A/N: I extended chapter 2, lucky you guys huh? I swear the chapters look a lot longer before they make it onto the site! Thanks for all the reviews :D I lurves them. I'll try update regularly but you may have to be patient with me, I'm snowed under with uni work as well boo!

Like déjà vu Myka awoke to yet another knock on the door, this time though it was Pete's familiar fanfare. The second she became conscious she also became aware of another body pressed against hers. As she moved to try to get up she felt Helena stir behind her and snuggle up closer. Myka jumped as she realised her gown had fallen open a little at some time while she slept and Helena's hand was inside it, splayed over her stomach.

"Helena quick wake up, Pete's outside the door", Myka whispered fiercely.

"Let him stay there then", Helena replied, acting sleepier than she really was. She was quite enjoying being in bed with Myka, though she knew Myka was still rather too much in denial to feel the same.

"No, no, no, we need to work out how we explain you being here. You're not exactly the most popular person around here at the moment".

"Ah yes. One little mistake and everyone wants to bronze me…again", the inventor said dryly, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up and get up", Agent Bering retorted, taking HG's hand out of her outfit as she tugged at the cuffs to try and pull the other woman up out of bed with her. This ended up being a fraction more difficult than she anticipated and they both fell off the bed onto the floor with a thump.

While this exchange had been going on Pete had been growing very impatient. The noise gave him the perfect excuse in his brain so he flung the door open and barged in. He stopped short at the sight that greeted him. It took him a moment to recognise that the woman on top of Myka on the floor was H.G. Wells. He reached down to yank her off his partner but Myka shouted at him to stop.

"We're handcuffed Pete, that would probably hurt", she told him.

Helena tried to twist around slightly so she could see Pete and Myka gasped involuntarily. Her useless gown had come open completely with the fall. Helena's body was all that prevented her exposure but her clothing caused friction on Myka's bare skin with her movement.

"Whoa, what's going on here? Did somebody activate a twilight zone artefact?" Pete sounded understandably confused.

Myka tried wriggling to cover herself up a bit more but stopped abruptly when she saw Helena bite her lip. "Pete get out so we can get up" she snapped, trying to ignore HG's reaction.

"Yeesh" Pete complained but did as he was told.

"And don't tell anyone until we get downstairs to explain" she called after him.

He waved a hand at her in reply and let the door close behind him. Myka waited for Helena to move off her but she didn't seem in any hurry to do so until Myka coughed pointedly. With a bit of difficulty they both managed to stand up and Myka hastily fastened her treacherous robe. She desperately wanted to get changed but could see no way how to so she compensated and pulled shorts on underneath to counteract the lack of length of her nightwear.

"Let's hope Artie can uncuff us so we can both change our clothes" Myka said as they prepared to go downstairs and face the music.

"Yes lets", the Brit agreed unenthusiastically as they left the bedroom and descended the stairs.