A/N: So here's the wrap-up. Enjoy. The title comes from Shinedown's 'Carried Away.'

Disclaimer: I don't own Sanctuary, unfortunately. I do own Alice, such as she is.

Epilogue: Steal the Rush From the Hands of Time

Two days later, Alice announced that she felt she had worn out her welcome and was taking off again through time. She stood by her machine, talking to Helen and Tesla.

"Where will you go?" Helen asked.

Alice shrugged. "Oh, around. There are still so many places I haven't been. Maybe I'll try the Fall of Constantinople, or maybe Sarajevo in June of 1914. I hear that was interesting. It's not often that history gets made by a Serbian," she said with a grin.

"Hey!" Tesla declared.

"Present company excluded, of course," Alice added, still grinning.

"Just because you can't shoot me anymore you're going to try insulting me?" Tesla asked.

"I could still shoot you," Alice said. "This is just far more effective."

"I see things between you two are back to normal," Helen observed.

"We can only cooperate for so long before we despise each other again," Tesla said.

"What's life without a little animosity?" Alice added with a smile. She began adjusting dials on the time machine's pedestal. "December 24th, 1863," she said, almost to herself.

"Christmas Eve?" Helen asked.

Alice nodded. "The year before I was born. I think I'll go say hello to my parents, back when they were young and happy." She set her hand on the lever. "Maybe I'll see you around some time."

"God, I hope not," Tesla said, then smirked slightly.

Alice gave them a little wave, then pulled the lever, disappearing into the past. Helen and Tesla stared at the empty spot for a moment before turning towards the door.

"I think I'm going to miss her, a little," Helen said as she walked out of the room.

Tesla paused and looked back at the empty space. "So will I," he said to himself, then followed Helen out the door.