A/N: Thank you all for reading! I have a lot of quiet followers I see, but I still love you! I am glad you guys are all reading this. After this chapter, I think updates will be taking more time because they'll be more episodic (And I'm busy applying for internships and getting back into the college groove, so please bear with me!) Please leave comments, they're really encouraging.
A/N 2: Helena with the mind of the Doctor is a pretty complex thing in my head. She has a lot more history and personality that will be revealed as the story progresses. She's very closed off and she needs a lot of time to warm up to Myka. You'll definitely understand why she is Doctor-esque in due time. Nevertheless, I promise Bering and Wells adventures!
That night, Myka ended up at Helena's door again. As if Helena had sensed it, the door swung open and the English woman stood in front of her with a smile on her face.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to come find me," Helena said with a cheeky smile. "Did you need something, darling?"
Myka bit her bottom lip again before shaking her head. "Nothing in particular," she responded after a few moments. "I was-I think-"
"Come in." Helena moved to let her into her room. "Thank you," Myka responded as she went inside. The door clicked behind her quietly.
"I was just about to rest, if you are interested in joining me?" Helena asked with a cheeky smile. Myka instantly blushed.
God, I don't know how long I can keep this up. "Can you tell me about who you are?" Myka asked carefully.
"What would you like to know?" Helena asked as she crossed her arms.
"Anything?" Where do I even start? Myka sat down on Helena's bed. "Where you're from is a good start. Maybe about your family?"
Helena's eyes darkened subtly and she rounded her bed. Myka felt the bed dip behind her. She shut her eyes when she heard Helena's boots fall to the ground. Her heart tightened, out of fear, wondering if their previous night would repeat itself.
"Lay with me," Helena whispered. Myka turned around and felt a round of deja vu pass through her mind. It was like the first day all over again. She smiled and Myka nodded before laying next to her.
"I had a brother named Charles," Helena began, a small light flickered through the darkness of her eyes. "He was quite the character and had a penchant skill for writing. His words were his craft, of course we were competitive. Often, I would be the one to supply his ideas, when he couldn't complete the works of course I would step in. Nevertheless, he was to be recognized for my works."
"Why would you let him take the credit?" Myka asked incredulously.
"It was a different time then. It's "water under the bridge" as they say now, time has progressed enough but I haven't written since then," Helena continued on in her story. Her tone remained heavy and mysterious as she spoke. "He had helped me so much." Helena reached around her neck and pulled out a locket. She opened it and turned so that Myka could see. Inside was a picture of a young girl, almost a spitting image of Helena, with eyes so bright. The photo was old and worn and most importantly, out of time. The young girl in the picture had looked like she was from the Victorian era. "Myka, darling, this is my daughter, Christina. Because I was so young and it was frowned upon to have a child out of wedlock, Charles had taken the liberty of protecting me from the scrutiny I faced. He had told everyone that she was our cousin staying with us because her parents had died." Myka's eyes widened and she held her tongue. The child was beautiful. "She was killed while I was on a trip to France. Robbers attacked my home. My governess, Sophie, had tried to fight them off, but it was futile. I lost my daughter to the cold blooded killers motivated by greed." Helena quickly shut the locket and placed it back in the confines of her shirt, close to her heart. "The warehouse was one of the few things I had left."
"Helena," Myka began. The way Helena spoke resonated within her. Something about Helena revealed to Myka that she was not ordinary. "Who are you?"
Helena turned on her side to face Myka. "Would you believe me, if I said I was not of this time?" she asked. Her hand once again seeking out Myka for contact.
"How would that be possible?"
"This is the Warehouse, darling, anything is possible," Helena said mysteriously once more before placing her hand on Myka's waist comfortably.
"Will you tell me who you really are?"
Helena smiled before leaning in her lips gently kissing Myka's. "In due time, love," she whispered before kissing Myka once more. Myka moaned softly as Helena slipped her hand under her shirt. The English woman kissed her deeply before pressing forward. "In due time."