Warnings: Spoilers for season 3. Slight AUish.
AN: All mistakes are mine and mine alone, but if you find one please point it out.
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Rating: T/M I'm not really sure. but for now T.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, well...
Myka didn't want to think about her anymore. Hele… no HG. HG was gone now, for good. She had been betrayed by the woman she loved, the woman she had trusted with everything. To her that was worse than HG trying to destroy the world.
When she went back to Denver, her parents hadn't asked her questions, they just knew she was broken. It wasn't like she could tell them what happened at the dinner table, 'My lover betrayed me, broke my heart into a million pieces, and tried to throw the world into a premature ice age by blowing up a supervolcano in Yellowstone, so I decided to quit my job. Could you pass the corn please?' She imagined her parents would react to the news really well.
She received her first letter three days after she'd quit. Her mother had found it in the mailbox and placed it on her bed. It was the first thing she saw after coming back from the grocery store. She cried herself to sleep that night clutching the letter to her chest.
They came in the mail every day for more than three months, until the day before Pete had asked for her help with the Shakespeare artifact. She wasn't certain how she had known there wouldn't be anymore, but when she saw it lying on her bed like all of the others, she knew it was the last letter she would get.
She kept them all in a shoebox, unopened. She took them with her when she went back to the Warehouse and kept them safely under her bad at Leena's, except for the last one. She kept that one on her person at all times.
The first night back Myka didn't sleep in the bed. It didn't feel right without her in it. It was their bed and even the sheets still smelt like her, that aroma of sandalwood, vanilla and jasmine. So Myka curled up in a ball on the floor with her pillow, because the bed was too cold and empty without being able to wake up in her arms.
The Regents had attempted to give her closure after helping Pete and Jinks, but it wasn't the type of closure she had wanted, what she had needed. It nearly broke her all over again when her hand had literally passed through HG's projection.
"Why?" Myka finally asked.
"The trident was MacPherson's end game from the very beginning. He needed me to help him assemble it, and I needed out of the bronze sector, but when I got back from London I knew I couldn't go through it."
"What changed?" Myka heard herself asking.
"You. The first time I met you, you must have just started working in the Warehouse. You were scolding Agent Lattimer for playing with the artifacts on the shelves. You were the first voice I could truly hear during my 110 year imprisonment. Every other agent had just been muffled noise. Then I felt you. I could feel you comfortingly slide the back of your knuckles down my cheek. At first I thought it had been my mind finally snapping as the last of my sanity slipped through my fingers. That's when I knew."
Myka remembered that day. It was her first day doing inventory. Pete had touched so many artifacts that he'd had to take his first of many neutralizing agent showers. It was also the day she'd decided to name her pet ferret 'Pete' after her childish partner. She remembered staring at the bronze sector in awe as nearly 100 statues were gathered with little place cards in front of them. She felt like she was walking through a type of wax museum. When she had found HG's prison, she was intrigued. There wasn't a name card in the front, and unlike many of the inhabitants, she seemed so real. The expression on her face wasn't angry like the others it was sad, almost finalizing, like she knew what was going to happen. Her eyes had been so alive, and Myka could swear there were actual tear streaks in the bronze. When she reached up to touch her face she had been surprised when instead of the feeling the cold lifeless metal, it was warm, almost lifelike. That's when she realized this statue wasn't supposed to be here, that the inhabitant was never meant to be here with the rest of the monsters. The memories had brought tears to her eyes, and she felt one slowly slide down her cheek.
HG instinctively moved to wipe away her love's tear but she stopped short remembering it was impossible which caused both hearts to shatter even more. Myka blinked away the unshed liquid, trying to hide how broken she actually was.
"I never lied about my feelings toward you," HG swore. "You are the only reason I held on as long as I did and I never meant for you to doubt your abilities as an agent. My only regret is that I didn't realize what I had sooner."
"Mine too," Myka agreed.
"I love you Myka Ophelia Bering, and I always will."
"Goodbye HG," she said before HG's projection was pulled back into the orb. Mrs Frederick vanished with it before Myka could say anything else.
She looked around the bookstore that had been her refuge for the past few months. She pulled the last letter from the back pocket of her jeans and unfolded it. She stared at her name HG had written on the front of the envelope in her beautiful script. "I love you too Helena George Wells," Myka whispered before giving it a gentle kiss and carefully putting it back into her pocket. "Even more than I ever thought possible."