A/N I just can't get this idea out of my head. I will still update my other stories.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
"Thank you," The tall brunette whispered to the TSA agent as she held her mother-in-laws hand in hers, guiding them both behind the tall agent.
As he smiled at the two women, opening the door for them. "It will be a few more minutes before a representative from the airlines comes to speak with you Mrs. Lattimer,"
"Thank you," both women replied at the same time. Then looking at one another, a sheepish smile crossing both their faces as they found two empty seats.
The small room was crowded with family members and loved ones of the flight crew and passengers. Myka watched the crowd of people milling around, standing and then sitting, unsure of what to do with themselves. She watched as some cried, others pacing the length of the room grumbling as the news of their loved ones were but non-existent, a woman held her teenage son as he ranted, watching the news reports on his phone.
"You know, the last thing Peter said to me this morning before he headed to the cockpit was that it was funny… " The older woman drew a hitched breath as she tried to choke back her tears. Myka gently squeezed her hand, pulling a small box of tissues out of her big black bag.
The older woman took one, dabbing her eyes as she cleared her throat.
"He said it was funny that the flight number was the same as today's date," Jane said as she grabbed another tissue, her sobs starting to shake her body. Myka held her mother-in-law in her arms, as they leaned into one another, kissing the top of the older woman's head, her own eyes glossing over as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Flight 421," The accented voice shook Myka out of her daze.
"I'm sorry, what?" Myka said as she cleared her throat, sitting up with Jane at the same time. Both women turning to the sound of the voice near them. They looked at the woman sitting next to them, holding a young girl in her arms.
"My apologies, I did not mean to eavesdrop, but I could not help but think of how ironic it is, and when you mentioned the number…" The soft British voice trailed off, kissing the little girl's head in her lap.
"421… today is April 21… 421." a flash of understanding crossed Myka's face.
"Mummy, today is April 21, 2014," the little girl repeated as she leaned over to the two women.
"My name is Christina and today 421, just like Ms. Giselle's fight," The little girl beamed as she held her teddy bear toward the women.
"Now now, little one, let's not bother the nice ladies. I am truly sorry, she has just learned the dates and the calendar in school," The mother smiled as she hugged the little girl closer to her.
"My name is Jane," The older woman said as she held her hand to the offered teddy bear, smiling and then holding the little girl after she scurried into her lap. She smiled at the mother and gave her a nod that it was okay.
"I teach elementary school," Jane said absentmindedly as she smiled at the little girl.
"My name is Myka, and this is my mother-in-law, Jane," Myka nodded as she reached around the two, shaking the mother's hand.
"I am Helena Wells, but my friends call me HG," Helena smiled as she studied the woman whose hand she held.
"I could use a cup of coffee, Jane? How about you, HG?" Myka asked as she let go of Helena's hand.
"That sounds like a lovely idea, Christina, would you like some juice?" Helena asked to her little girl as she got up at the same time as Myka.
"Yes, please, Mummy," The little girl grinned as she played with the bear in Jane's hand.
"Do not fret Mrs. Wells, she is in capable hands," Myka said as they started to walk off to the table that had been set up by the airlines. Vats of coffee, hot water for tea and coolers filled with an assortment of soda and juice, along with the usual assortments of snacks.
"Christina is adorable," Myka said as she poured the coffee for herself and Jane, looking over the fruit, trying to decide on an apple or banana.
"Thank you, and please, call my HG, there is no Mr. Wells" Helena said as she looked side-ways at the tall brunette, noticing the pale line where a wedding band had been.
"HG Wells, like in the writer?" Myka tilted her head to the right a little as she handed Helena the basket of assorted tea bags.
"Yes, it seems my family is somehow related to the author and found it rather amusing to name me after him. Why, I haven't the foggiest, seeing as Charles is the oldest in the family," Helena smiled as she looked through the offered teas.
"How did you know I would prefer tea?" Helena asked as she opened the bag. "Was the accent a giveaway?" she smiled as she poured a bit of milk into her Styrofoam cup.
"Well, that and the fact that you poured hot water into your cup instead of coffee," Myka replied as she stirred both cups, a smile dancing at the corner of her lip.
"Flight crew or passenger?" Helena asked as they walked back to the table.
"Flight crew, Pete is… was the co-pilot," Myka said as she sat the coffee cup in front of Jane. She smiled as Jane nodded her thanks, opening up the juice box for the little girl that Helena had set down next to them.
"Everything is fine," Jane said as she nodded to the two women.
"Why don't you two take a breather, Christina and I were just discussing the merits of Teddy Ruxpin as opposed to My little Pony," Jane smiled, knowing they all needed a distraction from the dire situation they found themselves drawn together from.
Myka and Helena smiled, giving the older woman's shoulder a squeeze as the little girl sipped her apple juice.
"And you?" Myka asked as the two women walked to the floor to ceiling window overlooking the tarmac.
"Flight attendant, Giselle always had a love for travel," Helena said, her eyes drifting to the plane taxiing on the runway.
"So, you two are?" Myka halted herself. This was too intimate a discussion to have with a woman she had only just met. "I am sorry, I did not mean to pry," Myka said, shooting her eyes back to the coffee cup in her hand. Helena let out a light chuckle as she tapped on Myka's ring finger.
"Well, seeing as we are 'prying' into one another lives, care to explain that?" Helena smirked a little.
"We, Pete and I are… were getting a divorce, hence no wedding ring," Myka said as she held up her left hand, wiggling her ring finger.
"And would you please explain to me why I am pouring out my secrets to a woman I just met not just an hour ago?" Myka said, not sure if she should be amused or confused.
"Tragedy makes for strange bedfellows," Helena whispered, then sipping on her tea as her eyes flashed an unsaid pain and a bit of...something, Myka mused to herself.
"I guess so," Myka shrugged as they both stared out the window.
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The crowd of people stiffen up as the liaison made his way inside the room. People start rushing the portly man, his back pressing against the door as his bushy eyebrows raised and lowered at the onslaught of the rush.
"Please, ladies and gentlemen," the man said as he raised his hands to the crowd, "I know you all have questions, and the airlines has prepared a statement, but…" His hands raised, his eyes softening as he spot the curly haired woman in the back of the crowd.
"At this time, we ask that the families of the crew follow me and a representative from the airlines will be here shortly to answer question for the family members of the passengers," He abruptly said, letting out a shallow breath of relief when he saw Myka parting the crowd.
"Please, all family members stay here for now, the members of the flight crew, would you please follow us," The young woman said with a calming voice, the crowd settling down to a low grumble as the other family members followed the tall brunette out of the room.
As the small crowd of people settled into the small room, Myka holding a chair out for Helena and Christina, Jane shot her a quick look as she sat down next to the mother and child. Myka quickly took her seat next to her mother-in-law, nodding for the man to start the painstaking speech.
"As you all know, we lost radio contact with flight 421 just outside of Ohio, we have reason to believe that it was an in-house failure and not an act of Terrorism," The man said as he looked to Myka for a show of strength.
"As you all know, it will be months before we have definitive proof of what caused the crash," The man said as he looked at the faces of the families that lost crew members in the crash.
"Have they located the black box yet, Mr. Neilson?" Myka asked as she raised her hand.
"The recovery crew located it an hour ago," The man said. Murmurs started filling the room, Myka could hear the whispers and turned to look at the Brit sitting next her.
"Jane, maybe you should take Christina out for a bit," Myka said, her eyes locked on dark Mahogany, a nodding of understanding between the three women.
"If there are any children here, now would be a good time to take them out for a small break," Artie said as he and Myka shared a slight nod.
They sat in silence as a few parents took the young children out of the room; Jane gave Helena a soft squeeze as the mother handed Christina over to the older woman. Myka waited till the door was closed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, she sighed as she looked up at the man.
"Any survivors, Artie?" was all Myka whispered, feeling Helena grip her arm as all eyes turned to the TSA in charge.
"No" He softly whispered as he looked down at his notes.