Imagine Your OTP... Person A is butt dialed by Person B and over hears something they shouldn't.
A/N: This is just for fun fun fun. I hope you guys enjoy it. A little fluffy goodness to wash down the horrid heartbreak that comes with watching Warehouse 13 finales. :)
Myka's phone went off next to her, causing her to pull away from the novel she had been engrossed in all afternoon. The annoyance evident on her face, was quickly replaced with a big smile when she saw the name flashing across the screen. Her girlfriend had been away on a mission for over a week in New York and every time she called, Myka could feel the emotions stiring in her gut.
"Helena!" Nothing. "Baby, can you hear me?" She could hear the Brit's voice, devastatingly charming, but it was muffled. "I think you butt dialed me, so I'm hanging up now." Just as she pulled the phone away, she heard the woman on the other end say her name.
"She can't know about this. It'll be our little secret." Helena's voice was low, too low for Myka's comfort.
"Our little secret." There was another voice on Helena's end and Myka became furious. It was a whisper, making it hard for the agent to tell who it was, but it was definitely a woman.
"Helena!?" Myka started tugging nervously at the tips of her curly locks. "Helena Wells you pick up this phone right now!" When nothing happened, Myka immediately hung up.
Before Helena knew it, her phone rang. Looking down, she saw that it was her girlfriend, and couldn't help but beam with excitement. She shushed the woman standing with her, so Myka would think she was alone.
"Darling! I was just thinking about you."
"Hey, where are you?" Myka tried to hide the venomous bite in her voice as best she could. She hated being jealous, but it was too easy with Helena. The Victorian woman was drop dead gorgeous, sexy, and unbelievably brilliant.
"I'm just running a few errands. I have a couple things to do before I get home tonight, but I should see you for dinner." Helena waited, but Myka remained silent. "Darling?"
"Don't you darling me Helena. I know you're not alone and I know you're planning something that I'm not allowed to know about. What is going on, and who are you keeping secrets with?" Myka took a much needed breath and waited for a response.
"Please don't worry about anything Myka. You know I wouldn't keep a secret from you for long darling. It was supposed to be a surprise." Helena sighed.
"Stop evading my question with talk of surprises Helena. What is going on!? I demand to know right now."
Helena hung up the phone.
"What!? Helena George Wells, I am going to kick your butt when you get home." Myka muttered under her breath, hitting the speed dial button for her girlfriend. Before she hit the call button, her phone beeped. A text. "What now?"
'I wanted to ask you a very important question.' Was the first thing on her screen. Her phone beeped again. 'This is Kim.' There was a picture that followed of a woman standing behind a counter.
Myka looked at her. She didn't recognize the woman which made her even more furious.
'I love you Myka, more than you could ever know. You pulled me out of the darkest of places and gave me a family, a home.' Myka's heart softened at the sincerity in those words.
'You are everything to me.' Was the next thing she read, and the picture after that was of Helena; kneeling, with a little black box in her hand; the smile on the Brit's face washed away every doubt in Myka's mind.
'Myka Ophelia Bering, will you Marry me?' The final picture was of a beautiful wedding ring, perfect for Myka; resting in perfect, porcelain hands. Everything about it screamed; lovely, gorgeous, simple but complex. Myka could barely breathe... then her phone rang. She took a breath and she answered...
"Yes."
So... is this a happy enough place to be? Let me know what you think. If I should continue with pure joy and happiness and just ignore everything about that final episode of season 4. Hope to hear from you guys. Love you all. XO