Ok, so this is my first Warehouse 13 fic. The first time I saw Myka and HG together I was twitching to put pen to paper, and then season 2 ended horribly and season 3 too, so I relented and came up with this. Continuity with the show is suspect as I've only just watched 1,2 and most of 3 again, but I think it reads ok. I definitely felt a better connection to the characters towards the last couple of chapters. This fic is finished on my hard drive but just needs rereading and editing... and I love the slow courtship all you lovely reviewers out there give me! ;-)

Shout-out to Kieran Rainbowshine for her support and awesomeness! My ego won't shut up now!

Anyway, read and let me know what you think.

Bubbles

Chapter One

Myka glanced surreptitiously in the rear-view mirror at the woman in the back seat. For once, the agent had let her partner drive but after twenty minutes of being unable to control her urges to peek behind her, she was beginning to regret that decision.

She found her thoughts drifting again, her gaze settling on glossy raven hair and a slender jaw, to high cheekbones, an elegant nose and lips drawn together in thought.

Myka found herself contemplating things that had never crossed her mind before in regards to another woman. Before her imagination could run away with her again though, the woman's thoughtful expression became a knowing smirk and the agent found herself gazing into expressive eyes. Blushing, knowing she'd been caught, Myka took a long steadying breath and sank down a little in her seat.

"How much longer, Pete?" She cringed at the attempt to cover her embarrassment but couldn't very well take it back.

Her partner gave her a strange look. "Well, it's been about five minutes since you last asked so..." he kept his eyes mostly on the road but every now and then shot her a concerned glance. "You doin' ok, Mykes?" He asked after another short silence.

"Fine, Pete!" She responded a little too vehemently. "I'm fine. I think I just really need a good night's sleep."

"I might be able to help you with that, Agent Bering," a suggestive voice piped up from the back.

Pete's eyebrows shot up at the first thought that popped into his head while his fellow agent coughed and turned red.

"Man I'd like to see that," Pete muttered to himself, forgetting both women's excellent hearing.

"Pete!" She hissed.

"You would like to see me brew a pot of lavender and camomile tea for Myka?" HG Wells queried from her position behind the two agents, feigning innocence for her comment.

Myka breathed a sigh as she ignored Agent Lattimer's spluttering change of topic. For a while, she felt relief, until she chanced one last look in the mirror and met with a sultry gaze that told her that her first reaction had been the correct one and that Helena G Wells knew exactly what she was doing to the younger woman.

"Myka... Myka? Hey Myka!" Agent Pete Lattimer's voice carried down the short alleyway, breaking Agent Bering from her trip down memory lane.

"What, Pete?" She responded irritably.

Ever since they'd arrived in Paris ont his artefact hunt, Myka had been getting increasingly lost in her memories of Helena. Since returning from Boone the last time, she'd forced herself to let go of any lingering hope that Agent Wells would return to the warehouse and that they might finally explore their mutual attraction, beyond the physical. It had taken many nights full of tears and sleeplessness and days filled with distracting tasks but finally she'd reached a place where, if not happy, she was at least not miserable any more.

So why was she suddenly having these seemingly random visions of things long passed?

Clearing her mind again, Myka approached her partner and mimicked his action of pulling on purple gloves.

"Look at this," he motioned towards a dark patch on the ground, bringing her attention to the scorch marks that had become the modus operandi for their missing artefact.

Myka drew a finger around the outer edge of the burnt area, gauging the size of the shallow hole. "They're getting bigger," she observed before directing her gaze to the surrounding area and then pausing on something oddly familiar on a nearby wall. "Pete, look there," she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of excitement and dread.

Pete shuffled over to the handprint his partner had spotted and began inspecting it. He took a digital camera from his pocket after a few seconds and snapped a picture. "Is that what I think it is?" He finally asked. "I've got a bad feeling," he added. "And it's not just because you made us skip lunch."

"The artefact is getting more powerful. Whoever is using it has begun to imitate the behaviours of early man." She stood up and levelled a no-nonsense expression at her partner. "The first Fire Flint isn't just helping this guy to light his barbecue anymore." The loud rumbling of Agent Lattimer's stomach broke the seriousness of the situation. "Pete, really?" She shook her head in disapproval but wasn't really surprised.

Pete followed Myka to their car, protesting as they passed various shops selling food items. "You made me miss lunch. And you said 'barbecue'!" He said this as if it explained everything. "Bar-be-cue Myka... It's like my kryptonite!"

"Fine," Agent Bering acquiesced with feigned annoyance. "I know a nice little back street cafe that does amazing steaks."

Pete let out a noise of utmost delight and lifted Myka into his bear-like arms, ignoring her very vocal protests. "I love you Mykes."

"Lattimer, put me down!" Agent Bering roared, drawing the attention of several passersby. Once her feet were back on solid ground, she huffed and fussed over the straightness of her jacket. Scrunching up her face comically, she jabbed her brother-like friend in the chest and smirked at the exaggerated expression of pain that immediately took over his face.

"Ow! Leave me alone with your super-jabby girl fists," he demanded in his weakest voice.

Myka was just about to make a teasing comment when her vision blurred and her equilibrium faltered. She had enough sense about her to know that Pete had caught her suddenly lifeless body, before her consciousness was thrust back in time, again.