The dreadful seconds ticked away on the bomb. Dissolving like raindrops in the ocean. Myka thought of all the near death experiences her and Pete had miraculously managed to escape but found no hope. The realization that they weren't getting out of this one weighed heavy in her lungs and burned her veins. They were going to die and Myka still hadn't learned everything she could from Helena. She hadn't finished picking her brain for brilliant thoughts or heard enough of that passionate, though sometimes obnoxiously egotistical voice. She wasn't done.
Helena finished her work finally completed the connection of the wires to create the shield. Artie, Pete, and Myka were shocked when the barrier appeared before them. Myka looked into the inventor's eyes as the corner of her lips turned up into a slight grin.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Artie demanded from Helena. She glanced at the force field.
"An anomaly in the system allowed me to divert some of the barrier into the very room. I did so while the rest of you were saying your last goodbyes. Well, I guess they won't be your last. Not anymore."
"Totally awesome, HG. Thanks a bunch!" Pete exclaimed as relief flooded him.
The timer had finally reached 1 and the bomb went off. The blast being contained by the force field that shimmied around it keeping the agents safe. After everything had settled from within the barrier it dissipated. Myka rushed to Helena and threw her arms around her as Pete whooped and hollered. HG took a heavy breath as she felt the contact. Such a personal connection after everything she had done was almost overwhelming. She had longed for another human's touch for what felt like ages. She wrapped her arms around Myka's torso and gave the taller woman a squeeze. Artie dapped away his perspiration and wiped his glasses.
"Ah, well, thank you HG," he said shortly, "Very well done. Now if you don't mind let's get the hell out of here and check on things at Leena's."
The drive there was in silence as everyone wearily soaked in all that had happened in the last several days. Artie drove and Pete rode shotgun leaving Myka and HG the backseat. Myka couldn't help but look over at the other woman amazed that she was actually there. Her hand slowly drifted along the seat to rest next to Helena's own. She could feel the heat rolling off of it but that wasn't enough, she needed to touch her. Sliding her hand over just a little more she nudged HG's hand open and settled her's inside her palm. The other woman looked down to watch the action then let her eyes wonder up to Myka. Her beautiful Myka whom she had selfishly hurt and betrayed. She knew she wasn't forgiven but she also knew Myka had not given her up. Her chest glowed with warmth at the realization and a flicker of hope, something she had lost long ago, had now found its way back into her life. Things were going to be alright.