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Myka was walking back to her room at the Bed and Breakfast after finishing paperwork from a recent mission. She had volunteered to stay up and do it this time. She had needed some time alone to think about some things anyway. She had been wondering what to do about this little crush she had developed on one of her fellow agents. It had started as something she could just ignore and forget about, but over time it had become more. Something not as easily forgotten. Now every time she saw them, every time they touched, her heart stopped. She still didn't know what to do and she wasn't bold enough or brave enough to act on her feelings.
As she walked past H.G.'s door, she heard something. She had to put her ear to the door to make sure, but she had been right. She heard soft sobbing. She knocked softly on the door to alert Helena of her presence. Then she slowly opened it and walked in. Helena was curled up in her bed with her face buried in her pillow. Myka hurried over to her asking, "Helena, what's wrong? What happened?"
"No-nothing. I'm fine," Helena stuttered.
"You are crying Helena, there is obviously something wrong," Myka responded as she climbed into the bed next to her.
"It-it's just that... I miss her so much!" Helena sobbed as she buried her face in her hands.
Myka didn't need to ask who she was referring to, she already knew. "Helena, I'm so sorry," she said, pulling her into a tight embrace. Seeing the normally composed and charismatic Helena like this was heartrending.
"I just feel so utterly alone in this time. Everyone and everything that was important to me is gone. There is almost nothing left for me now," she said as she tightened her grip on Myka.
Myka rubbed her back soothingly. "You still have the warehouse," she said.
"Yes but that is nothing like another human's presence," she argued. "I just want to feel wanted again. It has been so long since I felt close to anyone. Since I've felt loved. And I feel so abandoned and and and... " She was cut off my a pair of warm lips on hers. At first it surprised her but then she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. She could feel everything Myka felt for her conveyed through it. When they broke apart, Myka looked at Helena and said exactly what Helena needed to hear.
"I love you Helena. I have for a long time now. It started as something I tried to ignore but I can't anymore. And I don't want to. Please. Please don't make me," Myka begged.
Helena looked at her with confusion. "How could you love me? You know my history. You know what I've done. How can you?"
"You are the most inspirational person I've ever met. You tried and tried to change the past when Christina was murdered. And when you couldn't, you hunted down the men who killed her and gave them what the deserved. Not to mention all of the things you invented along the way. You are so smart and beautiful, it is a privilege to be able to say I know you. I can't say exactly when I fell in love with you, but I do know why I did."
Helena looked at Myka through tear-filled eyes and this time it was her that leaned in. Myka ran her tongue along Helena's lower lip and Helena granted her immediate access. They explored each other's mouths until they had to break apart for air. They just looked at each other for a long while, completely content. Then they lay down together and drifted off.
Myka never had to ask. She knew Helena felt the same way.