A/N: hey guys. Wow. I honestly didn't expect too many readers. Thanks for reading. And the stuff Myka says; that's all Elizabethan and whatnot is from A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 3 Scene 2. Enjoy.

"Are you telling me you're looking for a PANSY?" Artie seemed flabbergasted at the idea.

"Yes, in A Midsummer Night's Dream a pansy accidentally shot by Cupid has the power to make people fall head over heels in lo-"

"Yes, yes I'm well aware of the story, Wells. So you think someone could be running around with this flower that can make anyone fall in love with anyone upon sight?"

"Yes." Bering and Wells said exasperatedly. "The only question is, what are we supposed to do about it?"

"Hmmm. Just find it and I'll find out if there is something to do other than neutralize it." He hung up, but they heard Claudia's rushed "Wait, Artie-" They looked at each other and simply shrugged. Then they counted down the seconds until Claudia called them.
3, 2, 1... "Hello, Claudia." "Hey Claude."

"Hey, you two. I just- wait, are you in town?"

"Yeah, we're in the car-"

"Oh. I was hoping you weren't in the hotel too much... Anyway, I just wanted to say, be careful out there... or don't, we want you coming back and possibly married, so don't be too careful." She winked at them. Myka rolled her eyes and Helena was thrust into deeper thoughts. If the opportunity presented itself, would I let her stay under its effects? If I could make her fall as deeply in love with me as I am with her, would I? And the answer was no, of course not. Right?

It wouldn't be the right thing to do and H.G. Wells was all about good deeds now. She came out of the Bronze Sector a changed woman. And that's when she noticed the silence. And intense green eyes staring. "I'm sorry... I'm all caught up in the case and I wasn't paying attention..."
Claudia did her best to cover up her snicker ("hahahaerm-ack-ack. I've um, ahem, I've got a really bad-heh-bad cough erhmmm. Excuse me...") while Myka turned to her, concerned.

"Helena- Helena are you alright?"

"Darling I'm fine."

She almost laughed. She could see right through H.G. and that façade she always put up.

"Helena. I know you. Too well. And I know-"

"Cough, cough said the uncomfortable teenager who sees this undeniable lo-" Myka slammed the Farnsworth shut on Claudia's smug face before she had a chance to finish.

She continued. "And I know something has been up with you. Sweetie, please tell me."

"Myka, I assure you, there's nothin-"

"Helena Georgina Wells. You've been spacing out since we've gotten this case and- Just, you know you can say anything to me, right? I mean, it's not like we haven't shared details with each other..."

All she said in return was, "We should really find the artifact." And Myka knew she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Fine. So. The first couple married was..." she opened her email and the attachments Claudia sent her.

"They wouldn't be the first married," Helena blurted out as Myka gave her a questioning look.

"And why not?"

"Because only the madly affected couples got married so quickly. And the person would have a guilty conscience."

"A guilty conscience?"

"Yes. A sort of 'I can't take advantage of you like this' type. At least I hope so."

"You hope?"

"Myka. We'd be looking through hundreds of people. Let's find the ones left out. It's a much quicker process of elimination. Look, if it doesn't work, we can do it your way. Alright, darling?" She looked intently at Myka, hand on her shoulder, to show her she meant it. Really meant it.

That was the last moment. Before everything changed.

They had been sitting in the car, doors open (it was still really inappropriately hot and the air conditioning refused to work). Helena had been concentrating on the way green eyes stared into her own black ones and Myka had been concentrated on the way dark eyes stared deliberately into her own light ones.

Then a burst of liquid or some sort of watery substance came over Helena's shoulder, hitting Myka directly in the eyes.

"Oh- ow, ow, ow, H.G.! My-my eyes… I can't see…" it was true. She couldn't. But there was something else, a tingling, it started in her eyes and stemmed to the points where Helena's finger now touched her face, oh so very gently. Was that always there? Right about now it sure seemed like it.

"Myka are you-?"

She rubbed her eyes-"I'm fine, just-"and opened them.

I never… never realized just how beautiful Helena is. Okay that was a lie, I have. But now, I want to do something about it. I love her. I always have.

"Helena."

"Yes darling? Is there something you need? Just say the word and-"

"Oh Helena, to what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. Oh how ripe in show thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! Oh, let me kiss this princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!"

Oh no. that was- "The flower. Myka are you okay?"

She smiled up at her, "I am now."

"Alright. Good." She could just make out the back of who she assumed to be the one who caused all this. He was, after all, the only one running. "Stay here, darling." H.G. scrambled out of the car and after the guy with everything she had.

"Helena! My love! Wait!" Myka took off after the British agent, who was already too far to hear her plea.

Said Agent ran hotly on the man's heels, dodging newsstands and whatever else he could throw down to block her path. Her pursuit wasn't pointless as she soon caught up to him, slamming into his back at his abrupt stop at a crosswalk. They slammed onto the floor past the car that slammed on its brakes as Myka slammed into Helena's back, breathless. There was a lot of slamming going on.

"Helena-"she panted after sprinting- "my love you forgot your Tesla." They were all sprawled on the asphalt, the car had driven away and around them, and no one had so much as a scratch. Well, save the guy H.G. practically tackled. She stood up, grabbing his arm, intending to take the flower when Myka rushed to her side, smothering her with questions and checking to see if she had been hurt.

"Myka. Calm down. Job to do." She saw how her eyes dimmed slightly. So she amended her statement. "After we're done, I promise you can make sure I'm okay. Wait, are you alright?" Myka nodded her head and chastely kissed Helena on the cheek before saying,

"Go get 'em, tiger."

Helena, not understanding the reference, nodded and turned back to the man. "I'm going to have to take that from you, I'm afraid." She slowly reached for the potent flower, much to his confusion. "Don't worry. As you can see I only want the flower. It's not my job to arrest you. Although this is probably one of the less dangerous artifacts I've collected…" She trailed off as she realized all their baggies were back at the hotel.

Bollocks. Why did Myka have to be so distracting?

She glanced at the woman next to her, eyes gazing and mind definitely not in the right place.

She can't help it, Helena decides.

Helena was the one to call Artie. As much as he distrusted her, she was the only agent in her right mind.

"Myka did you bag the- oh. Hello H.G. What happened to Myka?"

H.G. now, is it? Well.

"She's- she's a bit-" Myka wrapped her arms around the shorter agent, kissing her abruptly on the lips and effectively cutting off her sentence.

"Whoa, Myka, H.G... When did that ah, happen? Oh... It was the flowe-"

Myka briefly detached herself and spoke loudly into the Farnsworth. "Artie! Artie. Artie, have I ever told you how much I LOVE this woman? I love her so, so much. She's perfect. And look at that face. And god that accent. I LOVE her. She's brilliant."

"Oh stop it darling. I'm not brilliant."

"Yes you are. Why would you say that? You're BRILLIANT."

"Ahem." They looked at him expectantly. "H.G." She cringed, waiting for the lecture she knew was coming. He opened his mouth then closed it then opened it again. "Have you neutralized the artifact?"
She nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Then she realized he wanted an answer. She chose her words carefully.

"Mmm it seems that in all the rush this morning, we may have left our neutralizing bags in the hotel..."

"You WHAT?"

"Ah, we were in a bit of a rush this morning and I kind of forgot-"

"You. FORGOT?"

"Artie, I'm sorry. We're on our way if that helps. We'll call you when we neutralize it."

"Fine."