OFA: sticking it out

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Nikola has not left the Sanctuary. Nor does he intend to.

As far as he's concerned, Helen had a fit of temper, causing her to react rashly and foolishly, and when she's had a chance to calm down, she'll either forget all about it or apologize, and they can get on with things.

Really, he's being generous in his assumptions because he thinks her concern for Ashley will finally result in her acting in (what he assumes) is Ashley's best interest.

And if not...

Well, for the moment, he's holed up in his lab, and he's jury-rigged a pretty impressive lock/barricade to keep people out. He'd really like to see Henry try to get through it. (Or John. He'd really like to see John try.) He can stay for quite some time without needing to leave for supplies, and if anyone really needs him, there are certainly ways to communicate that don't require face-to-face interaction.

So he waits.

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"Moving into necrophilia again," Nikola points out.

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"There doesn't have to be any erotic attraction between vampire and corpse," Owen points out numbly. "Not just for a good wank."

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"I find it difficult to perform while thinking of corpses."

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"So don't think of corpses. Let me in, Tesla. Think of me as you would any other abnormal. Not less than anything. Just different."

He's really looking forward to the day when he'll believe that, hoping he just sounds convincing enough now.

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Nikola laughs. "Not a chance, Dr. Death. That door stays closed."

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"I thought this project fascinated you. Tesla. Thought you might actually take an interest in someone but your own- "

He stops and forces himself to calm down.

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"Take a number," Nikola says. "You're hardly the only project on my docket."

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"What? I thought you'd given up on me, Tesla!"

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"Did I say that?"

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"The whole 'find someone else to keep you moving, zombie-boy' thing might have insinuated it a bit."

Well, this changes things. Owen had thought that Tesla thought he isn't even a bizarre specimen anymore. If he is still interested in the science, he only has to convince Tesla to actually apply it to him.

No worries, then...

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"So, no," Nikola points out. "I didn't say that."

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"So you're still working on the energy readings, but I haven't grovelled enough to actually get a look at them, is that what you're saying?"

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"I'm saying nothing whatsoever on the subject."

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"Why not?" Owen runs a hand over his eyes and makes a terrible face, glad that Nikola can't see him right now. "I've apologised, haven't I? I'm here, Tesla. Begging you for help through a locked door. Grovelling back to you."

He slams his fist into the carpet. "What else can I do?"

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"It doesn't matter what you do," Nikola snaps. "You're not getting in here, and I'm not helping you today. Deal with it."

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Not today. Owen pounces on that like a dog with a bone.

He sighs and gets up, leaning on Tesla's door and speaking more softly. "Okay. I get it. I'm going. You've still got my jacket. Tesla, can I have it back before I leave you alone... please?"

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"No. That door stays closed."

Nobody ever said Nikola wasn't a paranoid bastard.

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"C'mon, Tesla," Owen says bluntly, "you're being unreasonable. You got my jacket in there, and my shirt, and my vest. I kind of need them back."

It's not like he only has one outfit, but he has been wearing that jacket practically every day since his recruitment to Torchwood. He wouldn't admit it, but you might say it has sentimental value.

He's not also aiming for a quick look inside Tesla's locked lair or anything.

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"And I kind of need that door to stay shut."

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"Why?" Owen throws his hands in the air, exasperated. "What are you scared of out here?"

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"It's hardly that simple."

And he isn't scared of anything per se. Just avoiding it.

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"Try me. I've hardly got anything better to do than listen, have I?"

Owen may have just been needling him there. He wouldn't want to meet anything that could scare Tesla.

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"I'm not back here pining away for someone to unburden myself on, if that's what you're imagining."

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"I'd be disappointed if you were," Owen says frankly. "That's not who you are."

He pulls his jumper closer in, sitting back against the door.

"You gonna tell me, then, so I don't have to imagine?"

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"No, I'm going to let you be creative about it."