"Homesick."

(A Bering / Wells Fanfic)

Genre: Drama / Romance

Written by:givemebackmyteslagun

PART II

Meanwhile, Pete was currently taking a snooze within the confinements of a private jet plane. He was on his way to find the other half of the artifact. He didn't think the flight would take so many hours until arrival, so he thought it would be a good idea to hit the hay.
"Pete," said a low voice. "PETE!" Claudia Donovan had done it again. "What, what?!" He repeatedly blinked. "Party on Garth!"

Pete massaged his eyes, and lifted his eyebrows until he was wide awake. He really wished he wasn't though. Apparently, he had forgotten that they had their own petite cinema screen showing the "Wayne's World" movie. When realizing this, Pete got super excited. Excited, like, kid-in-a-toy-store-in-christmas-eve kind of excited. "Oh man, this movie is awesome!" exclaimed Pete as he did the devil's horns sign to Claudia as a gesture of approval. "Are you ready to rock the Himalalays?" Pete tried very hard to translate what had escaped from Claudia's mouth, but all of his attempts were futile. Claudia, assumed, that by "Himalalays" he'd understand that she actually meant the Himalayas. She was wrong. She was so totally wrong.

"You need to work on your proper nouns there, Wayne." Claudia shrugged it off as usual.
The air hostess served refreshments and a bag of peanuts to each one of them. "Ugh," he said in discontent. "Don't you have something else?"

Claudia was so done with it. "No thanks," she said. The air hostess wasn't amused at all. She was just doing her job. Why can't they just enjoy the goddamn peanuts? That's probably what the air hostess kept thinking. "Man, I'm so hungry, I could eat a double-decker Hamburger right about now."

"What I'd do for some criss-crossed fries." Claudia heard Pete's belly give out a massive roar soon after he exposed his specific food cravings. "Whoa man," she said. "Maintain your friggin' lions inside the cage for me will ya'." Pete laughed his ass off. "It's just that we haven't eaten any real food since we left The Regent's private airport."
Claudia had brought her trusty laptop with her, her headphones, an mp3 player, and her backpack. That's all she needed for the trip."Stop whining Pete."

"I'm sure that once we arrive there will be tons of free grub for us." She gave him a pat on the back. "Hey," he said. "What are you listening to by the way?" He stared at her big headphones
as she took them off for a minute.

"I'm listening to early placebo stuff," she told him. "You know," says Claudia, clearing her throat to sing a line or two. "You don't care about us, oh oh." Pete performed his signature air-guitar moves wishing for an encore, while Claudia accompanied him with her not to shabby air-drumming skills.

"Pete," she asked. "Do you think we'll be able to find the other half of the artifact?" With that
question, Pete's live concert was rudely interrupted. "You totally killed our rockin' vibe," he said. His mood changed as quick as a finger flicks a switch from on to off. Pete had a bad hunch about it. He wasn't too sure if they'd be able to find it. They had no starting points at their disposal, plus, it was the Himalayas. Where does one even begin in such a majestic place?
"Seriously though," she continued. "I'm really worried man."

Claudia wanted to tell Pete that at least they didn't have to be preoccupied as much since Helena was taking care of her. "Not a good idea," she thought out loud. "What?" Pete replied. "Nothing." Pete had the biggest crush on Myka, but after they got together things went downhill for him and her.

They couldn't talk about anything because the topics dispersed and drifted far away from their interests. Pete couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if he had told her first instead of Helena declaring her love and taking his spot. "Good thing I brought some comic books," he told her.

"Artie said that the Yeti's horns, when sharpened together, could cause serious homesickness and unrepairable memory loss." She had her laptop on her lap as she scrolled down an article about the abominable snowman.

"Something's not right though," she added. "Someone has to brush them together, and then poke the skin of the victim with one of the horns to make it work."

"It says here in the article that the abominable snowman was a nomad. There's a plot twist to the story though. Pay attention," she said. "One day he found a cave which he called home, but it was too small for him. He tried his best to stay there because he really liked it. One night he fell asleep and when he woke up the next morning, forgetting the size of the cave, he rose and got his horns stuck on the cave's ceiling."

Pete got super interested in the story. "Man," he said. "This is great stuff." Claudia didn't know if that was supposed to be Pete's trademark sarcasm, or Pete being honest. "Well, the thing is, later when he realized that the cave had claimed his horns, with no way to recuperate them, he fell into a serious state of depression. He wandered away from the cave filling up his heart with nothing but sadness, forcing himself to forget about everything.

He ran towards a very cold lake that same day, accidentally slipping into it." Claudia stopped for a moment. She remembered about all those cartoons that depict the abominable snowman frozen inside a large cube of ice. "So that's why he's in there." Once again she expressed her thoughts out loud. Pete referred to it as a "Eureka Moment". "What," he asked. "What happened next?!" Claudia explained to him that the abominable snowman slipped into the lake and was grasped by the coldness of the lake. Then a layer of ice encompassed him until he was trapped within a frozen prison.

"Yeah it kind of makes sense, now that you mention it" he said. "They always tend to show
the abominable snowman trapped in an ice-cube." Only two more hours were left in the clock, before finally arriving to the Himalayan airport. "I'm gonna take another snooze Claud," he told her. "This time, please don't wake me up unless we're already there. Deal?"

"Or no deal," she replied. Pop Culture references for a second time. Deep inside she thought she was hilarious as hell even though some of her acquaintances didn't agree. She placed her headphones back on raising the volume up to thirty levels. Thirty being the limit.

Back at the Bed & Breakfast, Myka was holding hands with Helena. "Do you really not know who I am my love?" Helena wanted to cry, but she had to be strong. She couldn't let Myka see her in that terrible emotional state again. "I'm truly sorry," Myka said. "I wish I did." Helena moved closer towards her. Their hips touched, and it looked like Myka didn't mind. "Um," Myka muttered. Helena's hand stroked her cheeks. "Shhhh," she whispered. There was no doubt about it. Helena was a beautiful woman. For some reason, her shirt was unbuttoned, not intentionally, the buttons popped out because they were a bit small, and could easily slid out of their respective holes.
Helena had sewn them herself, but she wasn't much of a tailor. Myka peaked at her black lace bra feeling aroused by the fact that it was so blatantly displayed.

Helena obviously noticed but didn't wanted to make her feel awkward about it. "I can see your," Myka said. "Does it bother you?" Helena inquired, getting closer, and closer for she didn't sensed Myka's rejection. Myka felt she had to unbutton the rest of her outfit.
What in the world am I doing?!. She removed her clothes until she could see her breasts carried by her cute bra. Then she went all the way down to take her pants off, discovering that she was wearing an equally cute black thong to match. Helena touched herself to see if she could get a good reception from Myka. It happened instantly.

She gave herself to Helena even though she had no idea who this person was. "Take me," she said to her. "Do it now." Helena quickly undressed her; unzipping her skirt, taking everything else off as well. "It's been awhile since I've last seen you my darlings," she said, fondling with Myka's breasts. She sucked Myka's nipples afterwards, whilst her tongue twirled around them at a snail's pace. With not a moment to lose she grabbed Myka's fingers to insert them into her diamond-bag (that's the nickname Myka had picked for it a long time ago).

Myka slapped Helena's butt-cheeks hard with her other hand until it was red. "Oh yes darling!" she said. "Slap me harder!" Her other hand was busy penetrating Helena. "Do it rougher." Myka could feel a warm kind of substance dripping and coating all over her finger. "Wait," Helena said. "Not yet." She wanted to eat Myka out.
"If you could remember our first time," she told her. "You'd know by now how much you love what I'm about to do." Helena placed her body underneath her, as Myka sat on Helena's mouth.. Helena's lips savoured every inch of Myka's catcher's mitt

Myka couldn't make up her mind. Would she bite her lips some more or keep gasping? "Aaah," muffled Myka. Helena rubbed Myka's breasts hoping for this moment to never reach an end. Knock, knock! They had to stop. Artie was probably at the door. "Is it okay if I barge in?"
Of course it was not okay. They had to act as if it were though.

"I want to learn to love you again," Myka whispered. Holding their bodies as close as they could. Exchanging each others body warmth. "And I'll show you."

"Not yet Artie," Helena told him. "Give us a couple of seconds." Artie said okay, and waited outside.

Myka and Helena looked at each other as they were putting their clothes back on as fast as they were able to. "I bet we could do this again tomorrow," Myka suggested, still trying to catch her breath. "Tomorrow?" Helena added. "Why wait that much?" They both giggled unexpectedly.
Knock, Knock. "Okay, okay." Helena said. "Come on in, Artie." Artie was not looking well. He had
this look in his eyes that said: "Someone did something terrible, but I can't tell you who did it so don't ask me." Even Myka noticed something was off with him. "First off," Helena said. "Bad or Good?"

Artie was carrying one of the Yeti's horns. "Bad, very bad." Helena moved out of the bed to get a
closer look at the artifact. "Did they find the other half already?" She wondered. "No, this is the one WE have, Pete and Claudia are searching for the other one remember?" Helena already knew that, she just wanted her dreams of bringing Myka back to normal come to life. "Oh," she said. "Anyways," said Artie. "Which one do you want first," he said. "The Bad, the very bad, or the not so good?"

"Do I really have to choose?" Artie pulled out a cookie from his pocket and had a bite. He was nervous and wasn't very fond of being the "bad news mailman". "Yeah, but, discard the 'not so good' option because there's only bad and very bad from here on." Myka got out of bed and left the room, almost ignoring their presence in it. She wanted to be alone for a moment.
She wanted time to think. It was night time already and the stars were shining bright. "Is this a curse," she pondered. "Or some kind of blessing in disguise?"