Title: 30 Day OTP Challenge – Bering and Wells
Day/Prompt: 1 – Holding Hands
Rating: G
Pairings: Bering and Wells
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The first time I slipped my hand into hers is seared into my memory with such intensity that it is sure to have caused damage to my brain. But that implies that I want to forget, which is simply not true.

In a rare occasion we had the same day off from the warehouse, Artie shooing both of us away, mumbling that we both needed to do things that did not revolve around the warehouse. Naturally we both looked shocked and hurt long enough to make Artie feel a twinge of guilt about what he said but as we closed the heavy door behind us the realization set in that I really didn't have anything to do outside of the warehouse. All of my experiments were tucked away in what used to be "The Pete Cave", out of reach of my tinkering if I didn't want to be assaulted by Artie trying to take them back to Leena's. And asking Pete to retrieve them was out of the question, he was still angry that I had taken over "The Pete Cave".

"Bloody hell, I have nothing to do." I sighed following Myka to her car.

Myka stopped so suddenly that I ran into her back, my arms quickly wrapping around her waist to keep her from toppling over. As soon as I realized what I was doing I pulled away, freeing her from my arms.

I was tugging my shirt down when she asked with disbelief clear in her voice, "What do you mean you don't have anything to do?"

I threw my hands up, slightly gesturing to the warehouse behind me. "All my experiments are in "The Pete Cave"."

"You have over 100 years of pop culture available for you to dive into. There has got to be something that you want to do with your day off."

I almost laughed and told her that sure there were things that I wanted to do with my day off but she wasn't offering, but I managed to keep myself in check. "Not particularly. Pop culture as you call it is dreadfully dull to me. What is the point of all these reality shows?"

Myka threw her hands up. "Well, I was going to go to the park and read if I can find a good place to slink away in the woods."

My face brightened with a smile. "That sounds wonderful."

I watched her wave me into the car while I was practically giddy with excitement. The short drive to the closest park had me practically bouncing in my seat with anticipation. I was going to spend a whole day with Myka, with no world ending disasters to get in the way.

When we finally parked Myka got out first and pulled out a heavy bag of books, most of which I was sure she had read multiple times.

I was still sitting in my seat when she got the bag adjusted on her shoulder. "Are you coming or what?"

I practically leaped from the car to follow her into the park. The park was beautiful in ways that could only be described by the world's best poets. Walking through the park the sounds of young children filtered about, laughter and screams of joy accompanied by cries and tantrums, only being broken by the sound of red and brown leaves being crunched under our boots as we walked. I was always fond of Autumn but seeing it in South Dakota always took my breath away, the colors of the leaves seemed so much richer, painting the skyline with glorious reds, yellows, oranges, and browns.

We were walking side by side and without paying attention to what I was doing my hand found hers and locked into a tight grasp. No sooner than I felt her skin locked into mine I pulled away, terror racing through me that I had messed everything up with my one indiscretion.

I was still stumbling around in my own head when her hand snaked back into mine, warm soft skin in contrast to my chilled calloused skin. I was so relieved that I stopped, pulling her backwards when she continued on, a smile plastered to my face.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, her head cocked to the side as a little girl ran between us, followed by a little boy and two sets of screaming parents, forcing me to let go of her hand.

For all my eloquent words I simply shrugged.

"Well come on." She insisted, putting her hand back in mine, a perfect fit.