Kate.
"Kate, I need you two to prep the infirmary. We have no way of knowing what being in stasis for so long has done to Ashley physically. If this succeeds, she may need medical attention. I want the O.R. and everything in the medical area ready for any eventuality."
"You got it. C'mon Big Guy." They left.
Helen turned to Will. He'd been silent during the entire conversation. It wasn't like him. Not like him at all.
"What can I do to help?" he asked softly.
Magnus walked over to him, her high heels clicking on the floor until she stood face to face with him, taking in his bleak demeanor. "First, you can tell me what's wrong. You didn't say a word just now. That's not like you, Will."
He shrugged. "You and Tesla seemed to have it pretty much covered. There wasn't much else I could offer, can offer."
"That's where you're wrong," Magnus corrected him. "If we're right, if this succeeds, I'm going to need your help. Ashley will need your help."
Will tilted his head in query.
Magnus took a deep breath and continued, her arms folded across her chest. "I don't know which Ashley Magnus we're going to be pulling out of the ether, Will. My daughter or the monster the Cabal made her. The thought of that scares me to death. Either way, she's going to need your help. So may I, depending upon what happens."
He nodded, understanding her meaning now. "You got it."
"Good," she smiled. "Now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"
He stood still for a moment, looking down, hands buried in his pockets, his blue shirt billowing over his white tee.
"You were right, Magnus. You were right all along."
She tilted her head. "About?"
"About Ashley. You were sure she'd gotten through the EM field. That she'd made it through somehow. You wanted to believe she was alive, search for her, and I…"
"And you supported me every step of the way in what anyone else would have thought of as a hopeless endeavor," Magnus walked closer to him and rested her hand on Will's arm. "You helped me look when even I knew I was grasping at straws. We did everything we could. If I was ultimately right, it was pure chance, Will, nothing more."
He nodded.
"I want you with me on this. I need you with me. If Ashley comes through," she stopped and corrected herself. "When Ashley comes through, I need you there."
"You can count on me," Will promised.
Helen smiled. "I know I can."
"So what's going on?" Will Zimmerman whispered to Henry as he unloaded the computer equipment outside the infirmary.
"We're going to make a call to Ash, at least, that's the plan."
Will looked at him, puzzled. "How?" he asked, automatically reaching over to help Henry lift the CPU off the cart and onto the table.
"When Druitt teleports, he emits an electrical signal unique only to him," he said, reaching behind the unit to hook it into the monitor. "Tesla and I think that Ashley, Energy Ashley, somehow locked onto John's signal, and since John is living here now at the Sanctuary…."
Will nodded. "It led her home. Wow."
Henry smiled. "Yeah. Wow is one word for it. Frak'n unbelievable is another," he paused and frowned. "Are two others. Anyway, we're going to replicate John's energy signature and boost it. See if it flushes her out."
"And then?"
Henry took a deep breath and sighed. "The rest is up to Druitt."
The door opened and Magnus walked in, Tesla and Druitt following closely behind.
"Are we ready?" she asked, her voice anxious.
"Just about," Henry replied. "Just need to boot her up." He flipped a switch, waited for the system to come up, and entered his password. "Okay," he turned to Magnus. "We're good to go."
Tesla stepped forward. "Turn on the frequency generator and set it to the preprogrammed coordinates."
Henry entered in the commands. "Done."
"Now, boost the signal 50 percent above normal."
"Boosting."
Henry looked up at Tesla. "It's ready."
"What now?" Will asked.
Tesla pulled up a chair, sat down, and opened the bottle of wine he'd packed with the computer equipment.
"We sip and we wait."
It had been over an hour since they'd started. Tesla sat in a corner drinking the last of his Chablis. Henry and Will remained at the desk monitoring the equipment and playing a game of cards. Helen and John sat off to the side, talking quietly.
"Helen…"
She was lost in thought once again. Had been since the moment she'd felt Ashley move through her.
Since then the memories of her daughter had washed over her like a waterfall. Ashley's birth in the Sanctuary with her good friend Jennifer, a mid wife, and James Watson by her side, holding her hand through each contraction….taking her first steps in Helen's office as she cruised around the furniture and suddenly let go, surprising herself almost as much as she'd surprised Helen….playing hide and seek with the Big Guy as he cleaned their home, her incessant giggles giving her away….and lying in bed together with a story, Helen stroking her daughter's hair so lightly they soon both fell asleep.
"Helen," John repeated.
She looked up at him. "Yes?"
He tilted his head, regarding her. "What are you thinking?"
She took a deep breath and exhaled. "How much I miss her," she said quietly.
John reached out and squeezed Helen's hand. "I'll bring her back."
Magnus looked up at him and smiled. "I know you'll try, John. That's all I can ask."
It was then he felt his daughter's presence. Knew she was nearby. John turned toward the door of the infirmary and saw her standing inside, a dark, vaguely humanoid mass. He let go of Helen's hand and gradually stood up, moving slowly toward the room. Carefully, he opened the door…
Helen, Will, Henry and Nikola all moved toward the observation window, watching as John methodically crossed the room moving toward one of the sick beds. He stopped, spoke so softly they couldn't hear what he said, and then slowly reached out his hand to what looked like empty air. In an instant, he transformed, vanishing as he did so.
At that moment, Nikola felt Helen slip her hand into his. He wrapped his fingers around hers and squeezed it tight in return.
Suddenly, a flash of bluish light sparkled in the air. Druitt rematerialized alone. Helen's grasp on Nikola's hand tightened. Then John turned around.
In his arms was their daughter.
Helen let go of Nikola and ran through the infirmary door, her heart pounding. John was on the floor now holding Ashley in his arms, crying.
Magnus sank to her knees beside them and looked up at John, tears streaming down his face.
"Is she alive? Helen? Is she alive?"
She reached out, her hand trembling, and felt Ashley's neck, searching for a pulse. After a moment, she found it. The heartbeat was slow but strong. "Yes…" she managed, her voice shaking. "She's alive, John. Our baby girl is alive!"
"Ashley!" she called to her daughter, holding her face in her hands. "Ashley, can you hear me?"
The young woman's eyes fluttered and Helen held her breath. Memories of her nightmare, the terrible nightmare, flooded over her. Ashley's yellow eyes, the eyes of a Cabal monster, and the voice of Dana Whitcomb echoed in her head.
"Ashley?" she called to her again. "Can you hear me? It's me. It's mom."
Suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes. When she did so, all Magnus saw were bright blue eyes staring up at her own.
"Mom?" Ashley replied weakly.
Helen wrapped her arms around her daughter and cried.
Epilogue
"How is she?" Nikola asked his bags in tow ready to depart the Sanctuary once more.
"She's doing well. Growing stronger every day," Helen smiled. "Will is working with her, but so far, she remembers nothing about her time with the Cabal, the attack on the Sanctuaries, her experience in stasis. She may never."
"That's not necessarily a bad thing," Nikola remarked.
Helen nodded. "No, not a bad thing at all."
"And there's still no trace of the changes they made to her DNA?"
"None whatsoever. I think you may have been right, Nikola. The weapon you made to stop the Superabnormals initiated a molecular change in Ashley. Her DNA began rejecting, throwing off, the Superabnormal DNA. It explains why she stopped them from killing me. Why she changed at the very last moment."
Nikola pursed his lips. "Unfortunately with that change came the loss of her powers. So once she teleported…"
"She was unable to transform back. She was left in limbo as pure energy," Helen finished. "It's a miracle we found her."
Tesla rolled his eyes. "I don't believe in miracles, Helen. Genius, now that's something I can get my mind wrapped around."
Helen smiled, reached up, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you, Nikola. For everything."
"So this makes us even on the Kulkukan business?" he grinned.
"Not quite, old boy," John Druitt said walking into Helen's office. "But close."
Nikola lifted his hand and shook his finger at Druitt, glaring as his former colleague approached. "Nothing, I repeat, nothing will make up for the 72 hours I spent trapped in that amusement park Hell you put me in! If I ever hear 'It's a Small World' again I swear I will…"
Druitt laughed. "Fine. Point taken. We're even." He walked up to Tesla, towering over him and reached out his hand.
"I owe you one, Tesla. You brought back my daughter, and for that, well, I owe you everything really."
Nikola looked at John then took his old friend's hand and shook it. "We'll call it even, Johnny."
Druitt nodded.
"Well then," he clasped his hands together. "I'm off."
"And where are you going? Out of curiosity." Helen inquired.
"Oh, here and there," Tesla replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I hear there's been a vampire sighting in my old homeland of Serbia. I may just drop by and, you know, pay a visit to the Motherland."
Helen smiled. "You'll never change, will you?"
Tesla grinned. "I doubt it. It keeps you on your toes doesn't it?"
She laughed. "Indeed it does, Nikola."
"Until next time," Tesla announced loudly, grabbing his bag and bowing ceremoniously before he left.
Helen shook her head and leaned back against her desk. Druitt nodded his goodbye to Nikola then walked up to his lover, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled up at him and weaved her arms around him in kind, resting her body against his solid chest.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered moving his arms to Helen's back, caressing her body in light, wide strokes.
She sighed at the touch. "How blessed I am. How blessed we are."
"Blessed?" John repeated, surprised. He stepped back so he could look at her. "That's not a word I've heard you use often."
"No. It's not," she replied thoughtfully. "But it's the only word I can think of that describes this…us…Ashley."
John smiled, put a hand to her cheek, then leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Blessed." He agreed.
She smiled up at him and took his hands in hers.
"Let's go see our daughter, shall we?"
He nodded, letting Helen lead him through the door.
END