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Spoiler from S4E17 'What matters Most.' Watch before reading if you don't want to know.

It had been three days since Myka had locked herself away in her room.

"Myke's, I've got three packets of Twizzlers here for you" called Pete through the door. It was his last resort. Actually it was his only resort. This was the only thing he could think of to make her open her door.

His gut had started to ache whenever he thought of Myka, his vibes kicking into overdrive. He wasn't sure if they were good or bad, just really, really strong.

He thought it was time someone else tried to talk to her out of her room.

She had never been able to say no to Claudia which was why she was the first person he went to.

"Claud, it's not normal for Myka. Steve's made lasagne for the past two nights and she was nowhere to be seen" whispered Pete leaning against the door to Claudia's room.

"I know Pete but she's got something blocking the door. I picked the lock and still couldn't get into her room" returned Claudia, a look of worry on her face.

They both turned as Steve came upstairs.

"Steve man, can you turn your lie detector on and find out what's wrong" begged Pete.

"Pete, it only really works if she talks to someone and nobody's been able to get a peep out of her" replied Steve.

"That's it, I'm going to bust down her door and make her talk to me" said Pete.

"Pete, Pete, wait. Remember what happened last time you kicked in a door. You couldn't walk for three days. And she has the door blocked remember" said Claudia, practical as usual.

"So. There's something seriously wrong, and we're the ones who have to take care of her" stated Pete. He turned to Claudia, a look of anguish on his face "Claud, she's my best friend. She's in pain. I need to help her."

Myka could hear them from her position on her bed. She could hear them, knew they were worried about her but could do nothing to alleviate any of their pain. All she seemed to be able to do was lay under the covers. She supposed she had slept but she had no recollection of what time or day it was. Her mind had shut down.

She had barely heard the doctor when he told her of her condition. It had taken him three attempts before his message had sunk in. Ovarian cancer. She had cancer. She couldn't even turn over, couldn't make her body move. She didn't even want to.

"Pete, Claudia, we've got a ping" stated Artie as he hustled into the warehouse office.

"Wait, Artie" exclaimed Pete. Turning to Claudia, he apologised "sorry Claud but it's always 'Pete, Myka we've got a ping' not 'Pete, Claudia we've got a ping'" he stated as he turned back to Artie.

"Yes well Myka is busy, so now it's Pete, Claudia" he grumbled "look why am I having this discussion with you, just take the folder and go."

"No, look, you have to know what's wrong with Myka. She's locked in her room Artie. She's not talking to me, Steve can't tell if she's lying" he said shooting Steve a withering look. The other agent rolled his eyes but before he could defend himself, Pete continued. "She won't even let Claudia in, and she's a chick."

Pete's frustration was evident. He wanted answers about Myka. Someone had to know what was wrong with her and he wanted that someone to tell him now so that he could go be her best friend and help her get on with it, whatever 'it' was.

He saw Artie hesitate.

"So you know what's wrong, Artie you have to tell me" he pleaded.

"Pete, that's up to Myka" he stated, "You'll have to wait for her to tell you."

Before Pete could argue further Artie raised his hand, cutting of further discussion "we have work to do people, let's go."

Pete knew the discussion was over, but he also knew this wasn't the end of it. Myka needed help, if he couldn't help her personally, he knew who could.

It was time to bring in the big guns.

As they exited the warehouse Pete pulled out his mobile phone. He turned away from Claudia and spoke quietly.

"She needs you"

Myka blinked slowly. Had she heard a knock? It was probably just Pete. She would talk to him soon. Yes soon, she thought.

The knock came again. "Myka. Myka love. It's me. Open up."

It couldn't be.

There was only one voice that could draw Myka out of her bed. One person she could hope to have here with her now.

She struggled out of bed and moved to the door. She took away the chair that was blocking it and turned the lock, hope welling up in her chest.

"Helena."

"How...what..." she stammered. "You're here? Are you here for the warehouse?" she asked as she leant against the door. Her stress and lack of food making her brain slow to function.

"No my love, I'm not here for the warehouse, I'm here for you" replied HG, moving into the room and closing the door behind her.

"But Adelaide and Nate" asked Myka.

"Are safe and well, somebody else is watching them right now" finished Helena.

"What do you mean watching them" asked Myka, confusion evident.

Helena couldn't believe her slip, "not to worry love, a story for another time."

"But..." started Myka, Helena cut her off "now is about you love, lets worry about you." Helena walked Myka back over to the bed. She slipped off her boots, pulled back the covers and laid Myka back into the bed. She crawled in and faced the younger woman, "tell me."

And Myka did.

Tears flowed from both women by the time she had finished telling Helena. She watched as Helena held out her arms. And then there she was being held in the arms of HG Wells. For the time being she was safe. Held in arms she trusted more than any other person.