Hey, guys! Thanks for your reviews on my last Fringe fanfic! Here's a Warehouse 13 fanfic for ya, I love the sisterly dynamic between Myka and HG, and I thought I'd switch from Claudia Pyka shipping to HG PYKA SHIPPING! Tell me what guys think! More chapters coming soon! :) xoxo

It was Friday night, and what were Myka and Helena (AKA HG Wells) doing? Out partying? Incorrect. They were sitting on the floor of Myka's room, reading some lame teeny bopper magazines, since they were the only magazines that they could find at the lame grocery store by the B&B. HG snickered, "Ooo! A quiz! 'Are You and Your Crush Compatible?'" she was in hysterics. Myka smirked and raised her eyebrows.

"Ahhh, so Helena has a CRUSH? Who is it?"

"Oh, please, dear. I'M not the one with the crush, YOU are."

"What? I don't have a crush! Who do you think I have a crush on?" Myka was embarrassed by her childish defensiveness. Helena just laughed.

"Seriously, Myka? You can talk to me about it, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone," she then said under her breath, "not like anyone DOESN'T know about it…"

"Helena, WHO are you TALKING about?" NOW, she was just getting irritated. Helena just put her hands over her face and sighed.

"PETE, you idiot! PETE LATTIMER! YOUR PARTNER! Hellooo? Anything going on upstairs, there?" she lightly hit Myka on the head.

"PETE? You think I have a crush on PETE?

"Denial, denial. You really are the worst liar, Myka."

"I'm not LYING! I DON'T have a crush on Pete!" she yelled, a little too loudly. She covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide.

"Relax! Pete's out with Claudia getting movies at the video store!" Myka let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't have a crush on Pete…" Myka said quietly, looking down at her toes. It was much less convincing than when she said it a few seconds ago.

"Yes, you do. You have a big, monster, giddy schoolgirl crush!" she giggled. She knew it would annoy Myka, but hey, it was the truth.

"Would you shut up now?"

"HA! So you admit!" she laughed. She had NEVER seen Myka so pissed at her. Well, not ACTUALLY pissed, but…you know how Myka is.

"This conversation NEVER leaves this room, you HEAR me?"

"Pinky swear." she reached out her pinky and shook it with Myka's.

"Now," Helena flipped to another page in her magazine, silently laughing at the 'confessions' section, where obsessed Justin Bieber fangirls confessed their stalker-like activities for other fangirls to see, "I say that I get you all gussied up, shove you off to the movies with Pete, and he'll see what he's been missing this whole time!"

"What? NO! I will not get "gussied up" for Pete, whatever that is! He has a GIRLFRIEND, you know!"

"That slut?"

"She has a NAME. It's Kelly! They make a cute couple!"

"She. Is. A. SLUT. You're telling ME that you're not jealous of her just a teeny bit?"

"Okay, fine. The truth is I can't STAND her."

"Let it out, sister."

"You know, I just think that Pete deserves better! All she cares about is the sex. There's no real love there." Helena listened intently. She saw tears well up in Myka's eyes.

"I could make him happier than she makes him…" she said softly. "I could love him." she started to cry. Helena had never seen her cry. She pulled her into a hug.

"You can. What do you say we get you some ice cream, now? And THEN, you can get—"

"DON'T even say gussied up." Myka managed to laugh. She sniffled, and then smiled. They walked downstairs to get ice cream. Myka smiled inside as she helped Helena scoop ice cream into little glass bowls. She was more of a sister than Tracy ever was.

Thanks for reading! R&R! xoxo