"Homesick."

(A Bering / Wells Fanfic)

Genre: Drama / Romance

Written by:givemebackmyteslagun

PART I

Myka had no idea where she was. She just knew she had to be there. She didn't recall how she got there. "The voices in my head," she wondered. "Where are they coming from?" She was confused. She could feel the arms of someone caressing her back gently though. "There, there." It was a very soft voice. "Who," she paused to look back. "Who are you?" Unfortunately there was no one there.

At least that's what she figured after turning around to find that only darkness was surrounding her. "Myka!" Helena exclaimed in relief. "You're okay darling!" Helena Wells had spent the night at the hospital to make her company. It was a very cold room and she couldn't help but shiver through the night. "What," she murmured as she looked around for a bit. Myka's eyes were re-adjusting to the light. "Where am I?" Helena kissed her lips, but Myka pulled her lips away in complete surprise. It was something she wasn't expecting from Helena. "What are you doing?!" She freaked out. She wanted to get out of bed, but she couldn't because there were all sorts of very thin tubes connected to her arms, sending a kind of colorless liquid substance through her veins.

"I'm kissing you love," she said. "What does it look like honey?" Myka's emotions were aloof. She gave her a strange look in the eye. Like she had just met her, and wanted to know who she was, and why did she refer to her as "honey" or "love". She noticed that the woman's semblance changed quickly to a mixture of sadness and worry.

She picked up a strange device and someone's face appeared on the circled glass. It was a kind of phone.

"Helena," he said. There was a girl there too. "Hey Helena, how's Myka?" Helena shook her head a bit. "Not well Leena." The funny looking man with the glasses pondered for a few seconds. "We need to find the other half of the artifact," he said. Myka noticed that the man gave the impression of being terribly concerned and lost in thought. "What about Pete?" asked the girl next to the rummy looking man. "He was sent by Mrs. Fredrickson to the Himalayas to see if he could find the other half of the artifact." Myka, out of the blue, started feeling dizzy. What's going on…?

The whole world went black for a couple of minutes. When she woke up, she was in a new place. Some place familiar. "Here's some milk and cookies," said the man. "Artie, I'm gonna go do some research on this artifact to see if there's another way to reverse the effect." Leena left the room to go to the cryptozoology section down in the warehouse.

They were at a room in Leena's Bed & Breakfast. The quirky man caught Helena setting a few teardrops free.

"Oh," she said. "Forgive me Artie." Handling women wasn't ever Artie's forte, so he kept to himself, and gave Helena her well deserved space. "I'm not the strong woman I thought I was after all."
Artie felt compelled to give her a tissue. "That's quite an understandable human reaction to your current situation Helena." Helena half-chuckled. It was the first time that they were bonding.
Way back in the year 1900, she was bronzed at her own request, and confined to the Bronze Sector of the Warehouse. There she remained immobile but still conscious wasn't permitted to keep any personal effects so her ring, locket, and compact were stored in the Escher Vault.

In her locket she had hidden a picture of her daughter. A lot of stuff happened back then. In the year 2010 she was debronzed by Leena under Pete & Macpherson's supervision. According to Artie, Helena was a selfish traitor in a way. When being released, in a quest to satiate her craving for revenge, she stole a dangerous artifact that the Warehouse 13 agents had been looking for, almost accomplishing her task of destroying the entire planet by means of utilizing Poseidon's Trident, but Myka was the one who stopped her from performing such an act. She calmed her.

Slowly but surely she fell in love, though It was impossible for her to let go of the fact that her only daughter, Christina, had been murdered in 1899. Time and time again, Myka was there to be of support whenever she broke down in tears. "Tell me more about Christina," Myka would say as she'd stroke her hair, staying there with her for hours and hours if need be. You didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know that Artie had lost trust in Helena, but when Agent Bering and Helena got together things changed for the both of them.

"Could I interest you in some milk and cookies?" Helena giggled. "You're such an adorable man Artie." She sighed afterwards. Artie was familiar with this sigh. It was the kind of heavy sigh that Artie releases when he can't seem to fix something, and there's no way of getting around it. Leena would have recognized it too if she was present. Myka was there in front of them all the time. Why were they worried? Who were these people? She felt trapped.
She wanted to go home. But where is home? She felt homesick all of a sudden. She didn't even know if she had a home in the first place to begin with. Did she had one? She wanted to see if she was invisible, so she opened her mouth a bit, to think of something to say, but nothing came out. "Yes?!" Myka saw that the man called Artie had been eating cookies.

"Am I," said Myka, her eyes distracted by the look on the woman's face. "Am I being held captive here?" Helena and Artie laughed a good laugh. They couldn't contain themselves. But this was no laughing matter at all. They brought themselves to a halt and discarded their uncalled for reaction with a unanimous: "Sorry, it's just that."

They both stared at each other with a sense of awkwardness. "You go ahead," said Artie. "I should give you some space." He was sitting on the bed but thought it would be appropriate to leave the room and go do some research on the Yeti's horns.

He also wanted to know if Leena knew anything about Myka's aura. He knew Leena too well and wanted a detailed explanation on why Leena left them so abruptly, and at such a quick pace.

Something was up and the pieces didn't fit.

"What has happened to me?" Helena got closer and said: "Your memory has been stripped away from you darling." Helena felt crushed for the reason that Myka did not look at her the same way that she used to. "Don't worry though," she said. "I'm sure we will be able to restore it back to where it belongs." She poked Myka's head and smiled at her. Myka, first, became a passenger, and didn't had the chance to fastened her seatbelt, once seated in a roller coaster of emotional reactions.

She felt as if she was being pulled into the heart of a bottomless pit, and pushed down violently by the hands of someone so undeniably cruel. Second, she felt as if someone pulled her out of it almost instantaneously. She could see her face. It was Helena. Helena was pulling her out of that dark hole. Pulling her out into the light.

She stared at Helena's hand and felt an urge to hold it. Her hand slid over the sheets and moved unhurriedly towards hers. Their fingers danced then intertwined. She felt the warmness of her fingers. The kind of warmness one feels when they're at home. "You're home," Myka said to her. "What?" asked Helena. "Home," she said.