Don't worry I haven't forgotten about my other story, I'm just really lazy. I'll finish the next chapter soon. In the meantime, I thought I might as well write what my brain told me was happening at the end of Reset.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be fan movies.
Defense
That was the moment when Myka knew she was in love with HG Wells. It wasn't the first time they kissed or made love, not even when they stared at each other with understanding and affection not too long ago. It was right now, watching Helena grip the trident so hard her knuckles were white. The angry and vicious expression on her pale face only killed Myka a little more.
She was in love with HG Wells, the woman trying to destroy the world.
Her eyes say everything. In the forefront a message of general hatred is apparent. But in the background there is a hesitance, one created from long nights of just talking and holding each other. Helena's determination to eliminate mankind overshadows everything, but still this fragment gives Myka pause. No matter how much the author denies it, Myka can always see through her defenses. To others it may seem to be an impenetrable wall, but it falls away in the agent's presence. Almost like it wasn't even there to begin with.
She never had to say anything, Myka always knew how much it scared her. Helena would try to keep her out and fail miserably. Myka took pride in being able to understand the complex woman.
Until now.
She never had Any idea of Helena's plan. As much as she understood the author, the woman never revealed the slightest hint, which led Myka to believe she didn't know her as well as she thought she did. But she was positive that the Helena she had gotten so close to was real. She was just hidden under this layer of hatred and suffering.
The one she loved was in there somewhere.
The author's arm twitched, signaling her next movement. Any second now she would raise the ancient trident and slam it into the loose gravel for the third time, ending it all. Myka wanted to give Helena the ability stop hurting and heel instantly better, but she knew that wasn't possible. As much as she wanted to help the inventor, this was definitely not the way. There were other ways of getting Helena the assistance she needed without destroying the world. Myka could help her. But if the older woman insisted on starting the next ice age, Myka might as well let her know about her revelation.
"I love you."
Between them, the words had never been said. She could see a twinge of sadness in dark eyes as Helena processed. For just a second, her grip faltered. Her lips parted and allowed shallow breathing to fight back tears.
"No you don't," she whispered desperately. She had to deny it if she had any hope of carrying out her vengeance. It was evident that Myka's words were affecting her.
"You've known for a long time how I feel about you. Don't pretend you don't feel the same way."
Helena gritted her teeth and widened her stance. "You were a means to an end. Just like agent Lattimer."
A touch of hurt reached Myka's eyes, but she deflected it. "If I don't matter, then shoot me," she almost laughed, "I mean we're all going to die anyway right? What does it matter if you shoot me? You claim I never mattered. Prove it."
Myka placed her pistol in the inventor's hand and aimed it at her head. A look of disbelief was followed by a pained expression. Unshed tears glittered back at Myka, and that meant everything.
With an agonized scream, Helena threw the gun at the ground and let go of the trident. Her legs crumpled and she fell onto the loose rocks, cradling her face in her hands to conceal the tears that began to fall.
Helena didn't have to say anything. She didn't have to voice those three words the agent longed to hear. Myka already knew.