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Stuck

Myka stepped into the shower with a sigh. She finally felt warm. She'd decided to come back from the warehouse early, only discovering after about a mile that the heater in her car had finally died. Then, of course, there had been tons of traffic due to the snow, so it had taken her more time than usual to get home. The last time she had been this cold was when she had turned into a zombie… And that was so something she didn't want to repeat anytime soon!

She turned the water close to boiling hot and let it run in waves down her body. For once, she'd be the one emptying the hot water tank and damn the others. She took her time washing and moisturizing her hair and then shaved her legs. When she was done, she cut the water, wrung the excess moisture from her hair and reached for her towel. When her hand touched nothing, Myka frowned. Maybe her towel had fallen from the hook next to the bathtub. She opened the shower curtain and looked around but the towel was nowhere in sight. Stepping out of the tub, she went to look in the cabinet where Leena always left the fresh towels, and cursed. The shelves were empty. Well, almost. The biggest piece of cloth Myka could find was a five inch square wash cloth. Cursing again and highly annoyed, she turned to get her dirty clothes; figuring they would get wet, but that she could run to her room and get changed. Finding the room bare of clothing, she looked around and then smacked herself on the forehead as she remembered that she had unfortunately already sent her clothes down the laundry chute.

Now Myka was mad at herself. She would have to run naked from the bathroom to her bedroom. Sure, not a long run, but it was cold! Good thing all the others were still at the warehouse or she would never have lived it down. Although, if someone was here, she could have yelled for them to bring her a towel. Shivering, Myka took the wash cloth from the cabinet and dried herself as much as she could. All of the warm, toasty feelings she had gotten from the shower were gone now. She threw the wash cloth down the laundry chute, walked to the door and turned the knob; yelping in surprise when part of the knob stayed in her hand and the door remained closed.

Frowning down at the object in her hand, she growled, "What the hell?"

She tried to put the knob back but it didn't work. Crouching down, she looked into what was left of the knob but couldn't see inside very well. Great. Just great. She was stuck in the bathroom. There was no use in yelling for help; the B&B was empty and would stay that way for several hours. Damn it! She needed to get out; she had a plane to catch to Colorado Springs. Her mother was having a party for her dad's birthday and Myka had promised to be there. She really didn't want to spoil her new relationship with her dad by arriving late, or worse, not showing at all. She was stuck in the bathroom and the only things she had to get out of this disaster were Q-Tips and shampoo and conditioner bottles. She couldn't even try to unscrew the knob because someone had installed it wrong and the screw heads appeared to be facing the outside. Hell, even MacGyver wouldn't be able to get out of this one!

Thinking about the 80's tinkerer gave Myka an idea. Maybe she could undo the door's hinges and get out! She looked in every drawer and cabinet, finally finding a pair of metallic tweezers someone had forgotten. This could work. She went back to the door and attacked the highest hinge. Bit by bit, the metal piece slid out of its hole. When it was finally out, Myka let out a cry of victory.

She was now sweating, but it was worth it if it got her out of the damn bathroom. She dropped to her knees and attacked the second hinge. This one was trickier. At one point, the tweezers snapped in two and Myka almost stabbed herself. Hot and frustrated, Myka threw the other half across the room. Now what? She studied the door with a critical eye. Maybe she could just bust it down. With one hinge out and a good swing it could work… Maybe. She rose to her feet and took position. She bounced on the balls of her bare feet as she counted to three and started running toward the door.

At the exact moment her shoulder was supposed to hit the door, it opened and Myka flew directly into Helena's arms. The two women stumbled backward and fell hard to the floor. Helena was confused. She had come back to the B&B to change after a mishap in the neutralizer processing center and now she was lying on the cold hardwood floor; Myka's limbs entangled with hers and a bruise forming on her lower back. Helena looked to see if her friend was alright and was shocked to find the other woman naked as the day she was born. Distracted by the beautiful woman stretched out over her, Helena couldn't help herself and stared at what she was seeing; Myka's long legs twisted with hers and the other woman's breasts smashed into her own chest. Swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat, she silently admitted that she was dying to see what was hidden by Myka's position.

Myka was confused as well. One second she was expecting to run into a door the next she was on top of someone on the ground. She really hoped it wasn't Pete or Artie. Slowly raising her head, Myka was stunned to see the look of utter longing on Helena's face.

Seeing the look of surprise on the other woman's face, Helena gently questioned, "Myka? Are you hurt?"

Snapping out of her apparent stupor, Myka shook her head, replying, "No, I'm good. I, ah… Helena, could you close your eyes?"

Surprised at the request, Helena surveyed Myka's naked form from top to bottom and back again, a wicked smile playing about her lips as she replied, "Nope."

Myka's eyes widened as she gasped, "What? Why not?"

Helena offered her companion a knowing look, stating, "Myka you're a beautiful woman and your body should be admired, not hidden."

Sensing the red coloring her cheeks, Myka stammered "I... I forgot my towel and I was stuck and I tried to bust the door open, but… I'll just go to my room now. Please, don't look!"

Without waiting for a reaction from Helena, Myka stumbled to her feet and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Helena slowly rose from the floor with a smile on her lips. Had she know that repairing the bathroom's doorknob wrong would result in such a sight; she would have done it much, much sooner!