H.G. always tried to stay away from clichés but whenever she was around Myka, for some reason, all she could think of was clichés. For a woman who was a brilliant inventor she always got flummoxed when trying to think of new ways to woo her woman, either that or they had already been done in the 150 years she had been bronzed.

She had always said to Woolly that the future was going to be a wondrous place. She didn't realise just how wondrous place it would be with Myka in it.

H.G. couldn't remember the last time she was this nervous. Tonight she had something special planned for Myka. She even made sure that everyone was out. As tonight was the night she was going ask Myka to marry her. After months of planning she had decided to take the subtle approach. A quiet night in, just the two of them. Which was a rare occurrence for the B&B.

As Myka came home Helena greeted her with the usual kiss and cuddle and general work chit chat.

"Where is everybody?" Myka had realised that they were on their own and immediately realised that Helena was up to something.

"They, my love, have gone out for the night. We have the whole place to ourselves." Smiled Helena. Her heart beginning to pound against her chest with nervousness of what was to come.

"Oh, they didn't say anything about it back at the warehouse…huh. I like it when it's just the two of us."

"That's good then, as I have something planned for us this evening. Something quite special." Helena lead Myka though the house, and into the conservatory where she had set out the table perfectly with a single red rose in a crystal vase in the middle.

Myka was taken aback by what she saw. It had been a while since Helena had done anything like this for her. Mainly because Artie had sent them on separate missions and they only managed to get a few fleeting hours with each other in between, and many of those hours were spent in the bedroom.

"Oh, Helena! This is beautiful. Why have you done this? Have you taken apart something you can't fix?" as the last time Helena had made dinner she taken apart the washing machine to try to understand how it works.

"Do I always have to have a reason to spoil my beautiful woman?" she stepped forward and pulled out a chair for Myka to sit on. "My Queen" Helena gestured for her to sit down. Myka gladly obeyed, smiling as she did. "This, darling, is no ordinary dinner. It will be one to remember forever."

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

"Just look under that serving dish and you will find out." Helena had not prepared a meal as Myka had expected but instead it was her favourite H.G. Wells book 'The War of the Worlds'.

Myka could not believe her eyes. She gasped as she looked between the book and her lover. "Oh my god, Helena!"

"That, is not just the original copy but it also has the side notes in that both I wrote for Charles to improve it. Look at the first page."

H.G. had written on it:

My darling Myka,

You have been my saviour. You have brought me back from my deepest darkest moment and stayed with me. I never thought I could be ever this happy again after losing my Christina, but you managed to do it. You had faith in me when others didn't. You truly do make the future a wondrous place.

After Myka had finished reading she looked up to Helena only to find her at eye level, on one knee with a ring box in her hand.

"Myka Bering, will you do me the honour of being my wife." Her hands shaking with anticipation.

"Helena. G. Wells, yes. Yes I will be your wife" Myka answered without a moment hesitation.

Helena slipped the ring on Myka's finger with ease and embraced her now fiancée. Lips intertwined, after a little while they parted. "I love you Myka."

"I love you too Helena."

Dinner seemed to be lost for the rest of the evening as Myka lead Helena up to their room.