Title: Nova Vita

Author: Shannon – shannyfish

Disclaimer: I do not own "Sanctuary" or its characters, Syfy and other people do. This is merely for entertainment purposes only.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Magnus, Druitt, and Tesla are captured. A group (possibly the Cabal) capture them and attempt to find a way to reproduce a super abnormal from source blood parents. Takes place after "Neutiquam Erro".

Warning: Season 1-3 is fair for sure, if I have spoilers for 4, it's by complete accident.

Author's Note: So…this chapter took longer because my Mac power adapter died. There was three hours of driving each way in order to acquire a new one! 0_o

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Chapter 10 – "Wait...that wasn't the plan!"

"It wasn't supposed to go like this."

The voice was familiar. It was almost too familiar. It was a voice that she held close to her heart. Helen blinked and tried to allow her mind to take in the voice. It hadn't been there before. No, it wasn't Will. It was someone else. Someone she was closer to.

"Declan and the Big Guy expected Magnus and Druitt out on the next flight. Will told them not to worry, that it would give Magnus some time to rest after everything. They got worried when Will stopped returning calls and we happened to stop in."

Henry.

Her darling Henry.

"She's so still," a girl's voice said. Helen could see her and she blinked again. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Ashley…no, not Ashley. The pain and sorrow of Ashley's loss hit her again and her eyes teared. No, this wasn't her daughter, not biologically. Halia. John's daughter. She was supposed to be with Henry and Erika. Not here.

"Doc, you've gotta wake up," Henry told her. He came into view now.

"Otherwise, I'm going to have resort to methods that you're not going to be too thrilled about," another voice said. This voice, it was Tesla. She couldn't see him though.

"What's wrong with her?" another voice asked. A woman's voice. Erika. Henry had brought both Halia and Erika back to the Sanctuary. Helen didn't think that was too safe though.

"Probably brought on by depression," Tesla said. "She was fine at first, wasn't she?"

"She was, just really upset and completely exhausted," another voice said. John. John was there too.

"Doc, you gotta wake up," Henry said again. He was leaning over her and shaking her slightly. "Snap out of it. We're taking you to see your baby… We'll figure out this whole Will going rogue thing later."

"It's not working," John said. He came into view now. How worried they all looked, but especially John.

She was slightly aware of her clothes being shifted. She didn't care what Nikola was up to. She could see him now. He looked extremely irritated. He was moving things and he suddenly looked very determined. "Everyone just stand back!" Nikola said.

"What are you going to do?" came a chorus of the same question.

"Clear!" he yelled before she felt herself being zapped. She was then injected with something. Nikola looked down at her. "Come on, Helen. Time to come back and yell at me for doing this to you," Nikola said. He zapped her again and suddenly Nikola was arguing with everyone around him. "It's not like I don't know what I'm doing," he told them and then zapped her again.

Her eyes closed for a moment as the pain cascaded through her body. She blinked rapidly and it was like the world took on a sharper color. Helen quickly closed her eyes before slowly opening them again.

"Are you back yet?" Nikola asked, his tone conveyed his irritation with her.

"Maybe," she could barely get out.

"Good enough," Nikola said as he pulled thin squares from her skin and straightened her clothing. He forced her quickly up into a sitting position and the world around her swam. He turned to John. "What are you waiting for?"

"UK Sanctuary? Front gates?" John asked.

"That's what Declan said," Henry spoke up.

Everything was still spinning and she was still trying to figure out what was really going on. She didn't fight John when he scooped her up and then carefully shifted her so he held her against him with one hand. Another held onto Tesla. John looked over at Halia who was holding onto Henry and Erika. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" John asked.

Halia smiled. "How do you think we got here?"

"Well, Erika and I did find holes in Tesla's revamped security protocols," Henry spoke up.

"There were no holes!" Tesla started to argue.

And then they were off.

. . .

"That was rather rude," Tesla complained once they materialized in front of the gates of the UK Sanctuary in London.

John sighed and pressed the intercom button to announce their presence. "Do you really think Helen wants to listen to you argue?"

She was being held with both arms now, John was being so careful with her and she found herself grateful for her two oldest friends. No matter what happened, it seemed like they could always come together to work out what needed to be done. She looked up at the Sanctuary she knew the best. The front gates opened and all of them started in.

"Welcome home, Helen," John whispered down to her.

They entered the UK Sanctuary and were greeted by Declan, who then started to fuss over her.

"Don't worry, I shocked her senses back in her," Tesla said proudly.

"Let's get her down to medical," Declan said as he looked at her.

"Our baby's here?" John asked.

Declan nodded. "Will told us that you and Magnus would be on the next flight here…or you'd teleport her here…depending on how she felt. When that didn't happen…and I stopped getting my calls returned, I got worried. We would have never removed her from Old City if we'd have known you weren't both following immediately."

"Can we see her?"

"Let's get Magnus down to medical and I'll start scans," Declan suggested. "I'll let the Big Guy know you're all here and he can bring the little one down?"

John nodded. Helen held tight to him. It almost seemed like a dream. They were going to be able to finally see their baby. She was going to be able to finally hold her.

. . .

"I'm telling you it was catatonia brought on by depression," Tesla argued.

"Can you please stop talking about me like I'm not sitting right here?" Helen asked as she sat on the edge of the bed. Declan had already checked her over and said that she looked just fine. Tesla apparently thought that maybe she needed anti-depressants instead.

Erika, Henry, and Halia were off somewhere else. Most likely settling in. She was glad that Henry was there. She knew he'd take care of Halia. It would help her and John focus on what was happening, though she did feel bad for not being able to spend and focus their time on Halia. They hadn't really planned on this child and she felt like she was cheating Halia out of attention she deserved and probably needed.

"I just want to ensure that you're not going to sudden stop speaking…eating…moving…" Tesla went on.

"But I'm speaking and moving now," Helen pointed out.

"You were so depressed, you hit rock bottom."

Helen just glared at him and then decided it was a better idea to ignore him. Her eyes lit up when Bigfoot walked in holding her baby all bundled up in a pink blanket. She got up, but then was told to sit back down so she did. She'd do anything to hold her baby. Slowly, the baby was set in her arms with care.

Her child looked up at her for the very first time. She couldn't help the tears. It was like the world around her faded. She felt like this when she first held Ashley, too. She honestly didn't think that she could love this unexpected gift as much as she did, but this was what she was living for. This small innocent child.

"Eventually, we need to name her," John said softly. He'd moved behind her so that he could see the baby too.

"I'm afraid I may never let her go," Helen told him.

John smiled. "She's beautiful."

"She's perfect."

"You know if you're thinking about names, Nikola can still work for a girl," Tesla spoke up as he strode towards them. "You could call her Niki for short."

Helen shook her head, but the smile wouldn't leave her face. "We're not naming her after you."

"Come on! We've been friends for over a hundred and fifty years! Why wouldn't you name your child after me?"

She just kept smiling and staring at the bundle of joy in her arms. Not even Nikola's arrogance could darken this moment for her. A name wasn't even a priority right now, but she was sure that it would be nice and absolutely proper for her daughter to have one soon. "What about Olivia?" she asked. She looked back to John; he was still smiling and looked far too happy. He looked like how she felt right now.

"I think that's perfect," John told her.

"What kind of name of Olivia?" Nikola asked. "It's Latin and means Olive. What are you hoping for peace in this world?"

"Would that be so bad?" Helen asked. She looked back down at her daughter. She ran a finger along her cheek. "Peace wouldn't be so bad, would it, Olivia?"

. . .

"You have to sleep eventually, Darling," John said in a whisper.

Declan had assigned her to her old room, apparently James had never allowed anyone else to stay in it. It had been maintained over the decades, but she had to admit that she did greatly appreciate the familiar surroundings. A cradle had been brought in and made up, though Helen hadn't had the heart to put little Olivia down yet.

"I haven't even allowed you to hold her yet," Helen said as she stared down at their daughter. She still felt like if she put Olivia down that she'd wake up and find it was merely a dream or worse…that she'd just disappear.

"I will admit that I would like to," he said gently. "But I understand that you need to hold her more than I do."

Helen looked up at him with a smile. "I suppose the connection between mother and child tends to be greater…especially when they're younger, but you deserve to have time with her too." A bit reluctantly, she held out their daughter to him and watched as he carefully took her. "Make sure you support her head," she told him as she watched where he placed his arms.

At least Olivia had been here with Bigfoot and Declan. It had put her mind at ease. Bigfoot had helped her with Ashley when she was an infant, so she knew that he was more than capable. He'd spoken to her privately early…after she and John had agreed on a name. He'd been concerned that she was cross. She couldn't blame them, even if she wanted to. Will, on the other hand, she had to admit that if she'd been able to lay into him before she had Olivia back, she was fairly sure that she may have killed him…or come close. She remembered that he'd babbled on about it being for a reason, but she couldn't think of a valid reason to pull her child from her before she could hold her or name her. It just wasn't right.

"I was worried," she admitted quietly as she stared straight ahead. "Holding a newborn when they're born is such a great bonding moment between mother and child. I was afraid that perhaps she wouldn't know who I was. I didn't want her to cry in my arms…"

"I doubt a child has ever cried in your arms," John told her.

Helen smiled up at him and watched him as he swayed with Olivia. "I'm still trying to take in that we have a child…another child…"

"Does it make you sad like you thought she would?"

She thought about his question for a moment. "No," she said as she continued to think. "I was worried that I would be reminded of Ashley…but there's so much joy… I want her to grow up happy and to know you and Halia…and I want to tell them both about the sister they'll never know."

"Halia's already asked Henry questions," John said.

"She's a smart girl."

John hummed as he swayed and then after a moment he carefully laid Olivia in the cradle. "There you are."

"You're a natural," she commented from where she sat. Helen was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but she had been afraid if she lay down even for a moment that she wouldn't be able to get up again. She got to her feet, though she didn't want to be away from Olivia. She'd acquired a gun earlier and had hidden it under one of the pillows. If someone tried to enter her room, she'd be able to defend her child.

John looked at her. He'd been looking at her like that all day. He was worried. She hated that she'd caused him to worry so intensely about her. "I should let you sleep."

"Don't go," she whispered as she stared at him.

"Helen—"

"I mean it, John," she said. "I'm terrified that she'll be taken away again. If you're here…at least I'll know that it'll be that much harder for someone to take her."

"No one is taking her anywhere."

Helen reached out and grasped his hand. "Please stay."

Finally, he nodded in agreement. She smiled and dropped his hand before moving to one side of the bed. She striped down to just a shirt and her panties before sliding into bed. She watched as John merely removed his shoes and then lay on top of the bedding. "We're both adults, John."

"I am well aware," John said. "But, you're exhausted and earlier today you were in some sort of catatonic state… I think some rest is in order and I don't want to distract you in anyway."

Helen just let it go. He was right, she was exhausted. She needed sleep, though with a newborn they'd be woken up several times. It may not be the best idea with how tired she was, but she wanted Olivia close by.

She lay back in bed and made herself comfortable. Relaxing took a little bit longer. She curled up against John and tried to let everything go. Helen tried to focus on being tired, hoping that it would help. It didn't at first, but eventually she fell asleep thinking of Olivia.

. . .

TBC…