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It was his birthday again. Another year, another day of ageing and he could feel it. He could feel himself getting old. It was disgusting. Really, he hadn't minded ageing disgracefully when he hadn't been ageing but now he was it was ridiculous how much he hated it. He'd have to permanently ban his birthday unless they wanted to make it Nikola Tesla day and then he was all for it.

Working hard, he was construction some new equipment for the small child who seemed to idolise him whilst scribbling notes for another piece of work. Muttering to himself he hadn't even heard the door or the steps down into his private lab beneath his hut. Looking up he was startled by the appearance of his other favourite leggy, Brunette Brits.

"Hello, I hope you've brought me wine. It is my birthday," Nikola said to Mac with a smirk.