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She peeled her eyes apart slowly, cautiously. She was having trouble recognizing the sounds around her. They were familiar, in a way but she still couldn't place herself. The light hurt her eyes and she gave up on that, instead trying to wet her cracked lips. Her tongue though, was uncooperative. She groaned softly, her vocal cords tight from lack of use.

"Helen," she heard her name. Whoever had said it was close by. Male, she decided. Nikola. She could smell him, the wine, the fresh suit, that peppery and refreshing scent she knew by heart.

"Nikola," she tried but it came out more as "Niiikkkllaa," distorted and painful on her throat. She tried to move but stopped almost straight away, the small changes increasing the blistering heat in her body. She groaned again and went back to the eye opening thing.

Part of her mind observed objectively that it had been a good long while since she'd felt this sore. The lethargy in her bones she put down to whatever medication had knocked her out so soundly. She tried wriggling her toes but her right ankle was throbbing. Curious, the objective part of her mind thought. Shit, the rest followed as she felt the throb in her wrist as well.

"Helen," Nikola said, his voice low and concerned and her attention slipped back to him. She forced her eyes open, trying not to look into the blistering light above her. There he was, sitting beside her, dark hair sticking up erratically.

"Nikola," she said again, this time managing a passable version of his name.

"You had us all very worried," he admitted with what she assumed would be a smirk, her eyes were still having trouble adjusting, his face coming in and out of focus. She simply chuckled at that… Or at least she hoped it sounded like a chuckle. Nikola shushed her, a gesture she found a little odd. "How are you feeling?" he asked and she could see the fear growing in his eyes. It was at this point she realised he was holding her hand.

Helen grunted and attempted a smile. She toyed with the idea of trying to pull her hand out of his but decided that not only was she too weak but being comforted for a few moments wouldn't be too bad. Nikola smiled warmly at her and Helen tried to smile back. She couldn't figure out if it was because his smile was genuine or whether she was just too sore, but the smile was a little less smile and a little more grimace.

He chuckled lightly at her before squeezing her hand. "Go back to sleep," he whispered tenderly. She was torn, half of Helen's mind wanted to know why the hell Nikola was being so gentle with her while the other half wanted to sleep. She chose the latter, slipping into blackness but careful to keep a tight grip on Nikola's hand.

Several hours later:

"How long was I out for?" Helen asked as Nikola came around the corner. She'd woken up a while ago and was slightly surprised, given his earlier attachment, that she was alone.

"Helen," he said with a disarming smile. "Only about three days," he answered as he reached over for the phone by her bed. "She's awake," he said happily into the receiver before turning back to her.

"Did you kill the abnormal?" she continued, her voice still a little raspy. She'd spent her time alone organizing her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was being bitten by the great angry beast that had attacked them, which explained her sore shoulder but not the ankle or wrist.

Nikola looked at her, confused. "Yes," he said, earning himself a disapproving glare. "But you know that," he continued, his brow coming together in worry.

"The last thing I remember was that thing bitting me," she said quietly, once again going over her memories. Alongside the memories, she had some rather vivid images she put down to her long sleep. Suddenly Nikola looked frightened. He stood up abruptly, backing away from her, eyes wide and never leaving hers. He grabbed at the phone again.

"Hurry up," he said angrily into the phone before slamming it down.

"What is it?" Helen asked, "Have I grown a second head or something?"

"Are you sure you don't remember anything after the attack?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Helen went to answer but then paused. There was one thing… No, an erotic dream maybe but there was no way that was reality. She was, however saved from answering when Kate and Henry came dashing into the infirmary, eyes wide with excitement.

"She can't remember anything," Nikola said quickly, his voice cold and upset.

"I can remember plenty," she said forcibly, "But my memory ends with being bitten," she finished, gesturing to shoulder which was, surprisingly unbandage and well on the way to healing. Kate and Henry looked a Nikola then at each other and then finally at Helen.

"That was weeks ago Magnus," Kate said, terrified.

"I thought you said it was out of her system," Henry said, horrified as he turned to Nikola.

"Well, I'm not the biologist," he hissed back, still not taking his eyes off Helen.

"What is it?" she asked, making to stand up. All three of them jumped at that, Kate's hand flicking to the gun strapped to her hip.

"Get back in bed," Nikola growled, vamping up as he approached her threateningly.

"What are you doing?" Helen asked him, she was not frightened of her old friend. She had been his meal once or twice and his transformations no longer scared her. In fact, she thought, they did something else entirely. This idea dredged up another of those vivid dreams that clearly were a side effect of whichever sedative they had given her and she shivered with pleasure.

Nikola growled at her but Helen refused to move. He was centimetres from her face, teeth bared and he held the position for a moment. With a sigh, he changed back. "I think she's fine," he said cautiously, his voice human but he made no move to step back. Gently he eased her to be sitting on the edge of the bed and Helen found that his gentle insistence made her feel rather peculiar.

"Will someone please tell me what is happening?" she asked, exasperated.

"You went a little crazy," Nikola advised with a smirk. Clearly whatever had softened him was not for anyone but her to see.

"'A little crazy' is not an accurate description," she reminded him. Nikola chuckled and sat down on the chair again.

"You might want to get comfortable Helen, it's a long story."

Four weeks ago:

"Helen, wake up," he called frantically. "WAKE UP!" Nikola looked up from her lifeless face to her motley crew. "Get me a medical kit," he growled at them. Will ran, heading for his abandoned back pack.

"Please Helen," he whispered to her, begging with a god he didn't believe in to save her. She murmured something in his arms, her ashen lips letting out a soft sigh. With ruthless fingers he tore apart her white button down top, glad for her sake that she was wearing a singlet underneath. Her shoulder was bleeding heavily but his mind barely registered the beautiful smell of it as he grabbed for the medical kit. He grabbed what he needed from the kit and threw the rest aside. In seconds he had bandaged up her shoulder as tightly as he could. He kept his hands in place clamping down with super human strength as the blood began to seep through the bandages.

"We have to get her to a medical facility NOW!" he yelled taking charge. "Where is the nearest Sanctuary?" he asked, his voice cold.

All three dropped the things they were frantically gathering to look at him, dumbfounded. "There's… there's one in Sao Paulo," Henry stuttered, coming over to peer down at their boss. "But that's hours away, we need to get her to the nearest hospital," he continued, sounding frightened. Nikola bit his lip and reached down, scooping Helen up in his arms.

"Let's go then," he barked at them.

"What about the abnormal?" Will called, struggling to keep up with the pace Nikola was setting in the thick jungle.

"Leave it," Nikola said angrily. If that thing kills her, he swore, I'll kill her.

"But she would have wanted-," Will tried again.

"That thing is dead, she didn't want it dead," Nikola reminded him, speeding up slightly.

He stole a glance down at Helen and his heart started to break.

"You cannot die," he whispered fiercely.

"You will not die."