It was 5:00 am in the bed and breakfast, but an exhausted Myka Bering was still up. She tossed and turned but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes heavy and so was her heart, for the woman she had fallen in love with was now gone.
H.G Wells had a special place in Myka's heart, which she never would have expected due to their first encounter. They were literally at one another's throat.
Myka chuckled to herself in bed as she thought back to that day. She took in a deep breath and sat up, pulling her curls back into a pony tail. She then hunched over and rubbed her temple with both hands and let out a sigh, Helena was the only thing she could think about and she didn't know why.
It had been months since she had seen her, since Helena had just disappeared and Myka had hoped she'd be over her little fantasy by now. She had always dreamed of the day she would tell her British love how she felt, but now it was useless to dream, for she knew that she'd never see her again.
Myka squinted as the morning sunlight began to shine through her window. She put her hand over her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't believe she had spent the entire night and early morning worrying herself about Helena.
She walked out of her room and to down the stairs, her feet dragging with every step.
"Is she still upset?" a voice said from the dining room, it sounded like Claudia's but Myka wasn't sure. Her head was still foggy from a night of no rest.
"Yeah, but who wouldn't be." That was Pete, it didn't take a fully awake Myka to conclude that.
Their tones were low, and in a whisper, but changed immediately when they saw Myka make her way into the room.
"Why are you guys up so early?" she asked placing a hand on her hip.
"We have a case." A rushing Artie stated as he walked into the room.
Myka took a seat and melted into it, her eyes closing slowly on their own. She awoke when she felt a hand hit her arm.
"Mykes, wake up." Pete was speaking lowly again and that caused her to roll her eyes.
"Look," she began, "H.G is gone okay. I know that, I'm fine really so stop pitying me and let's focus on work." Her posture had become more erect and her voice came out harsher than intended.
Claudia bit her lip and raised her eyebrows, "Someone's cranky…" she mumbled.
"Enough Claudia." Artie gave her a look that shut her up. "Myka, I think you should sit this one out. Let Pete and Claudia go."
Claudia practically jumped out of her seat, "Alright! I get to go on a mission with Pete." Her excitement died down when she realized that she was only getting this opportunity because Myka was down.
"I'm fine Artie, I can do this." Myka assured.
Artie shook his head, "Myka, you know I don't like sending Claudia out on the field. Especially with Pete, but you haven't slept well in months and I can't have you putting yourself in any danger."
"Plus, you're still in your pajamas." Pete added before sticking his hand in the cereal box. Myka slapped it away and shook her head.
"Fine, I'll stay and 'rest'." Her fingers making air quotes as she said the word rest. She grabbed the banana that sat in front of Claudia and made her way back to the room.
Claudia didn't bother to protest at her stolen banana, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her attention to Artie who was about to explain the case.
"Okay listen carefully. London, England." Artie stated his eyes darting from Claudia to Pete.
Pete looked at Artie confused and shaking his head, "I don't understand."
"Let grandma finish she hasn't had her vitamins yet." Claudia joked.
Artie rolled his eyes and sighed, "Anyways, there's an artifact there and I'm sure of it. There has been some out of the ordinary weather in London."
"Like what?" Claudia asked
"Thunderstorms, way too many and too dangerous thunderstorms." Artie answered.
"So what makes you think we'll be able to fly there with all the storms?" she asked him.
"That's the thing, the storms only occur every once in a while. There's no pattern whatsoever but when there are storms, there are deaths too. So pack your stuff and get going, we need to find this artifact and fast." Artie plopped the file folders down and walked off.
"You ready to do this?" Claudia asked.
"Lattimer and Donovan to the rescue." Pete responded, lifting his hand up for a high five.
Claudia shook her head and slapped her hand against his head, "Don't say that." She said rolling her eyes, and then they were off to the airport while Myka was off to her room to rest.