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This takes place in Vendetta. Warning this does have some spoilers for those of you who haven't seen Vendetta.

This begins at the funeral.

"It's a bloody rotten business" Helena said suddenly appearing behind Myka.

Myka was startled thinking that she was alone. "What are you doing here?"

"Same thing you are tracking Torquemada's chain." H.G replied. "It was on our most desired in Warehouse 12."

"Well you are on Artie's desired list. So unfortunately unless you want to be bronzed again I would suggest that you…"

H.G cut Myka off midsentence. "He's still opposed to me returning as an agent?"

"Well he's opposed to your existence. So I would say that extends to…"

Helena cut Myka off again. "This is absurd. I saved your life. I've saved Claudia's life. I've…I've proven myself that I can be trusted. More than that I have proven that I'm of value…"

"I'm not questioning your value. I'm curious about your motives."

"Myka I can't…I don't belong in this world. The warehouse…"

"I'm going to need more than that. I'm going to need more than she doesn't like the world. I'm going to need the truth. Why did they bronze you? What did you do that the regents felt that they had to encase you in bronze?"

"I asked to be bronze."

"You asked? Who in their right mind would…"

"I wasn't in my right mind. My daughter, my Christina had been murdered, a brutal and senseless crime. I had to try to change it. I was working in a place where miracles happen. There had to be something; some way to bring her back or to turn back time. I spent years desperately combs the shelves of Warehouse 12. Twice I was discovered and brought before the regents. Twice they were lenient and gave me a reprieve. The third time my recklessness cost the life of a fellow agent. I was distraught and quite right I'm afraid. I had become a danger. So I asked and they said yes. I suppose I hoped to awaken in a different world, a better one."

"The bronzer was your time machine?"

"Closest I could come." Helena said sadly looking down at the ground. Myka sat down next to her.

"I'll talk to Artie."

"Thank you. Umm…this is how to reach me in D.C." H.G handed Myka the card. She turned and looked at Artie talking to some man. She stood saying "Myka…I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thanks. So I guess this makes us even?" Myka asked.

"What do you mean?" H.G asked looking confused at Myka.

"You said I owed you one when you gave me the grappling hook. Is this what you had in mind when you wrote that?"

"No it wasn't."

"Then what were you hoping to get out of it?" Myka asked.

Helena looked at Myka staring into her eyes. The British woman was biting her lower lip. Finally Helena just kissed Myka. Myka was startled at first but didn't pull away. She was surprised how much she liked the kiss. H.G pulled away and looked at Myka. Myka's shock was apparent on her face. "That's what I had in mind." With that she walked away.


Later

Artie's searching the computer for whatever the killer wanted on Joe's computer. He found the a list of Russian names and addresses and was explaining to Myka who they were. Pete came in saying he found something on the security camera. He pulled it up.

"Wait…wait…right there." He was pointing to H.G Wells who had apparently been in that building earlier today.

Myka had a hurt expression. She was already confused about why H.G kissed her. The whole day she had gone over it in her mind. The part that really confused her was why she liked it so much. I couldn't have feelings for Helena. It doesn't matter anyway. She was just using me. She looked start at the security camera. She knew we would see it. Myka thought to herself bitterly.


Much Later

Myka, Pete, and Artie had traveled to Russia earlier that day. Not even an hour ago Artie had been taken. Myka was seriously worried about Artie and Pete was hungry for some Borch. Pete had been bugging Myka. He'd been trying to give Myka hand signals that she just couldn't get.

"What?" Myka said finally giving up.

"They're watching us." Pete said as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Why didn't you just say that?"

"Because I was trying to act nonchalant."

"Oh good job" Myka replied sarcastically.

"So umm…I want you to go that way" Pete motioned with his head for her to go to his left. "Then I'm going to go this way. Take the bag and see where he goes." He handed Myka the bag and gave her a kiss on the check. Pretending like they where together.

Myka walked off. Pete started walked the other way but instead he went to go talk to someone he had spotted. "Hey you mind telling me what you're doing here? Hi remember me."

H. G turned to him saying, "We really don't have time for this."

Pete was pointing the Tesla at her. "How did you find us?"

"Receiver, it tells me the exact coordinates of the tracker I slipped into Myka's pocket. But before you get angry…"

"I'm not angry. Just tell me you also slipped one of those into Artie's pocket too."

"Artie's gone?" Helena was clearly surprised.

However Pete was not the one to answer her. "He was kidnapped. Probably by the same person who killed Dickenson and Sweetwood. We could use your help." Myka answered walking up from behind her.

H.G could detect a tone in Myka's voice that made it seem obvious she was not happy with her. She was about to ask what she'd done but Pete spoke up.

"No wait Myka. Artie would blow a gaskit."

"Pete we need help and she's here. For the record I knew you slipped this into my pocket back at the cemetery." Myka seemed more upset with her.

Helena just smiled trying to make light, "I thought you'd know."

"I knew that you'd think I knew." Myka said rather hotly.

"Oh all right. We think he might have been taken by his former Soviet Union contact." Pete said making the smile on H.G face disappear when she turned to look at him.

"That's impossible." H.G figured the sooner she got her information out the sooner Pete might go away so she could talk to Myka.

"How do you know that?" Myka asked still angry, although Pete remained oblivious to this.

H. G handed Myka a piece of paper she just took out of her pocket. "It couldn't have been Alexander."

"That's why Claudia trail went cold." Myka said as she put the piece together in her mind.

"Would anyone mind clueing me in?"

"Alexander died thirteen years ago." She replied showing him the piece of paper.

They made a plan to split up because Pete was starving because he hadn't eaten lunch. Myka still wanted to search. So H.G volunteered to go with her. As soon as Pete was out of sight Myka turned and started walking away from Helena.

Helena wanted to know what was bugging Myka and quickly caught up with her. "What's wrong Myka?"

Myka spun on her heels so she was facing H.G. "You just used me. You only kissed me so you could plant that bug in my pocket."

"That's not the only reason." She said but that was enough for Myka. Myka started to walk away from her again but Helena caught her wrist and pulled her back. "You didn't let me finish. Myka I'm not using you. I rather like you. That's the real reason I kissed you."

"Helena, don't pull that crap on me…" Her sentence was lost as Helena kissed midsentence. Myka relaxed into this kiss. She actually allowed herself to enjoy it. The kiss started out sweet until H.G heated it up. Helena's tongue begged for entrance into Myka's mouth. Myka was hesitant at first but granted entrance. Helena's tongue explored here mouth until they were forced to pull apart from lack of air.

H.G looked at Myka's flushed face. "I take that as you like me as well." She said smirking.

Ok so I thought these characters just screamed to have Fanfiction written about them. Review and tell me if you like it and if I should keep going and write the next chapter.