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Fandom: Sanctuary
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be.
Genre: General/Humor
Parings: Helen/John AND Helen/Nikola, both implied.
Special thanks to: Snow, because this is her original idea and she let me borrow it. Thank you! :)
We know that Watson and Griffin both have their books (Sherlock Holmes-Conan Doyle and The Invisible Man-HG Wells). What if they weren’t the only ones?
Tag to Sleepers. In fact, one particular line in sleepers. This one: “Bram Stoker? Alcoholic Irish hack. Bats, indeed.” Why does Nikola hate Stoker?
But the following conversation could happen anytime in the series.
Un-beta’d, so any mistakes are mine and mine only!
As usual, reviews are welcome and immensely appreciated. : )
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DRACULA
One.
Two.
Three.
Three knocks.
He knew that was all he needed to do.
He waited patiently for the large wooden door before him to open. To his delight, the one who opened it was a tall brunette with intense blue eyes and a knowing smile that always made his heart skip a beat. “Nikola, I’m glad you were able to make it,” she said warmly, inviting him in.
He stepped inside. “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said glancing in her direction as she closed the door behind him. “Is John here?”
“He will join us shortly,” she said, already starting her way up the stairs.
Nikola didn’t follow her right away. “Helen,” he said halting her walk, “don’t I even get a ‘Hello good to see you again’ kiss?”
She turned right back on her heels and stared at him. “The last time I tried kissing you, you ended up kissing me instead.” She flashed him a smile. “I’m flattered, but please, spare me this time.”
Letting out a sigh and laughing to himself, he followed her.
The moment they stepped into her office, a red shimmer of subspace caught them off guard. “John?” Helen gasped, surprised to see him teleport so close to her, perhaps a little too close for her liking.
Will came in running and saw that his boss had been startled by the abrupt entrance of Druitt. “Sorry, I should have warned you,” he apologized, “but he called and asked that we lower the shield long enough for him to be able to teleport. Since I was with Henry in the lab, I agreed… Don’t worry, it’s already back online.”
Helen rapidly composed herself. “Yes, you should have told me,” she said tugging at her the bottom of her blouse and pulling away from John. She didn’t trust herself when she was too close to him. “Do you have the location I asked for?”
“Yes.” He handed her the pad he was holding. “Transylvania, Romania. People disappearing and a strange guy with bat-like traits wandering around a village have been reported. It’s all over the news. Citizens are worrying that someone has taken on the role of Dracula to scare people.”
“Oh please, Stoker had no idea what he was doing,” Nikola blurted out harshly.
“You’re just upset because he died in the end,” John responded with a wicked smile.
Helen sighed. Were they really going to start that discussion again? She shot a look at Will, blaming him for her soon-to-be headache.
“I’m not upset. He didn’t deserve to die,” Nikola argued.
Will raised an eyebrow. Had he known a little comment on Dracula would have heated the spirits of those two men, he wouldn’t have said a thing.
“Stoker saw what many didn’t. He deserved his fate.” John said bluntly.
Helen tried to stop their argument. “Please, we’ve been through this.”
“Hey, you got the easy part of the story. Don’t complain,” Nikola shot back at her.
“Did I ever complain? No. We agreed on that story. You could have said no anytime in the process.”
“And ruin your joy to finally be in a story like Watson and Griffin? Oh please, you would have hated me for the rest of my life.”
“She already hates you. That why she accepted myproposal,” John said to Nikola.
“Hey Jack! Had Stoker known YOU were the Ripper, you would never have gotten the girl.”
“Please!” Helen shouted.
“Leaving her with you is better?”
“Both of you!” she added. They stopped arguing. “It’s been a hundred and twenty years. Can’t you just get over it?”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Nikola muttered.
“Wait a minute,” Will said. The three others turned to him. They had forgotten his presence in the room.
“What is it Will?” Helen asked first.
He took some time to answer, still shaken by what he had just found out. “You three are Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”
“No, we’re not,” Nikola said harshly, “but we’re the inspiration for the story, yes,” he added as if it were obvious. “Do you think he could have come with a story like this on his own? He was too much of a jerk for that.”
“And you didn’t think about telling me this before?” Will asked Magnus.
“Sorry, I didn’t think it was relevant,” she answered sheepishly.
A long silence followed in which Nikola stood, arms-crossed, as stubborn as ever. John looked over at Helen, who just sighed.
“Please Will, continue with the briefing.”
THE END
