To tell you the truth, I never thought that Quest for Life will have a sequel. But, what would life be without its surprises? :P I have absolutely no idea where this fic will get. I think I'll just… let it evolve :P

It was 9 o'clock in the evening and Helen was alone in her office, when she heard three knocks at the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and a young girl entered the room. Helen threw the guest a questioning look, as if she was trying to determine what the young girl was thinking.

"You called for me mother." The young girl said before taking a seat, with the most innocent voice possible.

"Yes, I did. Listen, Natalie, I wanted to ask you something." Helen's look met Natalie's eyes- his eyes, the same astonishing steel blue that still made her knees tremble, even after so many years- and for a second the young girl thought that she had escaped whatever punishment had been prepared for her.

"Did I do something wrong, mommy?" the young girl asked with the most innocent voice possible. However, her mischievous grin gave her out. She was in trouble and they both knew it.

"I was working in my office when the light bulbs exploded. All of them." Helen said on a threatening tone. "Do you have any idea how this happened, young lady?"

The pair of steel blue eyes looked around in the room while their owner played absently with her black curls. "Absolutely none." Natalie said after a while. "I hope you weren't hurt."

"No, I'm alright. However, I'd rather you stopped lying to me, young lady. What did you do to the light bulbs?" Her mother's tone was angrier now and Natalie knew that her lying times are over.

"Dad said they're boring." She said briefly. "You know he's been telling you to change them for a while."

"Yes, I know. But I liked them."

Natalie rolled her eyes silently. "Mom, incandescent light bulbs are so 19th century. Plus, the guy who invented them is a total di-"the young girl wasn't able to finish the phrase because her mother interrupted her, fuming.

"Natalie Tesla, you are not to use that kind of language, understood?"

"What? You know I'm right. Tommy and the other guy, that Italian mob- I forgot his name- they were both idiots."

"I'm guessing your dad said that."

"Talking behind my back again, ladies?" Nikola said entering the room. Without a single word, he took Helen in his arms and kissed her passionately, making her moan unsatisfied when their lips parted.

"You changed the light bulbs. Fluorescent ones, huh? " He remarked with glee in his voice as he threw himself on the couch. "Good. The others were utterly boring."

"I changed them because your daughter blew the others up, Nikola."Helen said, trying to maintain an angry tone. However, after that kiss, this was an almost impossible task.

"Did you now?" Two pair of steel blue eyes met, father's and daughter's, and for a second Natalie thought she was really in trouble. But she sighed with relief when she saw the spark of glee in her father's eyes. "That's my girl." Nikola said with an incredibly sexy smirk.

"Nikola!" Helen yelled at him. "Whose side are you on?"

"Oh, right. What you did was a very bad thing, young lady. You are not to play with your mother's light bulbs again, understood?" Nikola said. All of them? He asked his daughter telepathically.

"Every single one of them. Take that Tommy."

"Good girl."

"But mom…"

"You just leave it all to me, Natalija."

"Nikola…"Helen said on a threatening tone. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing." Natalie and her father replied almost at the same time, making Helen roll her eyes.

"You're both impossible." she said with a sad smile.

"And that's why you love us. Listen, Helen, it's late. Can we leave this until tomorrow?" Nikola asked, desire burning in his eyes. Trying to ignore the fact that her stomach was already swarming with butterflies, Helen let her daughter leave, not before telling her that if she does this one more time, she will get grounded.

"Honestly, Helen, you're taking this too seriously. She is still young. Let her discover." Nikola whispered to her when they were finally alone. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started to massage them tenderly, causing whimpers of pleasure to escape her throat.

"That's precisely the problem. I don't want her to get hurt."

"She won't."

"I told you to take care of her, Nikola." Helen silently scolded him.

"Well, I did. She didn't know where the electric panel is. I told her."

"So you knew about the light bulbs?"

"More ore less."

"You know, someday you're really going to get it for this."

Nikola scoffed silently. "What will you do, Helen? Make me sleep on the couch? I guess you remember what happened last time you did that."

The anger in Helen's eyes was almost immediately replaced by a sinful look. She remembered that night all too well. He actually did sleep on the couch, but not for more than half an hour. After that, they had both ended up on the floor, sleeping being the last thing they had thought about. Moreover, Helen had to wear a scarf for almost a week until the marks on her neck disappeared. And the only reason Nikola hadn't been forced to do the same was because his own marks were in a place that wasn't that visible.

"You are one cheeky, selfish bastard."

"And…"

"And… you're going to have to work hard for other adjectives, Nikola." Helen said with a guttery smile, as her finger traced a thin line on his body, stopping dangerously close to his belt.

"9 years, Mrs. Tesla. 9 years and you still don't know that it is unwise to provoke me." With a smirk, he took her in his arms, so fast that she was barely able to encircle his neck with her arms. They went to their bedroom kissing each other until they were both almost breathless. When they got to the door, he threw her a fiery look, his eyes all blackened, all burning with pure, raw lust and she smiled knowing that he was going to make up for any light bulbs his daughter had destroyed.

Meanwhile, Natalie was in the basement, clearly not a place where she should have been at that time of the day. She searched desperately for something, but her impatience was soon rewarded when she found a dusty book. Her mother had probably forgotten about it, because it had been a while and they had found other ways of communication, but it still attracted her with a force that the young girl could not explain. It was almost… electric. She flipped the pages, until her fingers found the right place. Her eyes were sparkling with glee in the dark and soon after the darkness was briefly lit by a few sparks that came out from Natalie's fingers. Sadly, she didn't inherit her father's healing abilities so she wasn't able to maintain a continuous electric current for too long, but she had to hope it was enough. Now if she'd only find the right frequency…