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Helen thought it was just as well that she'd found the bottle of Source Blood in the clinic instead of at home or some place even remotely public and she'd kept it in her own Vet's Office since then, not wanting anyone to stumble upon it. In theory, it should be rendered inert by the island's own special qualities but Helen couldn't be too careful with such a valuable, yet dangerous object.

She dashed off quick notes to both John and Nikola, requesting they meet her in the vet's office after the day was done and once Granby and Sam and all the rest had cleared out, Helen paced the floors and waited. Walking was easier on her back most of the time and, well, there was always the chance she might not get out of a chair if she got in it.

Once she heard the door swing in, she motioned them inside. "Come on, then, shut the door and lock it. I've got something important to discuss and I don't want eavesdroppers."

Helen was, honestly, quite nervous about what she had to do but before she started showing and the island at large found out, she needed to tell John she was pregnant. It wouldn't be fair to John for him to find out through a third party and Helen had more respect for him and their burgeoning friendship to allow that to happen.

She still didn't want to go alone, though, and she thought Nikola the best choice to tag along. Nikola had known John just as long as she and, unlike Will, wasn't the baby's father. The last thing Helen wanted was any ill consequence on Will's part.

She met Nikola just outside his own hut to make the trek out to see John and, predictably, he was late.

"Nikola, come on."

[OOC: I figure Tesla-Druitt-Magnus for order?]

Helen wasn't exactly the sort of person to avoid someone for a length of time except, well, when it came to John Druitt. He was the exception to most of her rules and since the disappearance of Joan last month (or not-disappearance, as it turned out) Helen had kept her distance. Feeling for even a moment that John might have betrayed her was too much to think about and having gotten so close to him again, it hurt to think he'd still hunt and kill women the way he had when they were younger.

It had made things strained with Will, too, and Helen obviously had more of an investment in preserving her relationship with her husband over rekindling a friendship with her ex and that had taken time. She had come to the labs to see Nikola, catch him for a chat and a cup of tea, but seeing John arrested her in her tracks.

"Ah, right. I should have known you'd make your way down here eventually. Have you seen Nikola?"

Damn, but this was awkward. Helen hated being anything but poised and perfect and, worse, she knew John would more than likely pick up on her discomfort. He knew her far too well.

Helen was still nursing the remnants of a hangover from the evening before (too much fine champagne, too unused to her human metabolism) and had a splitting headache but, more than that, she felt like she owed John an apology for running him off the evening before. It was simply a friendly dance and she'd gotten too friendly and granted him an intimacy.

It was no more than she'd do to Sam and perhaps less than she'd grant Nikola or Kate but for John, a man who so tightly controlled his emotions in general and about her specifically, it was tantamount to offering a recovering alcoholic a tumbler of scotch: he couldn't resist and she shouldn't have done it.

The last time she'd wanted to meet John, she'd gone to Westminster Abbey and Helen had checked the churchyard without finding him. Wherever he was, he didn't want to be found, and when the wind was blowing a little too harshly for her cape to keep out, she ducked into a little bookshop that reminded her of one that she and John used to frequent when they were young. She would be so glad when the island was tropical again.

He wasn't there, of course, but Helen drifted toward the back anyway, toward where the poetry was kept and on a lark, she picked up a slim volume of William Blake that John had favored. They'd read it together, actually, and when she opened it, she was surprised to see a slip of paper fall out from between the pages.

Meet me tomorrow, Helen.

- John

And so, the next afternoon, she turned back up at the little bookshop and settled in to wait, making a valiant attempt at reading Hawthorne while she waited on him to show.

Since it had been a few days since the disastrous mistletoe incident and Helen hadn't actually seen John, she decided she'd go hunt him down instead. It was probably a very bad idea but after a few days of separation, she realized she wasn't exactly overly upset with him for having kissed her. She was a little upset, yes, but not so much that she didn't want to see him ever again.

They should just keep the kissing at a minimum. Preferably none, since the only man Helen wanted to kiss was Will Zimmerman.

It turned out that finding John Druitt was harder than expected. Helen thought it might have been easy considering he was so tall and distinctive looking but, alas, she hadn't had any luck in the first few places she'd looked. It was difficult with the island being both London and not and some of their more familiar haunts weren't there or not in the correct place so it was disconcerting and disheartening.

After looking for longer than Helen wanted to admit, she ended up with a frozen nose for her troubles and a cup of tea cupped in her hands while she poured over a book in what used to be the Compound's kitchen. If he wanted to be found, he'd be found.

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