Now I'm starting to get back on track! None of this is an attempt at recreating what I'd lost so I'm much happier with it! Thank you to everyone who's reading, I just love seeing all those little numbers rise :D And a super special thanks to everyone who takes the time to review ^^

I do apologise if anyone actually likes Will, this chapter may not be to your liking... or the next one for that matter :P I kid, I kid, I swear he will redeem himself! Eventually...

Enjoy

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She lasted precisely 10 minutes of her time with Will before she decided she'd had enough. Ever since she realised that the bandage was invisible, Helen's mind had began to whir, giving her an idea. Ignoring whatever he was droning on about now, Helen pulled the bandage off her hand. She paused for a moment, eyes darting to Will to see if he noticed the small patch of still undried blood that would have appeared in mid air.

She almost breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes slid over her hand. Acting quickly, she rubbed the palm of her hand against the blanket covering her legs. A small smear of blood appeared on it but nothing happened. Will's eyes caught on the blood and he stopped mid sentence.

"Magnus, are you alright?" he asked, a little too loud.

"Perfectly fine," she answered curtly, annoyed it hadn't worked the way she thought it would. "The bandage on my hand just came off."

Will seemed to relax for a moment before eyeing her carefully.

"There wasn't a bandage on your hand."

"Nikola and I conducted a little… experiment," she said quickly, hoping her tone was reassuring. Will shrugged once before returning to his boring speech.

She let her mind wander again, suppressing a frustrated sigh that her plan hadn't worked. She'd assumed that something in her blood made things invisible but clearly that wasn't it. Then she cursed herself internally, of course it wasn't her blood, her clothes were already invisible and they didn't have a skerrick of blood on them.

Physical contact, she realised at once. She had to make whatever was causing this think that that sheet was imperative to her protection. That or just hold it really, really close to her skin. She grabbed at the sheet, pulling it up higher around her body, all the way to her chin before shuffling down further into the bed, her toes almost at the end.

"Magnus?" Will asked, having been alerted by the shuffling under the sheet.

"Just getting comfortable," she responded, working to keep the excitement out of her voice. Will continued to eye her cautiously but picked up where he left off.

Helen closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She'd only been at it for a minute when she heard a gasp. Her eyes snapped open and a wicked smile appeared on her face.

"MAGNUS!" Will yelled, spinning around the room. She took her chance and darted out of bed, making sure to take the sheet with her. She knew it was making too much noise but she was certain the second she released it, it would become visible again. Will must have heard her because he froze, staring directly at her. Slowly he started to walk towards her and Helen could feel her heart beat grow faster.

She looked around, her eyes locking on a table full of instruments just an arm's length away. Making as little noise as possible she reached out and pulled it towards herself sharply. The distraction worked and Will immediately changed course, heading for the opposite side of table, clearly thinking she'd kicked it. She waited until he was in position before slamming the table back towards him, hitting his hip, forcing him to the ground with a cry of pain. She felt momentarily guilty but then his hand flew out and slammed into a great big blue button.

Her eyes widened in shock as a wailing siren filled the air around them. She was going to kill him, she decided, he'd ruined everything! Then she had an idea. With a smirk she dashed for the door, her footsteps masked by the shrill siren. As soon as she was in the corridor, she turned to the control panel, typing in a code she knew would keep Henry occupied for a day at least. The door slid shut with a satisfying thud just as Kate, Henry and the Big Guy came sprinting towards her.

She moved to the other side of the corridor just in time and held her breath.

"WILL!" Kate screamed, banging on the reinforced metal doors. "WILL!"

Henry was frantically typing on his tablet, his face creased with worry.

"I can't override the door! It's sealed shut!" he yelled over the din.

"Turn off the siren," Kate yelled back, an ear against the thick doors.

Taking that as her cue, Helen sprinted down the corridor, not caring about the amount of noise she was making. After a few minutes the sirens cut out and she stopped dead, her ears ringing at the silence. Her breathing was heavy and her legs felt a bit sore but Helen was more worried about the dull throb that had returned to her shoulder. It wasn't painful, more annoying and the way she was gripping the sheet so tightly probably wasn't helping.

She let the piece of fabric fall to the ground with a sigh and studied the corridor she was in. She was still on the lower level, near the labs. Suddenly a bolt of inspiration struck her. Without a second thought, Helen began to prowl the area in search of her decided form of entertainment. There was a loud bang from somewhere up ahead and she felt a flicker of annoyance. He was again destroying her home! Well, at least his flamboyant scientific methods led her right to him.

With a spring in her step, Helen hurried down the corridor. Even if she wasn't certain of where he was, the faint smell of smoke served as her guide. As she neared the room, she slowed her pace, unwilling to let him know that she'd actually snuck out to see him.

All of a sudden a surge of guilty swept through her body. She was acting like the foolish and reckless teenager she'd never been. Here she was, having injured one of her close friends and misled the other two simply because she was bored. Well, she was bored and Nikola would stop her being bored. None the less, she realized, shaking her head, her actions had been foolish. She had endangered not only herself but her team and the safety of her Sanctuary.

She was about to turn around and go to apologise when a round oath caught her ear. It was Serbian and very, very rude and she had to stifle a giggle at it. Maybe the whole blowing up her lab wasn't actually part of his grand yet highly flawed plan to make her fall into bed with him. Her previous track of thought all but forgotten, Helen tiptoed forwards until she was standing in the doorway.

He was hunched over, staring intently at a rather burnt, twisted piece of metal, his lips moving silently as his brow furrowed. His hair was even more spiky than normal, his face and clothes covered in a fine layer of soot. With an exasperated cry, he stepped back from whatever he was working on and threw his hands in the air. He let out another curse, this time in English and Helen almost scolded him.

The reprimand was on the tip of her tongue but she held back as he sank into a nearby chair. He leant back and closed his eyes, muttering about the futility of all this before scrubbing a hand over his face. He looked so exhausted that her first instinct was to go to him and rub his shoulders. She'd never seen Nikola this vulnerable, or, at least, not in a very long time and it snapped her mind back to the guilt track she'd previously been wearing thin.

She let out a sigh at the same moment he did and took a step closer to him. He instantly sat up straighter, his eyes scanning the room. Damn those vampiric ears, she cursed to herself, holding her breath as his eyes swept over her for the third time. Just when she thought she was in the clear, his eyes snapped back to her and she rolled her eyes. His almost innate ability to find her, even when invisible was just too sappy for her liking.

"Helen," he said, testing the waters. She stayed silent, a small smile growing on her lips.

"Helen," he called again, his tone now flirty. She couldn't help but smirk at him as he started to walk towards her.

"Oh, Helen. Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not nice to tease," he chastised lightly. He took another step towards her and she simultaneously took one back. He took another and so did she. She could have giggled at the idiocy of the situation. His eyes were still on her face and she could feel something grow inside her. He took one more step towards her but this time she stood her ground.

They were barely more than a foot apart now and she could smell the smoke on his skin mixed with something much more pleasant. Although, she mused, both were scents she had come to associate with destruction. He smiled and let out a low chuckle, his breath stirring her hair.

"Helen," he said softly, "what are you doing here?" She smiled at that. For a genius he could be quite clueless. Well, in all honesty, she had only recently come to realise why she was here but she would have expected the almost psychic vampire to have guess her intentions. Letting out a soft giggle, she began to circle him, gratified when he jumped at the sound of her voice.

"I'm having some fun," she whispered over his shoulder, very careful not to touch him. Nikola let out a low chuckle but stayed where he stood.

"And what, pray tell, does that entail?" he asked smoothly. The only answer he got was her soft laugh, further away than he expected. His eyes darted over to where that odd little sound originated and he smiled. "Have you been thinking about some of my ideas?" he asked her, bemused at the thought.

She chuckled again before walking silently towards him. Slowly, she moved to stand behind him. She raised her hand and gently stroked the back of his neck, making him shiver.

"Maybe," she admitted with an unseen yet audible grin.