Be Good to Me

Summary: Myka left the Warehouse after the disaster in Yellowstone. She starts a new life in California as a musician. Her time at the Warehouse is fading away. A new relationship helps her move on even though her new girlfriend reminds her quite a lot of the woman she is trying unsuccessfully to forget.

There's some angst, tears, laughter, love and sexytimes. If three pretty ladies making love is not your thing, well, then you might want to pass on this one ;)

Note: the title refers to a song Joanne Kelly performed in a movie. You can see her play it here: Joanne Kelly: Better Be Good to Me

http:/www. youtube .com/ watch?v=7LQjd0TPMAY

(just take out the spaces. in the URL above. This site unfortunately makes it hard to post links.)

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*** Chapter 1 ***

When Myka left the Warehouse she had no thought of what she would do next. It was a very foreign concept to her. Her whole life had been planned since she was in middle school. Myka Bering did not act on impulses. She planned every move, every action, carefully weighing pros and cons until she could make the best decision possible. This time though, it was different. Her life, her world had been shattered. And all because she had let one woman into her heart. If she was completely honest with herself she would admit that it was not just any woman, but one exceptionally brilliant and intelligent woman, someone who matched Myka's own intellect. Myka ground her teeth again as she stepped harder on the accelerator feeling the need to put distance between herself and the people she had betrayed. She had wanted to believe HG Wells so much. She just could not accept that her idol, her childhood hero could be bad. Perhaps HG had been misguided or cornered into acting this way, but Myka had for the longest time refused to believe that she was rotten to the core.

"What a fool I was," she muttered to herself.

HG Wells had been hauled away before she could confront her. Artie had sedated her on the way back to South Dakota, effectively preventing Myka from speaking to her. She wanted answers and HG Wells was the only one who could provide them, but she did not know how to ask Artie to make it possible. She was too ashamed to.


Myka had driven for days until she finally reached the ocean. She had parked the car and stepped out, walking across the sandy beach until she could dip her toes in the Pacific. With her head tilted back and her hair blowing in the wind she felt some of the tension lift from her shoulders. She sat down in the sand gazing out over the ocean for the longest time. Not until she realized that the sun was setting did she slowly get up. Over on her left she spotted a group of teenagers who were hanging out. One of them was playing the guitar singing an old Beatles song. Myka knew it well. She used to play it too. She hummed along as she passed them.

"Yo, wanna join us?" one of the guys asked and grinned at her.

Myka smiled at him. He was actually older than she had initially assumed. She realized that they were most likely college students and not high school students. She shrugged and sat down.

"I'm Topher," he said and smiled at her.

"Myka."

"I heard you sing. Do you play?" he asked curious.

"I used to, but it was a while ago." She leaned back on her hands watching the guy playing.

"Here," Topher said and handed her his guitar which had been sitting on a towel in the sand next to him.

"I can't," she said and laughed.

He pushed the guitar into her lap with a smile.

"Just try it."

Myka sighed and grabbed the instrument. She sat up straighter and folded her legs until she could hold the guitar securely. She looked at the other guitar player across from her, and he smiled at her. He started a new song and she nodded. She knew it. She tentatively placed her left hand fingers in the right places for the cord. He nodded. He mouthed the cords to her as they worked their way through the intro. Myka grinned at him. When he started to sing she joined him. After a while she started to improvise, adding some things, plucking the notes as he strung the cords. He cheered her on. When they started the next verse he let her lead and she sang from her heart. She let out all her pain and anger into the song. Once she swept her fingers over the strings for the last cord she felt drained. There was a moments silence and then cheering. Topher slapped her back grinning.

"See, I knew you'd remember."

"Thanks," she said and smiled at him.

Myka stayed with them for another hour playing and talking. They were really nice kids. She finally bid her farewell promising to stop by some other time. On the way back to the car she made a decision to buy a guitar the next day.


The first time Myka walked into a bar to ask for a gig she panicked. She was so nervous she ended up walking out again. It took her three tries before she got up the courage to at least ask. The owner shrugged and said okay. He would give her a try. If she brought in any customers he would consider paying her, otherwise she would get tip only. She agreed. At the moment she was not doing this for money.

To both their surprise she was an instant success. He hired her for the following week, same night. Soon it turned into two nights a week. By that time she had secured another gig at another bar for Friday nights. Myka felt the memory of the Warehouse and the events leading up to her leaving fade away. The faces still haunted her dreams and she often found herself waking up crying out Helena's name. Her music gave her an outlet for her grief. She honestly had no idea why she had ever given it up.


The one year anniversary of her departure came and went without her even realizing. She was now playing regularly in a couple of bars in West Hollywood. She was in a new relationship that seemed to be at least somewhat healthy, even if they did not see each other as much as Myka would like. But when they did, Myka found herself being spoiled beyond belief. She had never dated someone as wealthy as her current girlfriend, with one exception.

Myka took the stage and joked with the audience. It still amazed her how she had learned to do that. Goofy Myka who could never tell a joke and who was just embarrassingly weird in public settings was now joking with a large audience, causing laugher and cheering. She nervously chewed on her lip before starting to play. There was more cheering as some people recognized the song as one of her stand-bys.

With the light in her eyes Myka could never see her audience well, which really helped with the nervousness. Looking out over the crowded room she could barely see the front row, but that was all that mattered to her. On this particular night there was only one person who mattered to her and she was sitting right by the stage, smiling at Myka.

Myka never noticed the dark eyes watching her intently from the shadows. Had she, she might not have been able to continue playing. The woman watched silently from her spot in the dark corner as Myka sang. At one point she smiled when Myka grinned. But as quickly as the smile appeared it vanished into the shadows. She gazed at Myka's face with such intensity it surprised her that Myka could not feel it. She tried to memorize every part of Myka's face; her hands, her body. Watching Myka hit the last cord she sighed softly into the empty darkness around her.

"Well, I was never good to you, was I darling?" she whispered sadly.

HG Wells slipped into the shadows and left as quietly as she had arrived. The faint echo of her presence gone, vanished into darkness of time, just like her memory. A silent question nagging her in her mind – was this all she was now? A silent echo of things past.


Myka grinned as she hit the last cord. She had never felt more alive than she did in this moment. Well, for one particular moment in a foreign country, with a ceiling fan buzzing quietly above her and soft lips brushing over her body as the scent of night jasmine wafted through the open window. Myka immediately pushed the memory away and smiled at the beautiful dark-haired woman sitting by the stage, her clear blue eyes gazing at Myka with such love and devotion. Her Helena.


Nine Months Earlier
Myka did not know whether to cry or laugh when the woman opened her mouth. Myka had been watching her out of the corner of her eye since the moment she laid eyes on her. The woman had moved with such grace and assertiveness. Only one other woman Myka knew moved like that, and she had long since disappeared into the abyss from where she came. Myka smiled at her and noticed her pretty blue eyes. The woman returned the smile and slowly moved through the crowd until she was standing by Myka's chair, casually resting her hand on the back of the bar stool.

"You must be new here darling. I haven't seen you before," she said and smiled.

She touched a lock of Myka's hair and caressed it off her shoulder. The gesture just like the voice reminded Myka of another touch, another woman now pushed to the recess of her mind. Myka smiled at the beautiful woman standing so close she could feel her warm breath caress her cheek.

"I am," she said and grinned. "I'm Myka."

The woman smiled and ran a finger along Myka's jaw line.

"My name is Helena. Welcome to my place."

Myka just stared at her. Her smile vanished instantly.

"Of course it is," she mumbled.

"What's wrong darling? Did I say something wrong?"

Myka shook her head and sighed. She sipped her drink, gathering her thoughts.

"You just reminded me of someone. Her name was also Helena, and surprisingly she was also British," Myka said with a tired sigh. "She broke my heart."


Myka had initially fought her attraction to Helena Peabody, but Helena was relentless. Myka quickly realized that Helena and HG Wells had a lot in common, something that bothered her quite a bit. Still Helena was much freer in her love, and even though Myka knew Helena had secrets, none of them could possibly come close to HG's. Helena's charm and consistent showing of appreciation eventually brought down Myka's defenses and she allowed her into her life. The first time Helena kissed her she whimpered softly at the exquisite taste of her lips. So different from HG's, but yet so familiar.


Present Day
Myka was sitting on the terrace outside Helena's house. Helena was still at the club. In these quiet hours when no one was on the beach and all she could hear was the sound of the waves and her own music, Myka felt at peace. She closed her eyes and strummed another cord. Plucking the notes one by one she worked on the introduction to the song.

"Hello darling."

The words said so softly had a teasing tinge to them. Myka did not have to open her eyes to know who the voice belonged to.

To be Continued...