A/N: this is my first sanctuary fanfic. and i only wrote it because Nikola Tesla makes me smile. xD
"It's been ten years, Helen," I said with a smile.
"Yes," Helen Magnus replied, a tad uneasily. "It has."
It was my first visit to the Sanctuary since I was a child. John had yanked me, quite literally, from my apartment in New York, depositing me unceremoniously onto the floor. I, of course, wrenched my arm away from him and promptly began babbling nonsense.
"What the hell was that for? You could've killed me, John! A little warning would have been nice--"
"I've brought her, Helen," said John, purposely ignoring me. He had never liked me. I think it was because I bit him all those years ago.
I looked over John's tall shoulder and smiled. "Helen! Long time no see!"
She hesitantly returned the smile. "Yes, thankfully. The last time I saw you, you were dying."
"Well, I suppose in that regard it's a wonderful thing that I haven't seen you. To what do I owe the honor?"
Helen seemed about to answer when a man walked up behind her, saying, "Magnus, Henry's been looking for you. He wants to know when you want to test the EM-shield's upgrades--" He stopped abruptly. "Who's she?"
"That, William," said another voice, "is Rosabel Page."
I recognized the voice immediately and groaned. "Dear God, Tesla, you're here?"
"Nice to see you too, my dear." The half-vampire rolled his eyes.
"Ah, yes, there's the sarcasm I've missed so dearly."
"Will," Helen interrupted, desperate to avoid a fight between Nikola and myself, "this is Miss Page, a friend of mine. I took care of her when she was injured by an Abnormal attack many years ago."
"So that means you're..." began Will.
"100% human," I said, twirling in a small circle. "Now, Helen, what exactly am I here for?"
"You're here," said Nikola, "because the lovely Helen Magnus holds no faith in my abilities as a scientist and therefore deemed it necessary to add yet another brilliant mind to the mixing pot of failure."
I blinked. "Someone sounds bitter."
Will laughed and said, "You'd be bitter, too. Nikola Tesla hates to have his ego damaged."
"Don't I know it," I agreed in a tragic tone.
Nikola bristled, turning to Helen. "Are we really going to ask help from a child, Helen? Quite frankly it's insulting to my intelligence."
"I'm not a child."
"You're, what, twenty?"
"Twenty-two," I said, straightening. I hated when people underestimated me because of my age.
"I'm so sorry, twenty-two. I'm over one hundred and fifty, thank you very much."
"Not my problem, Grandpa. Now can someone else tell me why I'm here?"
"Oh, honestly, you two," snapped John. "She's been here five minutes, and you're already fighting with each other?"
I shrugged. "He started it."
Nikola shot me a glare as if to say Real mature, but didn't say anything else.
"The thing is, Rose," said Helen slowly. "We need your help."
I bowed dramatically. "As always, Miss Magnus, I am at your service."
"You haven't changed much, you know." Helen folded her hands on the desk in front of her. I fidgeted in my seat slightly, playing absently with a strand of my shoulder-length red hair. "You're still fighting with Nikola like a cat and dog."
"He just bothers me."
"I know, Rose, but I trust you will keep the fights to a minimum while you're here. Can you do that for me?"
"I guess, Helen. As long as I don't have to hear too much crap about his 'scientific genius'." I rolled my eyes and snorted.
She laughed lightly. "I suppose that's all I can hope for. You'll start working with Henry immediately, if that's alright."
Do I really have a choice, Helen? "Yeah. It's fine."
"Hi, Henry," I said. "My name's Rose Page, and..." I trailed off, still unsure as to what exactly I was doing here. "Helen sent me?"
"Oh." Henry blinked. "Oh." He smiled in understanding. "Right, you're Rose. Okay. Your work space is over here." He gestured to a metal table with a blinking laptop atop it. "Are you really a geneticist?"
"I dabble," I said, shrugging.
"So, what's your story with Tesla?" he asked. "I heard from Will and Jack the Ripper that you guys are at odds."
"Something like that. It's more of a battle of wits." I sat down in front of the laptop. "Picture a fight between Einstein and Thomas Edison, me as Einstein and him as Edison. Now lower the maturity level to that of...oh, say...six year olds?"
Henry laughed. "That sounds entertaining."
"Very. Crowds love us."
Shaking his head as he chuckled, Henry turned back to his computer. "It's going to be fun having you around, isn't it?"
I smiled a little, but, assuming it to be a rhetorical question, didn't say anything. With any luck, I would be able to avoid the sarcastic half-vampire. Then again, I'd never had a large supply of luck at my disposal.
A/N: well? i need feedback, people.
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