A/N: Because I had to. I apologize in advance for any OOCness and yes, this is an AU after 4x15. I might include some canon things as well, however. We shall see. xD This is gonna be a long fic. I do apologize if updates aren't constant. I'll try my best! This is my first foray into the Warehouse 13 fanfic section so I'm a little nervous. Haha.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Or else this wouldn't be fic. Duh.

BWBWBW

It starts with another phone call. This time, Pete is calling Helena, and he's desperate. Myka has been despondent since Wisconsin; she goes through the motions but he knows she rarely sleeps and when she does she wakes up crying out for Helena. As her best friend, Pete has an obligation to fix this.

"Hullo?" Helena's sultry voice greets him; he's obviously woken her up but he can't bring himself to care. Not when Myka is likely crying her eyes out in the other room.

"Helena, you need to come back and fix this. Myka is… Myka is like a robot. She's been this way since we left Wisconsin. When she sleeps, she has nightmares, and she wakes up screaming for you, Helena. Please, just help her," Pete gets out in a rush, surprised at just how emotional this has made him.

There's a long silence and then finally, "Pete, I'm sorry, but I can't."

"You can and you will," he growls, "Dammit, Helena. Please just help her. If you ever loved her at all, you'll come by tomorrow evening. If you don't, then I guess you weren't the person I thought you were."

It's a low blow, but it's effective; Helena sighs, tells him she'll think about it, and hangs up. It's progress, and it certainly feels better than just sitting around moping while Myka does everything like a freaking robot.

Speaking of, there she is. She passes by his room on the way to the bathroom. He hears her vomiting and wonders what nightmare she had tonight. His heart breaks for her; she's his best friend and he loves her and it kills him to see her like this and be unable to do a damn thing about it.

"Mykes," he stops her with a soothing tone as she's on her way back to her room. She flinches, plasters on a fake smile as she enters his room.

"Hey. Why're you up?" she asks, faux-casual.

"Cut the crap, Myka, and get your butt into bed," he tells her, "You're making yourself sick with these damn nightmares. I'll wake you up if you have anymore."

"Pete I can't," she swallows hard.

He sighs, rolls his eyes, "Come here. I know you don't want to admit it, but you could really use someone just holding you."

She bites her lip and steps inside. She's so fragile and innocent looking, it breaks his heart. He makes room and when she's in the bed he wraps his arm tightly around her and pulls her into his chest. Soon, he feels her shaking and knows she's crying. His heart aches, but he says and does nothing; he lets her just cry it out.

She falls asleep restlessly. He spends the night watching over her; thankfully, there are no more nightmares. Her body has finally collapsed into exhaustion. At six, he moves her gently to her own bed and she doesn't even stir. He closes the door, decides to tell Artie she's sick.

Everyone is surprised when Myka doesn't show up for breakfast, but he tells them she's not feeling well. Steve picks up the lie but wisely says nothing; he'll explain it to Steve later, and maybe he can talk some sense into Myka, since no one else can get through to her.

Eventually, everyone heads off to the warehouse. Privately, Pete tells Abigail that she needs to watch out for Myka and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. He doubts she will, but one never knows with Myka Bering. Especially since she was willing to die for and because of Helena once before.

"You're a good friend, Pete," Abigail smiles, agreeing to watch over Myka, "I doubt she'll want to talk to me if she won't talk to you, but I can try, if you'd like?"

He nods, "That might be good. Call if you need."

"I will," she promises, "See you later. I'll order in burgers from the diner."

He grins, "You're the best. Have a good day!"
Pete leaves, worrying about Myka all the way.

BWBWBW

Myka wakes at around 3 PM, disoriented and groggy. She looks at the clock, eyes widening in shock. How in hell could she possibly have slept so long? Damn Pete, he probably even told Artie she was sick.

There's a knock at the door and she can't help the strange hope that it's Helena flare up inside her. Of course, it's only Abigail, a tray of chicken noodle soup in hand.

"I'm not really sick," Myka informs her.

"I know," Abigail responds breezily, "But I figured you'd be hungry all the same."

Myka nods, "Thanks."

"I'm here to talk, if you'd like. It's alright if you don't," Abigail lets her know, "Pete's really worried about you, Myka."

"I didn't mean to worry him," she frowns, "I guess I should apologize."

"That might be good," Abigail agrees, "But then again, I think you should have the energy to mean it first. Don't you?"

"I suppose," Myka sighs, "Can I eat, please?"

"Of course," Abigail smiles, "See you soon?"

"Soon," Myka promises as she digs in, surprisingly hungry.

After, Myka uses the bathroom, showers, and changes. She goes downstairs to find Abigail on the sofa with a book. She smiles softly; the new woman has become fast friends with Claudia, who just last night declared her to be "very very very awesome" over dinner.

"Hey," Myka greets her coolly.

"Hello," the other woman smiles warmly, "Come to talk? Let me finish. Won't take more than a minute."

When she puts the book down Myka sees it's by HG. Of course. She cannot escape the damn woman.

"What's wrong?" Abigail asks, noticing a darkening of Myka's face.

"HG Wells," she murmurs, nodding her head, "Of course."

"Of course?"

So Myka explains, as best she can, from the beginning. Abigail listens. When she gets to the recent parts she hesitates, choking on the truth. If she says it out loud it'll be true. There'll be no going back.

But she does, "She has a live in boyfriend. He has a daughter. Sweet thing. And I… I told her to be happy. But I'm not happy."

"You don't have to be," Abigail soothes, and Myka sees why the others have warmed up to her, "You have a right to be unhappy with her."

Myka swallows, "I don't really want to talk about how I feel or anything."

"I understand," Abigail replies, "It's fine. I'm here if you decide you do want to."

"Thanks."

"No problem," Abigail smiles, "Wanna watch TV?"

"Sure," Myka agrees.

BWBWBW

At four, the agents return home. At six, everyone sits down for dinner. And at 7:30, Myka's life changes forever with the ringing of the doorbell. Pete gets it, grinning wildly at Helena.

"Where is she?" Helena demands.

"Dining room," and Helena's off.

She finds her, looking down at the burger in front of her. Completely unaware. Helena sighs and runs a hand through her hair. Myka finally looks up, and then she runs upstairs, terrified. Helena quickly follows.

"Myka!" Helena exclaims at the locked door.

"Helena don't," she sobs, "Please, just don't."

"Let me in," Helena murmurs, head resting against the wood, "Please. Myka, please."

And then the door's opening and Myka is crying and suddenly Helena's lips are covering hers. It's sloppy and hesitant and frantic all at once and Myka's hands are fisted in Helena's lovely black hair. She's sobbing harder than before and all she wants-all she needs -is Helena. She's never felt this way before. When Helena's tongue probes her lips she allows her access, moaning softly at the feel of their tongues together.

When they pull apart for air, foreheads resting together, Helena tells her, "No matter what I do, I can't forget you."

"Make love to me," Myka begs, "Please. Just let me pretend for one night that this is all gonna work out. Please."

Helena swallows, considers. She didn't want it to get so complicated; and yet, she knows what she must do. She pushes Myka gently into the room, closing and locking the door. Then she's got Myka in her arms again, holding her tightly and their tongues duel.

"Undress," Helena demands.

Myka complies, and Helena does the same, until they're both stark naked. Then Helena wraps her arms around Myka and just holds her. Myka feels herself relax, truly relax, for the first time in many days.

Helena lifts her easily, carrying her to the bed. She spreads Myka's legs and settles between them on the floor. Myka is already beyond wet; she cries out sharply, hands in Helena's hair as Helena's tongue finds her most intimate part.

"God, Helena," she groans, "You're too good at this."

She feels the other woman's chuckle, the smile that follows. She's rewarded with a nip at her clit and two fingers inside her. She gasps, arching upwards. It's definitely not going to take very much for her to come undone.

Myka's hands find her breasts, her hands tweaking her own already-hard nipples. She trails a hand down and back into Helena's hair with a sigh and Helena hits a particularly sweet spot inside of her.

It's not long until she's shattering. She vaguely registers a similar cry and wonders idly if Helena, too, is coming apart. For her it feels like flying, but at the same time it's liking bursting apart at the seams of her existence; it's uncontrolled and terrifying and horrible and beautiful.

Then Helena's coming up and Myka's crawling back on the bed. She's flipped them easy; Helena gasps in surprise at the move. Myka grins at that, the first genuine grin she's given in a while.

Her lips trail down Helena's neck to her lovely breasts. She ravishes them thoroughly before moving onto Helena's stomach. And then her lips are on Helena's inner thighs and the next thing she knows her tongue is inside Helena and Helena's swearing.

She replaces her tongue with two fingers and begins scissoring them inside her, finding a spot that makes Helena swear and moan. She circles Helena's clit with her tongue and scrapes her teeth over it. Helena writhes above her. Then Myka's straddling Helena's thigh, riding her leg as she pumps her fingers inside her. When Helena comes apart, so does Myka.

She reluctantly pulls out, tasting Helena on her fingers before being pulled down for a searing kiss. She ends up on her back with Helena lying on top of her, head on Myka's chest. Helena closes her eyes, reveling in every beat of Myka's heart.

They both fall asleep quickly.

BWBWBW

When Pete goes to find Myka for breakfast the next morning, he finds them spooned together under her bedsheets. He frowns and leaves; he'll have to have a serious talk with HG about stringing Myka along. It's not fair to her at all and he can't help but feel protective of Myka right now.

Helena joins him for breakfast, black hair in a messy bun and wearing a pair of Myka's black boyshorts and a black camisole.

"Hullo," she greets cheerfully as she pours her cereal, blissfully unaware of the storm that is Hurricane Pete.

"Sleep well?" he asks icily.

She swallows, "Pete…"

"Save it, HG," he growls, "I called you here to help her, not fuck her and leave her again. Do you even understand what you're doing to her? She's so in love with you she doesn't know what to do anymore and instead of trying to talk things out with her, you have sex with her just to leave the very next morning."

Helena has the decency to look ashamed. She sighs, buries her face in her hands before she answers, "I love her, too. But I also love Nate. And I don't know what I want. But I do want you to know that while yes, I kissed her first; however, she was the one who invited me into her bed. She begged me, Pete. She's a big girl and she knew exactly what she was getting into when she asked me to make love to her."

He's stunned at the sincerity in her tone. He's quiet for a moment before he swallows and replies, "I can't let her be hurt again, HG. I can't lose her again."

"I don't know what to do. I'm sorry," Helena sighed, "I'm so sorry, Pete."

"Try to fix this," he demands.

"I will," she promises, "I'll do everything I can."

After breakfast, HG goes upstairs. When she returns, she's dressed. Pete frowns at her as she leaves.

It's after, when Myka comes down, that he knows something is up.

"What is it?" he asks.

She swallows hard before admitting, "Helena invited me to Wisconsin. We're gonna meet up in Madison for the day in ten days."

"Myka, I don't think you should go," he tells her earnestly.

"I know," she looks at him and he sees the pain and sincerity, "But I have to go anyway. I'm in love with her, Pete. I can't just turn that off, much as I'd like to. I might as well take what I can get."

He's shocked, but he nods anyway, "Then I won't try to stop you."

"Thank you," she smiles softly, "I know you don't understand but thank you for knowing it's what I have to do."

"No problem," his smile is forced, "Just be careful, okay?"

"I will," Myka returns.

Then she goes through the motions of eating breakfast. He's relieved to see that she's gotten a little cheerier.

Maybe meeting Helena in ten days won't be so bad for her after all.