I might have been listening to 'Need You Now' by Lady Antebellum whilst writing this...maybe.

"Well, look, at least we know where she is, and I mean, she's HG Wells, like you said Mykes, if she wanted to hurt someone, they'd be lying in a pool of their own blood before they knew what was going on." Pete was saying while stuffing his face.

Myka twirled the fork in her hand and mumbled agreeably. She knew Helena would be fine, that she could take care of herself. That wasn't what she was worried about. She was worried about Helena just not coming back.

The phone rang and Myka was across the room with it in her hand before anyone else had moved.

"Helena?"

"Hello Myka."

"Oh thank god, are you alright? Are you coming home? I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, I meant-"

"Is Claudia there?" Myka stopped and her face fell. She bit her bottom lip hard as she felt it tremble.

"Yeah, hang on a sec." She motioned to Claudia and handed her the phone.

"Hey, HG?" Claudia took the phone and mouthed 'sorry' at Myka before Myka turned and walked slowly up the stairs. Helena didn't even want to talk to her. This was really, really bad.

Claudia knocked her bedroom door a few minutes later, she didn't bother to wait for an invitation, she just slipped inside closing the door behind her.

Myka looked up at her. She was lying crossways on her bed, the tear tracks were still marked on her face.

"She said...um, do you wanna know what she said?" Claudia asked. She didn't want to make Myka talk if she didn't want to. God knows she hated it when people – Artie, Pete, Myka, Leena, Mrs. Frederic – did that to her.

"Tell me."

"She said she's not coming back tonight. That she's okay. Well, safe at least. She's sorry she didn't take her phone, she didn't mean for anyone to worry or make a fuss." At that Myka laughed, she could hear her saying it in her head

"Did she say when she'd be back?" Myka asked sitting up properly

"No." Claudia said, "But she said not to worry about her and...She asked me to keep an eye on you. That's a good sign right?"

Myka gave a weak laugh and nodded. Claudia smiled at her and left the room, Myka lay back down.

It was late. Helena knew it was late, she could barely see anything out of the motel window, even with the glow from the streetlamps in the car park. She was sitting in the chair fiddling with the paper in her hand. The message that Myka had left. Helena knew she was sorry, she also knew that Myka had probably not meant that she didn't want her, but...there was a part of her that still held insecurities about Myka's trust in her. She hated allowing that part of her any attention at all, but tonight it was right at the forefront of her mind.

She had picked up and put down the phone several times. She knew Myka's cell phone number off by heart, she could dial and Myka would answer, and they could talk and she could go home and fall asleep wrapped up in the woman she loved.

She loved Myka. She loved Myka and she didn't care who else knew. Myka though, Myka seemed to be a little more hesitant towards their relationship being out in the open. Helena suspected that Claudia knew, and that Pete even had an inkling that it wasn't merely a 'close friendship'. She would happily incur Artie's wrath if it meant being able to hold Myka while they watched television, and kiss her before one of them left on a mission without having to be hidden away. She read the message again,

Emily lake,

Micha called, she's got her phone with her

Helena wished that she had a pen, so that she could cross out and properly spell 'Myka'

She picked up the phone again and dialled. As it rang she forced herself not to hang up. She needed to hear Myka's voice.

"Helena?" Myka's voice wasn't quite as panicked as it had been the last time she had answered the phone. No, this time she was quieter, relieved, there was no trace of anger in her voice.

"Yes Myka." Myka sighed into the phone and Helena smiled, she could picture the look on Myka's face perfectly. The smile that always graced her face when Helena said her name, and the tired but happy calm that would've settled in her eyes.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry I didn't mean I didn't want you at all and-"

"Myka, breathe." She did as she was told.

"You know that I didn't mean that I don't want you, right?"

"Yes. I...I think I always did, I just over reacted a little."

"I should've thought before I spoke." Myka countered.

"That too." Helena agreed, she wasn't going to completely let Myka off the hook.

"Come home?" Myka asked in a small voice

"I will. But not tonight." Helena heard Myka's sigh on the other end, "Were you asleep?"

"No. I can't."

"Go to sleep, Myka." Helena said softly,

"Talk to me first?"

"Myka I don't want to do this over the telephone,"

"No, not...just talk to me? About anything. I...I feel better when I can hear your voice...safer." Myka's voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke.

Helena's heart melted. No matter how angry or upset she had been with Myka before, all she felt now was love. Her own for Myka, and Myka's for her.

"Alright, how about I read you a bedtime story?" Helena asked, allowing herself a small throwback from when Christina was alive.

"Yes please."

"To begin with there was a woman..."