"What happened?"
"I'm not sure, darling."
"You two got whammied."
The women looked up to see Pete standing over them, a neutralizer bag in his hand.
"By what?" Myka asked as she pushed herself to her feet. She helped Helena up as Pete answered.
"Not sure, some pen." He shrugged. "You guys just sorta sat down and phased out."
"The Brontë Pen," Helena told them. "It was used by all three sisters."
"What sisters?"
The women just stared at Pete for a moment.
"The Brontë sisters, Pete," Myka said. "Charlotte, Emily, and Anne."
"Still not ringing any bells."
"There's not point, dear," Helena told Myka. The taller woman rolled her eyes, but agreed.
"So, what's it do?" he asked, looking at the pen through the clear side of the bag.
"It," Helena faltered, "it shows those affected who their perfect partner is."
She ignored Myka's eyes as they pierced into her.
Pete looked up, excited. "Hey hey hey. Who'd you see?"
"It doesn't matter," Myke spoke up.
"Aww, come on, Mykes, let me know so I can beat the guy up if he hurts you."
"It doesn't matter," she repeated, then turned and left the room. Pete watched her go, his mouth slightly open. He turned to Helena after a few moments.
"Do not even bother," she said as she followed Myka.
Pete groaned, and trailed after them.
-oOo-
"Helena?"
The voice was soft, but instantly drew the woman from her reading. She looked towards the door, and smiled.
"Yes, Myka?"
Myka hesitated at the door for a moment, then stepped inside and closed it. Helena watched her movements closely as the taller woman fidgeted slightly.
"The Brontë Pen, it show's you your perfect partner?" Myka slowly asked.
"Yes."
"What type of partner?"
"I am sure you have read their works and can figure out what type of partner."
Myka's head fell back slightly, and she rubbed the back of her neck. Helena grinned. She marked her place in the book, put it on the desk, and stood up. She walked over to the taller woman. Myka's eyes turned to the floor.
"Who did you see?"
"You know, it really doesn't matter," Myka tried to backtrack.
"I'll tell if you tell," Helena drawled.
Green eyes looked back up. Helena could see the resolve in them.
"You, I saw you."
An instant later, the resolve was gone, and Myka's body tensed to escape. Helena stepped closer. There was less than an inch between their bodies. They could feel every movement the other made.
Helena leaned in, her cheek brushing Myka's as she whispered in her ear.
"Good. I would hate to lose my perfect partner to another."
She pulled back slightly, just enough to look Myka in the eye. She saw what she wanted, and leaned back in.
She knew it was right the second their lips touched.