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Title: I Need A Hero

Author: Stephaniand

Rating: K

Genre: Romance/Angst/Comfort/Friendship/Mystery

Perspective: Third Person Omniscient Narrator

Pairing: Myka/HG

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Past is Prologue

"Counting on you" Pete said, pointing a playfully accusing finger at H.G.

She forced a tight smile and looked down. Pete's charm, she'd miss that. It had never had quite the desired effect on her though.

Myka laughed lightly at their exchange, her cheeks still a little flushed from all the things that had happened during the course of the day, and waited until Pete had walked around to the driver's side before she stepped in front of Helena, albeit a little awkwardly, unsure as to how to go about this conversation. She looked up and down the woman in front of her, threw out her hands, trying to convey her thoughts into words, and finally inquired, "So… Is this goodbye?"

Helena looked to the side, and, from past experiences, replied, "Well… I would assume not."

Myka laughed, and it was a laugh that spoke of all their times together, meeting at gunpoint, in the most unexpected situations and times. Her eyes were glassy. She quickly quieted down though. Helena, her lovely, British-accented, intelligent, witty, gorgeous Helena. She could always find a way to make her laugh at the most inappropriate times. Myka loved that. Yet being reminded of it, and all the moments they'd shared, not knowing when she would see her again. For a moment, it was all too much. Helena saw her look down, come to a conclusion. Myka knew, there was one last thing she needed to do. She looked up into Helena's inquiring eyes.

"Fight for him" she told her, all in one breath, quickly, but with conviction.

Helena, however, just smiled and shook her head, confused, yet delighted at the workings of the mind of the woman in front of her, who never ceased to surprise the inventor. As the brunette continued, however, her smile started to fade away.

"I was wrong," Myka blinked. "When I said you weren't being true to yourself." She paused. Helena searched her face, still confused. Surely Myka knew that wasn't true. Surely she knew, like she always did. Surely she'd fight her more on the matter. They both knew what she was doing was wrong, and Myka always called her out on things like this, so what was she doing now? "Maybe…" She continued, "I was just afraid..." her words were paused, deliberated, "of losing… A friend." She pressed her lips together and saw understanding reach Helena's face, a little sigh being drawn out of her lips. "But caring for someone" she paused, reminiscing on how today, she had seen Helena do everything she could to save and protect her, what would now be, her family. She had seen how much she cared for them, loved them. Maybe this wasn't the life that was meant for her, but she truly seemed happy pretending. So she decided, she would let her pretend. If maybe just a bit longer, "you're obviously very… good at it." Then she looked at the house, knowing who was inside and chose her next words carefully, "So make this…" She drew in a breath, knowing what she had to say, "Make this your home." She nodded at Helena, needing her to acknowledge what she was saying, how hard it was to tell her that. When Helena had told her she'd finally found a place where she felt like she belonged, it had hurt Myka indescribably, who wished, who'd always thought, that place was at her side. But if this truly was where Helena felt most happy, where Helena felt most comfortable, then she'd give her that. She'd support her.

Helena closed her mouth, and acknowledged what Myka was doing for her. She thanked her, but felt the need to reassure her as well. She grabbed both her hands firmly, grounding her, and looked deep into her eyes, "You will never," she emphasized the never, "lose this friend." And they both knew Helena wasn't just a friend. She was… Helena.

"Good." Myka exclaimed, feeling an immense sense of relief, of happiness and security. She reached for Helena and brought her into a tight hug, embracing her around the shoulders. Helena put her hands on Myka's back, and rubbed her thumbs reassuringly, letting out a brief sigh. They finally parted, smiling at one another. Myka grinned, feeling slightly better, and said, "So…. I guess I will see you around!"

Helena pointed at her, agreeing, and finally opened the door to the car, trying to make this easier on Myka, "Until then."

She watched Myka get in the car. She hesitated for a bit, she couldn't bear the thought of not seeing her again. Even though she knew that it was highly unlikely that would be the case. She put her hands on the window.

"Maybe just… coffee? Next time?" She propositioned. Still unsure as to whether or not there would be a next time.

Myka searched her face, her intense gaze so full of endearment, and smiled her weary, yet ever-bright smile, "Or save the world." She said cheekily, "Who knows?"

They both knew, in that moment, their future was sure to be filled with Endless Wonder. Someday, they'd meet again.

Helena smiled back at her, tilting her head in wonderment, and saw her off with a small nod, as she saw those lips mouth 'I love you', and gasped a little, backing away from the car, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes, as the car started to move.

Myka, however, kept her eyes trained on Helena's, unable to break the one last thing keeping them together, and her own eyes were glazed over with a great sadness and longing as she raised her hand one last time, saw Helena do the same. Saw her smile fade away, mouth still open, yearning to speak those yet unspoken words. Saw her cross her arms to stop herself from reaching out for something they couldn't, shouldn't, have.

What she didn't see, though, was the single tear to finally drop, at their yet untold story.