Chapter 43 – Adventures With Javor (Part 1)
~~~~New York, 1917~~~~
"I'm here to see this man, please," Helen Magnus handed a scrap of paper to the guard, who looked up at her skeptically then smirked.
"The genius, eh?" he chuckled, sitting up.
She placed an envelope on the table.
"That should more than cover his debt," she said sternly.
The guard lifted up the small envelope and opened it, reading its contents before looking up at her gobsmacked.
"Now will you please take me to him?" she ordered more than asked. The guard nodded, taking his ring of keys out of the drawer and leading her down the corridors of smelly, whimpering, unfortunate people locked inside New York's debtor's prison.
Family's, couples, old men, dirty and cold, all huddled together because they hadn't a penny to pay for life.
Then there he was, his suit dirty and ragged, his hair sticking up at odd angles, his mustache unkempt and shaggy, and his face smudged with dirt. He looked positively miserable, clinging on to the bars of his cell as if they were only thing keeping him from getting sucked into the void of misery behind him.
He heard her footsteps, his head snapping to her direction, his eyes lighting up upon seeing her.
"Helen?" he blinked his eyes disbelievingly. When she wasn't going anywhere he perked up, a smile breaking across his face.
"Get back! Get back!" the guard banged his stick against the bars to keep anyone from escaping, grabbing Nikola by the collar to keep him close. "Not you."
He looked over at Helen, his face even brighter as he was dragged out of the cell and tossed towards her. He lost his footing as he was shoved in her direction and he fell to the ground at her feet.
He sputtered in the dirt for a second before scrambling to his knees.
"Oh Helen! You came for me!" he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. "I knew you would! Oh thank you, thank you!"
Helen took this as her opportunity to smack him upside the head.
"Bankrupt, Nikola! Really?" she scolded him.
Nikola held the side of his head.
"It was either that or become a fugitive…genius does not come cheap you know." Helen dragged him to his feet.
"You are a bloody mess!" she cried, using a gloved hand to swipe at the dirty streaks she soon realized were not coming off anytime soon.
"Well bath and spa day isn't till Sunday." Nikola replied sarcastically.
"But seriously, debtor's prison? Of all places! Why didn't you come to me with your financial problems, I could've helped!" she slapped him again.
"I didn't think you would help," he whined, rubbing his head some more.
"You didn't think I would - I'm your friend Nikola! I would've gotten you out of trouble.
"Maybe I didn't…maybe I wanted to solve my own problems," he sighed.
"Well, it worked out very well for you now, didn't it?" she teased.
"Immensely," he scowled flatly.
"Well, I'm sorry to ruin your plans, you can go back in the jail if you want," she gestured to the barred cell.
"No, no!" his scowl melted and he moved away from the steel bars he'd just been freed from. "I'll just…do better next time, I promise. Thank you Helen for bailing me out.
"Bailing you out? Do you really think that I'm going to just let you waltz out of here, scot-free?" she put her hands on her hips. "The only way I could get you out of here without any significant financial detriment to myself was to hire you for a small research project, to work off your debts."
Nikola's face dropped.
"You didn't," he muttered.
"I did, it just so happens that I need a research assistant for my latest project, and you are a free bargain, any money you would make would go straight to your debtors, you work long enough your charges are void."
Nikola still looked at her dumbly.
"You work for me now," she clarified. "No way out of it."
"Doing what?" he finally asked.
"You might actually enjoy this," she grinned. "We're sort of…going treasure hunting, for something my father long dreamed of finding."
"A career?" Nikola offered carelessly.
"Even better," Helen continued, ignoring his half-assed statement. She took out a scrap from a newspaper out of her purse and handed it to him.
"Egypt?" he looked up from the clipping with confusion.
She nodded.
"Egypt," she nodded. "The wealth of kings buried under centuries of sand," she looked him dead straight in the eye. "I need a small crew for easy transportation. We have to find the tomb first, there is great importance in it," Helen lowered her voice to a whisper.
"How small?" asked Nikola.
"For the most part, you and me, but you take little supplies and have the most strength. I need you, Nikola."
Nikola stroked his chin thoughtfully; him and Helen, alone…in the desert. He could picture that.
"Well, it seems I have no choice…but you'll have to buy me a new suit," he tried to remain as neutral as possible, to hide his excitement. "I'm not going to be tromping around the desert in these rags, and we'll need some wine too!"
Helen laughed.
"Agreed," she held out her hand to him.
"Would we be sharing a tent?" he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.
"Watch it, I don't need you that badly," she warned.
"You didn't mind me being there when a certain ship was sinking," he teased. Helen fixed him with a sharp glare.
"One more word and debtor's prison will be the least of your worries!" she growled threateningly.
"Hey! You're the boss, boss," he raised his hands up defensively and grinned.
This was going to be fun.
~~~~Cairo, Egypt~~~~
Nikola stepped out of the black automobile outside the Hotel, on to the dusty street of Cairo's bustling inner city.
He wore a brown suit, topped with a wide brimmed fedora and a pair of black circular sunglasses.
He took a moment to enjoy the view of the Nile just less than a mile away sparkling in it's ancient glory.
He turned back to the car and extended his hand to his fellow passenger to help her out the car.
Helen accepted his hand, immediately stepping out into the marvel.
"Now I know why my father was so fascinated by this land," she looked around admiringly. She was wearing a light gown with few layers, but still tasteful enough for society's scruples.
Nikola thought she looked marvelous, the way the material hugged her body; it was a simple light blue skirt and jacket with a white blouse underneath and a matching hat, but it brought out the sparkle in her eyes and set her apart as an oasis amongst sand.
"I've heard stories, but they haven't done the place justice," he nodded in agreement. "When they said a little sandy they were understating it, there is sand everywhere!"
Helen rolled her eyes at his joke.
"It is a desert, what were you expecting? A little patch of dirt in the corner?" she scoffed at him.
"Industrialization, my dear, nature is bound to lose," he offered his hand to her, then escorted her inside the cool hotel lobby as one of the concierge's got their bags from the driver.
Helen went up to the main desk to get the keys for their rooms; they were only going to be in town a night or so, tomorrow they would board a boat and travel down the Nile to begin their search for the tomb of King Tutankhamun. Looking in her father's journals, she had reason to believe there was more about the ancient pharaohs than they had originally thought, and she had to find it before Howard Carter did.
Nikola opened his jacket and rested his hands on his hips, admiring the interior design of the hotel lobby; it was open and cool yet the air of British overthrow still hung in the air along with the smell of aged port and Earl Grey tea.
"Admiring the view?" Helen snuck up behind him.
"Always," he turned to her as she handed him his key.
"Your room as requested, divisible by 3 as you asked," she reassured him.
"It would've been less difficult for you if you just got one room," he teased with a slight leer.
"Not in the long run," Helen shook her head.
"What could go wrong? You could be Mrs. Dragoslav and lover to elusive business man," he grinned smugly, leaning in to her slightly and taking her hand kissing it.
"I'll stick to being Helen Magnus, friend of professional nitwit, Nikola Tesla," she took her hand out of his and pushed him away.
"Shh, I'm in disguise," he hushed her, still remaining close.
"Yes, no one will suspect you're a genius," she teased, causing him to frowned at her.
"The world thinks that I'm hiding out in New York, thanks to you, and that convincing double you put up," Nikola smirked at her. "Now, I am Javor Dragoslav to you. At your service malady," he bowed dramatically; Helen rolled her eyes at him.
"Javor Dragoslav was not who I hired," she glared at him.
"You enjoyed him before," he teased.
"That's before I realized what an ass he was, bring it up again and I'll take you back to the debtor's prison, you got it?"
Nikola grinned.
"Helen, we agreed that I needed a pseudo-name, that is the name I go by, take it or leave it," he crossed his arms defiantly.
"Fine then, but you keep Javor…and his schemes inside your head where they belong," she warned.
"Fine," he sighed leisurely. "A drink before we retire to our rooms?" he offered, holding his hand out to her.
"One," she accepted strictly. She took his hand and allowed him to escort her inside the hotel bar to get a brandy for her and a glass of wine for him.
"May I ask how long this excavation will last?" Nikola changed the subject as they sat down at the bar and waited for their orders. He removed his fedora and placed it on the bar, as well as removing his sunglasses and tucking them into his breast pocket.
"Till we find the tomb," Helen said very hushed and clipped.
"Rough timeline?" Nikola coaxed further.
"However long it takes," Helen continued with her short answers.
"Two years? Three years? Five?" he kept prodding for information, not accepting her sharp and relatively unhelpful details thus far.
"I don't know, Nikola, we will search until either they find it or we find it," she growled at him.
"What do we do if they find it?" he asked.
"Then we will have to steal it from them," she met his eyes then with sheer determination. "My father firmly believed in something being in that tomb and I intend to find out what it was, no matter the cost."
Nikola grinned widely. He loved this side f her, pure, scientific, determined Helen; it was like seeing an old friend walk through familiar doors, he'd begun to miss this side of her. It had been one of the first things about her that had caused him to fall in love with her all those years ago; her thirst for knowledge and endless search for answers for new truths. He was glad to be searching with her again.
Hoping, in the back of his mind, that they might grow close again…being out there in the desert…alone together.
Something in his peripheral vision caught his eye, a figure, distinctly too interested in the two of them.
Helen sipped her brandy casually, and Nikola wondered if he should mention it, but he decided this was neither the time nor place; if there was one there could be more.
He leaned near Helen's ear.
"You look lovely tonight my dear," he whispered to her, entwining his hand in hers and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
Helen tensed underneath touch.
"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered to him, not wanting to cause a scene for naught.
"I'll explain later, but now would be an excellent time to pretend you're my fiancé," he kissed her entwined hand.
Helen looked in his eyes, seeing what they were seeing. A part of her couldn't help but this was another one of his ploys. But she knew Nikola well enough to know when he was using his quick mind to trick something, or someone.
"It will be so nice to meet your brother, Ms Carter," he lied easily, but loudly enough for anyone who was listening could hear. "I am excited to know the family I'm going to marry into."
"It's only a shame we have to go out in the desert to find him. Howie was always such the recluse. I only hope he got my later," Helen caught on quickly, running her hands through his hair lovingly.
He loved that, why'd she always have to torture him this way.
"I'll miss you tonight," he grinned, leaning in and kissing her tenderly on the lips, just as soft as he remembered.
"Dear, it's highly inappropriate, besides, I would like to remain virtuous before my wedding," she pulled away and blushed like a professional actress.
"I don't if I can wait that long," he replied. "Everyday I love you more and more, and every minute I want to show you just how much."
The confession, though disguised as a ruse took a lot of strength for him to get out and he his heartbeat loudly, almost painfully in his chest, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.
"I know darling, but just a little while longer," she pecked his cheek and moved away from him. "I won't love you any less on our honeymoon."
"And I won't love you any less afterwards," Nikola grasped her hand.
Helen caught his eye and stared intently.
"Not tonight," she muttered, pulling her hand from his and walking out of the room, leaving him at the bar.
Nikola felt a piece of him break a little. He shook his head. No, it was just an act, she was just playing virtuous maid to his needy man. He chugged down the rest of his wine and then walked briskly out of the bar, still feeling the presence of someone following him.
They may have masked their true intentions, but they were still very much of interest to whomever it was.
Nikola had a sneaking suspicion that he and Helen weren't going to get on that boat tomorrow.
~~~~Later~~~~
Helen sat on her bed, combing out her blonde locks.
She was in her nightgown, ready to get some sleep for tomorrow was going to be a long day; but that's not where her thoughts were lying.
She was thinking back to that moment she and Nikola had shared down in the bar. It had been weird, not because of the ruse, but because it didn't feel entirely like a ruse, not to her. Nikola may be a good actor and all but when he said he loved her she couldn't help feel that it was oddly sincere.
She shook her head. He was trying to be convincing, that's all. She was just falling for the act more than she should. It was just like that time in Paris, another ruse, he had touched her kissed her, and in an instant blinked it all away. But that had been before they started playing this game of chicken; each trying to push the other as far as they could go without breaking. They were teasing, they were base…but on that ship, amidst the chaos they had turned to each other for comfort; they had conjured something that had felt real, but couldn't last beyond that spark.
She put her brush down and let out a long sigh. His lips on her skin still brought back many memories.
She shook her head again and crawled underneath the covers, shutting of the lamp on her bedside table.
She was about to drift off to sleep when a slight noise prickled her ear, causing her eyes to shoot open. She reached for the lamp, pulling her gun out from under her pillow and aiming it at the door.
The light showed no change, no disturbance, and her racing heart began to calm down it's frantic pace.
She relaxed back into the bed and slid the gun back under the pillow before turning her head to the side and resting her gaze on a familiar face lying on the spot beside her.
She jumped, nearly shooting him in the chest.
"Oh good lor-!" she cried, uncocking her pistol. "Nikola, what are you doing in my room?"
He grinned slightly at her.
"I can think of so many reasons, but only one justifies you not shooting me," he said cryptically.
"I highly doubt that, get out," she growled with a huff.
"I've been doing some snooping, and we are definitely being watched, like hawks. I think they're Carter's men. I went for a little walk, and managed to get behind my followers and do some following of my own. Now, they think you're his sister, so they're most likely to come tonight and take us to him."
"What are we supposed to do? We can't go with them, Carter will know I'm not who I claim to be…we don't even know if he has a sister! He'll have us buried under the dunes," she whispered to him.
"And we can't run or our cover is blown," he added.
"So what is the plan genius?" she growled at him.
"We let them take us as far as we need to go then we tell them the bad news," Nikola began undoing the tie around his neck suddenly.
"Fine, but that still doesn't justify you being here," she eyed him as he folded the tie and began undoing his vest and collar.
"Let's just say I convinced you," he shrugged easily.
"Of what?" she looked at him skeptically.
"Of my love, my dear fiancé," he pulled away the covers in a quick move then rolled on top of her, using his strength to pull her under him.
"Nikola!" she cried.
"Call me, Javor," he grinned and began kissing her neck.
"If this is one of your blasted schemes…"
"I can't risk them taking you without me," he whispered to her. They are coming very soon. Helen, I promise, this is not a game…remember Paris?"
Helen relaxed slightly.
"Fine, but your pants better stay on," she warned before grasping on to his hair and letting a moan out as Nikols ravished her neck and rock against her gently.
She rolled him over, but he counteracted, ending with him still on top, their lower halves just a bit more tangled and pressed together.
She shifted her legs so he could lie in the valley between them, his lithe torso squeezed against her thighs. She raised her knees, the material of her nightgown sliding down them exposing her bare legs.
His fingers deftly ran along them, causing a real moan to escape her, lips, which was muffled by his, stealing a particularly passionate kiss from her.
She momentarily forgot this was an act and began unbuttoning his shirt, just enough so that she could give him a taste of his own medicine and bite down on to one of the chords of his neck.
His strangled cry made her chuckle. She slid her hands into his hair and tugged it lightly, knowing that would drive him wild.
Nikola hissed and growled before kissing her more hungrily.
Her thighs squeezed his sides slightly.
"I love you," he muttered before attacking her neck again.
Helen's eyes snapped open.
Did she just hear what she thought she did?
She was about to push him away when the door burst open and two men walked in, holding guns, pointed straight at them.
Playing her part.
She shrieked and yanked the cover over her.
Nikola ripped his lips away from her neck and turned to the intruders.
"Told you," he muttered quietly to her. "Who the hell are you?" he cried at them.
"We work for Mr. Carter," said the taller of the two.
"Howie?" Helen bluffed.
"Your brother, yes," said the other one.
"What do you want from us?" asked Nikola, moving from between Helen's legs to his feet. Playing protective fiancé.
"We need to get you out of here, it's not safe," said the tall one. "There is a lot of people on the search for the tomb, and most will stop at nothing to see Mr. Carter fail, even put his family members in danger if need be."
Helen looked over at Nikola.
"How can we trust you?" she asked.
They both pulled up the sleeves of their right hands. A symbol of Horace was tattooed on each of their wrists.
"I…I don't know what that means," Helen lied.
"It's the symbol for the Egyptian god Horace, your brother has adopted this as his insignia," said the other one.
"Will you take me to him?" she asked.
"And me?" added Nikola.
"Yes, but we have to leave now, our boat is waiting," the tall one attempted to push them out the door.
"I am not going out in my nightgown!" cried Helen. "Surely there is enough time for me to get changed!"
The two men sighed and nodded their head.
"Dear, stay and help me," she gestured to Nikola.
"Don't be too long," chuckled one of the men.
They walked out shutting the door behind them.
Nikola grinned.
"This is going to be fun," he whispered to her.
"How so?" she glared at him, throwing her nightgown to the floor as she scurried about to find her suitcase and change into something appropriate. Nikola watched her do so intently.
"I so enjoy being your fiancé," he sighed. She glared at him and tossed a shoe at him, he only just dodged it.
"So you were right, we were being followed," she shoved her skirt and blouse on before roughly packing all the rest of her things into her suitcase. "And you were right about Carter's men coming and fetching us."
Nikola chuckled.
"That's what's so fun about it," he hopped with excitement.
"I'm not following," she groaned.
"The fun thing is, we were being followed by Carter's men, and that they're probably coming to get us…but these are not them…I don't know who they are…they're probably going to take us to the middle of the Nile and kill us," he laughed and clapped his hands together. "I love Egypt!"
Helen stared at him dumbfoundedly, pulling her gun from under her pillow.
"You mean…"
"Yep! We're going to double-cross the double-crossers! It's like an Agatha Christie novel!" he continued to laugh.
"I don't exactly see what makes this whole situation so funny to you," she glared at him.
"Don't you see, Helen, it's an adventure! All we need are some pirates and a curse and my life will be complete," he smiled widely at her. "I haven't had this much fun in years! Not since…well, you remember."
Helen rolled her eyes.
"We shouldn't keep our mysterious kidnappers waiting," she grumbled.
"This will be going into my memoirs entitled "Adventures With Javor"! A tale full of lust, betrayal, and sand!" he grinned like a boy.
Helen smacked his shoulder.
"I swear I'm going to throw you into the Nile and let you get eaten by the crocodiles long before they do," she muttered and pushed past him to the door.
She should've left him in prison.
~~~~Later~~~~
Helen stood on the deck of the ferry carrying them along the Nile.
It was a privately owned, small screwed cargo ship, with a few private sleeping quarters, and a man with a gun at every corner.
Helen felt a little nervous, and would have been even a little afraid if the man standing beside her wasn't an immortal genius vampire.
She held his hand, making sure to stay close, not trusting any of these men as far ash she could throw them.
Nikola was just smiling, like it was a ride or a game. Sometimes she wondered how sane he actually he was, but then again, being immortal did take certain danger factors out of the equation for him.
She shivered slightly, damn the temperature dropped in the blink of an eye.
Nikola smirked and removed his coat, draping it over her shoulders.
"How is it we always end up on a boat together?" he chuckled.
Helen glared at him.
"Your guess is as good as mine," she rolled her eyes.
"Except this time we can actually go swimming," he grinned and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder to warm her up.
"Not going to happen," she growled.
"What? I already got you in a bed," he shrugged.
"And don't think that I don't see how much you are enjoying playing up this ruse," she leaned in closer to his warmth despite her words.
"I'm thinking we should convince them we want kids," he joked.
"No, what we should do is get off this boat before they skin us ass backwards and mail us bit by bit to Carter. I knew I shouldn't have trusted any of your schemes, you maybe a genius when it comes to electricity but you are a bum idiot when it comes to practicality!"
"I had to act fast, so I made a bit of a misstep, it's fixable," he shrugged.
"Then fix it…without having to fondle me," she warned him.
"Out of the two of us, I'm pretty sure you were doing most of the fondling," he rubbed the spot on his neck where she had bitten him. Her teeth marks were still visible and she smirked inwardly.
"Don't worry, Helen, I won't let them hurt you, all you have to do is tell me what are optimal destination is, and I'll do all the rest," he stepped away from her.
"My contact was to meet us in Asyut, but that's almost 10 hours away, I don't know if we can stay that long," Helen's eyes darted around, keeping a watchful eye on their captors.
"We won't have to. I believe they have a car," shrugged Nikola.
"Nikola, we're in the middle of the river," she stared at him incredulously.
"Not for long," he elongated his nails for a second and grinned.
Helen kept staring at him.
"I'll be right back my sweet…I'm going to go find a…washroom," he snuck away and Helen watched him leave.
She sighed and shivered again, deciding to head inside to the small quarters they had given them to stay in.
She wanted to slap herself, not just for letting Nikola get them in this mess, but by also letting herself getting carried away with his antics.
Nikola always had schemes, even when he said he didn't.
But he had felt, and tasted, and smelt…she shook her head, it was foolish, it was nothing, just Nikola.
She lay down on her coat, wrapping his jacket tight around her; she wasn't going to let herself fall for him again, last time had been a disaster, both times, both literally and figuratively.
At some point she had fallen asleep, as she was rudely awakened by the door being slammed open and Nikola being tossed in.
"What the hell is going on?" she cried.
"We caught your fiancé snooping about!" shouted one of the men. "We have to keep you two out of trouble!"
"What?" Helen was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and handcuffed to her "fiancé" and left tied up on the bed.
The door was locked behind them and as soon as they were alone Helen turned her gaze over at him.
"What did you do?" she growled.
"So, I got caught, just a little, not doing anything bad, but we are definitely not dealing with the sunshine wagon, they've got firearms and crates full of stuff that I'm pretty sure is stolen. So, bad guys…that's probably my fault, but hey, they are also incomprehensibly stupid, for such a large operation," in a second Nikola hand used his talons to free himself and began freeing her. "I managed to find us away off this ship. Luckily these new fangled things were built with my genius in mind, but not my vampirism. I'm practically driving the ship as we speak."
Nikola hopped off the bed and grabbed their suitcases.
"To the car, my love," he grinned, breaking down the reinforced steel door without breaking a sweat.
Helen grinned slightly. She knew there was some reason she had brought him along.
"How are we getting off?" she asked, talking in a hushed whisper to not give away their position.
"You'll see," he chuckled, peeking his head around the corner, seeing two guards patrolling around a large car-sized item covered by a cloth.
As Helen watched, the two men's guns suddenly sprung to life in their hands and began smacking them in the head until both men lay unconscious.
Nikola chuckled.
"This is fun, isn't it?" he looked at her before bounding towards one of the guns and picking it up. "We might need this."
He uncovered the automobile and plopped their cases into the trunk before getting behind the driver's wheel.
Helen followed, getting into the passenger seat.
"Get down," he gestured.
"What? What is going to happen? How are we going to get this to shore?" she asked.
"Just a few more seconds."
Suddenly she heard some yelling coming from the helm.
Sounded like the captain was arguing with some of the sailors. Then she smelt smoke. Then the whole world was enveloped by a large explosion sound, making Helen cover her ears.
Nikola sprung up starting the car with a flick of the wrist.
"They're getting away!" cried someone.
"THE AUTO!" cried another.
"THEY'RE TRYING TO ESCAPE!"
"Tell Howie we said Hi!" Nikola called back to them.
"Nikola, what are you doing?" Helen looked over at him, wideeyed as she had the sneaking suspicion of what his escape plan was. "You are not driving this thing off the boat!"
"Just watch me!" he grinned with excitement.
"You are going to kill us both!" she cried.
"I won't," he sighed, changing the cars gears and starting to drive it. "Water should be shallow enough...better old on to something Helen."
"YOU ARE INSANE!" Helen screamed.
"YES I AM!" he laughed maniacally.
His foot slammed on the acceleration and before Helen could do anything they were airborne. Helen screamed as the car flew off the boat and into the not-so-shallow-as-expected river below them. Heads almost completely submerged, but despite this he kept pushing on the accelerator and soon they drove up on to the shore. Helen sucked in the largest breath she had ever had as the car hit sand.
"AHAHA! IT WORKED!" he cried triumphantly.
Another explosion came from the boat.
Helen stared at him, wide-eyed and a little dazed.
"Don't you just love adventure!" he grinned at her. "Wooo!"
Helen sputtered water.
"You…are never…driving…again!" she growled.
Helen heard the familiar sounds of guns being fired, and a bullet whizzed past her head.
"Drive you bloody bastard, drive!" she cried.
"Gotcha!" Nikola nodded stepping on the gas and leaving sand tracks behind him as he and Helen drove off the sandy banks of the Nile, another explosion from the boat acting as send off.
Nikola laughed amusedly until Helen's pointed glare fixed with his.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she crossed her arms.
"I'm guessing, the phrase, "Happy Honeymoon, darling" won't work?" Nikola smiled sheepishly.
"What do you think?"
~~~~Author's Notes~~~~
Kicking off the new arch with a bang!
Here is some fun for you, Sanctuary meets the Mummy :P Yes Nikola is already causing trouble, and trying to get Helen in a bed, but really would you expect anything less of him?
If you haven't read my story Seasick…some references in this chappie might not make any sense. It was designed to fit into this timeline, but I didn't want to rewrite it again to actually put it into the story, so I just say, if you want to know what all the past references about being on a boat…well, then read Seasick.
The references to Paris, though…that would be I believe chapter 18…somewhere around there. Reread if you need a reboot!
Happy Belated Valentine's Day btw, I did nothing but eat popcorn and watch depressing Joxer episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess, and sing Les Mis in the shower…yes I have no life, how can you tell? So nothing really special for me, but I did write this…and it was full of some lovely moments, so I make up for it. Seriously though…too busy to think about Valentine's, all I want to do is sleep, that would be a blessing. Theatre school is not for the feint of heart…or feint of anything really, but somehow I manage to still write for you guys…so this is my Valentines gift for you. Greatest thing ever! Eating a heart shaped cookie…not like the fake heart-shaped cookie, like an honest to goodness, anatomically correct with icing veins heart cookie, it was awesome! And rather tasty…came with some good puns too…EAT YOUR HEART OUT!
No news on season 5 yet…but we must keep up the faith! Teslen will reign! If not then I'll have to stalk J-Yo to Toronto, ye-yeh!
Has fun, mah dallins! Have a heart shaped Niko cookie for the season, and go watch some horror films, cause seriously, who wants to watch cheesy rom-coms on Valentines! I want to see blood and guts and anatomically correct heart cookies, that what I call Valentines!