Title: Trust, Love and Relationship

Author: Aleh Cemy

Fandom: Warehouse 13

Pairing: Myka/HG

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters are the property of Syfy Network, the plot presented here is my own, and there may be disagreements about what is happening on the show. "Trust, Love, Relationship" is a non-profit fanfiction.

Thanks Kendra for having edited my chapter, making improvements in my writing style, which helped me a lot! Thanks! (Remembering: My english isn't perfect for writing fic, but I'm trying ;) ) If you speak portuguese and english, and want to help me with the translation, please contact me ;) (But if you speak only english and want help, contact please.)

Knock! Knock!

A concerned Helena entered the threshold of Myka's dark bedroom, where the American agent lay in bed from previously being absent for many days prior. Only a sliver of light escaped from behind the blinds; inadequately illuminating the space. The silhouette of Myka's bed was one of the few things that could be seen. The Victorian was forced to strain her eyes to make even that out.

"Leave me alone," Myka sniffled before blowing her nose. She felt absolutely miserable due to an excruciating headache that quickly led to a complete surrendering of photophobia. The brunette struggled to keep an individual thought in her head before it fleeted away; her fever making it impossible to sustain any higher brain functions. The last thing she wanted, was for Helena to be in her room; not knowing if she fully trusted the new agent. In Myka's present state she found great fear in the thought that the other woman could see her weak and frail, not quite ready to find out if Helena would crush her expectations, and merely dismiss her as a currently void commodity.

"I'm here only following orders. Artie is worried about you, and you know very well that you are an important agent to him. Plus, I'm the only one available to take care of you."

"I don't want you here. I'm fine."

"I know you don't trust me, but it's been three days since you've made an appearance at the Warehouse, concluding that you are not well. You are indeed ill, and it'd be a lot easier on everyone if you'd just accept that you are. Like I said, even petulant Artie is troubled by your current state, so I'm just going to sit here and watch you. Surely you see no possible harm in that, and I promise to only do as you ask."

"Then leave."

"Well, anything you ask besides that," She smirked before settling herself into a chair that sat a good distance away from the bed, where her gaze never faltered off the sickly agent.

xxx 5 hours later xxx

"Myka? Myka?" Helena called out to her sleeping partner; The Victorian's tone dripped in anxiety whilst she attempted to shake the brunette awake, who had begun to scream during the night. After a few failed attempts she managed to arouse the previously slumbering woman. Worry etched in Helena's face as she wondered what had possibly frightened her partner.

"Myka Darling, what's the matter? You were screaming."

"It's nothing, only another bad dream. I'm fine. It's just because of my fever."

Helena looked at Myka's facial expression, while she tried to register the expressions that passed through the American's glazed eyes, but having difficulty reading her in the darkness. She soon caught a sharp silent remark in her gaze, as to say, back-off. In seeing Myka's stubborn expression, Helena sighed before standing up and returning to settle back into her chair.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Helena forced a smile to try to break down the woman's barriers.

"I'm pretty sure a proper Victorian lady, such as yourself, would fail to help me with any of my modern concerns," Myka chuckled loudly into the dark room. "So I guess if I'm dwindled down to asking a proper Victorian lady for anything, I'd have to ask for a proper Victorian tea," Myka laughed again in such a way that Helena couldn't tell if she were laughing at her, or with her.

Helena nodded with a slight smile, and left the room, heading toward the kitchen. A few minutes later she reentered the room with a teapot and two china cups. She kept quiet; wishing not to disturb Myka. The Brit placed the tray on top of the desk before going to close the door that she failed to shut all the way with her foot when she kicked it lightly after entering.

"You don't have to worry about waking me."

"Oh," Helena looked to her, "I didn't know if you had fallen back into a slumber or not." The Victorian cleared her throat as if she were nervous, before asking, "You don't take sugar in your tea, correct?"

Myka smiled so wide at her that Helena could have sworn she let out a silent giggle. The raven haired beauty sighed in relief before restraining a grin towards the brunette's newly found good mood. She then went to the desk to serve the tea, taking Myka's jovial expression as a confirmation on the no-sugar query.

"You don't mind it I take some as well, do you?" Helena stopped the teapot in the air above the second cup.

"Go right ahead," Myka let the slightest hint of bitter seep through her voice, "You are, after all, just fulfilling orders."

Helena sighed at her own stupidly when selecting her words from earlier. She never intended on hurting Myka, she only feared that the younger agent would discover her true concern and affections for her. After the Victorian finished pouring their beverage, she handed Myka a cup, where she took it gratefully before settling in more comfortably into her bed. Helena then went back to her own chair and sat down in it.

"Please come sit on the bed," Myka asked, "I don't like you so far away, I feel as if you're frightened of me or something," She said while taking a sip from her teacup, holding it with both hands while looking at the other woman. Helena let a smirk escape her lips before getting up and joining her on the edge of the bed. They then enjoyed their tea in silence, taking pleasure in each other's company.

"Wow," Myka polished off the last of her tea, "You must have been some Victorian lady, because this tea was fantastic," She smiled towards Helena where she received a joyful chuckle in response, Myka, not being able to resist, soon joined in with her laughter.

"Yes, well, even a hundred plus years in bronze, could never strip me of my superb tea preparation skills," Helena continued on laughing.

Myka nodded with a smile before handing her cup back to Helena after she had finished her own beverage.

Helena then returned to the kitchen with the tea-set and tray, but soon realizing that she didn't understand how the dishwasher worked, not that she wasn't capable of figuring it out; but she just simply decided on hand washing them for that her thoughts were elsewhere. As she allowed her hands to slide down the smooth wet surface of the teapot she dwelled upon all the terrible deeds that she had committed throughout her life, particularly the errors that had persecuted Myka. She wished so badly to write her wrongs, yearning that she could use her time machine to fix her broken world. A tear soon fell as she realizing that her life was not one of her books, where within the pages, situations were all fixed like new by the final chapter, and the characters found happiness at the end of their long dark tunnels. No! Helena was a failed authored of her own life. She only prayed that she was not at the end of her story, but merely in the middle, hoping on a happy ending in her own future. She knew that the key to her happy ending lied in the hands of one, Myka Bering.

Helena completed washing the few dishes that they had created before sighing in realization; she needed to play Myka's game; it was the only way to win her back. If the agent was going to push her away one moment and then let her in the next, she'd deal with it. Myka was well worth the hassle and then some. The Victorian than began making her way back upstairs, her heading; Myka.

She stilled herself outside of the brunette's room, wondering what Myka's nightmares were about; she shut her eyes hard, hoping that they weren't about her, and her damned inhuman ways. A single teardrop ran down her check as she worried for Myka. She knew that her trust would be hard to gain back; a friendship would be impossible to reestablish without it. Helena wished things could have been simpler.

She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes dry before reentered the room, careful not to disturb Myka, not knowing if she were still awake or not. She returned to settle in the chair, turning to watch a stilled Myka under the covers.

"Thanks for the tea," Myka murmured where Helena was startled by the sudden existence of sound in the recently silent room.

"It was no problem at all. As I said, I'm just following orders. You need rest," Helena smirked to herself; two could play this game, indeed.