And here we have another chapter! Are you excited? I'm excited and I know what's gonna happen :P

The italics are flashback to their previous conversation and, once the story is finished, I'll post the entire list, in order as a reference guide. That statement will make more sense once you've read this chapter :P

Thank you to everyone reading but especially to those reviewing :)

I'm not sure how long it'll be until I get another update through, I'm quite sick at the moment and while being curled up in bed does normally allow me some writing time, pain sort of dampens my muse... But I shall persevere! If only for our favourite couple :P

And I do plan on writing a little somethin' somethin' from the 'her boys' comment... A little companion piece perhaps...

Anyway, enough waffle!

Enjoy

xx

"WILL!" Kate shouted, pounding on the metal doors. "MAGNUS!" she tried, her voice starting to grow raspy from her constant screaming.

"Kate, they can't hear you," Henry said, not looking up from the tablet he was frantically typing on. Kate started to pace silently as he worked.

After a few moments, Henry let out a frustrated cry. "This is incredible," he said glumly. "Whatever tripped the seal was either a very clever computer bug or the Doc! It's going to take me hours to override the locks!"

"The Doc couldn't have…" Kate said, eyeing him. Henry's eyes widened before he turned back to his tablet, working even faster than before. "I mean she was in there," Kate continued.

"Not anymore," he answered quietly. He slid down the nearest wall, hunkering down for a good few hours of work.

Kate looked at him worriedly before heading back to the door.

On the other side of the door:

He was going to kill her! Well, he was going to give her a massively hard time about it. He tried to extend his leg and winced.

No, he was going to kill her.

Will groaned quietly, sinking down into the nearest chair. He knew he wasn't badly hurt, it was probably nothing more than a bruise but it didn't make the fact that she'd disabled him and locked him in the room any easier to swallow.

Well, at least he assumed that's what had happened. He hadn't heard a peep from anyone except himself since the door slammed shut so he gathered she'd been responsible for that. Or maybe only just involved. Will wouldn't put it past Tesla to do something this reckless and just plain stupid. But even then, he mused, that doesn't explain half of it.

How on earth she managed to make the sheet disappear, he had no idea but clearly she got feisty when bored. He'd known she was bored from the moment he started talking. She may not have realised it but every so often she was made these soft little sighs of annoyance. That and after all this time, Will could tell when she was pursing her lips at him. In all honesty, he had droned on at her on purpose. Henry had suggested that they needed to keep her calm, just in case this invisibility really was anything like that creatures so Will had whipped out his most boring set of psychology anecdotes just for the occasion. He was surprised though, that she had been so thoroughly impatient with him. Usually she would nod along politely for a while before asking him, in a way that never, ever made him feel bad, if he could make his point already.

It seems bored Magnus was far less accommodating than normal Magnus.

Will let out a sigh as he gently rubbed his hip before glancing at his watch. Great, he'd been stuck in here almost two hours! At least that god awful racket (yes, he admitted to himself, the one he started) had stopped. Will had hobbled over to the doors, pounding furiously on them but to no avail. Either no one knew he was in here or they just didn't care.

Letting out another frustrated sigh, he let his head loll back. He caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye and sat up straighter, turning in his seat slightly. A security camera! He got excited for a moment before he took a closer look at it. The little red light wasn't on.

He let out another groan and shut his eyes, praying Henry would hurry up and get him out.

Meanwhile:

There had been a tense silence over the pair for a few minutes now, the only sound in the room was Helen's soft footfalls as she continued to circle Nikola.

"Why did you escape?" Nikola finally asked, his voice getting caught in his throat. Helen chuckled smugly at the slight fear in his eye. She'd managed to make him lose his cool without saying a word.

Well, technically he was thinking about the things he'd already suggested to her so he sort of made himself lose his cool. Either way, she decided, it didn't really matter how he got there, just that he was.

"That was number 6 on one of your lists," she reminded him, her tone bordering on condescending. Nikola looked lost for a moment before a knowing smile slid across his face.

"Number 6?" he said, cocking his head. "I'd break out of here to come find you."

"How boring," she remarked.

"Hardly! It would be an epic tail full of near misses and human obstacles. And maybe an explosion or two," he mused as she laughed at him.

"I'm sure I could do it better," she told him.

"Is that a dare?" he asked slyly.

"Moot point," she reminded him. "I'm stuck in here and you are free to leave."

"Oh but you are just dying for the chance to try. Aren't you?"

"Took you long enough," he countered, his voice smug as he regained control. She noted his tone and decided she didn't like it.

With unseen fingers, Helen quickly began to undo the row of buttons on his soiled waistcoat and was gratified as when Nikola took a step backwards, a gasp escaping her lips. With a chuckle she stepped towards him, intent on finishing her task.

"Helen!" he exclaimed, a strange mixture of victory and fear in his eyes.

"Number 3," she said happily as her fingers started on the top button of his equally dirty shirt. Unfortunately, Nikola regained his self control at this precise moment and captured her wrists in his hands.

"There's no need to be so impatient," he admonished, his eyes contradicting his jovial tone. If he could have been, Helen was certain he would have been flushed.

"Number 3?" she asked, a little breathless. Nikola snapped back to attention, his eyes dancing dangerously.

"I'd undress you," he said darkly. Her eyes widened at that.

"Nikola!" she admonished and he laughed.

"Oh come on, Helen. You know you'd love it." She scoffed at him. "I'd sneak up to you and then, very, very slowly, I'd undress you. You'd have no idea what hit you," he finished with a smile, moving away to avoid the slap he knew was coming. "See, you're positively glowing at the thought of it," he said triumphantly.

"And you would know that how?" she asked. "Last I checked I was invisible. And I'm fairly certain I still am considering the fact that you're talking to the space above my head."

"Ah, but love, you forget that I can still hear you. Your breathing hitched ever so slightly." He paused for effect. "And now you're trying not to blush."

"And you are on thin ice," she said, her voice belaying her amusement at his idiotic ideas.

"I have startlingly good balance," he countered smugly and she had to laugh at him.

She struggled against him for a moment before he finally let go of her. Her hands immediately flew back to his chest, undoing the buttons far quicker than before. He reacted much more slowly that before, his eyes glued to the buttons as they came undone. She was almost at the bottom when he again sprang into action.

"Tease," she mumbled as he again restrained her.

"Trust me Helen, this is by no means an objection, I'm simply wondering why on earth you would break the protocols that you make the rest of us follow to the letter. I know I'm irresistible but really, there was no need to sneak out to see me," he argued playfully, releasing her hands only once she had stopped fighting him.

"It was your idea," she countered bitterly as she stalked away from him. She paused absently to study his mangled contraption, trying to banish the niggling guilt growing again in the back of her mind. She really had snuck out to see him but couldn't for the life of her remember why. All she knew was that he was fun and that's what she need.

Bloody hell! Who was she? Helen knew her own mind, after all she'd spent enough time with it but never before had she been so reckless. Not in her entire adult life had she been so foolish as to injure those she cared about all for the sake of a good laugh. Nikola was one of her closest friends certainly and his presence, though she could never admit it to anyone always lifted her spirits. He was good fun, troubling and occasionally suicidal but still, one of her boys.

She let out a soft laugh at that. She hadn't used that particular phrase in a good long while. 'Her boys' had been the invention of her father. Back in those good old days when they had all been inseparable he had often quipped that she had each of them wrapped around her finger. Of course they'd all put forward token arguments that they belonged to nobody but deep down, they all had accepted his term of endearment willingly. They had each loved her in a very different way but there was never a doubt in any of their minds that they would do anything and everything for her.

"Why so pensive?" Nikola butted in. He was just doing up the last of the buttons on his waist coat and she smiled at him sadly. After a moment she saw the need for a verbal response.

"I'm sorry for what happened before," she said, somewhat lamely. He smirked at her as he stepped forwards. She smacked him on the arm for good measure, an action that she soon found aggravated her shoulder. That was odd, she mused, cringing at the pain shooting through her, in the whole time she was down here, it had barely even bothered her. He must have noticed her hiss of pain because his hand shot out, landing on her arm softly with a practiced ease.

"It's just my shoulder," she placated him and he removed his hand. She almost shivered at the loss of contact but forced her mind back to safer ideas. "What were you working on?" she asked and they both looked at the still smoking pile of metal.

"I was trying to figure out if there's a way to harness your new ability in a safe way."

There was a pause and he assumed she was giving him a puzzled look.

"I stole some of your blood," he admitted. "I was simply trying to find a way to magnify and widen the parameters of its effects."

Helen let out a sigh before looking back at the mess he'd made.

"I'm not certain that's a good idea," she said cautiously and his brow furrowed. "We honestly have no idea of how this particular brand of invisibility works nor the possible side effects that could arise."

"Well, it certainly has made you more…" he paused, raising an eyebrow as his mouth curled into a smirk, "libidinous?"

She hit him again, this time far more playfully.

"Need I remind you that all those ideas were yours?" she asked, stepping closer to him. She could feel the heat of his body and wondered if he could feel hers.

"Actioned by you," he replied, his voice soft. He chuckled and started to lean towards her.

She reached out a hand, landing on his chest when their lips were only millimetres apart. Damn his accuracy!

"You're not even close," she whispered, her smile growing at his deflation. It took him a moment to realise that her words sent her soft breath floating across his lips.

"Liar," he muttered.

"You're filthy," she said, her voice playful again as she stepped back. "Please go bathe." He rolled his eyes at her. "Don't make me beg," came her response as her hand dropped from his chest.

"Care to join me?" he offered smugly.

She fought every single one of the impulses that were telling her to take up his offer. It was a gargantuan task but somehow, she managed.

"Not in this lifetime," she answered lightly, hoping he didn't hear the lustful tremble in her voice. She made her way over to the door, putting space between them.

"Where are you going?" Nikola asked, listening to the sound of her feet.

"I have an apology to make," she called out, her voice fading as she left the room.