*peeks out from bomb shelter* Oh, hai! I uhm, yeah, thought I would add this. *returns to safe haven* *muffled* ENJOY! (Oh and thanks to burningdownalibrary for the beta!)

Myka woke up to a hand stroking softly through her hair. She stirred softly, her eyes fluttering open as she turned to look at Helena. "Is, is this heaven?" She asked wearily, her voice little more than a whisper.

Helena smiled gently, her hand continuing to run through Myka's curly hair. "No, darling. This is Univille." Myka propped herself up slightly and looked around her, her eyes adjusting to fluorescent lights as she took in the hospital room.

"We're still in the hospital?" Myka asked. Sat up fully in the bed beside Helena. "But the meds?" She reached for her hand, there had been a syringe there, only moments ago, she swore. "Was it a dream?"

"No," Helena shook her head. "Dr. Calder came in a few moments ago to remove the pumps." Helena took one of Myka's hands in her own and traced the bones in her love's hand. "Darling?" She asked, bringing the hand to her lips and placing a soft kiss there. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Myka answered absently. "Wait!" She exclaimed. "You're—You're moving." She realized Helena had been touching her. "You're okay!"

"Yes, but how are you?" The brit insisted softly. "Are you…okay?"

Myka inhaled deeply and ran through a mental checklist of her body and pain. Headache? Gone.. Bone pain? Gone. Abdominal swelling and discomfort? Gone. Dizziness? Gone. Lungs? Working to capacity. "Shit," Myka sighed happily. "I feel fine." She returned Helena's smile. "I think…Is it—Am I healthy?"

Helena nodded, her grin broadening. "Yes."

"But, how?" Myka asked. "I'm not complaining. But, how?"

Helena leaned into Myka's ear. "Artifact." Her chocolate eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You're sure that you are feeling okay?"

"Yes!" Myka leapt from the bed and stretched her arms over her head. "I haven't felt this good in months." Her eyes widened. "What about your legs?" She stripped the sheets back from Helena's body and watched as she wiggled her toes excitedly.

"Everything's back in working order." She swung her legs off the bed and tested them, putting her weight on them a little at a time. She nodded once entirely on her feet. "Perfect."

Myka pulled her girlfriend into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. "You're really gonna be okay."

"We're really going to be okay, love." Helena whispered. "We should sit back down though. Dr. Calder said—"

"Wait, this was her." Myka gasped. "She did this?"

HG nodded. "She said they were Timothy E. Quill's syringes, apparently he was—"

"A supporter of the 'Dying with Dignity' movement." Myka finished in awe.

"Yes, I'd never heard of it, but apparently it had to do with assisted suicide and its place in medical practice," Helena explained. "I'm not sure why it saved us, I mean, I'd imagine that sort of thing would…"

Vanessa cleared her throat from the door. "He worked with a young couple early in his career, they were both terminally ill, but kept alive through the pain by their families. That's why he became a member of the euthanasia movement." The doctor explained, entering the room and closing the door tightly behind her. "He had wished that, because they loved each other so much and so truly, that their love would save them. He gave them both lethal injections of potassium chloride, but, as he had wished, they we're healed."

"So the syringes became artifact?" Myka asked.

"Very powerful ones, only to be used as a set." She smiled at the two women. "They only work if the people they are used on are truly in love."

Myka and Helena exchanges embarrassed grins. Then Helena, without removing her eyes from Myka, asked softly "What's the downside?"

The doctor sighed.

"All artifacts have a downside, right?" Myka locked her stare on Vanessa. "What's the downside?"

The warehouse doctor took a seat and clasped her hands in her lap. "Of course, if you were not in love, you both would have died. But," She smiled a nervous and sad smile. "If you ever fall out of love with each other, you will both die. Instantly."

Helena placed her hand on Myka's cheek and pulled her back to her. She placed a gently kiss on Myka's lips. "I wouldn't want to live without you anyway."

Myka gave her love a small smile and returned the kiss, equally softly. "Niether would I." She sighed briefly before turning back to Vanessa. "What if one of us dies?"

"The other will too." The doctor nodded. "I would—I should have told you before I allowed you to self-administer it, but I wasn't certain it would work and I didn't want to put pressure on you two, especially if, well…That doesn't matter now, does it?"

Both women shook their heads. "Could you give us a minute, before you send anyone in?" Helena asked.

"Of course." Vanessa nodded and let herself out.

Helena kissed Myka again, this time harder, hungrier. "I love you."

"I know." Myka smirked. "And I will always love you."

Helena smiled back as well. "Probably won't hurt to ask Abigail for marriage counseling; if we're going to be stuck together for a while."

"We're not married." Myka corrected with a laugh.

"Ah," Helena beamed. "I guess I should fix that." She slipped off the bed and knelt on one knee. "Myka Ophelia Bering, will you—"

"Yes." The agent interrupted. "Of course."

"Will you let me finish my question?" Helena teased. Then she raised her chocolate eyes to meet Myka's tear-filled green ones. "Yes?"

"Yes." Myka confirmed. "A million times, yes."

Helena sighed contentedly and stood to place a kiss on Myka's lips. "Good. We shall go ring shopping immediately. That is the custom, is it not?"

"It is." Myka replied. "Although perhaps we should get you dressed first. I'll send Claudia to the inn for a change of clothes."

Helena nodded. "This gown is a bit drafty."

You thought they were dead? Oops, sorry. I guess the chapter with them dying would have been misleading.

PLEASE REVIEW. I have a few hundred more words up my sleeve for this, but only time will tell. So, it's not over yet.