Okay this is fluffy - no getting around it. So if fluffy Teslen is not your thing I would turn back now. For al my girls (you know who you are) thankyou for making me smile every day.

Nikola walked into Helen's office, a glass of wine in one hand and the remainder of the bottle in the other.

"Nikola, really, wine at this time of the morning?" Helen reprimanded.

"You know as well as I do that wine is about the only thing I can actually taste. Besides, I'm celebrating."

Helen sighed. "Celebrating what?" She asked as he walked into the office and perched on the edge of her desk.

"It is exactly one year today since I first laid eyes on this abnormal utopia you built. One year since I moved in and could say I actually had a home for the first time in far too long. Worth celebrating I would say."

Helen smiled. "You always could have had a home with me."

"Yes, well sleeping down the hall from you was not exactly what I wanted." He reached out and lightly stroked her cheek.

Helen smiled. "And do you have what you want now?" Helen asked with a teasing tone.

Nikola grinned, thinking about how he spent the predawn hours just that morning watching her sleep. "Oh, most definitely." He leant forward to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "And what about you? Do you…." Nikola didn't get to finish the sentence before Helen turned a sickly green colour.

"Dear Lord. The wine!" She lunged for the waste paper basket next to her desk and promptly lost what little breakfast she had managed to eat.

Nikola looked on in a mixture of horror and disgust, but managed to overcome both feelings long enough to hold Helen's hair back as she spent the next few minutes retching.

Helen sat back in her chair and composed herself. "Well I know I have elicited many emotions from you over the years but I am fairly certain that is the first I have ever actually made you throw up."

"Obviously I have some kind of stomach bug." She responded witheringly. "Now if you kindly leave I would like to clean myself up."

"With pleasure." Nikola rose to leave and was almost to the door. Something about seeing Helen throwing up in her waste paper bin was nagging at him, like a memory but he knew it couldn't be because in the entire time he had known her he had never seen her physically ill.

"Are you sure you are alright?" He asked with genuine concern.

Helen heard the concern in his voice and smiled weakly at him. "I will be – as soon as I can clean my teeth."

"Good. Oaky then." He said distractedly as he left.

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For three hours the sight of Helen throwing up played on his mind until eventually he remembered the photo James had taken. He looked up from what he was working on and realised exactly what was happening.

Less than a minute later he burst into her office. "You're pregnant!" He hadn't meant for it to sound like an accusation but that was the way it came out.

"I am not!" Helen retorted, not entirely sure how Nikola had come up with such a preposterous idea.

"Are too." He grinned at her. Suddenly very excited at the prospect of a miniature version of Helen and himself.

"Nikola, I am 262 years old. I assure you I am not pregnant."

Nikola was not being dissuaded. "Humour me. Run a blood test."

"I really don't have time for this nonsense. Just because I threw up does not mean I am pregnant." Helen was becoming more exasperated as the conversation continued.

"Fine. If you are so sure then it won't hurt to run a blood test." He said patiently, unable to keep the smile from his face.

"You want me to be, don't you?" Realisation was dawning that Nikola seemed almost excited by the prospect of a pregnancy.

"Kinda. Maybe." He said mumbling.

"Nikola?"

"Yes! Fine. I like the thought of having a child with you – and believe me those are not words I thought I would ever hear coming from my mouth – the whole idea of being a parent – well, I find it fascinating."

"So you would like me to be pregnant from a purely scientific standpoint, because you find the concept fascinating?"

"Yes. No. I mean yes it is fascinating. " He moved closer to her and took her hand in his. "But can you imagine a child of ours? Imagine how brilliant it would be, mix that with your looks and my sense of style? Our child could do anything, be anything, don't you think it would be amazing?"

Helen softened at his words. "Nikola, it's a lovely sentiment, but the source blood…my age, I doubt it is even possible. I'm sorry." She said with genuine remorse. They had certainly discussed children in a general sense but Helen didn't realise it was something Nikola had actually seriously considered.

The closer Nikola looked at her though the more certain he became. She looked more tired than usual but there was a kind of inner glow to her at the same time. "Please Helen. For me, just do a blood test?"

"You will keep annoying me until I do won't you?"

"You know me so well." He grinned at her happy to have gotten his own way.

Helen stood and took his hand. "Alright then let's get it over and done with."

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Half an hour later Helen and Nikola were sitting in front of the computer in her lab, one wore a look of complete bewilderment and the other wore a smug self-satisfied grin.

They sat there for nearly five minutes just staring at the results.

"But how?"

"The usual way I imagine."

"But in theory…"

"Exactly how many theories have you disproved in your life?"

Helen looked at him in bewilderment and wonder. "A baby?"

"Apparently so."

"A baby."

"Usually what a pregnancy leads to." Nikola suddenly had doubts about her reaction. "You are okay with this aren't you?"

Helen looked at the concern on his face. "I am still in shock. But once that passes I'm pretty sure I will move to happy."

"Good then. Happy is good." Nikola could not wipe the smile from his face.

"You really are excited aren't you?" Nikola never stopped surprising her.

"Of course I am – I've always told you the maternal side of you fascinates me." Nikola gently rested his hand on her stomach. "And to know that I did this – well I won't lie, it is kind of good for the ego."

"Oh dear lord, the last thing your ego needs is a boost." She rested her hand on top of his. "It is rather amazing though." She rested her head on his shoulder and began thinking of a little boy with wild hair and a sense of adventure, she grinned widely thinking of the mischief he and his father would get into – she could hardly wait.