Long-ass A/N: whereinthewarehouse on Tumblr has been writing a great fic with this premise. I ADORE it and kept reading it until the concept became stuck in my head, forcing me to keep playing with it over and over and over again, making up my own canon for TiMER device and dreaming up different scenarios with it. It's based on a movie (predictably TiMER). I've only read the synopsis for it, but it sounded - well lame. Like a typical rom-com that just happened to have these TiMER devices. It didn't sound like it explored the repercussions of the device, like what whereinthewarehouse was doing in her fic. Anyway, eventually I played with the idea so much, I had to write my own fic with it. I borrowed the basic premise from the original fic (Myka not being happy about her TiMER going off), tweaked some character motivations, and dropped it into the high school AU setting I had dreamed up for another Bering and Wells fic that accidentally turned into an original story. (Pro Tip: Don't translate Christina into a high school AU as the little sister that was killed during a mugging. YOU WILL KILL WOOLY and run into all kinds of other repercussions you didn't expect and didn't want in a cutsey B&W romance. #mybad) I had a blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy it, too. :) In the future, I may write fics for other 'meeting your One' scenarios. I at least have a story for Pete's worked out. (And yes, Nicole, the story involves Pelty. PETE/PELTY FOREVER!) (Update: Added a tad more exposition and fixed a few typos. I'm certain the grammar still sucks. Sorry.)

"Well you look boring today," Pete said as she climbed into the passenger side of his truck.

"Good morning to you, too," Myka said, shutting the door.

"You aren't going to change?"

"Why?"

"Nothing, you're just," he waved his hand non-specifically, and Myka glanced down at her outfit. T-shirt, jeans, belt, tennis shoes, the gray armband covering her wrist. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"This is what I always wear."

"Exactly!" Pete said. "Ooo, you should go change into that blue shirt, the buttoned one. You look hot in it."

Myka narrowed her eyes. "Pete."

"I'm just saying!"

"We're going to school. I don't need to wear something different for school."

"Okay," Pete said and put the truck into gear. "But that shirt really shows off your figure."

"My figure? Why are you being so weird today?" Myka asked. "Oh god, did you watch another marathon of What Not to Wear?"

"Once! I got sucked into that once! And I've never watched it again."

"Clearly, because what is this?" Myka leaned over to fix the collar of his shirt.

"Hey! Leave it alone, it's cool again."

"Popped collars were never cool."

"Oh yeah? Which one of us has seen What Not to Wear?"

"You know you have powdered donut all over your mouth still?"

"What?" At the stop sign, Pete checked himself in the rearview mirror. "No, I don't."

Myka smirked when he glared at her.

"I didn't even have powdered donuts this morning," he grumbled.

"And yet, you still looked," Myka laughed.

The lunch period arrived. Pete already had a table claimed when Myka got in the cafeteria. She set her lunch box down and took the seat next to him. She could see Claudia and Steve were still in line.

"How do you get your food so fast?"

"I sweet-talked Mrs. Smoller into letting me out of class five minutes early." Pete grinned. "Perks of being a senior!" Myka rolled her eyes.

"So," Pete started around a mouthful of fries, "seen any new kids today?"

"New kids?" Myka unwrapped her sandwich. "No."

"New people?"

"Um, there was a new sub in English class who couldn't keep the class in line so that period was a complete waste."

"Nothing else significant happened with the sub?"

"No," Myka frowned. "Well, Dillon got up and started reading Great Expectations in that ridiculous Mickey Mouse voice he can do, which was kind of entertaining. But otherwise, no. It was just a fifty minute waste of time."

To Myka's confusion, Pete looked disappointed at this. Claudia and Steve came up, though, before she could question it.

"New kids at two o'clock!" Claudia said.

"What, where?" Pete looked to his left.

"My two o'clock."

Myka spotted her first. A girl with long black hair standing near the back of the cafeteria.

"It's a girl, though," Pete said, again, with disappointment which contradicted everything Myka knew about Pete.

"She has a brother," Steve said.

"Details, Jinksy. Now."

Myka glanced between the three feeling lost. It seemed like they had suddenly resumed an old conversation that they just assumed she was up to speed on.

"Well, he's a junior."

"Promising," Claudia said.

"And he just moved here from England, I think. He has an accent."

"Ooooo!" Both Pete and Claudia exclaimed.

"What are you guys talking about?" Myka asked

"Wonder why someone would move from England to Colorado?" Claudia mused.

"Well hopefully we'll find out." Pete craned his neck. "Where is he? Do I call him over?"

"Oh, no." It dawned on Myka what the others were gossiping about. "Seriously, you guys?"

"What?" Pete looked over at her.

"Someone's TiMER is due to go off today, isn't it?"

"Ummmm…." They all glanced away to stare at their food or the table.

"Unbelievable." They always did this. The entire school did this. If they knew that a TiMER was due to go off, it became this competition to be present when the supposed soul mates met. Everyone would talk about it and compare notes for weeks after. Then it became waiting and spying until someone saw the new couple hold hands or kiss or something that else that indicated a romance was brewing. At some point, that became the socially acceptable moment to begin hounding the couple with questions and begging for details of their relationship. The first few weeks of a new school year were hell, and it drove all the teachers and anyone like Myka who just plain didn't care and wanted to go to school to actually learn something, nuts because focus was shot to hell. It was October now, and things had finally settled down. Now it seemed there was a new student here to trigger a TiMER and send everyone into a frenzy again. Perfect.

Myka repacked her lunch and stood up. "Well, you guys have fun poking into people's personal lives. I'm leaving."

"You can't leave lunch early, Mykes!" Pete called after her. Myka turned around.

"But I can leave your table," she said, still walking away. Mind already on grabbing one of the back side tables that never get used, she turned again to walk straight and collided with somebody.

"Oh!" She managed to keep her grip on the lunch box, but her AP History book went tumbling along with the other girl's notebook and bottled soda.

"I'm sorry!" The soda was foaming and fizzing past it's seal, and Myka crouched down to set it upright. "I'm really, really sorry! I didn't see you."

"It's alright." The girl - the new girl Claudia had pointed out - said. She pulled the notebook back from the soda puddle. "My fault for opening a soda while walking." She flashed Myka a smile, but Myka was still focused on the mess.

"I'll get napkins." Myka looked around, momentarily spacing on where the napkins were kept. That's when she noticed the cafeteria din fading away and the loud beeping taking its place. She looked back at the girl who looked down at her wrist, the realization dawning over both of them.

The girl's TiMER was flashing zero.

"Oh." Myka stood. The girl's eyes followed her up. The girl's TiMER was going off. Which meant…. Her heart pounded in her ears. She glanced back to the table, maybe looking for reassurance, but all she saw were her friends gaping in stunned silence. Most of the other kids were doing the same, Myka realized now. The beeping suddenly stopped, the full minute since initial contact having apparently passed. She looked back to the girl who was standing now too.

"I have to go," Myka blurted. Then she spun and quickly walked to the nearest door. She didn't stop once in the hallway, in fact, she sped up. The teacher on lunch duty called out to her as she passed, but Myka ignored her. She was practically running now, heading to the girl's bathroom.

No one was inside when she burst in. Myka didn't take time to feel relieved at this. She moved straight to pulling off her arm band and checking her own TiMER. Sure enough, there were the harsh red dashes across its face indicating its expiration. It hadn't been a mistake or a coincidence. It had been her TiMER due to go off today. The shock of it left her numb, and she struggled to breathe. When she'd last looked at the device, there had been well over 700 days on the countdown.

"Crap," she whispered. "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap." She looked around wondering what to do. Maybe if she had paid attention to the countdown, she would've been prepared. But she hadn't wanted to be prepared. She hadn't wanted to acknowledge the stupid TiMER with it's stupid life-dictating plans.

"Boy coming in!" The door opened and a voice called out. The boy walked in, and Myka could see it was Pete with his hands covering his eyes. "Don't worry, I can't see anything. And I'm not listening to anything either! I'm just looking for Myka - OW!" Myka had just punched him in the stomach, and Pete dropped his arms. She punched him again in the shoulder.

"What the hell, Myka?"

"You knew!" she yelled. "You knew my TiMER was going to go off today!"

"Yeah. Are you mad I didn't tell you?"

"I didn't want to know!"

"Okay, so I didn't tell you!" Pete looked baffled. "So why are you mad?"

"Because I didn't want to know!" The words echoed off the tile, and the two just stared at each other for a bit. Then Myka dropped her head in her hands.

"I don't know what to do, Pete. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Hey, of course it was. It's okay." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a firm hug. Myka moved so her arms weren't caught in the middle and tried to calm her nerves.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was going to go off today."

Myka shook her head and pulled away. "It wouldn't have mattered. I would've yelled at you either way."

"Hmm," Pete nodded. "Well, at least this way you didn't get the chance to skip school."

Myka pulled a face, mostly because she knew that would have been a strong temptation if she had known beforehand.

The door opened again for a sophomore girl to walk in.

"Excuse you, this is the girl's room!"

"Excuse you!" Pete replied. "My best friend is in emotional duress, and I'm trying to make her feel better."

The girl continued glaring at him. "Girls. Bathroom."

"Emotional. Duress."

"OMG Pete, just go." Myka shoved him towards the door.

"What I can't check on my best friend because I'm a guy? Girls get to chase down their best friends all the time."

"Ignore him. I'm sorry. Pete!"

"This is reverse sexism."

"It would still just be sexism."

"Really?"

Myka got him outside, and the sophomore slammed the door shut behind them. Or tried to: it didn't work properly because there was a catch on the door to prevent it from opening or closing too fast.

"Well, that was rude," Pete complained.

"It was the girl's bathroom. You weren't supposed to be in there."

"Well don't run into places I'm not supposed to be. Hey Claude."

Claudia and Steve had found them. Claudia was carrying Myka's things she'd left in the cafeteria.

"I wiped off the soda that got on your book," she said, handing the things over. "It still might be sticky, though."

"Thanks," Myka said. She felt stupid for running out of lunch like that. She shouldn't have made a big scene. But still she glanced around nervously, looking to see if that girl was anywhere nearby.

"How'd it go after we left?" Pete asked.

Claudia shrugged. "Everyone went back to their lunch and started talking again."

"Back to gossiping," Myka said.

"Probably," Claudia admitted. Myka noticed that Claudia didn't give any details of what had become of the new girl after she'd ran out. She couldn't decide if she was grateful for that or not. Then she glanced at the clock above the lockers.

"You have two minutes still," Steve said.

"But I haven't been to my locker, yet!" Myka's class was on the third floor, south wing. Her locker was on the opposite side of the building, first floor. She'd never make it to both in time for second bell. She decided being late to calculus was preferable to being on time without her calculator and book. "I'll see you guys later."

"What are you going to do about, you know?" Pete asked. Myka shrugged.

"We have class. I can't do anything right now."

"I meant later."

Myka ignored him and kept walking. She headed for the outdoor route to get to the other wing, hoping to avoid most of the students. It worked. No one was crossing outside this close to the bell, and when she finished switching books out at her locker, the second bell had rang, leaving the halls empty for her to get to class. She only walked in a couple minutes late which she considered a huge accomplishment given the kind of lunch she had had. A few students eyed her for longer than normal when she arrived, but luckily it was AP Calc and the class was mostly absorbed by what the teacher was writing about second derivations. There were no whispers or snooping inquiries. Everyone left her alone. By the end of class, she was almost feeling like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.

Then it was sixth period physics. Myka was sitting in her assigned seat and flipping her notebook open to a clean page when she heard it. A voice, solid and accented asking, "Do you have a free seat?" Myka jerked her head up to see the new girl talking to the teacher only a desk away. Myka tried not to panic. So she took physics too? That's fine. No big deal. Myka busied herself with locating her homework and readying it to turn in. The girl was given a seat two rows back to Myka's left, something Myka tried very hard to ignore as Mr. MacPherson began class. It was difficult, though. Myka was convinced the girl was watching her, even though the couple times she checked the clock behind her, the girl had been studiously taking notes.

"Ms. Bering," Mr. MacPhereson said after class. "Come see me for a moment." Myka gathered her books and crept up to the front desk while the other kids filed out.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You seemed distracted today."

"No, it's fine. Everything's fine." She threw out a smile and hoped he couldn't tell that she was right then worrying about who'd be waiting for her in the hall now that she was last to leave.

MacPhereson stared at her. "Good. Can't have the top student not paying attention in class. Remember, the rest of the class follows your lead. If you don't listen, they won't listen, and then where will I be?"

Myka nodded. "Sorry, Mr. MacPhereson. It won't happen again."

"Fine. Go on to class, then."

Myka bolted to the biology lab.

She walked into Mr. Nielson's history classroom at 3:20 feeling relieved she'd survived the day.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Pete, apparently, didn't share her relief.

"Seriously, I know your mom taught you better manners than that."

"Pete," Mr. Nielson said without turning from the board. "What did I just hear you say?"

"Heck. I said heck."

Mr. Nielson glared at him over his shoulder. "Watch your language. There are small ears here."

Claudia snorted. "Right. Cause I've never heard the word hell before."

"Claudia!"

"So what the heck are you doing here, then?" Pete resumed.

"What do you mean? Am I not supposed to be here?" Myka asked.

"Uh duh!"

"Is cryptography canceled?"

"No."

"Then where exactly am I supposed to be?" Myka folded her arms. She was mentally daring him to say it.

Pete sighed. "Fine." He spun back in his seat and put his feet up on the desk in front of him.

"Alright, if everyone's here," Mr. Nielson paused when he saw Pete sprawled out, but only shook his head and moved on. "I thought we'd look at substitution ciphers today. Now the earliest substitution cipher appears to have originated in -" A light knock at the door interrupted the lecture.

"Yes, can I help you?" Mr. Nielson asked.

Claudia let out a little meep and clapped her hands over her mouth. Pete sat up straight and gaped at Myka. Myka's stomach sank, and she wondered when her life became an inescapable television show. The new girl standing in the doorway ignored these reactions and stepped forward a few steps to continue addressing Mr. Nielson.

"Hello," she said. "Is this the cryptography club I've been told about?"

Pete needed to stop staring at Myka or she was going to punch him again.

"It's not a club," Mr. Nielson said. "This is a pilot run for a cryptography class. These students are helping me fine-tune the curriculum."

"Well, if there's still puzzle-solving, I'm in," the girl grinned.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Nielson arched his eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You see, I'm new to this school, first day, and I'm looking to add something more challenging to my curriculum. My counselor said I didn't need to officially sign up for this class. I would only need the instructor's permission."

Mr. Nielson stared at her. Pete was practically bouncing in his chair, waving thumbs up signs at the man.

"So, may I join you?" the girl asked.

"No, I'm sorry. New students aren't allowed to join pilot runs." Mr. Nielson moved to shoo the girl out of the room, but she took a step that brought her further in and yet out of reach at the same time.

"But I understand you've allowed freshmen to take this class."

"Yes," Mr. Nielson said, eyes flicking towards Claudia and Steve.

"Are they not technically new to the school as well?" The girl tilted her head.

"Oooo," Pete said beneath his breath. "Nailed him." Myka could feel the unease blossoming into full-on panic again. Mr. Nielson wasn't really going to let the girl join the class, was he?

"Tell you what," Mr. Nielson said, "get settled in, adjust to your new surroundings and then maybe come see me in a week."

The girl kept her head titled, studying him. Finally, she said, "I'll see you in a week, then." and left. Mr. Nielson shut the door behind her.

"Artie!" cried Claudia. "That was mean!"

"Yeah, man, you could have at least let her sit in today," Pete said.

"Why? So you could spend the hour flirting with her?" Mr. Nielson snorted. "Please. I wasn't born yesterday."

"Believe me, no one thinks you were," Claudia said.

"Whoa, whoa, you think I wanted to flirt with her?" Pete said. "No, no, no, she wasn't for me. She was for Myka."

"Pete!" Myka gaped at him in disbelief.

"What?" Mr. Nielson said.

"Well, not like that exactly. I mean they probably weren't going to do any flirting. Probably just talk."

"Myka's TiMER went off at lunch," Steve supplied.

"Right!" Pete said. "It was her TiMER, and it was with that girl."

"That girl was Myka's One, Artie," Claudia said with a frown. "And you wouldn't let her stay."

"So this is still about your high school romances which I've told you repeatedly to leave at the door before you come in to class."

"No!" Myka said. "There's no romance. I don't even know her!"

"Regardless," Arite said, "TiMER related or not, your personal relationships do not interfere with classes."

"But Artie -" Claudia tried.

"What does the student handbook say about TiMERs?"

"Having a TiMER event is not considered an excused absence," Claudia said. "All classes must still be attended."

"But technically the girl was trying to get into class, not skip it," Steve said.

"Yeah!"

"The point is, you do not get special treatment just because your TiMER went off. This girl does not get to circumvent the rules just because she's Myka's One."

"She's not my One," Myka said. "And I didn't ask for special treatment."

Claudia continued frowning at Mr. Nielson. "Well, that's dumb. I'm protesting." She stood up and began walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Nope."

"Claudia Donovan, sit back down."

"Protesting!" Claudia stuck her fist in the air before walking out the door.

Everyone stayed silent while Mr. Nielson turned back to the rest of them. Then Steve spoke.

"Was I supposed to protest with her?"

"Not if you want to keep your World History extra credit."

"Shouldn't Mr. Nielson be more concerned about Claudia running off?"

"We're off school grounds. You can call him Artie again."

"I know she's a tough kid, but she's still only twelve."

"No worries," Pete said, suddenly taking a detour through somebody's yard. "I know exactly where she is."

Myka followed him, praying no one scolded them for trespassing. They cut through two yards and came out across the street from an old park that had been used before the city built the large, main park across town. It was small, only housing a run-down basketball hoop, a jungle gym from before they were outlawed, and a lone swing-set made of two swings. These swings were currently occupied by the missing red-head and the new girl from England that Myka was seriously suspecting of following her.

"Hey guys!" Claudia said as they approached. "We've been talking. She's really cool! And her name's Helena by the way, since no one's asked." She kicked her legs to get her swing started, and the girl - Helena - stood up.

"Hello. Claudia, here, insisted on showing me this park."

"Yeah, it's her favorite," Pete said.

"Cause no one comes here."

"Well, I'm Pete." He gave a small wave. Then he jerked his thumb. "And this is Myka."

"Hi," Myka said quietly. Helena smiled at her. Myka couldn't decide if it was a friendly sorry-we're-in-this-mess-together smile or a hello-new-love-of-my-life smile. God, she hoped it was the former.

"So how mad is Artie that I ran out?" Claudia asked.

"More than stealing all his chalk, but less than when you got stuck on the school roof," Pete said.

Claudia grinned at the reminder. "Totally manageable, then." She stood up in the swing and jumped backwards out of it so she didn't hit Myka.

"Alright, Lattimer, I need a ride home, and I'm shot-gunning you."

"Okay. My truck's back at school," Pete said as Claudia ran up and jumped on his back. "Oh! Hey, pipsqueak, a little warning next time."

"I said ride home," Claudia said and adjusted her grip around his neck. "What more warning do you need?"

"Ugh, okay kiddo. Let's go. See you guys," Pete said, turning away.

"Nice to meet you, Helena!" Claudia waved.

"Hey, lean forward or you're gonna take us both down!"

"Sorry!"

"Hey, what?" Myka watched them leave, feeling abandoned and all-too aware of Helena standing a few feet from her. She nervously glanced at the girl.

"Your friends seem nice," Helena said.

"Yeah, they're terrific." Myka frowned at Pete's and Claudia's retreating backs.

Helena took a measured step towards her. "I'm Helena Wells," she said and offered her hand.

"Myka Bering," Myka said. She briefly shook the girl's hand and then clasped her hands behind her back.

"There. Now we're more formally introduced." Helena smiled again.

"Yeah." Myka managed to quirk her lips up a bit in response. "Um, sorry. About before. You know, running out like that in the cafeteria."

"It's alright."

"Yeah, I, um, I'd left a book…" she trailed off and shook her head. "No. No, I didn't. I just ran." She thought she felt her face grow hot, but she wasn't sure if the blush was real or imaginary.

"Understandable," Helena said. "As I said, it's alright. And I'm sorry for disrupting your after-hours course. I swear, I wasn't following you. I was only looking for work that might actually be a challenge."

Myka tried to determine if she was lying or not, but she had trouble reading the other girl. Then, a different thought struck her.

"Oh my god, you're a girl!"

Helena arched her eyebrow.

"My TiMER went off for a girl." Myka clapped her hands to her face.

"Is that what the problem is?" Helena said with - of all things - a laugh. Myka had no idea what was so amusing about this.

"No! I mean, yes. Probably. I don't know!" Myka said. "I'm not gay, or I don't think I am. That's not what I've been freaking out about, though. I was just freaking out that my TiMER went off. I wasn't freaking about who it went off for, and now you're… you…" Her words faded into useless hand-waving. She felt petrified for an entirely different set of reasons than she had a few hours ago and settled for firmly crossing her arms across her chest. She eyed Helena warily.

Helena returned her gaze in silence for a moment. Then she glided forward a step.

"You don't have to worry, you know."

"What?"

"I'm not expecting some grand romance to start now that our TiMERs have gone off.

"Oh," Myka said. "Good."

"I was only curious to see what match the TiMER would make," Helena continued, "if it was worth pursuing."

Myka frowned. "So what, this was some sort of test?"

"More of an experiment, I'd say."

Myka's frown deepened, and Helena rushed on.

"Well, it seemed the only course since I was being forced into wearing the blasted device."

"You didn't want the TiMER?"

"No," Helena said. "My parents thrust it upon me as a sort of punishment."

"Why?"

"Do parents really need a reason to punish their child? It seems they can find any fault for an excuse," Helena answered. "Was it not your parents who forced you to have the TiMER?"

"What? Who said they forced me?"

"Your entire demeanor since our meeting. Most people I've met have been eagerly awaiting the clock reaching zero. You didn't seem very keen on the idea."

Myka looked down at the black box attached to her wrist. Her fingers drifted over to toy with the strap. "I'm not."

"Must be why we were paired up." Helena gave her a half smile when Myka looked up. Myka bit her lip.

"I didn't know it was going to go off today. I haven't looked at it since the week I got it. I've kept it covered up since then."

"No wonder you looked so startled," Helena said.

"Yeah." Myka looked away and crossed her arms again. The TiMER box bumped her arm. "Oh no!"

"What is it?"

"I left my arm band at school." Myka stared at her bared wrist. "Oh, no, I must have left it in the bathroom."

"Well, you could go get it. It's a short walk to the school."

Myka shook her head. "The building's locked by now."

"Oh, well you can still get it tomorrow, then."

"Yeah, but I need it. I don't want my parents to know." Unless they already knew. Myka couldn't be sure that they hadn't made special note of her countdown and looked the date up to see it would be today. Pete had so there was a chance her parents had too. Maybe a small chance, but still there.

"Ah," Helena said. "You don't want them to see your TiMER's gone off because they'll hound you with questions and insist on meeting me."

"Yes," Myka groaned. She really couldn't deal with her parents' reaction right now.

"You could borrow my jacket."

"What?" Myka turned back to her. "No. No, I couldn't."

"Of course, you can," Helena said. "It will cover the TiMER."

"But then my mom will just ask about the jacket."

"A jacket's easier to explain than an inactive TiMER."

Myka wavered.

"Here." Helena shrugged out of her jacket and held it out. "Take it. It's the least I could do for startling you with my presence."

"It's not really your fault," Myka said, but she accepted the jacket and slid it on. It fit her well, and definitely did the job of covering her TiMER.

"Thanks."

"Of course," Helena smiled. "It looks good on you." Myka eyed her. "From a completely platonic and objective standpoint."

"Okay, well I should get home," Myka said, wanting this encounter to end. She took a step towards the road. "My parents will be wondering where I'm at, and I need to call Pete because he still has my backpack in his truck." Helena nodded her understanding as Myka pulled out her phone. After waking it up, she saw she had a couple of texts from Pete.

NEED ALL THE DEETS LATER

Heh that rhymed. btw I have your stuff still. Come get me later.

I'm sitting at the school

"Okay, apparently I'm meeting Pete back at the school." Myka frowned. "Wait, do you have a way home?"

"Don't worry," Helena said. "I'm sure my uncle's waiting in the school parking lot. He probably would've called by now except he hasn't given me a local phone yet."

"Oh okay, then. I guess we should walk back." The girls fell into step together, taking the proper path over roads and not through yards. Myka felt horribly awkward and didn't have a clue what she should say.

"You know," Helena said, "my uncle wouldn't be waiting on me if he had just let me driven myself to school."

"Didn't you just move here from another country?" Myka asked. "Do you even have a valid driver's license?"

Helena huffed. "That'd be why he didn't let me drive."

Myka bit back the urge to laugh at the annoyance on her face.

TBC