Chapter 1: Mrs Frederic
Mrs Frederic thinks about how Myka and HG would finally get together sometimes.
Agents have traditionally turned to each other to find love, given the complete secrecy of their work and their seclusion from the world in South Dakota of all places. She sees more than people think, as the Warehouse's caretaker. She's seen the glances Myka throws at HG, hungry and timid. She's seen the way HG looks at Myka, scared and wanting. She's seen the way HG's hand hovers before resting on Myka, withdrawing before she can make contact more than half the time.
They'd be in the stacks, collecting or sorting some artefacts. HG would have scrambled up the shelves against Myka's advice to put on a harness, and Myka would be holding the inadequate ladder that HG left several dozen feet below.
HG would monkey around a little to show off, and halfway down the ladder she'd slip and Myka would step beneath her, catch her and they'd both fall to the ground. HG would look up at Myka from across the latter's lap, tighten her hold around Myka's shoulders where she'd instinctively grabbed her. Myka's hands would shift from HG's chest where she'd caught her, slip down to her hips to settle her more comfortably in her lap. And Myka would lean down.
"I told you to wear the harness. Now my ass is going to be one big bruise." HG's hand would come up to brush Myka's hair, now in a state of disarray, out of her face. Her eyes would linger on Myka's full lips and she'd find herself unable to pull away, to even look away until she raised her gaze to meet Myka's. Myka's mouth would be hanging open a little, her eyes would be glazed over and HG's breath would catch in her chest. She'd watch Myka swallow and blink, and suddenly she'd be sure of something she had been so uncertain of.
"Want me to kiss it better?" HG would ask, grinning.
Myka would wipe the grin off HG's face with one hard kiss, cradling the smaller woman in her lap.
"Don't scare me like that," Myka would say, finally, breathlessly.
"I didn't know you cared," HG'd say softly, hands fiddling with the collar of Myka's button-down. She'd been alone so long, and angrier for even longer. She hadn't let herself believe that her affections had been returned. Myka never flirted back, just rolled her eyes indulgently every time HG tried to flirt. She let HG brush up against her all she liked, but she never reached for her. HG was beginning to think she was alone, that Wells and Berring was all in her head.
"Then you're blind. What do I have to do to convince you that I care?" Myka thought she'd been far too obvious for HG to be so unaware. She could feel her face softening every time she saw the smaller woman, could feel the way her mouth changed when she spoke her name. Myka knew that Jinks at least had picked up on it, his eyebrows giving her a go-for-it but she always looked away, refused to acknowledge the recognition in his gaze.
"That kiss went a long way to convincing me, but I'm still not sold." Myka would grin and kiss HG again.
And Mrs Frederic would disappear into the stacks.
Mrs Frederic was about to appear to impart some important information to Myka and HG the next day in the stacks, but Myka pulls her gloves on and picks up something. HG leans in over Myka's shoulder to get a better look, even though she could swivel around to inspect it from another angle rather than press her entire torso into Myka's back. Myka looks back at HG, finds their faces suddenly close, and only smiles shyly before turning back to the artefact. HG steadies herself with an open hand on the soft flesh just above Myka's far hip before reaching around Myka to fiddle with something on the artefact's chassis.
Mrs Frederick goes to find Claudia and Jinks instead.
Author's note: more to come. Please let me know what you think as this is a little experimental for me. Thanks for reading and never let go of the endless wonder.