A/N: This takes place some time after Animus, and probably before For King and Country (don't know since it hasn't aired yet). So what happened here was I wrote novel for NaNoWriMo, which involved a more historically based Nikola Tesla and a woman named Alice. They built a time machine, took out Jack the Ripper, all kinds of fun stuff. So then I wondered what would happen if I put her and her time machine into the Sanctuary world with a once-vampire Tesla. And here's how things went. I'm really just making this up as I go, so I don't know when I'll update it.
Also, this is my first Sanctuary fic. A bit of an experiment, to say the least.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly. Well, except Alice. She's all mine.
Chapter One: A Hell of a Hello
Helen walked into the library, where Tesla still stood staring at the holographic globe. "Nikola, there's someone here looking for you," she said.
"Who?" he asked without turning around.
A young woman with a worn satchel over her shoulder stepped through the doorway. "Hello, Nikola."
Tesla had heard that voice before, a long time ago. He spun around to face the woman. "Alice Hartdegan. It's been what, a hundred years?"
"A hundred and twenty," Alice replied.
Helen looked from one to the other. "Wait, who are you?" she asked Alice.
Alice turned to Helen. "You shouldn't be so surprised. I've heard all about you, Dr. Magnus. While I have not lived as long as you have, I know the world you come from." She cast Tesla a sideways glance. "Nikola here helped me build my time machine in 1890."
Tesla smirked as he remembered. "Ah yes, that was a fun project."
"You have a time machine?" Helen asked.
"And I had grand plans for it," Tesla broke in. "But once she was done using me for my intellect, the little minx ran off with it," he said, casting a glare at Alice.
Alice haughtily regarded Tesla. "You know, I actually cared about you. Well, up until you tried to steal my time machine to resurrect your dying race."
"I still might," Tesla replied.
"Which is exactly why I didn't bring it with me," Alice countered. "I'd shoot you if I thought it'd do any good. I might anyway, just on principle."
"I would rather you didn't," Tesla said, trying to mask an obnoxious bit of fear that was attempting to rear its ugly head.
"I'm sure you would," Alice replied, pulling a pistol from her bag, aiming it at Tesla and firing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Helen demanded, wresting the gun from Alice's hands.
"What? He—" Alice began, turning to gesture at Tesla. She stopped when she saw him lying on the floor, eyes squinted shut, right hand clutching his profusely bleeding left shoulder. "Oh my God," Alice said, holding a hand over her mouth. "Clearly I've missed something."
Helen had already moved beside Tesla and was kneeling beside him. "Nikola, let me see," she said softly but forcefully. Tesla relaxed his right arm enough so that Helen could move it out of the way to inspect the damage. She looked up at Alice, who still stood stunned. "Just what in the bloody hell were you thinking?"
Alice stepped forward and knelt down on the other side of Tesla. "Well, last I checked, he was a vampire and was virtually impervious to injury."
"So you shot me?" Tesla asked through clenched teeth as he opened his eyes and lifting his head to look at Alice.
"Well, it was on principle!" Alice defended. "I wouldn't have done it if I'd thought it would actually hurt you."
"Well, how considerate of you," Tesla said, closing his eyes and laying his head back on the floor.
"That's enough out of both of you," Helen scolded. She turned back to Tesla. "We need to get you down to the infirmary. Can you walk?"
Tesla looked up at her with a weak smirk. "For you, my dear Helen, I can do anything."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Well, come on then." She helped Tesla into a sitting position, and he replaced his right hand over his shoulder. He leaned forward and took a few breaths. He looked up at Helen.
"Funny, I don't remember it hurting this much when you shot me in Rome," he said, slowly getting to his feet. He wavered slightly and Helen placed her hand on his back. "Am I supposed to feel this light-headed?" he asked.
"It's called being human," Helen replied, steering him towards the door.
Tesla grimaced. "Must you be so insulting?"
Helen smiled slightly as she directed the staggering Tesla to the infirmary. Alice followed nervously behind them. When they reached the infirmary, Alice stood quietly outside, while Helen sat Tesla down on a bed. She picked up a piece of gauze and directed Tesla to hold it against his shoulder. Then she moved to unbutton his shirt.
"Why Helen…" Tesla began with his trademark grin.
"Shut up, Nikola," Helen interrupted, suppressing a smile. She took the gauze from him and slid his shirt off of his shoulder. She examined the wound and reached for a pair of forceps. "You may want to lie down," she told him.
"Why?" he asked. "Do you have something in mind?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Helen replied. She steadied his shoulder with one hand, and using the forceps in the other, went to extract the bullet.
"Agh!" Tesla shouted, jerking back away from her. "That is not what I was hoping for!"
Helen gave him a slight smile. "Then lie down." She pushed his good shoulder until he was lying on the bed. "Now hold still."
He obliged and she carefully pulled the bullet out of his shoulder, with him complaining all the while. She bandaged the wound and set her tools down. "You can be such a baby, Nikola," she said as she walked towards the door. She opened it and beckoned Alice in. "All right, you need to sort out whatever you came here for," Helen told her.
"Unless you came all this way just to shoot me," Tesla said, sitting up on the bed.
"Actually, I needed your help," Alice said.
"Well, you have the worst possible way of asking for it," Tesla replied.