Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this one, it won't be as long as my others, and I actually have a plan this time! (Watch that fail spectacularly) Well, anyhoo! Hope you enjoy it!
Set at the mid-season finale, so beware of spoilers- as if you guys haven't watched it!
From the bottom floor of the mill, HG could see the orchid sailing from Artie's hand. Before she could register, she was running. She could hear Claudia's scream as she took the stairs three at a time. Skidding on flour, she scrambled up the last few steps. The whole room was in chaos, but what her eyes had fixed upon was the tall brunette falling to the floor. All in the room were slowly sinking, being at the epicentre was killing them with unprecedented speed. Running over, she cried, "Myka!"
Dropping to her knees, she pulled the young woman into her lap.
Looking up with dazed eyes, the young woman was shaking uncontrollably, "Helena?"
Brushing Myka's hair away from her eyes, she nodded, "Yes darling, I'm here. You're going to be alright."
"The Orchid... Artie..." Closing her eyes tightly, her tremors increased to painful levels, "Helena, it hurts."
Opening the top button of her shirt, Helena grabbed for the string tied around her neck beside her locket. Leaning down, she pressed the blood stained wood against Myka. After a moment, the young woman released a long groan, "Helena..."
Her hands shaking, Helena drew back, "Why isn't it working?!"
Artie shifted, "What is it?"
"Wood from one of the doorways in Egypt during the ten plagues."
He nodded, "Lambs blood. It won't work."
Looking up to him, she snarled, "Why?!"
"It prevents plague, it doesn't cure it."
Myka's hand gripped her forearm, "Helena."
Running her fingers through Myka's hair she spoke softly, "I'm here darling."
It was painful to hear how weak her voice was, "You came back."
"I came back for you."
She smiled despite the hard shivers wracking her frame, "You came back for me?"
"It seems you can't get rid of me, love."
A small but strained laugh managed to whistle from between her lips, "I don't think that would be something I minded. I missed you."
Resting her forehead against Myka's she blinked slowly to stop the tears threatening to flow, "I missed you too." When she was a hologram, Helena had realised how much she had taken her senses for granted. To be able touch, is the one thing she missed most. In the bookstore, when Myka's hand had sailed through her like air, had nearly made her break down.
But this made her bronzing and incarceration seem like a blessing. Watching the strong proud agent fade away in her arms was the bitterest torture the inventor had ever endured.
She could feel the strength draining from Myka's limbs, and the young woman's eyes began to drift closed. "Myka." Her only response was the slight flutter of her eyelids, "Myka..." Swallowing hard, she put all the power her had into her voice. Lowering herself so she was level with Myka's ear she whispered with unshakable certainty, "I love you."
The young woman's lips curved into a smile, before her last breath whispered between her lips.
HG swallowed the cry that threatened to tear up her throat. Holding Myka tightly against her, she felt the astrolabe digging into her side. Looking up, her eyes widened. Scrambling to get it out of her pocket, she was about to raise it when Artie cried weakly, "Stop."
Looking down she shook her head, "I can't let this happen Artie."
On the verge of death, he winced in pain, "You... can't... the evil... you, you will become... the evil."
Pausing a moment, a look of understanding washed over her features, followed swiftly by an unreadable mask, "I'll take precautions."
The last thing Artie saw before his weak grip on life slipped, was Helena raising the astrolabe, and the orange glow turning around the artefact.