CHAPTER TWO
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Sometimes Helena wished she had never done all those things that landed her in the bronze sector. Then she would never have found herself displaced in time, in a new world, with new people but the same old quest to destroy the world. But standing there in the wake of Myka's confession Helena knew she would do it all over again in a heartbeat just so she could end up here, with that woman. But Helena saw something new in the young woman's eyes as she stood up and left the diner, the wind sweeping her dark curls. Helena saw a haunted a look that had stolen away the spark that usually lit them up. And she knew she had to go to Denver.
Standing out in front of the cozy bookstore Helena felt like she was returning home. Myka, she realized, had become a home of sorts. The jingling of the bell at the door, the warm inventing smell of books and the lone figure standing at the other end of the shop only made her want to throw her things down, grab the other woman and never let go. She smiled as the realization took her unaware, she needed Myka more then she needed the air in her lungs. She had just been running away more from herself than anything else when she became Emily Lake.
Helena paused waiting for the other woman to notice her.
Myka didn't want to turn around lest it be a dream that would crumble if she did. She didn't want to turn around and be wrong. But then familiar warm scent of the Victorian woman and the feeling that always sent a chill down Myka's spine forced her to turn.
And there she was. Smiling and all. That smile that could always make everything inside Myka turn to mush. The smile that always forced her to forgive the charming woman's unspeakable acts. She came.
"You came" were Myka's first words. And as she choked on tears she felt a foreign force take over and pull her toward the raven haired woman.
"Did you doubt it for a second?" the calm, cool, entirely too confident tone of her voice made Myka's insides melt away.
Myka bit her lip. She was crying. She didn't want to cry.
The edges of Helena's mouth rose ever so slightly as she whispered "Darling, you have an unnerving sort of control over me. Myka, I am wholly and irrevocably in love with you and nothing in this world could change that. Unknowingly I crossed through the very barriers of time and space to find you. I'm not losing you to this silly disease. I will save you"
There was a tone of finally to her words. As if the fact that she had set her mind to it would make the impossible possible, after all they had seen too much of the impossible for the word to carry any weight anymore.
"I love you, Myka" she brushed her hand against Myka's cool cheek, "I love you soo much I don't know what to do with it"
Myka stared at her torn between relief, joy and a certain sadness, "Why did you never say so?"
"Because darling, like I said once we're destined to meet at gun point. When you pulled that gun in my hand to your forehead I couldn't breathe for a moment because I was afraid if I did I would pull that trigger by mistake. Every time we meet somehow you end up at the other end on my gun and that love, hurts me more than it does you"
Myka shook her head and laughed wryly, "Then stop trying to kill us all dammit!"
Helena bowed her head slightly and Myka suddenly felt comfortable and complete. There she was, her Helena. The woman she had tried to unlove and failed so miserably. She was glad for the latter.
Helena smiled and Myka felt her breath hitch for a second because she couldn't believe that that beautiful, ethereal woman was there. Right in front of her. Her H.G. Wells, the author, the inventor, the time traveler, the twisted psychopath who tried to destroy the world, the woman she loved so much she couldn't think straight.
Myka Ophelia Bering in her pathetic, fading state felt complete. She wanted to laugh out at the irony.