Walk Through Walls
Summary - Myka and HG venture to the frigid Mount Greylock in Massachusetts to retrieve an artifact when things slide out of control and they find themselves stranded without a way to call for help.
Obligatory disclaimer - I do not own anything to do with Warehouse 13, its characters, or basically anything in this fic that is recognizable.
[Note - This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction since the one and only Lost fic I wrote over eight years ago. I make no claims of being a good writer or being capable of avoiding clichés.]
[Additional note: Rated T for later chapters, but might be changed to M]
Chapter One
Myka Bering enjoyed spending her time alone with a good book. She loves her job at the Warehouse, but sometimes she just needed that small escape from reality. When the Bed and Breakfast was quiet, Myka could get lost in a story for hours on end. Nestled into one of the comfortable armchairs in the common room of the B&B, Myka's nose was buried in her book.
"Dude, there's no way you're going to beat me," she heard Claudia say from upstairs. "I am the master at Mortal Kombat."
"Please, I've been playing Mortal Kombat since the first game came out," followed Pete's voice, a bit closer. Myka rolled her eyes as her housemates descended the stairs. She knew where this was going. Her peace and quiet was as good as gone.
Claudia bounced her way to the entertainment center with her SEGA Genesis console in hand, cables hanging loosely. Myka didn't understand why they couldn't just play their silly games in Claudia's room, but she knew it would be fruitless to even suggest such a thing. She loved her Warehouse family, she really did, but sometimes they drove her crazy. That's what family does, though, Myka thought to herself as Pete tossed a pillow from the sofa at Claudia's head. It bounced off her, nearly hitting the lamp on the side table.
"Then how about you put your money where your mouth is, Grandpa?" Claudia quipped. "Loser does inventory for the winner for the next month."
"I hope you're ready for that kind of punishment," Pete exclaimed around a mouth full of cookies, "because I am so winning." Myka wasn't sure from where the cookies materialized, but she was pretty sure Pete had a stash in his room. She was also pretty sure that a bit of chewed up cookie flew out of his mouth. She hid her disgust and tried to keep reading her book.
The game was set up and Claudia made her way to the sofa. Pete grabbed the television remote and increased the volume as ULTIMATE MORTAL KOMBAT 3 flashed up on the screen and Claudia tossed his game controller onto the cushion.
Turning her attention back to her book once again, Myka tuned out the noise coming from the game and the children playing it. Only another two pages in, Myka's attention was yet again pulled from the story. This time, however, it was a more welcome distraction. Just barely a glimpse from the corner of her eye, Myka noticed as Helena quietly descended the stairs and entered the kitchen.
After a few minutes, HG emerged with a cup of tea. She appeared to be heading back to the stairs before noticing the commotion in the next room over. Myka's heart skipped a beat when Helena looked at her with a single raised eyebrow. That's all it took, really. A simple look and Myka lost the grip on herself for just a moment. Regaining control, Myka pointed her face back to the book, but her attention was still on HG.
Helena sat down in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. Myka could feel her gaze as she sipped on her tea. Myka knew that her attempts to hide her feelings were becoming increasingly more weak, but she wasn't ready to deal with this yet. Helena exuded confidence and Myka still wasn't certain that she didn't act this flirtatious with just about everyone. The potential for humiliation was enough to keep Myka at bay for now and the apprehension about being with a woman certainly wasn't going to help anything along. Myka really didn't know what she was doing. All she knew was how Helena made her feel.
"Ooohhh, I told you I was the master," Claudia yelled while doing a dance, breaking Myka's reverie. Looking at the screen, Myka saw that one of the characters was standing victorious. Myka hadn't the slightest idea how many rounds they played, but it was clear that Claudia won enough for Pete to be declared the loser.
"Not fair! You were just button mashing half the time and your girlish fingers must have moved faster than my strategic button pressing," Pete countered. "I demand a rematch!"
"Nope! No rematching. You lost and I won. Fair and square," Claudia declared in a sing-song voice as she started walking back upstairs. "You've got my inventory duty for the next month, dude!"
Myka smiled into her book at their childish antics. Pete briefly disappeared into the kitchen and then headed upstairs with a glass of milk. Myka was relieved that their shenanigans were over for the night and she could get back to reading some more before it got too late. A few lines into the first paragraph, Myka realized that HG was still watching her from across the room. She glanced up and their eyes met. Helena's eyes were full of amusement, but there was something deeper to that gaze and it made Myka avert her own eyes.
"You are rather fetching when you're pretending to read, darling," Helena teased, enunciating the word 'pretending' just a bit too much. Myka glanced up, saw the same amusement and intensity in those dark eyes, and glanced at the clock. Mumbling the excuse that it was getting late, Myka smiled shyly and walked toward the stairs with her book in tow.
"Good night, HG," Myka spoke softly, turning back toward the woman.
"Sleep well, darling," Helena nearly purred as Myka continued her ascent.
