Epilogue

Helen returned in a flurry of blinding yellow swirling light in the same place she had left. She was hungry, thirsty and in desperate need of a shower.

None of this really concerned Nikola Tesla. He had known she'd be back any day and had been waiting for her for four days, telling no one where he went.

"Nikola." Helen fell into his arms and wept for all the time they had lost.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." She grabbed his face and gave him a kiss that made him stop thinking about anything but her.

They kissed for what felt like hours, the need for oxygen non-existent.

"Helen let's get you to the Sanctuary. I'll even take a shower with you. I've always wanted to wash your hair."

Helen leaned into Nikola as they walked back to the surface. She had never felt so tired in her life, but her desire for this man outweighed any common sense she dared think.

"Nikola I'm so sorry I made you wait for so long." Helen started to cry again, effectively soaking Nikola's expensive suit. (He didn't really plan on wearing many clothes around her anyway).

"You are forgiven ljubav. Let's get you home. I'm sure the children will want all of you, but they can wait until you're clean and properly rested." He grinned seductively as he kissed her forehead.

"I'd rather take that option E now, but you're right I should shower."

Helen held onto to Nikola for dear life when she saw he had driven her Tesla Roadster. Her laughter turned almost hysterical before it turned into sobs.

"Shhh Helen I intend on taking you on more than a ride in this once everything's settled down." Helen giggled for the first time in decades.

After their shower, Nikola laid Helen's body on her soft bed and began to worship every millimeter of her body. He took in every moan, sigh, and every time she screamed his name in complete ecstasy, over and over. He cherished every squirm and every move of her body as she straddled him and began to move her hips in time with his thrusts. She cried out again, a keening wail as he finally let go. He held her for hours, both sleeping better than they had in years.

Nine months later Daniel James Tesla was born with an ear splitting wail and a head full of black messy hair.

Nikola cried as he told Helen Daniel looked just like his brother Dane.

Helen kissed her husband and knew all the pain and heartbreak of the past had now been replaced with her new family. She felt a peace she hadn't felt since those halcyon days at Oxford when it was just the two of them; she the woman who dared wear crimson and he the foreigner who talked to pigeons.

Fin