Hobbits Notes: Umm Yeah Tesla is not dressed. Nothing explicit but if you're squeamish, I will put the important stuff in a note in the next chapter. So feel free to skip this chapter. It's mostly just fun.
Slainte
Hobbit
Nikola stormed into Helen's office during a staff meeting, dripping wet and disheveled.
"Here you are at last!" He strode toward Magnus purposefully, ignoring Kate's shriek and Henry's cry of "whoa dude."
Helen did her best not to blush. "Nikola I was just about to come and see you."
"This is important." Nikola looked uncertainly at Kate, who had dissolved into giggles. Will put his head in his hands as Abby peeked through the fingers covering her eyes.
"This is important" Nikola repeated, shifting his attention back to Helen.
"Clearly." Helen said with a bemused smile. "Since you rushed right in to tell me without bothering to put on some clothes. Or at least a towel."
Nikola looked down at himself and realized she was right he wasn't wearing a anything at all.
"Its that important." he insisted as the others left the room. "I had a-a vision. Or a memory. Something was done to me." Nikola paced nervously, wiggling his fingers in agitation. "I don't remember who it was or- or what they wanted. But when I didn't answer they electrocuted me." Nikola looked up at Helen who was struggling to keep her eyes on his face. "when that didn't work they dunked me in water."
Helen blinked rapidly, trying to stay focused on the conversation rather than a partcularly transparent innuendo he made in the 1940s.
"Magnus. I think they washed away my memories."
Helen stood up and headed toward the library. Completely mystified, Nikola followed.
"There's only one way i know of to wash memories away." Helen replied and pulled down a book about Greek Myth. "Here it is. the river Lethe. Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, was one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld. According to Statius, it bordered Elysium, the final resting place of the virtuous. Ovid wrote that the river flowed through the cave of Hypnos, god of sleep, where its murmuring would induce drowsiness. "
"The dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life." Helen read aloud. "Drinking from the Lethe would erase your memory entirely, but you were only doused in it. Your memories are in the water they used. If we can find it-" Helen was taken aback to see how close Nikola was standing to her. he looked around.
"I've been in a room like this before. with you." he said, looking at Helen with a slow smile
"Yes. In old city. My library resembled this one. We were there many times." Helen replied offhandedly and returned to the book.
"Whatever happens we face it together."Nikola recited
"What?"Helen asked, taken aback.
"That's what you said Whatever happens we face it together"He smirked and advanced on Helen. "You so like me."
Helen back into the nearest table "No, it's just that we go so far back" she gulped. But even
she couldn't believe what she was saying. And he obviously didn't either.
"Keep telling yourself that." He smirked and leaned in for a kiss. Helen scooted onto the table and placed her hands on his shoulders, ready to surrender to him.
It's been coming for 130 years. She thought. Why fight it?
Their lips were half a centimeter apart when the door opened.
"Hrrk Magnus" Helen disentangled herself with a blush and turned to face her manservant. "Henry has something"
Helen nodded and scurried from the room. The intruder stayed behind to glare at Nikola, who couldn't stop grinning.
