A/N:Another chapter, yet I have a feeling this one is just me writing aimlessly because A) I am sick and B) I know what I want to write for this fic, but I have two ways of going with it, yet I have no idea which way I should go! So if anyone would like to be my beta to help me, I would GREATLY appreciate it! There would be Cookies for you and my everlasting, undying gratitude!

James Watson made his way out the gates of the London Sanctuary, breathing in the cool night air with a smile. It was nice to let his usually active brain rest momentarily, the reason these late night walks around the city he had lived in, and watched change his whole life. In the morning, he was to depart for the Old City Sanctuary for what would be several months, while his assistant Steven headed things in London.

He still couldn't believe Helen had done it; decided to induce her pregnancy again. He knew she had frozen the embryo after she had discovered she was pregnant to John – he had been there to help her do it – but the thought of her carrying the child of a man that was once his best friend, now known in history as Jack the Ripper, was a thought that made him sick to the stomach. But he had vowed to Helen, and this child, that no matter what John had done, he would not hold that against either of them.

And he would be there for Helen through the morning sickness, hormones, cravings, back aches; all of it. It may have not been his child, but he would treat it as if it were. He knew that is what John –the real John – would have wanted of him.

The cold air stung his cheeks as he rounded another corner, silence surrounding him, so loud that it almost drowned out the mechanical sounds of his exoskeleton. There were no cars driving at this time of night, no people scurrying around to get to work or get home. No, it was peaceful and quiet; something that, at the best of times, the Sanctuary wasn't.

James neared Hyde Park, his thoughts lost on the last minute things he was to do before heading to Old City, when he heard several gunshots ring out, the familiar sound shattering his passive midnight stroll. Running as fast as he dared with the exoskeleton, James attempted to find his bearings in comparison to the shots, which didn't take long for a man who the Famous Sherlock Holmes had been based after. Soon he was racing towards the Park, all thoughts that had previously occupied his mind now tucked away deep into his mind.

::Sanctuary::

Nikola Tesla sat alone in his house – the house that was once filled with laughter and happiness and love. He swigged on his bottle of wine, not finding the usual comfort he did from the beverage and for the first time since becoming a vampire 120 or so years ago, he wished he could get drunk, because maybe then he could forget the fact that his wife and two, only children were dead.

He felt like the only things he was living for were all gone now. His heart ached, he was exhausted emotionally and it dawned on Nikola that he had only felt like this once before; when his brother Dane died. He had only been five at the time, but he remembered the same pain then, though not as strong as it was now.

And it was at times like these, he really missed Helen.

::Sanctuary::

Helen Magnus caressed her barely visible baby bump as she watched her manservant prepare the room for James' arrival. She had missed her friend dearly and she was eager for his arrival. But a small part of her dreaded his visit. She wondered whether he would approve of her decision to bring this child to term, or would he despise her? It scared her that this one choice could make or break a friendship that she had had for more than 100 years.

The truth was, though she was surrounded by Abnormals, many of who had become quite close friends, since the death of Barney 2 months ago, she felt alone. She very rarely got to speak with James anymore, Nikola was god knows where, Nigel was dead – had been for 40 years now, and John was...well dead too, she supposed.

Supposed or hoped? A voice in her head asked but she shook that thought away. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself, she could never wish him to be dead. Before John became Jack, they had had many good times, both alone and with The Five. She had loved him once, and they had been planning on being wed.

Suddenly the telephone beside the bed rang, pulling Helen from her thoughts and with a smile to her manservant, she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Helen, it's I, James." Her friend's voice came over the telephone and for a moment, she stood speechless. James despised most modern technology, especially telephones, so her receiving a call from him was quite rare. So rare, in fact that this was the first time she knew of his using a telephone. He preferred old methods of communication, such as telegrams or letters.

"James. Why this is a surprise! I see Steven has showed you how to operate a telephone!" She teased, smiling despite the fact that he couldn't see her.

"Indeed he did, however that is not the reason I am calling. I'd like to inform you that if you agree to it, I will have two extra passengers with me when I arrive tomorrow." James informed her, his voice tight and closed off.

"Of course, but who is it?"

"I shall explain all when I arrive, but until then, goodbye my dear."

"Goodbye James," Helen said, hanging up, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. James had always been cryptic but that may have been the most cryptic conversation the two had ever had. Shrugging it off, Helen excused herself from the room and headed back to her office, deciding to finish up some paperwork before her guests arrived.

A/N 2: So there it is. Like it? Hate it? Want to know what's going to happen? Then review please! And please let me know if you would like to be my Beta!