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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.

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"Yes but there is around and then there is raising my child and making him believe in ridiculous human notions of morality, rights and wrongs, inadequate scientific groundings and of course more importantly he may make my child believe that Edison was a genius. Which can't happen clearly," Nikola said, floundering a little at the my child part. A child, his own child, to mould and manipulate and make his. "He should be named after me. Nikola Tesla. A fine name."

"No, absolutely not. The child is going to be called McHale. And not Nikola but you can pick something else suitable when we know the sex," Mac says emphatically.

"Tesla," Nikola argued almost childishly. Very childishly. His child, his imperfectly bred perfect child of genetic perfection was going to have his name even if he had to falsify council documents and records when that time arose. He would have to plan for that. "Whyever would we call it McHale, it'll be mine."

"You aren't married to me and I'm the one giving birth. McHale," Mac says. "And I'll get a Council decree if I have to. You can name it."

"It's my child," Nikola said sulkily. "Fine, McHale but I get the name choice. What is it with British women? First Helen and now you."

It was ridiculous really but at least he would chose something and then he would change the surname to suit him when she wasn't looking.

"It's my child too and I'm carrying it," Mac insists. "It will have my name. If we were married, it might be different, but we're not."

Nikola crossed his arms sulkily, huffing a fine at her. Really, not his best birthday yet.

"I get to pick the other name though," Nikola said, pouring himself a glass before forgoing the glass entirely and drinking straight from the bottle.

"You do, within reason. I'm not doing Nikola Junior, or anything, but if you want to pick something that means something to you, I'm happy to use that," Mac says. She doesn't want to be difficult about all this, really, and she'd like to stay friends.

"It's for the best, Nikola. You know I wanted more than you could give me."

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