A/N This one-shot is a result of my Gators losing in the Final 4. Set sometime in Season 2 before "Buried".
Just some fun fluff, gravy and a biscuit to sop it up with.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
"Hey Hey Hey, Its the Colonel and all the fixings" Pete said as he pushed his way past Claudia who had opened the door to the umbilicus for both of them. "Stop shoving Petemeister, someone give me a hand with this?" Claudia said as she closed the door her with hip.
Artie started mumbling, not looking up from the computer. "Children, I work with children" The portly man huffed out. Myka jumped up, grabbing the bags from the young red-head as she gave Artie a glare. "Chicken, again?" Artie grumbled .
"Not just any chicken, old boy, Original recipe and extra crispy" Pete said as he set the buckets down on Myka's desk. "Why my desk?" Myka glared as she snatched her paperwork off just in time."What's wrong with your desk?" Myka huffed.
"Really? You have to ask?" Claudia said, with emphasis as she waved at everyone else's cluttered desks. Myka sighed, followed with an eye roll and a mutter 'I have to suffer because you all are pigs with your desks and I am not' as Myka cleared away her files.
"Don't worry Mykes, I got coleslaw, biscuits and gravy for you." Pete grinned as he and Claudia started to put out the spread. "Ooh, gravy?" Artie said as he opened the styrofoam containers.
"Did someone say the Colonel is here? When did the warehouse employ the Militia?" Helena asked as she came into the room, clipboard in hand as she caught sight of the slight blush from Myka at her quip.
"Its dinner...umm… Kentucky Fried Chicken... No Militia involved." Myke smiled. "The man who started it was called the Colonel…" Myka trailing off as Helena stood close to her. "What is that, darling?" Helena asked as she pointed to the containers sitting on Myka's desk.
"Dinner HG, come one everyone, time to get our grub on" Pete said as he rubbed his hands together. As everyone pulled up chairs and started to dole out the feast. Helena sat back, giving a wary eye to the food laid before her. "Breast or leg?"
Myka gave a slight grin as Claudia handed the bucket over to Helena. "What will it be, HG? Breast or leg?" Claudia asked as she shook the chicken in front of the time traveler. Helena gave a slight glance over to Myka, who had a rather large piece of chicken in front of her.
"What do you prefer, darling?" Helena asked as she watched Myka set down the rather large piece of poultry in front of her. "Umm...I prefer the white meat, the..umm...breast" Myka said as her eyes settled on the last button of Helena's light blue shirt.
Helena smirked to herself as she followed the line of Myka's Forest green as they trailed down to the bottom of her buttoned shirt. "I must say, I am with Mr. Lattimer on this, I much prefer Legs myself. " Helena smirked as she puffed her chest out just enough so the sumptuous cleavage peaked just under the slit of her blouse.
"Thats what I am talking about!" Pete said as he raised his hand to high five HG. Pete gave a small grimace when HG kept her hands crossed around her chest. "Nothing beats a good pair of legs" Pete smirked as he ripped into the extra crispy flesh.
They all settled into their respective favorites. Helena sat back and watched as the others dug into the strange smelling food around the table. Myka noticed HG sitting back, a wary eye following the agents hands. So Myka took it upon herself to dish up a plate for Helena... HG, before Pete inhaled all the food. As Myka set the paper plate down in front of HG, she noticed her giving a her shy smile. "Thank you Darling", HG whispered.
Green eyes glancing at the top three of the unbuttoned shirt. "What is this?" Helena asked as she fingered a biscuit in front of her. "Its an American thing, Buttermilk, flour and yeast and then you put something between it" Myka said as she sat down across from the Brit, dunking hers in the gravy.
"Back in my time, and correct me if I am wrong, which I highly suspect I am not, but "biscuits" were something you partaken with a good cup of tea. Now they are referred to as 'cookies' in this century,Yes?" Artie just glared as he grabbed a biskit. "But breasts are now called 'Ta Ta's. So tell me, Myka, are you enjoying that full, plump Ta Ta?"
Helena said as she watched Myka nearly choking on the white piece of meat between her forefinger and thumb that she had just put into her mouth."Good one, HG" Claudia snorted. Pete was totally oblivious to the verbal exchange between the three women as he ripped into his leg. "Children" Artie mumbled again as he took his plate over to his own desk.
"And where might the silverware be?" Helena asked as she rummaged through the makeshift kitchenette. "We have sporks, HG" Claudia said as she raised the piece of plastic up. Myka tried to repress her laughter, holding her hand to her mouth as she watched the time traveler raise one of those perfectly sculpted eyebrows at the the two women.
Of course Helena would have no clue as to what a 'spork' was, Myka suddenly realised. She watched a small hint of red crossing HG's checks. Helena… HG, she mentally corrected herself, would not have the first clue as to something so mundane and simple as a fast food meal. Feeling the unsaid embarrassment from Helena's, correct that, HG's lack of knowledge of twenty first century fast food etiquette.
She cleared her throat.
"This is fast food Hel... HG, its made to be eaten with your fingers, this is how we sup, no dining" Myka said, remembering the difference between 'to dine and to sup' in a long forgotten etiquette book she had stumbled across as a child in her parents bookstore. Helena... HG, raised another eyebrow as she watched the other Agents using their fingers to enjoy their meal.
"So, we are partaking in supper then?" HG said as she looked at Myka, her fingers hesitantly pushing at the plate of food the younger agent had set before her. "It is socially acceptable to use your fingers Hel… HG" Myka replied. 'Damn it' Myka silently cursed herself, why was she having such a hard time differentiating Helena from from HG?
HG smudged silently to herself, she eyed every move Myka made, staying just a few seconds behind the beautiful agents long, slender fingers. Helena watched as Myka would pick at the piece of chicken, sliding her finger under the greasy skin, peeling and then removing the breaded crust. Helena would then follow the same pattern, removing and then setting aside the skin, then pick and remove the moist meat.
"Uhf bona eff at?" Pete's muffled words shook Hele… HG out of her studious process. She watched as Peter grabbed for the discarded skin on Myka's plate. HG watched as the younger agent would huff and roll her eyes. "Dang it, Ms Martha Stewart, you speak Pete?" Claudia said as she handed the bucket over to Helena.
Myka shrugged her shoulders as she handed the crust over to Pete "I know he wants it." Claudia grabbed her plate and headed over to her own work station. "Yeah, that's not all he wants" Claudia snorted as she starts to type on her computer. "Ewww… that is like sleeping with my brother, Claud" Myka responded.
Now it was just the two of them at Myka's desk. HG grinned as she reached for the bucket. "I feel the need for a Ta Ta in hand, is called for" Myka dropped her biskit as she tried to hold in her coughing "Whattt…" Helena grinned as her eyes raked over the agent.
"A breast, darling. Are there any more available?" HG asked, making no apologies as her eyes blazed a trail from Myka's neck to just were two beautiful breast were heaving with each breath, straining against the thin cotton fabric of the white tank under the open, unbuttoned checkered shirt of Myka.
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Both women tucked into their meals, HG, still waiting a second behind Myka as she followed the agents hands. Always one to educate herself, Helena made sure she followed Myka's lead when partaking in new territory.
"Finger licking good, un HG?" Pete said as he polished off the last of the chicken in the bucket. Myka smiled at the time traveler as she poured more gravy over her mashed potatoes. Helena watched as Myka slid her finger around the rim of the cup. Placing the last bit of gravy into her mouth. "Indeed, Agent Lattimer" HG smirked as green eyes shot up, meeting dark eyes. A blush covering pale cheeks.
Helena licked her bottom lip as she watched the clear juice trickle down Myka,s finger. Her hand frozen in mid stride as Myka's lips curled around her finger. Helena let out an audible gulp as she watched Myka slowly pull her forefinger from those luscious lips. Repressing an soulful groan as she felt her thighs tighten. "Definitely finger licking good" Myka blushed and turned as soon as those words escaped her lips. Her blushing causing her to feel light headed as she set the plate down at the counter.
Myka's words had not gone unnoticed from the older agent as she cleared off the table from the feast on the younger agents desk. "Myka, Pete, there is a disturbance in AA-137, go...now!' the gruff man said. His face glued to the screen, not seeing the agent passed out on the couch. "On it, Artie" Myka said as she placed a tesla in her back pocket. Her hand reaching for a can of goo as she poked Pete on the couch. "Not now, Ma, I'll take the garbage out later" Pete mumbled as he rolled over, his face now submerged into the back of the couch.
Myka rolled her eyes "Artie, Pete is out of it" Myka said as she felt Hele… HG's eyes on her. "Then take Claudia" Artie grumbled. "No can do, grumpy pants, someone needs to stay and monitor it from here, and I am in the middle of those upgrades you have been grousing about, can't leave." Claudia said. Smirking to herself as she knew that only meant one person left.
Everyone heard Artie stiffing up, knowing what was coming. "AGENT WELLS" The disdain dripping off each letter from the gruff man. "Go assist Agent Bering… and no touching of ANYTHING in the warehouse. Am I understood." Artie said as he spun around in his chair, all three women eyeing him."You know Arthur, one of these day you will…" HG's words were cut off as Myka gripped the older agents hand. "Come on Helena, lets go"
Artie raised his glasses "Helena!? Helena now is it?!" his words being silenced at the door slamming shut as the two agents rushed out of the office. "RUU..oh " Claudia said as she turned back to face her computer. "HELENA! Helena, is it?" Artie shouted to no one. "You know Artie, she is not that bad, I mean, Myka seems to trust her. And, is it such a bad thing to say I kind of like HG here. I mean, she is sort of cool, 'Father of science fiction" and all" Claudia said, trying to run interference. "Just don't get used to it, kiddo"
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Claudia logged onto the electro magnetic interference program, again. "Shuzz butt" She whispered. The EMI had not only not gone down, but it seemed to grow even more. "What the frack!" Claudia mumbled
Some time before that….
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HELENA, duck! Myka yelled as she held the Jade Elephant in her right hand, her left hand pushing the older agent down with her left hand.
"Wow, that was close", Myka said as she pressed the last of the electrically charged particles into the pack. "Not bad for a days work" Myka huffed as she started to unhook the contraption from herself. "And I may beg to differ, Agent Bering" Helena huffed out.
Myka started to laugh as she struggled with the straps. "And what the bloody hell is so funny?" HG said, rubbing her backside. "You should see your hair… I'm sorry, it just looks like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket." Myka giggled a she helped the older agent up.
"I feel my discomfort should not be for your personal amusement, Agent Bering. Seeing as I played the pig to lure your monster" Helena snorted. Her fingers trying to release the harness from the younger agent as they bantered. "And I suppose you are all a giddy with some rhetorical tort to as my lack of knowledge in the field of electrical current, seeing as you assume that we had no such luxury in my century?" Myka's face blushed, the sting of Helena's words had not fallen upon deaf ears.
"I'm sorry Helena… It's not what I meant." Myka turning her head, feeling like she had been verbally slapped by her idol. Myka was still struggling to remove the harness when Helena sighed. Myka watched as the writer ran her hand through her hair, the electrical current flying away as black locks settled into perfection. "Here, let me help" HG said as she reached for the black straps that younger agent was struggling with to remove from her person. "NO, I'm fine"
HG backed away, her hands held up in mock surrender as she stepped back "Far be it from me to interfere with an agent and their performance" HG said, crossing her arms as she watched Myka struggle to release the cumbersome pack. Myka let out a loud groan as she struggled, her chest pushed and strained against the white shirt Myka wore, the black straps refusing to release their hold. "Would you just…" Helena huffed as her hands brushed over Myka's chest, releasing the straps and catching the pack just before it fell to the ground. Their faces, just a breath apart, their chest heaving to catch their breaths as Helena struggled to hold the pack up. "Umm, here, let me help, Helena."
"Say that again"
"Say what again?"
"My name… please Darling, say my Christian name" Helena rasped out. Her decorum and resolve falling as fast as the pack from her hand.
"Helena"
"Myka, you can not tell me that you have not felt this...this pull, between you and I" Helena whispered, the younger agent backing up with each word. Myka was terrified of the feelings that were waging war inside her. "HG… Helena" the words escaping in a breathless whisper.
Sucking in what ever air Myka's lungs could find as she felt the cold steel make contact between the thin cotton shirt as her back contacted against the cold metal frame of one of the shelves.
Myka sucked in a rushed breath as HG pressed her warm self against her body. Her lips playing against hers as Myka tried to process all the sensations that bombarding her body. "Helena" She whispered. "Please"
The younger agent almost pleaded. Myka was never, ever one to beg or grovel. But her head spun with the warmth of this displaced time traveler, her hero, her favorite writer, an agent of the warehouse, her everything was now pressing against her. "I am none of those things" Helena whispered. Her lips ghosting across Myka's. "I am but a woman, made of just flesh and blood"
Their lips brushing against each others. Myka gasped as she found her lips seeking out the warmth of this woman. "Helena" Myka's words escaping in a barely adable breath. "Yes, my love" The words from the author were breathed back into her lungs, filling a aching want. Myka felt herself tense, not from fear, but from a renewed self of being. This woman, not just a woman, desired her, as she did. Nothing more clouded her thoughts as her finger tangled in black silken locks. Drawing their souls closer.
Myka let out a rasped moan as Helena's lips traced between silken breasts. Warm hands made their way under the thin white cotton T-shirt. Finding purchase were both moaned in the sheer pleasure of the sensation. Myka's head fell back against the cold metal shelve as warm, British lips traced up that heavenly throat. Hips pressed urgently together as the air crackled overhead.
Claudia set the can of goo down quietly, backing away from the sight that would surely burn in the girls mind for ages to come. She smelled Apples as her hand reached for the lever of the goo that ran above the aisle.
"Alright, alright… I'll wait a few minutes more."