"Ah Helena, there you are, you're late" Charles gazed lovingly at his sister.

"As are you"

"Touché"

"Indeed". The siblings seemed to like playing verbal tennis, Myka just watched as they interacted. Helena looked stunning, younger than the woman she knew, the pain that always possessed her eyes had not yet invaded, the stress that was held in her shoulders not yet created. By Myka's calculations Helena was 22 or 23 so she had not experienced the happiness of Christina's birth or the horror of her death, she had not been bronzed yet and did not possess the anger which caused her attempt and ending the world. Her eyes still sparkled with excitement which usually came with youth. Gone were the dark clothes she wore after Christina's death, replaced with a very white Victorian dress.

"Who's this?" Helena asked turning to face Myka, Myka just froze; she didn't know what say, she didn't know what to do. Thankfully Charles interrupted.

"Sister, this is Myka Bering, Myka this is my sister Helena Wells"

"Lovely to meet you My-ka" Helena smiled, testing Myka's name on her lips.

"Likewise"

"Myka, I must say that's rather unusual"

"Indeed Helena, she is an American" Charles chinned, proud that for once he had something more interesting than his sister.

"We had better talk soon Myka, I have many questions"

"Myka shall be staying with us Helena so you will have a lot of time to talk later"

"Lovely, you can stay in the empty quarters next to mine, unless you would prefer to stay with Charles"

"NO" Myka interrupted not considering how rude it may of sounded.

"Well ok then" Helena laughed, Myka seemed rather different, rather forward, rather modern. A soft blush invaded Myka's cheeks as she realised how bad her previous comment sounded.

"I'm sorry Charles; I didn't mean that it would be bad sharing a room with you but…"

"But you would prefer to have your own quarters, it's fine, I will have Helena tell me everything that happens with you" Charles smirked.

"You will not" Helena stated, shooting daggers at her brother.

"We'll see" he smiled mischievously, "Come Myka I must introduce you to everyone" Helena pulled Myka close and whispered in her ear before Charles pulled her away, "Good luck dear, I'll show you your room later." She offered Myka a cheeky wink as she walked away. A tingle went through Myka's body; if she hadn't known Helena better the comment would have sounded innocent but if her Helena has said it the implications would have been, well, different. Charles spent near on 2 hours escorting Myka around the party, making polite conversation with every guest who entered the building. But the time soon came that the house held only its inhabitants, both temporary and permanent so Charles led Myka to her room. It was large, rather dark but very floral.

"The bathroom is downstairs, Helena's room is directly to the right, you will need to see her for your night clothes, unless you are inclined to sleep in something `else`" Charles smiled slightly, picturing the image in his mind. "The other dresses will be delivered in the morning so I bid you goodnight my dear Myka." He took Myka's hand, placing a small kiss on its back. He rotated and began to leave, stopping at the door to turn his head, "Unless you wish me to stay" he offered.

Myka rolled her eyes, "Good night Charles"

"Good night Myka" he sighed taking his leave to his own room. Myka just sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, taking in her surroundings. She wanted to sleep but her attire was far too uncomfortable to do this, so she did as Charles advised and went to see Helena, she knew it was a bad idea but she had no other choice, it wasn't like she was going to sleep naked. Myka tapped gently on Helena's door, waiting for some kind of response.

"Come in" chinned a voice from inside. Myka slowly turned the knob and entered the room, larger than her own, the room spoke Helena, loose paper scattered on the desk, shelf upon shelf of old books, it was the perfect bedroom. Helena sat, back to the door facing the window dressed in her night wear, she was combing through her dark tresses. She soon turned to face Myka, a smile suddenly adorning her features.

"Myka dear, what can I do for you?"

"I was hoping to borrow a night gown, if that ok?" Myka asked, smiling shyly back at the woman.

"Of course." Helena stood and went to her cupboard, pulling out one of the many white dresses.

"Here we are" Helena smiled holding it with both hands. "Do you need some help undressing?"

"Yes please" Myka replied realising she had no clue how to take the gown off. Helena walked to the door and closed it, "We don't want anyone peeking now do we". Myka giggled as Helena walked behind her and started tugging at the dress, unclipping and unlacing the back causing it to hang loose. Myka pulled it off her arms allowing it to fall gently to the ground. Helena then did the same for the corset underneath which plummeted to the floor with no assistance. Myka soon realised that all she wore was knee high stockings causing one arm to fly and cover her breasts while the other fell decidedly lower. She could feel Helena's gaze on her back as the woman walked closer, her hands reaching for Myka's hair, pulling out clip after clip. Myka could feel Helena's hot breath on her neck forcing her heart rate to increase. Soon her locks cascaded over her shoulders as Helena's hands rested on the top of Myka's arms, one lifting upwards to push the dark mane over Myka's left shoulder. Lifting her lips to Myka's ear she uttered one word, "Beautiful", followed by a small kiss on her neck. Helena soon walked round to Myka's front crouching on her knees to remove the last piece of clothing covering Myka's form, pulling at the left then the right, Helena's face often looking upwards to meet Myka's strong gaze. She gently ran her finger down the path in which the stockings took, feeling the soft skin running under her fingers Helena smiled happily. The Victorian was soon on her feet again turning to grab the night gown from the cabinet on which she left it. She then stood in front of Myka waiting for her to move but nothing, "You're going to have to put your arms out darling", Helena knew full well that she could just put the night dress of Myka's head and let her slide into it but where was the fun in that. Myka saw the glint in Helena's eye and thought it best not to argue so she pushed her arms forward as if she was about to be cuffed. Helena's eyes wondered up and down Myka's body, stopping slightly at her full breasts, she knew she was staring but if Myka minded she would have done something by now. Though the time soon came that that it was necessary to place the gown onto Myka's cold form, allowing it to flow down her frame. Myka was both happy she was no longer cold and sad as her moment with Helena was now over. Myka still did not move.

"Are you ok?" Helena asked tilting her head slightly to the left, looking more and more like Myka's Helena with each movement.

"Yes, I'm fine, sorry." Myka started to take leave when a slim hand grasped her right wrist.

"Please Myka, stay"

"I cannot Helena, I must not" Myka replied trying her best to sound like she was of the time, "I'm sorry." Helena saw something in Myka's eyes in that moment, the pain of loss.

"Who was he? Helena asked.

"I'm sorry" Myka replied not sure if she heard her right, "Who was who?"

"The one you loved, the one you lost", Helena's expression was sombre, sad, and pitiful. The thought of her Helena, the woman who died to save her brought tears to her eyes but this young soul who stood in front of her could never know of what happened or it would change the course of history on a much larger scale than she wanted.

"No one" Myka yelled, "She is gone now, that is all you need to know." Myka turned and left, the last thing she saw was Helena's eye brows sitting higher than before. She flopped on her bed, tears flooding her eyes, she had not yet been able to mourn the loses, Helena, Steve, The Warehouse, she was meant to save them, to fix everything but her head was overthrown by her heart and now she was in 1889 while her friends suffered in the future. A small creak came come the hard wood door as a small body pushed past it, with no light to illuminate the figures features it moved towards a sobbing Myka, climbing onto the bed and curling behind her. Myka lay sideways in the foetal position so it was easy for the invader to mirror her arrangement; curling their arm round Myka's waist they pulled her body towards their own. Myka could feel the feminine features of breasts and soft skin pressing against her back and arms. The woman pulled Myka's hair off her ear and whispered into it, "Ssshhh, there there darling, calm down, everything's ok"

"Helena" Myka muttered recognising the British voice.

"Well who else would it be. Charles would never be able to do this without trying something else."

Myka let out a small giggle at the description of that sounded rather accurate for the Charles she knew.

"Now see you're feeling better already"

Myka still allowed tears to trickle down her face as she cuddled into Helena, she may not have been hers but she still seemed to calm Myka. "Thank you" Myka mumbled as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

"You're welcome" Helena smiled waiting until Myka was deep in slumber, "I am glad I could make you happy my darling, sleep well my sweet for when you wake you shall have to deal with me", Myka let out a small sound of happiness. Helena smiled again, "I'm sorry for that." She leant forward and placed a small kiss on Myka's ear before releasing a small sigh, she did not know what it was about this American but there was something very different about her, something special, something Helena could not wait to find out more about. Helena soon fell asleep to, her grip on Myka's waist loosening slightly as her mind wondered to the land of hopeful dreams.