Disclaimer: Nothing in Warehouse 13, Doctor Who, and Sanctuary belong to me. Nor does anything written by HG Wells (The Time Machine)

A/N: This chapter still takes place in ep1 before Myka and Pete get their case. The show focuses on Sam, but I am saving that for later. Let me know what you think~ Still looking for the beta btw :D

Myka stood in the doorway of the conservatory since Pete left. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, she really didn't want to talk to Pete about Denver or Sam. All she wanted to do was get home. Her whole life was driven by her career to make her parents proud, not dusting some artifacts. Dickinson was going to call, she was sure of it.

Until then, she was going to sleep. Myka walked upstairs, when an open door caught her attention. She figured Pete was still awake, maybe she should apologize for being so short with him about Sam.

She peaked inside and found that it was empty and more importantly, settled in. There were shelves filled with books and papers scattered everywhere on the desk sitting next to it. Curiously, Myka walked deeper into the room, carefully taking in the contents on the desk. A blueprint with what looked like a police call box was drawn onto them. Intricate designs with formulas and language that Myka didn't understand were scribbled into the aged paper with stale ink. She moved the blueprint aside when she found a small stack of papers that were the most organized stack she found the desk.

The Time Machine, by HG Wells

Myka's eyes widened. It was a manuscript. The manuscript. Almost perfect condition. How was this possible? She flipped open the first page and found notes and scribbled on the side. Cursive handwriting that came from her beloved author. She smiled like she hadn't in years. This was the first wonder she found since the warehouse. All the words that captivated her and kept her safe throughout her life were in this manuscript. The soul of the author she had loved dearly was written in the corners and margins of each page.

A small rattling sounded at the doorway and Myka whipped her head to see who it was. Helena.

The English woman was holding a cage in one hand with Myka's ferret in one hand and a stack of books under her other arm while trying to carry her briefcase. "Oh! Agent Bering, I would apologize for the intrusion but I do believe that this is my room," she said as she struggled keeping the books under her arm.

Myka quickly rushed to the woman's side and grabbed the books out from under her arms. "I am so sorry to intrude, it's just the door was open," she apologized allowing Helena to walk into her room.

"It's quite alright, it's nice having someone else live here now," Helena said as she placed the cage carefully on the ground near her bed and her briefcase on the desk chair. "Thank you," she said as she grabbed the books from Myka's hands. Her fingers grazed Myka's softly as she pulled away causing the agent to blush.

Myka stared at the woman as she took off the vest that Myka swore Artie said was to go into inventory. Helena unbuttons her trousers and began working on her blouse. Myka's jaw dropped as the woman was undressing as if she wasn't there, revealing more of her pale skin that almost looked like shining porcelain. At some point, Myka thought that if she reached out to touch the other woman, she would crack. By the time Myka cleared her throat, the shirt was full unbuttoned revealing Helena's body to her. It was as if it was sculpted to replicate the goddess Aphrodite herself, perfectly round breast rolling down to toned abs that cascaded into a V at her hips. Myka averted her eyes elsewhere as they reached the top of the other woman's undergarments. Was that lace? Myka! Pull it together.

"I am so sorry, Agent Bering, please excuse my manners," Helena said as she buttoned one button to make herself decent. "It's been quite a long day as you can see."

"It's okay!" Myka exclaimed before her eyes widened. The next set of words that came were vomited out quickly. She could feel the heat spread across her body as she responded hastily. "I mean, not that I saw much-I mean, not that there isn't anything to see-I mean, there are and it's beautiful, but I didn't mean to-I mean, you-ah-it's your room-I am just going to go!" Before Myka realized it the other woman was standing impossibly close to her that she could feel her breath roll down her neck. Her whole body seized.

"Am I making you nervous, darling?" Helena asked with a smirk. Her accent throwing Myka into a whirlwind as she gently trailed the taller woman's arm with her fingers delicately, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"No!" Myka responded, completely flustered by the situation. "I shouldn't be here, I am so sorry for intruding on your space." She turned towards the door when she felt a hand fall into hers again.

"Come. Sit."

Two words.

That's all it took and Myka turned around. Helena led her to her bed and they both sat down. Helena carefully maneuvered herself so that she wouldn't kick the cage that was at her feet.

"Are you okay?" the English woman asked. For the first time since Myka has been there, it was the only honest to god sincere question she had heard.

Myka couldn't tell what effect this woman had but all the pain and struggle she had endured over the past few years surrounding her family, friends, jobs, Sam, suddenly ceased to exist. Before she knew it, "I mean, it could be a whole lot better. I've been transferred from my dream job to some 'endless wonder' trip that probably isn't sanctioned by the government and could quite possibly be the furthest thing from 'endless wonder.' I mean the town is practically running from the stone age and the population probably hasn't been introduced to wifi."

The other woman merely smiled before moving Myka's hand onto her lap and clasping it like it was a precious treasure. "My dear, it may not seem like the most incredible thing to be transferred into this place, but I can guarantee you that it will be more than you imagined," she promised heavily. "You are full of skepticism and doubt, why? Because you haven't seen the world fully yet. There are wonders in all of time and space. Everything that ever was and will be. You just have to ask yourself: where do you wanna start first?"

And she smiled. The brightest smile that Myka has ever seen. The happiest and full of all the wonder that Artie, Mrs. Fredric, kept going on about. Myka felt her heart swell just staring at this woman, Helena, whom she barely knew and it made her feel...happy. Everything that had led her to the warehouse was confusing and scary. Something she had never encountered and lost.

That's what it was: lost. Confused. How did she even get here? What did it all mean? What was she supposed to do? All of the questions felt unseemingly answered by Helena. Her eyes, the dark brown eyes, seemed to hold all the answers that Myka had about now. More importantly, she felt like she belonged there, in those dark brown eyes, as they brought her swirling into an infinity of darkness. A darkness that was full of hope.

Much more quickly than Myka could process it, her lips sought Helena's, hoping to grab hold of that wonder and adventure. The English woman responded instantly, cupping Myka's cheek and throwing Myka's hand around her waist. Something about Helena attracted her like a magnet. North finding south. Myka pressed towards the woman, clutching the blouse tightly in her hands as they kissed. She pressed harder as Helena pulled in closer, their lips dancing a foreign dance, felt so natural that it surprised Myka. "Aces," she heard Helena whisper against her lips.

If she was going to turn her back on this world of endless wonder, she couldn't turn her back without doing this. Helena let out a slightly moan that caused Myka to work against her better judgment. She wasn't this girl-this girl, who made out with the first person she's met for a few hours-but with Helena, it's as if Myka had known her forever. Helena fell back into the mattress and suddenly, Myka swung her leg over the other woman's waist and straddled her quickly to make contacts of their lips again. She wanted more from Helena, something she never expected to want, something she didn't know she could still want.

Her mind seemed to be working much slower than her body, Myka came to realize as she was suddenly faced with the ceiling, a weight pressing between her legs. Helena's lips still against hers. Her tongue slowly tasted Myka's bottom lip, begging for entrance. At the slight cant of the other woman's hips, Myka's mouth fell open, tongue entering and Myka's responding quickly to taste. She couldn't tell who was moaning anymore. All she could feel was Helena's hips slowly grind against her core causing her body to shiver. Her hands clutching the back of Helena's dark blue blouse, pulling her closer against her body. The warmth making her feel...

Myka threw her head back in pleasure as her hips rose against Helena's. She could feel herself get embarrassingly wet. The last time she felt so intense was with Sam. Those thoughts were quickly shoved to the back of her mind. The dark haired woman's lips were pressed against her neck, tongue peeking out to taste, before teeth grazing to quench the hunger. Myka felt her whole body shiver before imploding as Helena sucked hard. She let out a ragged breath, they were just kissing and Myka could feel her whole body become weak.

Helena traced her tongue up Myka's neck before nibbling softly at her earlobe. "Myka, I suggest we stop before I can't hold myself back any further," Helena whispered as her tongue continued to lap the skin beneath her earlobe. Myka shut her eyes and tightened her grip on Helena's shirt.

Her senses were slowly coming back to her. Her whole body shook, out of embarrassment, fear, and worst of all, pleasure. Myka shot her eyes open and moved to sit up. Helena rolled off of her quickly and turned to look at the mirror placed on her nightstand, while Myka fixed her shirt and hair.

"I don't know what brought that on," Myka claimed quickly as she stood up too quickly, her vision becoming cloudy. She hugged herself in hopes of grounding herself. Unsure of what to do next, she stood there. "I-I'v-'ve never done that before with a-"

"A woman?" Helena asked with a smirk. That smirk was getting to Myka really quickly. The brunette couldn't decide whether or not she was annoyed or turned on by it.

"Anyone. I am not that kind of girl." Myka hugged herself even tighter. Helena bent down and quickly took off her boots. Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

The dark haired woman laughed softly before throwing herself back onto the bed and moved to the far side. "I was getting comfortable," she answered before patting the space next to her. "Please join me. I promise, whatever we did just now, won't happen again. Let's sit down and have an adult conversation about what just happened, and if you choose to ignore it, we can, and proceed to talk about any questions you may have about the warehouse-" Myka visibly shifted uncomfortably "-or about myself?" Helena patted the spot next to her again.

Myka couldn't do this tonight. She couldn't have a conversation with the woman she was on the verge of sleeping with. But there was something tethered Myka to that woman. Helena was the buoy that Myka couldn't let go of. She wanted to have to the strength to turn around and walk away. If she did that, she knew she would feel more alone that she could have ever felt in a lifetime.

Instead, she turned around and remembered the sole person that had ever made her feel safe in the constructs of words. A whole world, universe, that was safe within words. Myka picked up the manuscript she had seen earlier. Without a word, Myka handed it to Helena and Helena looked up at her curiously.

Nevertheless, the English woman smiled, completely understanding what Myka needed, and patted the space next to her again. She read aloud softly, "The Time Machine, by HG Wells," she turned the page. Myka sat down next to her before laying down, her eyes focused solely on the manuscript. Helena continued reading, "The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us...," and paused a few pages in as she felt Myka press into her side, seeking comfort and safety. Finding it inconvenient, Helena put the manuscript down. Myka opened her mouth to protest, but Helena simply said, "I've remembered those words ages ago. Come here." Helena sunk into the pillows and slithered her right arm under the crook of Myka's neck before pulling her to rest on her chest. Myka froze at the intimate position they were in, but Helena was forward, she placed Myka's hand on her waist and her own found Myka's as if they had been doing that for years. "Are you comfortable, darling?" she asked affectionately, Myka instinctively nodded and relaxed. Helena continued, "...because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.'"

Myka felt her eyes become heavy as Helena recited the words of HG Wells to her. If she hadn't felt so exhausted, she would've admit to Helena that she too remembered every single word of the book already. For now, she only imagined that if she ever had the chance to meet her idol, he would be someone like Helena. Someone that made her feel comforted and safe. That tomorrow was going to be another day worth fighting for.

When Myka woke up the next morning, there was a cold space next to her and it seemed like it had been empty for awhile. Helena was nowhere in sight and the agent felt her heart drop.

She steeled herself and turned over to check for the time. She needed to be up in an hour anyways. Throwing the blanket off of herself, she got off the bed and decided it was best to go back into her room in case she ran into Pete.

Once she opened the door, she came face to face with Leena, who looked as shocked as she had felt.

"Leena!"

"Agent Bering, this is a surprise," Leena responded with her eyes wide. She stared at Myka for a few moments before blushing. She peered into the room. "I was just looking for Helena to let her know her tea was ready. I am sorry if I interrupted anything."

"No! No!" Myka protested quickly before rattling off a lie, "I was just curious as all, was on my way to the bathroom when I saw the door was open. Thought I would stop by but nope, no one's here. Just me!" She tried her best to maneuver herself out of the doorway towards her room. "I am just going to back to my room..." She scampered off quickly before Leena could get another word in.

Myka practically ran into her room and shut the door silently. She took a breath and turned around. "Helena!"

Helena stood in her room holding the ferret that Myka had inadvertently acquired as a result of her wish. The English woman had looked like she slept comfortably and cleaned up very nicely with a new set of clothes to tackle the day. She had been wearing her long black boots once more against a tan pair of trousers. A white blouse was tucked loosely into her trousers today along with an unbuttoned black vest that emphasized her chest. Helena smiled and moved to cradle the ferret in her arms. She walked towards Myka slowly to show that the small creature had fallen asleep.

"Pete really seems to like you," Helena whispered as she softly pet the ferret in her arms. "She thinks you'll grow to like her as well." She smiled at Myka like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Did you say Pete?" Myka felt her heart stop. If Pete was here that means that he saw Helena and not her in her bedroom. "Did he say anything? Did you tell him where I was?"

Helena looked at her in confusion before realizing what she had said to Myka. She laughed before gesturing to the ferret. "Her name is Pete and she wants you to respect her decisions."

"What?" Myka slowly picked the ferret up out of Helena's arms before looking around for the cage. "Did you name my ferret?"

"No."

"Then why are you calling it, Pete?"

"I speak the language of the animals," Helena said as she placed her hands on her hips. She watched as Myka moved to put the cage on her desk and carefully deposited Pete the ferret into it.

"Are you serious?" the agent asked.

"Yes, I am! I do!" Helena was indignant in her answer but it made Myka go with it. It wasn't like she should be surprised to hear of strange things again. Both of them laughed quietly to themselves. "You, Agent Bering, will believe me soon enough."

"I think I will," Myka said in spite of herself. She smiled to nothing in particular, just not wanting to stare into those dark brown orbs and losing herself again.

"Well, Agent Bering," Helena suddenly bursted with joyous energy once more. "I hope that you have a lovely morning. I do believe that Arthur will be on his way here with a case for you. I will be off and if you decide that you won't be staying, I hope that is a decision that makes you happy."

Myka stared as Helena strode across the room to the door. "Helena?" The other woman turned around and for a brief moment that Myka saw: her eyes were so happy, yet so sad at the same time, they seemed to have carried a weight that only Myka was allowed to see. What more could she say? At this point, Myka settled for, "Thank you," and Helena smiled brightly once more before exiting her room.