Thanks to Hannah Kelfrod, 2BeautifulBrownEyes, and chartreuseian.

NOW! This is probably the funniest thing I have EVER thought of in my time on FFN, so go to youtube, and play White Horse by Taylor Swift... this will help you picture the last scene here.

I don't own the song!

Problems

Will was glaring at Tesla.

Tesla was glaring back at him as he tried to work.

"Is this going to work?" Henry asked, oblivious of the tension.

"If we inject her with a substance toxic to the abnormal it should flee her body, preferably into some liquid where we can contain it," Tesla answered.

"Okay." Will ran a hand through his hair, still glaring.

Helen was smiling brightly. "Nicky does everything right," she said proudly.

Will scowled. "No, he does not! He's a nasty, conniving, vampire."

Nikola turned around with a hurt expression on his face. "Hey! I'm not nasty!"

"You are," Will muttered.

"He isn't!" Helen defended him.

"Okay, just... inject her with it already," Will said angrily.

Helen crossed her arms and looked away. "I believe in you, Nicky." She sniffed.

"Yes, well once you two are done fighting over me-" Tesla said absent mindedly, pulling her arm away from her side and injecting her.

However, Helen cut him off - with a slap. "Don't joke about me like I'm not here!"

Nikola's eyes blazed up with anger and hurt. "Yeah, because you never talk about me like I'm not here!"

"Children! Children!" Will called out, once again running his hand through his hair. Man. As if having Tesla isn't enough of a problem. We have to have Magus lovestruck.

"I'm sorry Nicky," Helen said, looking ashamed. Then she leaned over and kissed him.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Henry quickly began to shield his eyes. "This is enough! Enough!"

"On the contrary!" Nikola's eyes looked about ready to pop out of his head as he grinned in an insane way.

"Bloody hell!" Was Helen's appropriate, considering the circumstances, but not particularly intelligent or helpful comment.

*.*

"Okay." Will looked very tired.

"So, I was infected by the abnormal?" Helen asked again.

"Yes." Will confirmed.

"And we think," Henry added. "That when Tesla injected you, and then you... you know, the abnormal transferred. If we had kept to the plan we think it would have worked."

"Alright. Where is he?" Helen asked slowly.

*.*

"Bloody. Hell." Helen said.

The song from the radio was playing again.

This time...

it was Tesla who was singing along.

That's right. Nikola Tesla, 155 year old, vampire, genius, was singing a Taylor Swift song.

He grinned at Helen in the way which only Tesla could do. Then he started to pout. "But I'm not your princess..." he sang.

"It's too late for you and your white horse!" He sang defiantly.

"Oh whoa, whoa, whoa..."

At the end of the song, he said, "I'm not the one you'll sweep off his feet." and shuffled off.

"Dear god. I think I'm going to have nightmares." Helen said faintly.

I know it's short again... but can't you just picture him singing that?

~Iceshadow~