You're standing outside the hotel suite you entered with Helena only hours before. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before knocking on the door. It hurriedly swings open and…you pull you into the room.

"Myka," Pete exasperates as he slams the door behind you. He, thankfully, managed to find a pair of your jeans and a t-shirt and was fully dressed. "I know you said not to say anything, but…"

"Myka," you hear Helena's voice. You turn to find her sitting uneasily on the sofa, dressed in the clothing she had on earlier in the evening.

"You're still here," you say slightly bewildered.

"I was worried," she answers standing. She walks over to you, looking just as puzzled as you feel. "I wanted to assure that you're alright."

"Right," Pete scoffs. You glance over at him and see your own head shaking in disbelief. You also spot a dark bruise on your neck and you pray that Pete hasn't looked in a mirror yet. You look back over at Helena. She's looking back at you with almost the same expression as earlier when you first made it up to your suite. The sincerity in her eyes, the desire to make sure that you're comfortable, that you're alright, it's still there.

You smile bashfully, giving her a shake of your head. "I'm fine," you assure her. "I mean, obviously not entirely fine, but…" You spare a glance over at Pete, and even though it's your own face looking back at you, you can't quite read the expression. "I think it would be for the best if…if you left."

"Are you certain?" she asks earnestly. "Perhaps I could be of some help."

"You probably just want the artifact for yourself," you hear Pete mutter. Helena must have heard him, too. The look on her face hardens as she turns toward him.

"And just what, exactly, would I have need of an artifact that would force me to switch bodies with someone? Who would I want to switch bodies with?" she spits out.

"Any one of us to get you back into the Warehouse without anyone knowing it was you," he counters.

"That is absurd," Helena replies shaking her head.

"Hey," you say softly, or at least you attempt to say softly. It comes out gruffer than intended on account of Pete's voice. You place your hand on her arm gently, which feels weird because Pete's hand is so much bigger than yours. "I'm sure," you say. "Thank you, but…Pete and I got this."

"If you're certain?" she reiterates.

"I am," you nod. You bring your hand up to cup her cheek, trying to ignore the weirdness of seeing Pete's hand in place of your own, but she doesn't seem to mind as she leans into the touch. "That was sweet of you…staying to make sure that I'm okay."

"Well, what kind of date would I be if I hadn't," she replies in a whisper. The smirk on her face relieving the tension, if only slightly. She looks for a moment like she's going to kiss you, then thinks better of it choosing instead to gently squeeze your bicep. The gesture eliciting a smile from you. "This smile isn't quite as charming as your own," she says running her fingertips along Pete's jaw. You don't know if it shows up on Pete's cheeks, but you know this is the feeling you get when you're blushing. You bite your lip, ducking your head bashfully as she chuckles lightly. You feel as though you must look ridiculous, your shy/nervous habits emanating from Pete. You're fairly certain that Pete has never blushed due to something a beautiful woman said to him, or ever really. Pete's not the blushing type. "Goodbye, Myka," she breathes.

"Goodbye, Helena," you reply. You turn to watch her as she leaves. Your eyes remain glued to the door long after she's gone.

"Myka," Pete's, or rather your, voice startles you out of your reverie. "I'm not going to be able to concentrate on anything else until you tell me just what the hell is going on here."

"You're smart guy, Pete. You know exactly what was going on." When he doesn't say anything, you elaborate. "She showed up at the bar, we got to talking, then I…I invited her up here. I'm a grown woman, Pete. I can spend the night with whoever I want."

"But Myka, she's pretty much at the top of the Warehouse's most wanted list."

"This had nothing to do with the Warehouse," you defend. "She wasn't here because of the Warehouse, or-or artifacts…"

"Then why was she here?" he asks pointedly.

"For me!" you shout. "She was here for me." You take a deep breath, scrubbing your hand down your face. You look back up at him, so many emotions running through you right now; you have no idea which ones show up on Pete's face. "Can we please just figure out this?" you plead gesturing between you both. "Then maybe I can sort through everything else, because honestly, I have no idea what I'm thinking or-or feeling right now."

"Alright," he sighs in surrender. "Alright, did you bring the Griffin?"

"Yeah," you sigh pulling the artifact out from the bag slung over your shoulder.

"And I'll have you know, I have a very charming smile," he remarks as he sits on the sofa.

"I know you do, Pete," you reply shaking your head with a smile.