My Own Darkest Villain
WRITTEN BY: WHAT SUBTEXT?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTORS ALL RIGHTS TO WAREHOUSE 13 CREATORS
PAIRING: MYKA/HG WELLS FEMSLASH ROMANCE
RAITING: MATURE
STORY: FROM TIME WILL TELL THEN GOES OFF ON ITS OWN PATH,
Chapter replaced as there were many errors in original. Thanks given to Aynot for proofing.
BOTTLED UP
Myka instinctively took a protective stance in front of Helena, one steady finger slipped across the trigger of her gun. She fired several deafening rounds at the oncoming car. As chivalrous as this performance was Helena was no damsel in distress. She removed a sturdy looking tool from her jacket took aim firing heroically at the walkway above. Choosing to play the part of the hero not the villain came easier than Helena thought. She held onto Myka taking her up out of harm's way.
Helena marveled at her own genius. The grappling hook that had saved both their lives was her own invention. She beamed proudly and looked to Myka for a response or perhaps even gratitude. Helena had always been good in a crisis and had just propelled herself and Myka high in the air. This avoiding the pending doom of the vehicle hurtling toward them, a beastly looking machine Helena thought.
"I do miss the horse and buggy days. Progress in many ways is over rated." said Helena.
Myka looked baffled and was clearly playing catch up. She refused to give Helena the admiration she unashamedly sought. She ridiculed the device for being old fashioned while secretly finding extra reasons to drop to her knees and worship this woman. Helena thought Myka's pride hurt, she saw it her role to save the day. Helena could not fathom why Myka was so closeted. It was transparent what Myka could offer a woman. Myka had obviously climbed to the top of a very male dominated ladder. Helena imaged her standing on their heads and private parts as she ascended. She had actuated her potential as a member of the Secret Service yet failed to do this with her own sexuality. Myka's sexual orientation lay hogtied and gagged screaming to be released. The buttons were there awaiting Helena's touch.
Myka was a pretty girl with many feminine traits but had a boyish quality also. Women of this ilk in her day were coined Toms. Helena chose to appease Myka's needs by dropping the valiant hero stance for the provocative damsel Myka had so wished to save. Helena's eyes roamed over Myka. She mentally undid the buttons on her shirt starting from the bottom only reaching as far as the underside of her breasts. She envisioned separating the shirt like curtains believing she would find highly toned abdominal muscle within its tight confines. She would drag her nails across that skin and play the wanton damsel for a second time if only to please Myka's ego.
Myka followed Helena's dreamy gaze and took some confidence from the fact that she was being checked out. She snapped Helena out of her gaze promptly.
"I suppose it would be faster if we teamed up to find the artifact." Myka confessed.
"And you could keep an eye on me." Helena purred.
Helena's eyes remained transfixed on Myka's mid drift and the coaxing belt buckle that sat expectantly above her crotch.
"The thought had crossed my mind"
This first time flirtation from Myka snapped Helena back into focus and provoked an involuntary rising of her right eyebrow. She had been caught out coveting Myka's athletic form and this had nudged Myka into a brief innuendo. It was a show of youthful arrogance Myka would pay for later.
Myka couldn't believe how coy she had just sounded. She was enjoying the banter with H.G. and had even allowed her eyes to sweep over her, settling on her round heavy breast. The light blue antique shirt dressed them well.
"You coming?" Myka walked away.
Both women soon located Claudia who had news on a bottling factory that may well be a lead.
Claudia peered at H.G with suspicion. Myka seemed to be exhibiting a heated glow. Claudia worried that any further interaction with H.G may very well affect Myka's future judgment. With H.G out of ear shot they loaded Myka's car for the road trip. Myka spoke first.
"So you understand that H.G is assisting us temporally?"
"You're the boss."
"You did state earlier she was good."
"And I totally stand by that statement like you wouldn't believe." Rolling her eyes Claudia replied.
"You don't want her with us?" Myka asked.
"It's cool."
"I'm sorry Claudia. I know you wanted this case cracked by us but we need her."
"Ok ok, you can make it up to me though"
"How's that then?"
"Ask her to do a voice greeting for me on my cell."
Myka laughed out loud not expecting this request. They closed the trunk and set off.
The drive to the bottling plant was relatively quiet save for the tinny echo of Claudia's headphones. Helena remained unimpressed with Myka's modern day transportation; it was nothing in comparison to the oaky smelling carriages of days gone by. The scenery had much more of an impact on her senses. Helena eyed Myka in the driving seat and thought her posture boneless. One hand curled around the steering wheel the other arm dangled out of her window. Mykas sunglasses reflected all the green trees they sped pass, Helena's mind began to drift off.
The foliage on this particular part of the journey reminded Helena of her England and without realizing she began to hum a little ditty popular in her youth. This was also something that had kept her half sane whilst encased in bronze.
Mykas ear picked up on the sweet scale immediately. She thought it in tune and alluring. The notes were angelic and somewhat ethereal. Myka looked to her hand gripping the wheel and felt it go slightly numb as her blood made that descent again to her nether regions. Her concentration left the road ahead. Her imagination flashed with an image of a naked Helena under her, legs wrapped firmly around her hips like a praying mantis. Helena's mouth pressed to her ear moaning consistently into its drum. Mykas face would be hidden in the crook of Helena neck as she worked inside her. Helena's pleasure would sound not unlike the singing. Myka heard lyrics like.
"Myka please, oh god, Myka."
The erotic voice suddenly changed to a more panicked one.
"MYKA! MYKA!"
From the back seat Claudia punched Myka in her upper arm as she bellowed her name. Myka came fully round from her daydream just in time to swerve violently from the path of an oncoming SUV. The driver made his fright known with an emphatic blast of his horn.
"Jesus dude! You want me to drive?"
"You don't have a full license, so back off!"
"Do you? Dude what the fuck was that?"
Helena still clung to the small hand grip above her head, her heart racing. She hated these god forsaken motorized vehicles, twice now they had attempted to end her life. Myka was deeply embarrassed and was becoming angrier with every passing second. Claudia continued her terror based condemnations of Mykas driving ability. Helena thought it time Claudia really did back off. Helena's mood lightened when Myka began the belt buckle ministrations. Her cheeks were flushed the tell tale clearing of a dry throat insinuated that "Little Myka" had made an unexpected appearance. She laughed out loud wickedly. The maniacal laughter erupted from her and she could not stop it. She wondered where "Little Myka" had taken Agent Bering off to and was envious she could not follow. Her amusement stopped on seeing Claudia's expression in the vanity mirror. Claudia herself realized what had distracted Myka so. The young apprentice worried for her friend as the Agent version of Myka was struggling more and more to remain in control. How would she save Myka from the obvious manipulations of H.G.?
Helena turned in her seat to face a scowling Claudia.
"It's most gallant of you, wishing to save Agent Bering from herself"
Claudia froze.
Myka turned her head to look at Helena and wondered where this comment was going?
Claudia couldn't find her speech, she was freaking out. Had H.G read her thoughts?
"I just erm... I was only..." Claudia faltered.
"I meant your offer to drive this infernal contraption my dear."
Helena half smiled back at Claudia. The smile faded but she held Claudia's paralyzed gaze. She quirked a finely shaped eyebrow and began to giggle at Myka's expense. Claudia thought this a warning shot across her bow and it had stifled her resolve. H.G was a very powerful woman.
Myka was furious and it burned its mark into her face. Her apprentice had spoken down to her and questioned her abilities. The mocking laughter emanating from the cause of her massive distraction was the final straw. Myka slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a harsh stop in a lay by. Myka threw open the door and pulled her gun from its holster. She stomped around to H.G's passenger door. Claudia wrestled with her seatbelt attempting to free herself so she could stop Myka from acting out whatever rash action she had in mind. The seatbelt jammed this was made worse by Claudia thrashing herself back and forth in blind panic.
Myka nearly took the passenger door off at its hinges, her gun pointed at Helena.
"Get out of the car."
"Agent Bering it seems you and I are destined to meet at gun point"
"Get out or I will drag you out."
Claudia found her release and leapt out from the car. She ran around the front and slid over the hood to challenge Myka.
"Myka what's with you, just chill, we are all fine, it was just a near miss."
"I don't have near misses Claudia!"
Myka snarled at H.G. who reluctantly stepped out of the car showing her hands in compliance. What choice did she have?
"Put both your hands on the hood. Do not turn around."
Claudia looked to H.G who did as instructed, her face stern and tight lipped. Her hair fell forwards around her face as she leant over the hood, it felt very warm and smelt of motor oil.
"Check her Claudia."
"Check her for what? Myka I don't get this"
"You're checking for an artifact"
"What artifact? I thought we were heading to the bottling plant for that?"
"Not that artefact. I don't act this way Claude she must have something on her that's having an effect on me?"
At that Myka lunged towards her tormentor. H.G still faced downwards whilst listening to Myka's ramblings. Mounting her forcefully from behind Myka gripped the back of Helena's shirt and growled into her ear.
"What are you doing to me?"
At that Helena pushed Myka off her. She spun round on her heels so fast her long hair whisked from one side of her head to the other. Her voice cracked with anger.
"You are the most ridiculous woman! You know, I find myself dumfounded that I should awake from 100 years of isolation and solitude only to find myself face to face with the most closeted, social moron. You are overly moral and that's bloody well saying something coming from a Victorian. Showing your ankle in my day was taken as promiscuous but you are unreal. Dear god you are totally insufferable."
As the rant paused Myka lowered her gun, Claudia looked on embarrassed for Myka. H.G. was not wrong. Claudia found herself unexpectedly sat in Helena's camp.
Helena turned away from Claudia this time lowering her voice as she addressed Myka.
"I have no powers over you that aren't natural, I have no mystical magic tricks to snare you with, I'm just a woman Agent Bering and I think you're rather fond of those."
Myka remained stoic.
"Have you even allowed yourself to touch a woman or had their hands on you I wonder?"
"No never." Myka confessed."
Claudia strained her ears trying to listen in on the interaction between the two women. Helena had brought her voice down to a whisper only for Myka's ear.
"My goodness that's novel, a virgin in today's world."
Myka secured her gun and walked back over to the car. The driver's door clicked open and she started the engine up not responding to Helena at all. Claudia followed and returned to the back seat. She was surprised by the adjacent passenger door opening as H.G climbed in next to her. H.G. turned to Claudia.
"Now Miss Donavan I believe you have requested my assistance concerning your mobile telephone. I'm afraid you will have to educate me on what a voice greeting is?
They drove on towards the bottling plant. Myka remained stoic from the front seat still sulking. She believed she deserved the shunning from her passengers. Her reaction to H.G. was a little overboard but she did not trust her fully, even as the attraction became less easy to deny.
Claudia bounced up and down like a child suffering from ADHD. She listened back to her new voice greeting, courtesy of the lavish tones of H.G.
"Hello you have reached Claudia Donovan's number, she is currently otherwise engaged and will return your call when the mood takes her. Tat ta". Beep...
Pete will be so very jealous. Claudia momentarily glimpsed both Myka and Pete's attraction to H.G. Her good looks were not hard to admire even for the most heterosexual of girls but there was more to it than that. Claudia slapped herself Looney tunes style and quickly took her seat back on the straight bus.
They had arrived at the bottling plant.
Once inside Myka felt her spider sense tingling. She was certain they would find the artefact, but where? A nervous scientist was trying to evade Myka and H.G's questioning when his employer arrived to save him. He was a short smarmy looking man who had too much money and not enough time for Mykas intrusion.
"Hello ladies I'm Jeff Russell. I'm the founder and CEO of Boiling Point, and you are Miss?"
"I'm Agent! Bering, Secret Service."
He turned to Helena.
"Who are you?"
Myka stepped in.
"This is Agent Wells she works under me, does whatever I say"
Myka felt the colour of red run to her face; she cringed inwardly at her Freudian slip. When had she dipped back into the fantasy from the car? H.G. looked up to the ceiling focusing on the factories pipes. She needed a distraction from bursting into fits of laughter. Myka was not in her bad books. She did not require an apology regarding her earlier excessive use of force. Helena had said her piece and stood by it.
"Under you indeed." she thought.
She could at any opportunity roast Myka and serve her up for dinner but still felt the move premature. She would allow the tension to marinate for longer.
Mr. Russell offered a tour, he defended his company and Myka started to think he was genuine. Then Helena spotted the prize.
"Myka, do you know of Godfred's Spoon"?
Helena picked up an ancient looking spoon and enjoyed educating Myka on its properties. They had found the artefact, the ladle had been used to take samples of the drink the team had been using...bingo!
Claudia scaled the steps up to Myka and H.G. she had discovered a buyer in the works for Mr. Russell's firm, Myka saw motive. Mr. Russell looked shocked. Just as he began to protest his innocence the scientist from earlier snatched the ladle from Helena's grasp. A struggle ensued and before anyone could prevent it Claudia was pushed and fell into a fresh batch of drink the artefact had infected.
Myka ran to aid Claudia missing out stairs as she flew. Helena thought this the most maternal reaction she had ever seen and had a heartbreaking memory of her own child that was lost to her. Claudia climbed out of the vat but it was obvious the effects of the drink were taking its toll; she would die shortly if left unaided.
Helena thought fast, her ability to react well in a crisis proving true again. She believed she could create an antidote but would need the assistance of the scientist. At that moment he broke free of her grasp. He didn't get too far; Myka floored him with a closeline any WWF wrestler would have been proud of. Helena came to assist and dragged the scientist up by his throat like a ragdoll. Myka was stunned by the display of physical prowess and wondered why Helena had not fought back in their own previous dallies. The fear factor of who this woman was turned up several notches as she realized Helena could probably take her, or at least leave some nasty bruises.
Claudia laid in a bed of ice her temperature rising dangerously. H.G approached praying the antidote she had cooked up would save the girls life. Several small droplets were administered down Claudia's throat and H.G. stepped back towards a very concerned Myka.
"I know one mission won't change your, I don't expect miracles just keep an open mind"
Both women stared mindlessly at each other and in that moment Myka knew she wanted Helena. For a second she thought they might kiss. Her calm demeanour made Helena increasingly more attractive to Myka.
The romantic trance was broken by the coughing and spluttering of a fully cured Claudia. H.G smiled and disappeared into the background leaving Myka to play mother hen. Helena liked this version of Myka it was softer and emotion ran from her with ease.
Myka sat Claudia up and comforted her, she suggested she thank H.G. but she had gone. Myka was thankful for her saving Claudia's life and was deflated when she was no longer around.
Sat on the work surface lay Helena's grappling hook with a note attached.
"You can owe me."
Myka felt she would see Helena again.
Next chapter: For Old Times' Sake. (Myka's room)