Henry: Seriously…just write the freakin' story!
Nikola: For once, I must agree with Wolfie, SanctuaryForNikola…hey, when did you change your name?
Me: …just recently…*looks up in faked innocence*
Nikola: What was wrong with the other one? It had me in it!
Me: Yes, well…as I plan to eventually write in other fandoms, I thought a name not attached to any single one would be better…
Nikola: But I'm only in this one! Why on earth would you want to write in others?
Me and Henry: …*sweat-drop*
Henry: …wait…why is there sweat-dropping here? We're not freakin' anime characters!
Nikola: Anime? THAT'S where you're going next? OH NO, there is NO way in hell I am letting you turn me into a 2-D picture!
Me: Eeep! I regret nothing! *cackles, then runs away, being chased by angry Serbian vampire*
*The Gosho boys watch on the sidelines from a distance*
Heiji: Man…an' I thought Hakuba was a prick…
Hakuba: *angry vein appears* What was that, Hattori-san?
Kaito and Shinichi: *sweat-drop*
Nikola: *still chasing* Hey, fencing-boy, you're next!
Heiji: Oi, it's kendo, ya weirdo! *whispering* How can he hear us from over there, anyway?
Kaito: Well, vampires usually have very good hearing…
Heiji: Ya don't actually believe that vampire nonsense, do ya?
Kaito: You obviously don't know Koizumi Akako-san.
Hakuba: Oh please, Kuroba-kun, the lady is not a witch!
Henry: *has good HAP hearing* …? *more confused*
Yep, so that was a random conversation going on in my mind one night at 3:00 in the morning. Poor Henry! Seriously, these people actually EXIST in that bottomless pit, along with The Doctor, Wolverine and Nick Knight (but not the Cullens, thank goodness). I will leave the rest of my ramble for after you've read, but I do want you to know that I still can't log on FF with my own computer. So my guest name will either by SanctuaryForNiko or Ever-the-Phantom...even though the top of ever page still says 'SanctuaryForNikola'...?
I also decided to change the title since ADDison is not one of the main characters *snarky* Awww the poor baby...
"What convinced you to stop taking your medication, Nikola? You're putting everyone in danger with this lunacy!"
"Helen—"
"No, Nikola!" Helen jumped up from the couch, "I don't want to hear your blasted excuses! After all these years, Nikola, you can be such a child! If anyone had been harmed, Nikola—"
"I know." He knew all too well. Even now, he could still distinguish the deep puncture marks on her neck from over a century and, in her case, almost two and a half centuries ago, and still they'd never fully healed. He was immensely thankful that she couldn't see them anymore without his enhanced vision, but there they were, haunting him, as clear as day.
"You're doing vampire experiments again, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not, I promise. Helen—"
"LIAR!"
The remark stun, but Nikola decided to keep quiet and let her anger run its course. She fumed silently for several minutes, most likely expecting him to say something snarky, but he didn't have it in him at the moment. His heart ached as he watched her.
"What's your hidden agenda this time, Nikola? I need the entire truth! Now! Otherwise you know where the front gate is!" Her eyes blazed.
Wonderful! She's ready to kick me out when I didn't cause any of this! I am taking the medication!
"Helen, listen—"
She took that as the start of a "here's my newest crazy experiment" paragraph.
"You know what? I don't even want to know what new depravities you've thought up! Pack your things and GET OUT!"
"I AM TAKING IT!" Nikola roared. His vocal chords had transformed without his knowledge. His vision started tunneling. Helen grabbed her gun and cocked it toward Nikola as he fell to the floor and scooted away. Her pulse was becoming more inviting. She didn't speak.
Nikola curled up into a ball in the corner, eyes shut tight as he fought his own body.
"Something's wrong, Helen," he grunted, "The medication isn't working. I don't know why. And then Addison triggered something just now…I swear, Helen, on Nigel's and James's graves, that I did not come here with an ulterior motive…Now get out while you can. Your scent's driving me crazy." For once, she didn't argue. He vaguely smelled salty tears as she ran from the room, closing the door behind her.
Will was on his way back to Magnus's office again to see if she'd turned up when he ran into her in the hallway. His psych-profiling skills noticed her shuffling feet, drooped shoulders and drying tears.
"Magnus, there you are. I've been looking for you," he proceeded carefully. "It's about Addison…"
"Oh, yes, how is he?" Helen seemed to have forgotten about Addison.
"Cocky as ever, but I think he's learned his lesson for now. His assistants certainly won't be giving us any trouble," Will smiled, "You know, those times I almost mutated into an abnormal, why couldn't they have been cool ones like a vampire or a HAP?" he joked.
"You would only enjoy it if you had the amount of control Nikola or Henry have," Helen replied firmly, "Power like that always comes at a price. An hour ago, you caught of a glimpse of that price, from both species." Will sobered at this.
"How are they?" He decided to avoid the subject of how she had stopped Nikola from tearing Addison apart.
Helen kept a straight face. "Erika's body is reacting to pregnancy hormones. She'll be fine. Nikola's…" She was making an effort to hold back more tears.
He's always got a hidden agenda! Always!
"Magnus, what did he do to you?"
"He didn't do anything–"
"Like hell he didn't."
"He…his body seems to be fighting the medication we made for him at Oxford. That's why he exploded earlier. I'm going to begin running tests now."
"…Anything I can do to help?"
"Yes: Babysit our guests."
Will groaned.
A mere two hours later, Nikola sat in a chair in his room with his head in his hands.
His body had been fighting the medication that contained his blood lust and slowly developing immunity over the years. Nikola had been successfully living life among humans for so long that he ignored the signs, like that time in the Roman catacombs: he'd felt like tearing that Cabal agent apart with his bare teeth and claws until Helen pulled her gun on him, the same gun she'd used ten minutes ago. He'd excused his behavior by saying he'd been "a little excited". He leaned his head against the back of the chair, moving his hands to the back of his head.
What idiots they had been to think that they could defeat such a large part of his true nature with some pills!
His blood work results still sat on the coffee table to his right. Apparently, his body had developed antibodies that rendered the medication almost ineffective upon entering his system. Helen, not yet ready to give up on the whole medication institution altogether, decided to create a new formula from scratch. This would take at least several months, so, naturally, Nikola invited himself to live once again in a Sanctuary. Despite the children's protests, Helen had agreed with him, and the pups couldn't argue with his logic. Nikola was becoming unstable, that had already been proven, and leaving him out in society would be dangerous. Nikola hadn't liked it much, either. Who besides Helen and the Walking Carpet wanted to be stuck with Wolfgang and Scooter for that long?
Either way, until this was settled, Nikola would have to take four times his previous dosage if he wanted to safely be around people again.
And he did want to be around Helen.
Nikola chuckled to himself. Even after all these years of flat-out rejection, his heart hadn't learned. He mostly understood what made her tick, but she was still such mystery. Of course, now that she was a hundred years older, it only made sense. And maybe a subtle part of her attitude toward him had changed, if that kiss was anything to go by. Because she definitely could have found another way to stop him if she had wanted to; she was that stubborn.
He was going to have so much fun falling in love with Helen all over again, not that he had stopped in the first place.
Feeling oddly pleased with himself, Nikola left his room and wandered around the Sanctuary until he passed by William's office and saw its owner inside. He grinned cheekily.
"Hey there, Sport!"
Will just growled without looking up. Nikola laughed as he sauntered off to find and bother his next target.
…And Nikola went all cheeky-prankster as a result of me reading WAY too many Kaitou Kid fanfics.
So my muse for this story has completely, 110% DIED, as of two months ago, hence the cease of updates. After Sanctuary's official cancellation *sniff* I got depressed (not the actual 'I hate myself' kind, just the 'waaaah, Sanctuary's GONE' kind) and ran away to Detective Conan, my first love (of anime/manga), which is still going strong after 17 years!
I decided that a hastily-thrown-together ending was better than none at all (I REALLY hate when someone stops in the middle, don't you?). So this is a multi-shot without much of a conclusion. If you want to write a sequel/continuation of your own, you have my full permission as long as you credit me for my bit here =)
Like my ending? Great! Wanna lynch me instead? That's fine, I would want to lynch the author too if it wasn't me…
I've noticed that all my wonderful ideas come to me between the hours of 2:00 and 5:00 A.M., then by the time I've got it written, down, I realize that I forgot some awesome part of it…does this happen to anyone else?
I think that's all I have to say for now…try to finish those neglected stories before starting new ones~