Present

Helena jerked awake again and put a hand to her head. It had been a dream. A weird dream about her daughter and Cataranga both dead. And Warehouse 12, long gone. She probably should have stayed away from the fruitcake, but she didn't remember having fruitcake, or really anything at all before she'd woken up.

She looked over at the shadow of the lamp shade. She was a curious woman. It was why she had joined the Warehouse team. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to meet the 'present' ghost.

She just sat there for a long moment before she reached over and flicked on the switch. Steve Jinks stood there. "HG."

Helena climbed out from under the covers again, "My ghost of Christmas Present?"

"I prefer to think of myself as an apparition of the Current Time who just happens to be appearing on the second most joyous day of the year."

"The Fourth of July?"

Steve shot Helena a look, "You are hilarious HG."

Helena held out a hand, "Fine, fine, let's get this over with then."

Steve waggled a finger, "No trip needed. Where we're going is just outside your door. Mostly. There's a hallway too." He led and after she steeled herself she followed.

They stopped when they got to the Bed and Breakfast's sitting room. It was decked to the nines for Christmas, but the decorations seemed flat, and there was no joy in the room.

Leena was trying though. "Not going home this year, well- I thought I'd bring home to you guys."

Pete looked up, his nose twinging, "Fruitcake? Mmm..."

Pete got a piece, a very large piece, and sat back down. But when Leena offered it to Myka she held a hand up, "No, thank you Leena."

Leena opened and closed her mouth, but it was Pete who spoke through a full mouth. "Why dimpf you go-" he swallowed, "home Mykes?"

Myka stood and went to the window. The wind was blowing fiercely, but there wasn't a flake of snow on the ground. "I just didn't Pete."

"Mykes..."

Myka bit back at her partner, "Don't, just, don't..." and left the room.

Helena turned, but Steve had other ideas, holding onto the former Warehouse agent before she could follow Myka. "Jinks, let me follow her."

Steve shook his head, "She is not the point. Not in the Present."

Helena stared at Myka's retreating back anyway. Pete was done with his fruitcake when she turned back to he and Leena. Helena had never been quite sure where he put it all. And he was talking to Leena about Myka, "It's been, what, two, nearly three months."

Leena interrupted Pete, "Eighty three days." At Pete's look Leena answered his unasked question, "Myka told me."

Pete sighed, "I just don't understand."

Leena shook her head, "No, you wouldn't."

Pete looked quizzically at Leena, "What do you mean? They were friends, and HG saved us from the explosion, but she was just-"

"Think Peter- think back to- to the forest, before all this started."

Peter frowned, "Destroying the Janus Coin?" Leena nodded, "I don't get-"

Leena sighed, "She loved her."

Pete waved a hand, "Oh, I knew that. HG loved Myka and wasn't subtle about it. I knew that. Flirted so much even I could tell she liked Mykes. There was that whole, 'many of my lovers with men, and the pully uppy thing, and the whole, can't live with out you stuff."

"No. Myka loved Helena too."

Pete was silent. "Myka? Why?"

Leena sighed, "There's no why."

"But there was Sam, and she's not gay- and..."

Leena smiled, "You believe that someone can only be one or the other?"

"Uh, I don't, I don't know. Should I know?" Pete trailed off, "I don't know. Myka, a lesbian."

"Or Bisexual, or perhaps an Wells-ian..."

"A Wells-ual?"

Leena tilted her head to the side. "Sometimes we don't know who we'll fall in love with until we do Pete. It's been the plot of more movies than a person can ever see." Leena paused, "Or perhaps you thought it would be you."

"What?" Pete shook his head, "No, no... she's like, Myka's like a sister to me."

"Well, your sister misses the woman she loved and it's Christmas Eve. Everything always hurts worse tonight, tomorrow. Always. So-"

Pete's frown deepened, but he stood, "I should go make sure she's okay." Leena nodded and Pete spoke again, "HG wasn't so bad."

Leena hid a smile, "You liked her then?"

Pete shrugged, "She was blinded by her grief. And when she wasn't trying to destroy the world, or that sort of thing, she was helpful, even sort of funny sometimes. Had a nice smile. Liiikkkeee- wellll..."

Helena rolled her eyes as Pete went towards Myka's room. "How many times do I save his life before he doesn't despise me?" She turned to Steve, "But, this isn't the story. You're not supposed to show me people saying good things about me Jinks."

Steve shook his head, "That is not the point of your story Agent Wells." He whacked Helena on the head and everything went black again.