Hobbits Notes: The rest of this is just fluffy Teslen fun so I will just up load it over the weekends, or when it gets reviews. Tell me what you think.
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Finding the water containing Nikola s memories turned out easier than expected. Garris had been
able to hide them in a ceramic pitcher labeled as Basilisk Venom.
Helen led Nikola carefully to the old fashioned tub while the others waited in the dusty sitting room.
"Its strange, letting you see me like this." Nikola sighed and looked down. He was wearing nothing but his underwear.
"I've seen you in less Nikola. Its perfectly alright." Helen reassured him. "You've never been shy before."
"Still. I would feel better if you shed a few layers yourself" Nikola said with a shadow of his signature smirk. Helen rolled hr eyes. "Get in the tub, Nikola." Helen sighed.
Still smirking indecently, Nikola complied.
the vampire lay back in the tub. Helen carefully poured the water over him. Flashes passed before his eyes. Glimpses of 147 years. But nothing permanent. Will standing in a giant catacomb, an enormous holographic city in Helen's library...
She stood so close he could smell her.
Helen in a crimson dress...
She had sat down beside him. He sighed inwardly. This dance had been done a hundred times that day., his first day at oxford. Someone would sit beside him, hear him speak and move off.
"Hello. Whats your name?" She asked in her open, friendly way. He didnt answer, hoping she would stay. "Mine is Helen. Helen Magnus. Hopefully it'll be Dr. Helen Magnus soon."
Still he didn't respond. Helen frowned and made to stand up. "Sorry I didn't mean to bother you."
"No pleaze dunt go!" Nikola panicked. Helen looked startled and sat back down. "My name iz Nikola Tezla."
Helen smiled warmly, but he was still on his guard.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr Tesla. What brings you to Oxford?"
Niola shrugged. Perhaps you he thought to himself, but didn't say anything out loud. "I vish to ztudy electrizty."
Helen smiled "That's an interesting accent."
oh here it comes. this is the part where people left.
"Where are you from?" Helen asked with genuine curiosity.
"Simijil. Its in Serbia." Nikola replied shyly.
Helen's smile widened. "Ive been to Serbia once with my father. It was quite lovely."
Nikola sat in the warm glow of the most beautiful woman in England, perhaps even the world.
She spoke of her hopes of becoming a doctor and listened to him, praising any early inventions or ideas he had as a child.
She accepted him as he was.
And he, in turn fell in love.
