"This is a keyboard."

"Keyboard."

"…yeah. Keyboard."

"And what do I do with said keyboard?"

"Okay, so you see that each key has a letter?"

"Key?" "The little squares."

"How on Earth is that a key?"

"It's a key to…typing the letter? I don't know! Just go with it."

"Fine, fine. Don't get cross with me."

"I'm not cross with you! Ugh," Claudia sighed. "No offence, HG, but you're kinda hopeless."

"Believe me, dear, I invented a time machine. If anyone can learn to use a computer, it would be me. "

Claudia shrugged in agreement. "Can do, HG. Just keep practicing," she said with a small smile.

"Helena?" Myka called from downstairs.

"See you later, Claudia! It was a pleasure," HG said, shutting her new laptop and standing quickly. Claudia raised her hand in a goodbye gesture as Helena left the room.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs of Leena's B&B, Myka gave her a look and showed HG her watch.

"I thought we agreed on 1:30," Myka said annoyedly.

"So sorry, love. Claudia brought me a- oh what was it called – laptop! I was pecking at keys!"

"…you mean typing?"

"Exactly. It was marvelous."

Myka tucked a lock of hair behind Helena's ear.

"I love you. Did you know that?" she whispered. Helena gave an uncharacteristic giggle.

"I would hope so. Otherwise all those night will have been for naught…" Helena trailed off as Myka moved closer, smothering the rest of her sentence. The two remained locked in an embrace until the floor creaked, startling the two apart. Turning swiftly, Myka locked eyes with a traumatized looking Claudia.

"Do pick your jaw up, dear," Helena said impatiently, "You look like a codfish."

Claudia coughed uncomfortably.

"Yup, going now," Claudia turned on her heel rapidly.

"Claud, wait!" Myka called.

"No," Claudia turned around, "don't get me wrong! I'm fine with it. Totally okay with it. I see nothing wrong and everyone should have the chance to love who they love and I'm trailing off subject like normal. Fabulous."

Myka smiled sympathetically. "Have a nice day dear. We won't do it again."

Helena frowned. "We won't?"

Claudia rolled her eyes and grinned. "You ever been in her room, HG? Don't believe it."

"Claudia, out," Myka ordered. With a wink in Helena's direction, Claudia left the room. A moment later, they heard the telltale sound of Claudia's foot in Pete's back and Pete tumbled into the room.

"Luckily for you guys," Claudia started, "Pete doesn't mind."

"Pervert," Myka muttered and left the room. HG gave him a look, then left.

"Come on Claudia," Pete whined. "Was that necessary?"

"Go back to your computer, Mr. Smooth," Claudia answered, then left in the other direction.

"Ah, I will never ever tire of the thrill that is flying. The grappler is one matter, but an airplane… If only I had thought of it first!" Helena exited the plane with a spring in her step, setting foot in the Colorado airport for the first time.

Myka shook her head tiredly. "You're like a child, Helena, seeing a new world."

"Believe me, Myka, if you were me, you'd be even worse. I am handling my emotions very well, thank you."

"Sure you are, sure you are," Myka said. "And if you don't stop 'handling your emotions,' your going to make my mouth fall off from laughing."

"You're not funny in the least."

"You are incorrigible."

"And you, dearest," Myka said teasingly, "Have a shoddy sense of humor."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Never."

Helena held up a warning finger. "Now you wait just a goldarn moment, Myka."

"Goldarn? You're practically asking for it."

"You're worse than Pete."

Myka's smile left her face.

"You take that back," she said.

An abnormally large grim broke across HG's face.

"Never!" And with that, Helena sprinted away. Shaking her head, Myka followed.

"So this is the street on which you grew up?" Helena asked, walking briskly down the sidewalk of Myka's childhood town.

"Mhm," Myka mumbled, her mouth covered by a red scarf.

"You know, I lived down the street from the bookstore, when I was little."

Myka lowered the fabric away from her mouth. "Did you now?"

"Yes, it was owned by a man named…Burnham. Will Burnham. What fond memories I have of that store. When our father was working and our mother was at some social call or another, Charles used to take me. There was a small wooden stool in the back room near the fantasy section…" Helena trailed off.

"We have a wooden stool, if you'd care to regress," Myka said enticingly. Suddenly, a large gust of wind blew directly into the pair's faces. Helena coughed as Myka moved her scarf back up to cover the rest of her face.

"If you can pull a pink lack frock out of the back, I'd consider," Helena said wistfully. "What a pretty dress that was… I lost two of the buttons. My mother was furious. 'Were you out playing with the boys again?' She'd say. And I'd smile and say, 'No mother,' as I tucked a wrench behind my petticoats.'"

A glint appeared in Myka's eyes.

"Now is when you can feel free to laugh," Helena prodded. The glint turned feisty.

"I don't feel like laughing. Just kiss me please," Myka said, a coy tone to her voice.

HG raised her eyebrows.

"This is a new development in the storyline. Has the cold gotten to your head?" With a dangerous look in her eyes, Helena slowly unwrapped the scarf from around Myka's neck, then wound it around their waists, pulling Myka close.

"I don't know," Myka whispered. "Maybe."

"One day," Helena murmured into Myka's neck, kissing up to her jawline, "I'm going to take you to the mountains of Wales."

A/N: Suggestions? Comments? Critiques? All are welcome.
This one's for you, Phoenix-cry!