So a lot of you asked for a continuation, so here you go. I am NOT WRITING ANOTHER CHAPTER. ROAR. Hope you enjoy.
Myka sat, curled up on the couch, with a book in her hand. Every so often she would glance up at Helena, to see how the newest member of the warehouse family was doing. Myka had taken to giving Helena questions about history and sometimes pop culture in order to help assimilate her new friend. Pete and Claudia both called them pop quizzes and would frequently ruin the effectiveness by telling HG the answers. Despite reservations on the rest of the team's part, HG had slowly, but surely wormed her way into each of their hearts. She had charmed Pete by putting up with his jokes and smiling at the right places. It also helped that she actually found him to be funny. Claudia and Helena bonded over a shared interest of invention. After this bit of knowledge was discovered, they both could be found tinkering with computers (after Claudia taught HG how to use them) and other mechanical wonders. Artie, of course, had to remind them, after several incidents, to not use artifacts. As Myka watched Helena bent over the piece of paper she smiled, pleased that the transition was going so well. Even Artie seemed to like Helena after she solved a few cases with her quick thinking. The fact Helena had only been de-bronzed a few months ago was almost irrelevant to how much she was integrated into warehouse life now. Helena scratched her head and turned, a pleading look in her eyes.
"Do I really have to do this? I thought I was done with these," she whined.
Myka laughed and Helena frowned comically. "Helena. I'm just doing it for your benefit. If you really don't think we need to do them I guess I can stop. Though I admit it has been fun playing teacher."
"I never said you had to stop playing teacher," Helena said, the innuendo causing Myka to blush.
"Helena!"
"I'm sorry, darling. I can't help it. You blush so beautifully and I really have been spending too much time with Pete." Helena grinned, pleased at having successfully distracted Myka from the pop quiz.
"That's true. He is a bad influence on you. Who else would have told you to distract me from your education with humor. Now let me see how you've done." Helena frowned again and picked up the piece of paper. She plopped down next to Myka and held it out like it was a contagious disease.
"Here you are. I really must beg you to not subject me to these examinations again. I feel like they are not an accurate measure of my intelligence." Myka smiled at Helena, then scanned the piece of paper. Her eyebrows shot up and she glanced at Helena who was sitting there with a half grin on her face.
"You know that these are all correct, right?" Myka asked, not sure if she should be amused or annoyed.
"Really?" HG said, in a voice full of mock disbelief. Myka rolled her eyes and Helena smiled. But then her eyes fell and her hand went up to the necklace always around her neck. Myka had observed that Helena did this when she got nervous.
"Helena."
"Mm? Yes?"
"I've been meaning to ask you. What is in that locket you always have on you?"
Helena looked down, avoiding Myka's questioning gaze. For the first time since arriving in this century Helena seemed to be hesitant. "It.. Is a picture. Of my daughter. My Christina. Well. She was my daughter."
Myka gasped and her hand flew out to HG's knee, to try and comfort the other woman. "Helena, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"It's alright, darling. I figured this topic would come up sooner or later, though I had wished it would have been later. It was one of the main reasons why I asked to be bronzed. I'm afraid I went a bit mad." Helena looked at Myka, judging her response before she continued. In Myka's eyes she saw nothing but care, so Helena went on. "In fact, sometimes I am afraid that I still am a bit mad. And that this," she said waving her arm to indicate her new life. "is all a dream I've concocted in my shell."
"I don't know what to say. Is there anything I can do to convince you?"
"I don't know, Myka. I wish I did. I want to believe this is real. I really do. I still sometimes feel this urge. An urge that I have to get rid of this place. To destroy it completely to uncover the thing causing my pain. Because I can't get rid of it. I don't want to hurt any of you though. I'm stuck." Myka didn't know what to say. She reached her hand further and grabbed one of Helena's cradling it gently.
"I can't honestly say that I have ever felt like that. I know bad things have happened in the world, and to you," Myka paused, her brow furrowed, trying to say the right words. "And to me," she added as she thought. Helena squeezed Myka's hand, as if that single reassurance could erase the pain, though both knew it couldn't. "It's just, complicated. Really complicated. For all the bad I've seen I've also seen good. I've seen and heard it, along with the bad."
Helena nodded. "I know. I know. I just... I don't know." Myka gave a tentative smile at Helena, who half-heartedly returned it. "I'm sorry. You don't want to hear this."
"No! I do!" Myka said, shaking her head furiously. "I want to know the good and the bad about you. I've been so curious since I first started to read to you. I want to help you, in any way I can."
Helena blushed at the complete honesty. "Thank you, Myka. That means more to me then you can imagine." Myka smiled again and this time Helena grinned right back. Their eyes met and suddenly Helena wasn't the only one blushing. "Actually Myka, there was another thing I meant to ask you, but there hasn't quite been the right moment."
"Oh sure. What's up?"
"I was wondering, what exactly is your sexual orientation?" HG asked bluntly, causing Myka to blush more furiously. "I know that in this day and age it is much more free, but I really cannot tell with you."
"Well... Uh... I always thought I just liked men, but lately I'm not to sure." Myka mumbled, breaking eye contact and looking down at the book still held in one hand. This was certainly not the conversation Myka had been expecting at all. She had tried her hardest to quell the feelings she had had towards HG when she was still encased in bronze, but try as she might, Myka only felt her feelings grow as she began to know the actual woman behind the metal.
"Oh," Helena said, her voice clearly surprised. "Well then." Myka felt Helena move and a cool hand gently lifted Myka's head up. "I certainly hope you won't mind this then," Helena murmured before she brought her lips to Myka's. It had certainly been awhile since Myka had kissed anyone, the last person having been Sam, but even those many kisses from him somehow seemed to dwarf to this one. Helena's lips seemed to fit so perfectly with Myka's and they were so soft. Myka hardly noticed when the book she had been holding dropped to the floor, instead using the free hand to run her fingers through Helena's hair. Not breaking the kiss, Helena pushed forward, forcing Myka backwards.
"MYKA!" called Claudia from the hallway. "Where are you?" Helena jumped off of Myka as the youngest member of the team walked into the library. "HA! I found you! Oh hey, HG."
"Hello, Claudia. Was there something from Myka you needed?" Helena inquired on behalf of Myka, who was still semi-shell shocked.
"I was just coming to see if she wanted to actually eat supper because Leena is almost done. I was going to find you after, HG. Promise." Claudia narrowed her eyes, Myka's lack of response slightly unnerving the girl. "Myka?"
"What?" Myka said, finally snapping back to the situation at hand. "Supper, right, ok. Got it. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Ok then," Claudia said. "I'll see you two in bit then." With that Claudia waltzed out of the room. Myka looked at HG, who turned and gave a grimace. With that both women burst out laughing.
Helena took a deep breath to try and calm down. "That went rather well, didn't it darling? Oh gosh. I nearly had a heart attack when I heard her call your name." Myka laughed harder, her shoulders shaking. Helena frowned. "What is it? This really isn't as funny as you seem to find it!"
"I'm sorry, but, I can't," Myka didn't finish her sentence, her laughter making it too difficult to continue speech.
Helena couldn't help smiling as she watched Myka laugh, the pure joy on her face made the Victorian's heart skip several beats. "Are you quite finished?"
Myka finally caught her breath. "Oh gosh, yes, sorry. It just reminded me so much of one of those shows where the two teenagers making out get caught by one of their parents."
Helena raised her eyebrows, not understanding the humor. "I can't say I understand, but as long as it makes you happy I suppose I can live with it."
"I'll have to show you some examples sometime, HG. Anyways," Myka paused, unsure of exactly how to continue. "About before Claudia came in, I don't know what-"
"Myka, I'm not expecting miracles, but I care for you quite deeply, so please, give some time and think about the possibility," Helena said, interrupting.
"Helena, you should wait for someone to finish their statement before you jump to conclusions," Myka scolded, scooting back towards the other woman. "I really really enjoyed the kiss and though we probably shouldn't do more as supper is almost ready, I would love it if this weekend you and I could go out, like on a date."
"A date?"
"Yeah, you know what that is right?"
"I think so, but it isn't very familiar. Please enlighten me."
"Well it is what two people who are in a relationship do," Myka said, her embarrassment trumped by her love of explaining terminology to HG. "The two people go out somewhere that both would enjoy, or something new, and pretty much just spend time together to get to know each other better. A classic date is usually going to dinner and then to a movie."
"That sounds extremely nice. I would absolutely love to go on a date with you. I shall have to get used to courting in modern times and what better way to learn then with you."
Myka smiled and grabbed Helena's hand, pulling both of the up off the couch. "I'll make the arrangements. Now let's go to supper, alright?" Myka tugged Helena towards the door.
"Righty-ho then. Ah, first things first." Helena stopped walking and pulled Myka towards her and reached up to give the American another kiss, their noses bumping slightly as Helena had slightly misjudged the hight difference. Myka smiled into the kiss, but pulled away.
"If you keep doing that we'll never get down to supper."
"Oh yes, let's skip that."
"And have Claudia interrupt us again? Somehow I doing think she would be able to stomach walking in on us and finding us," Myka paused and grinned at Helena. "In the middle of something." Helena gulped at the implication. Myka laughed and walked through the door, dragging Helena along. "Welcome to the 21st century, HG."