Were the World Mine
A/N: So I'm not putting this in the crossover section because I'm not using any of the characters from the romantic musical fantasy film. :') Timmy and Jonny, guys!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. That includes Warehouse 13 and Were the World Mine. (I wish I did, though!)
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye;
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody
Were the world mine...
WE'VE GOT A PING!" Claudia yelled excitedly from the office as Helena and Myka ran in. Pete limped in soon after. It had been two weeks since their last case and two weeks since Pete had sprained his ankle.
Then Artie spoke. They hadn't even seen him. "No, Pete, you can't go."
"Wha- what? I didn't even-"
"Vanessa said no physical activity for the next 3 weeks. We don't want it getting worse. So I'm sending Myka and Agent Wells on this one."
Helena risked a glance at the other woman. HG was no psychologist, but she could tell Myka was nervously excited about this. Helena was as well, but that was just because she'd finally go on one of her first cases. Right? It certainly wasn't the fact that she'd be with Myka for an extended amount of time. That it'd finally be just the two of them, right? Of course not...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Artie shoving a folder in her hands. "You'll be flying to Enville, Iowa immediately." In the middle of nowhere, basically.
"Aw no fair. Artie..." Pete followed Artie out, leaving the two women alone. Well, nearly, since Claudia was doing something on the computer.
"Helena, are you okay?"
"What? Yes, I'm fine, darling." Helena reassured the concerned woman on front of her. "Just..."
Myka raised her eyebrows. "Just what?"
"What are we dealing with?" She hadn't paid any attention to Artie...
Myka let an amused smile grace her features as she punched the code in for the umbilical. "Uhm, we've got a whole town that's in- well, in love. You know. Neighbors suddenly getting married, people who before, hardly gave each other the time of day..."
"Ah... Well that's... Interesting. Shall we go pack up?"
By this time they were already at the door leading outside.
"I'll drive." Myka grinned at her.
"Yes, you drive," Helena cautiously got in and buckled herself in, "I don't think I'll ever appreciate these... Metal deathtraps."
"At least we're not flying."
"Don't remind me, darling. The only reason I'll be able to take on that is because I know you'll be next to me." She patted the other woman's hand and smiled as Myka bit her lip and turned the ignition key.
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After surpassing airport security and ignoring the odd looks (HG's name and their "prop ray guns"), they prepared to board.
"Myka..."
"Come on, Helena, it's okay. Here, you can hold my hand." She said it, holding out her hand, almost letting her slight amusement win out over concern.
Helena couldn't help but beam at the prospect. Or beaming at Myka, for that matter. Instead of taking the long-fingered hand outstretched toward her, Helena took a deep breath, a few long moments, and stepped onto the plane. That was the easy part, Helena realized she'd have to actually trust that this heavy thing would stay in the air and buckle herself in...
Once finally buckled and settled, she was having second thoughts. "Helena. Helena. Helena, calm down. I swear to you that it's perfectly safe and within the laws of physics. Okay? Just pretend you're on a train, you can't even see out the window and I promise I won't open it."
"But-"
"Okay?"
It was hard to say no with those green eyes staring into her own and Helena acquiesced. "Okay. But when it takes off..."
"Yeah?"
"Could you hold my hand?" She finished sheepishly.
It was then that the plane started moving and Myka said nothing, allowing the careful way she entwined their hands to answer.
35,000 feet in the air and their hands were still clasped together. Helena smiled to herself as she looked at the beautiful woman asleep on her shoulder. It was amazing. And when Helena moved to release her hand from Myka's grip (purely out of fascination, why would she ever not want to hold her hand?) she would only feel the woman's grip tighten. The plane must have crashed hours ago because this was most certainly heaven.
"What are you smiling about?" It took every ounce of strength not to jolt. She hadn't even heard or felt Myka stir.
"Uhm, nothing, darling. I was just uhm. I was just proud of my success on boarding this plane is all. How was your erm, nap?"
What? The brilliant H.G. Wells, stuttering? Almost at a loss for words? Absurd. Never had anyone had that effect. To be fair, Myka wasn't just anyone. "Mmm. I slept well," she replied, snuggling her head further into Helena's neck. "Probably because of my wonderful pillow." She laughed, her warm breath making her pillow's heart rate spike. Helena drew a long, deep breath.
Calm down, there's no way she can't feel your heart beat...
"Uh, yeah. Thanks, darling." She tried a laugh. It cut out as she felt Myka smile and pull back to speak again. "Probably not enough thou-"
"Hello, this is your pilot speaking," Helena rolled her eyes, having listened to these for the past twenty minutes. "We will be landing in Enville right about... Now."The plane started shuddering as they lost altitude. "Sorry about that, folks. I'll do my best..."
Before H.G. could really get scared or protest, Myka slid her arm around her and grabbed the other hand not already in her grasp. As if Helena would resist, anyway...
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"So. When did you two meet?" They were questioning one of the many couples.
"Ohh... I've known him since we were three. Funny, I used to think I hated him, but really I know now that it was love."
"We don't ever want to be apart."
This particular couple had been enemies since time began, according to one of the unaffected but disapproving persons. The two men had been rivals, going to opposing high schools, fighting over girls, the whole package. So what would make them suddenly go crazy in love?
"Yes. The course of true love never did run smooth." The first guy, Kevin dreamily murmured. "And you two?"
Myka looked to Helena, away in her own world, wondering how she wanted to play this. She gave her a gentle elbow.
"Oh! Um, we're not uh, together."
"The course of true love never did run smooth," Kevin repeated as his husband, Mark gazed dreamily at him.
"Yeah... So um, have you come into possession of anything recently? Packages, letters, anything?"
"His heart."
She almost rolled her eyes. "Okay, it was nice to meet you. We've got to go." Myka and Helena left.
"So?"
Helena just stared back at her. "So what?"
"So what do you think it could be?" They strolled back to the car.
"No idea."
"Hmm. Well I'm going to go get some Twizzlers. Are you going to come or-"
"I'll stay in the car."
"Are you sure? Want anything?" she called over her shoulder as she walked away.
"Just come back!" Helena shouted after her, smiling.
"Not together, my ass..." she heard Mark mutter with a wink as he and Kevin walked past. God... She jumped in the car before he could continue with that.
Well. Now she was left to her own devices, there in the car.
Last night...
They had gotten in late and realized they only had one bed in the small room since the hotel had already sold their other, bigger, multiple bed room. This town... Goodness... They were both tired and neither said a word but instead slipped into opposite sides of the bed and fell asleep without second thoughts.
Imagine Helena's pleasant surprise waking with Myka's arm draped over her midsection and her head mimicking their earlier position on the plane. There was no getting up without waking her up; Myka's grip only tightened. Again, like the plane ride. Except this time, Helena wanted to get up. Or at least tug the blankets off. It was bloody hot in the room and Myka wasn't helping by gripping the blanket so damn tightly. So it was one of two fates: wake up and lose physical contact with this amazing woman, or die and melt into a small puddle under the thick comforter. But she didn't have to choose as the Farnsworth rang suddenly and loudly from some indiscernible location under the bed. Myka's coat? Her coat... Was under the bed? No, why would-
"Are you gonna get that or do you want me to?" came the sudden, hot breathed question at her neck.
"Well darling, you don't exactly have me in a position to get up..."
It continued ringing."Fine, I'll get it. You can use the shower while I do, if you'd like," Myka suggested, getting up, completely unfazed (or so it seemed) by how close they had been seconds ago. Helena got up to comply as Myka opened the Farnsworth.
"Rachel, PLEASE! Just give me a chance, sweetie! The course of true love never did run smooth!" Some poor girl was crying outside another's while the girl inside furiously closed the blinds, snapping Helena out of the reverie as Myka approached the car, glancing at the girl. Helena got out before Myka could say anything.
"Oh no..."
"Myka." Helena slammed the door shut.
"What?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly.
"The course of true love never did run smooth..." A look of realization crossed Myka's features as they said together,
"Love-in-idleness."