A/N: Spoilers for "The 40th floor"…tonight's ep. *spoiler alert* I'm loving that Kate Mulgrew's character's name is Jane. I'm so going to work her into my other story and find a way to make a sentence including the words "Jane" and "way" make sense.

Dear Helena

It was early morning when the crew finally found themselves back at Leena's. Myka said quick goodbyes feigning tiredness as she hurried to her room and closed the door. She moved towards her desk and pulled out a piece of stationery and began to write…

Dear Helena,

You saved my life again today. I know you weren't there to see it (how I wish you were), but the Grappler once again came to the rescue. And you'll never guess who was carrying it in his magic bag of goodies? Well, I guess that kind of gave it away. But, seriously, awesome, right? I mean, he knows that you invented it and he still brought it. Thank goodness he did.

So, it didn't just save me. It saved a few Regents too including Mr. Kosan. I'm going to make sure they remember that little contribution and maybe it'll go towards getting you out for good behavior. I assume scary Regent prison works the same way as scary regular prison. And karma. Have to rack up those points any way you can…

And I met a really cool Regent. Not that they all aren't cool, well, you know. Okay, I'm not trying to be a teacher's pet or anything…some of them are really interesting. Especially this one: Jane. She also happens to be Pete's mom. I KNOW RIGHT? And he didn't even know! But I guess it's not really something that comes up at Thanksgiving. "Pass the mashed potatoes, oh by the way, I'm a Regent." And now she's the Guardian…which is like a super Regent or something. I got to see her actually become the Guardian, but the awe-inspiring majesty of it all was kinda overshadowed by the death of another Regent.

There's been so much death recently…and it makes me miss you more. I miss laughing at your snide British humor. I miss the casual way you'd slip your hand into mine when no one was looking. I miss sneaking into your room and spending the night in your arms. I miss the way your skin smells. Sometimes I think my nose picks up your scent and I turn around to find nothingness and my heart just breaks a little bit more. I still have a few of your shirts in my drawer and I will take them out just to remember.

Wow, that sounds stalkerish. And I know if you were here, you would totally call me on that. Then laugh at me. Then kiss me.

I feel there are even darker times ahead, but I'm carrying the memories of us with me and I know I'll make it through. And the Grappler. Just in case.

With all my heart (or what's left of it),

Myka

She put her pen down and looked over the letter she'd written. It wasn't a traditional offering, but it was a love letter just the same. Tears began to form in the young agent's eyes as she folded the paper into a perfect square and brought it to her lips. She opened the drawer to her desk and retrieved what she was looking for. As the flames grew and engulfed the message, Myka tossed the remnants into the nearby trashcan. The tears began to fall as the final flickers turned to ash.

A/N: Does anyone even review drabbles? I'm gonna go work on my other W13 story now…just had to get this out of my system and practice my "Myka voice."