The Last Betrayal

by Erin Griffin

Fandom: Warehouse 13

Pairing: H.G Wells/Myka

Disclaimer: I am not sure who owns the characters (Sifi?), but it isn't me.

Spoiler Alert! This story follows the events in Buried. Another scene I sort of edited to make slashy. I am not sure if this has already been done or not.

H.G. Wells didn't want to turn around. She wanted to stay in that very moment, when everyone basked in the glow of a mission well done. She kept the Tessla gun in her hand and out of view of the others, and she tried not to let her mind wander into the looks that the other agents were sure to give her. She took in a breath and swallowed before she said, "I hope someday you can forgive me." Though this was said to both agents, she really only meant that for Myka, the one who went through so much those past months to get her back in the warehouse and reinstated as an agent.

Helena winced when she heard the confusion and small answer. "Forgive you for what?" There. It was said as if there wasn't anything H.G. Wells couldn't have done wrong that Myka wouldn't have forgiven her for, but the raven haired beauty knew otherwise. There was only so many times one could run off, especially in the way she knew she was going to. She couldn't stop the image of the brunette's doe eyed innocence or Pete's look of confirmation- or hell, Artie's look that challenged her to run off again so he could hunt her down and bronze her for good.

Finally, Helena turned around, and the look she didn't want to see was there on Myka's face. It was the look that said 'After all we've been through?' It took everything to keep the Tessla firm in her hand and the look in her eyes cold. It was easier once her eyes shifted over to Agent Latimer. It allowed for her to fire, the blast of energy shooting over the both of them, causing them to fall limp. H.G. Wells took a careful step over Pete's unconscious body and leaned over Myka. She kneeled, bringing the brunette's face upwards. The kiss she left on Myka's lips were softer than her previous words, and carefully, she lay the agent's head down again as her finger ran through brown curls for the last time, she knew. "I'm sorry, My Love," Helena said softly.

Helena stood fully then, her back firm and straight as she walked away, her chest aching almost as much as it had when her Christina had been murdered. She had her reasons for doing the things she did. She knew that Pete wouldn't understand, and if she knew that Myka might, then she would have kidnapped her and taken her away. But she knew that it was nice of a thought it was, it couldn't happen, because Myka couldn't, wouldn't understand. H.G. Brought her finger to her eye as a tear fell. She was tired of crying, tired of running, but she had no other choice anymore, now did she?