How She Met Her Mothers

Author's Note: Several people on Tumblr have agreed that Meghan Ory was a perfect cast to play Myka and HG's daughter, especially as the character Riley Neal in the new series Intelligence. After watching the first episode of Intelligence, this story wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down so I did. It's a oneshot split in two and it's fully written. Chapter 2 will be upload soon. A huge thank you to Eridani Moon for the Beta and to Mad Muse Musing for the encouragements. I don't own anything, I just like to play with them.

Riley looked at the piece of paper that Gabriel had given her before she left. He must have made a mistake. She looked again. Leena's Bed & Breakfast, Univille, South Dakota. Yep, she was at the right place. She looked at the house, which looked carefully cared for. The grass was neatly cut, the flowers in the flower bed were placed in perfect lines and the windows were shining under the summer sun. Riley took a deep breath before exiting her car. She was ready to do this; she had to do this, she had to know.

Gabriel had refused to come with her. 'It's your story, you should hear it alone. I'll be here if you want to talk when you get back.' They hadn't been partnered for long, but she trusted him. She had hesitated before asking his help, but she knew he was the only one who could access the files and tell her the truth. Everyone else who had access had refused to help her.

Riley walked up to the door and knocked. A few seconds later, a woman, who Riley estimated was in her sixties, opened the door with a wary smile.

"Yes?"

Returning the smile, Riley offered, "Excuse-me ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Ms. Myka Bering. I was told she lives here?"

The woman looked at her more carefully, detailing her face for a few seconds. Riley could see the emotion building up and the tears forming in the woman's eyes. Holding a hand to her lips, she softly questioned, "Christina?"

Offering a slight negative shake of her head, Riley replied, "No, my name is Riley Neal."

The woman's hand dropped to her chest and she started breathing rapidly.

"Claud... Claudia!" she managed to say, before she collapsed into Riley's arms. Riley quickly eased her to the ground and took her pulse. It was rapid, but steady, indicating that the woman had only passed out.

"HG? HG what's going on? I was in the middle of an experiment and..." Pausing at the sight of the stranger, the other woman demanded, "Who are you and what have you done to her?"

Riley looked at the young woman who had entered the room so suddenly, it was almost she had appeared out of nowhere. She had mid-length red hair and was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and Converse shoes. She looked about the same age as Riley and was pointing some sort of gun on her. Riley would have pulled her own gun, but she had left it in the car.

"Nothing! She passed out when she saw me, I swear." Indicating the strange gun with a nod of her head, she ordered, "Now put that away before you hurt somebody."

The young woman didn't move. "What artefact did you use on her?"

Riley was puzzled. "What?"

Not buying the innocent act, the red-headed woman growled, "What. Artefact!"

The old woman started to come back to her senses and the redhead approached them, her gun still pointed at Riley. Glancing down at the older woman, the redhead, questioned, "HG? HG are you okay? What happened?"

Shaking her head to clear the fuzziness, the older woman muttered, "Claudia? I... Christina..."

"Christina?" Worry filled the younger woman's face as she inquired, "What are you talking about? Alright let's get you up."

Claudia put her gun away and helped HG to rise, before leading her into the living room where she sat her on the couch. Then she took a small syringe from a pouch on her belt and injected the content into HG's wrist. Within seconds, HG calmed down and focused.

Riley had followed them into the house despite her common sense telling her she should leave. She looked at Claudia who was massaging HG's wrist. Glancing towards the door, she said, "I'm sorry. I should probably leave. This was a mistake."

Panic filled the older woman's face as she reached out to the strange woman. "NO! Please don't leave."

Riley was surprised by HG's cry of despair. In an effort to calm her, she conceded, "Alright, I'll stay. Can you tell me where I can find Ms. Myka Bering?"

This time it was Claudia who was shocked when she heard the name but she quickly recovered. Indicating the wing chair, she suggested, "I think you should sit down, Miss…?"

"Agent." Offering her hand to the red-headed woman, she added, "Agent Riley Neal with the Secret Service. And you are?"

Quickly clasping the proffered hand, the woman replied, "I'm Agent Claudia Donovan with the IRS. This is Helena Wells."

Smiling as she recalled what Claudia had called the other woman, she questioned, "H.G. Wells? Your parents must have quite the sense of humour."

"You don't know the half of it," Claudia muttered. "Agent Neal, do you mind waiting for us here while we discuss a few things in the kitchen? We won't be long."

Riley nodded and the two other women got up and left.

Their conversation lasted a good ten minutes during which Riley did her best not to overhear what was said, but it was hard to ignore when Claudia and Helena were having a shouting match.

"It's impossible!"

"Did you know? Did you know all this time? Why didn't you tell me?"

"HG, are you crazy? Of course I didn't know! I would never have kept something like that from you! I have to call Ms Kensington. She must know what's going on. I have to do some research."

"I want to tell her Claudia. She has to know."

"She can't."

"Then I chose her as my One."

There was a brief silence.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Go talk to her while I call Kensington… I'll be back shortly to let you know what I find out."

Riley went back to contemplating the ceiling, pretending she hadn't heard everything. Helena came back to the living room and looked at her. "I believe you have lots of questions to ask."

Riley raised an eyebrow at her and tipped her head slightly, in a way that Helena knew too well. She went back to the couch and sat slowly. "I will try to be as honest as possible with you."

"Thank you for that. You can start by telling me who Myka Bering is and where I can find her."

Riley didn't miss the fact that Helena looked terribly sad at the mention of the name. Tears glimmered in the old woman's eyes as she replied, "Myka Bering is... was... my wife. She died thirty years ago, giving birth to you."