Blue Willow Skies and Broken Cricket Bats
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing Myka/Helena (est. relationship)
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Syfy.
Chapter 1
Most of the time Myka Bering was not much given to reflecting on the past. Though deeply intelligent she was much more of a doer. But then the package came. It was an innocuous enough package hard back book size, forwarded from Bering Books. Helena had brought it in two days ago and left it near her bedside table. Myka who was used to her father sending her books he thought she ought to read, didn't open it.
The next day Helena came into the room to say hello. As she bent to kiss Myka she noticed the package.
"Myka! Your parcel? You haven't opened it?"
"No"
"do you know what it is? Is that why you don't wish to open it?" Helena stood with her hip cocked, unsure. Myka smiled wanting to remove her uncertainty.
"I have a suspicion about what it is. Does that help you?"
Helena moved gracefully to sit on the bed beside her. "may I ask as to the nature of this suspicion?"
Myka took a deep breath. " I think its my father's book."
"oh? Your father writes?"
"he always wanted to- did you read the Eger Allen Poe case file?"
"of course"
"Then you know my family was being targeted"
"yes your father had the book."
"right. When we were trying to figure out something that would save him, he was dying, my mom told me about this book he had written. He'd told her to burn it but of course she hadn't."
"ah. Letters and manuscripts make trouble."
"like Dickens's desk drawers." Myka looked at her lover. "what became of yours?"
"hmm. Haven't the foggiest. How odd. Charles probably took them with him. After he died well-" she lifted her shoulders gracefully.
"How sad. We could get them back maybe. Do you think they are in the Vault?"
" I think not. I would have seen them."
"right. Of course." Myka approached the package as though it might bite her.. She lifted it and slit it open and lifted the book out. It was indeed a hardback book and Myka turned it over. A fleeting expression passed across her face like a cloud across the sun. Helena saw it and rose moving towards her "Myka?"
Silently Myka held up the book. It was a black and white photo of a willow outlined against a blue sky."
"Ah that's lovely. Did he decide on the artwork himself?"
"I don't know" Myka was still staring at the book as though it might jump up and kill her. Helena got up moving across the room to the door. "I shall take my leave?" The lilt at the end of her sentence made it clear she was conflicted. Myka looked up
"No it ok. You can stay" Myka folded her legs under her and sat down on the bed, her reading pose. Helena came behind her and sat down against the headboard
"Hmm sweetie" Myka slid down to rest her head against Helena's thigh. To be comfortable like this she had to curl her legs but she didn't mind.
"Myka"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to nap dear"
Myka twisted her head around "you've been working nights in your section again haven't you?"
Helena did not speak but her flushed face spoke for her.
"Helena!"
" I promise I'm not building a-
"Rocket, second time machine some sort of blowing up the world device" Myka finished for her.
"none of the above my sweet" Helena smiled.
"all right I'll let you sleep Herbert"
Helena rolled her eyes at the old joke. "ah, bookish women…"
"have more fun" Myka twisted her head to breath against her lover's center and chuckled when Helena shuddered. "you'd better get some sleep baby. The way this opening chapters going I'm going to need a good cry, a sparring match and sex in that order"
"hmm. The last two sound marvelous" Helena closed her eyes but not before she caught a glimpse of the first line:
"when the girl was born his first thought was fear"
