Hello to all readers, names The Homeless Doctor.

I have been reading fanfiction a lot and just recently decided to get a profile and do a fic. So, my first fic was a bit tough to think off. Then, when i was reading an HG/Myka fic and was watching The Red Baron, it all clicked and decided to place HG, Myka and some of the Warehouse 13 people into The Red Baron movie. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, its basically about the WW1 German fighter pilot, The Red Baron. It shows his story and such. So, for my purposes im going to tweak a few things here and there from the movie..but i do plan to follow most of it.

rating is just in case

Myka= The Red Baron and HG=Kate

Le petit Rouge means Little Red


~o0o~ Chapter Seven ~o0o~

St. Nicholas Church: German Territory, France

It's been four days since the death of Pete, and today was his funeral. Myka and the other pilots all attended, paying there respects to the Jewish pilot that fought for his country. The Rabbi spoke a few words, leading all in a moment of silence before he asked for people to come up in front of everyone and talk. His parents decided to speak first. With tears in there eyes, they spoke of there child. Of the crazy ideas he came up with when he was younger. Of the times that he and Myka would cause a ruckus or trouble, before they blamed it on the other and then didn't speak for a day.

This earned a chuckle from Myka, her eyes downcasted as she listened to more people share there memories of her cousin. Then, she took strides to the front and began to speak. "Pete was my best friend," She began, her head staring at her boots. "We always had the others back. We told each other stories of the future, imaging our children and there children running around in the backyard and goofing off. When one of us was hurt, the other was there to take the pain away. He was my shoulder to cry on as I was his." Sniffles came from Myka, trying not to cry. "Pete shall be missed by all. For his humor, for his charm. I hope that he looks down upon us and watches over us." Myka finished. Everyone clapped as Myka returned to her spot in the crowd of people, her mother hugging her shoulders as her body shook.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the ground as the crowd went into the small house by the Church. Myka and Edward were the only one lefts, both staring as dirt was shoveled back into the ground.

Edward gave his sister a sad smile. "I know that me and Pete didn't get along well and that you two did, but you have to move on." He said. Myka just let her tears fall to the ground, her head shaking back and forth."He was a fighter pilot, he knew the risks." Nothing. "Can't you at least be a bit happy about my promotion?" He asked her. Myka snapped her neck and glared at her brother. "I would've liked it to be under better circumstances, but we can't change the past," He paused, turning his body and placing a hand on her shoulder. "We have to look towards the future, to better things." He insisted. He got no response, just eyes that lost there fire. Edward grew annoyed, "Your our leader, you have a responsibility to work the men and women under your command!" He yelled out, his voice reaching to the edge of the forest behind the Church. "Our father always told us that a leader can not afford to mourn!" He stated, getting into Myka's face.

Myka just pushed passed him, intent on leaving.

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Helena Wells fiddled her hands as she walked back and forth in front of the St Nicholas Church. She had heard what had happened and her heart had ached for Myka. Against her better judgement, she had put on a black sundress that stopped above her knees and went to the Church that she heard was hoisting the funeral. Now, she was arguing with herself. *what if she tells me to go away?* She thought. *or what if she just runs away? This was a mistake* Just as she was about to chicken out and leave, she saw Myka round the corner. She was wearing a white dress shirt underneath a black jacket. Black pants and shoes covered her legs and feet and her hair was in curls.

She looked up and Helena noted that she was crying. Green eyes met brown and before either woman realized what was happening, they found themselves in the others embrace. Helena rubbed Myka's back, allowing the woman to cry. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Helena spoke over and over again. This just made Myka cry even harder, her tears dampening Helena's dress...but she could care less. After what felt like ages, Myka calmed down and broke the embrace. She took the nurses hands in her own, "I'm glad you came." She whispered, her voice hoarse after crying so much. "I would've sent you an invitation, but was scared you wouldn't come." She confessed. Helena gave her a sad smile and kissed her cheek, "I would've came if you asked." She said.

Myka looked into the eyes of the older woman, noticing the specks of gold in the brown eyes. Before she could do anything, she found herself kissing Helena with the softest of touches. "Will you go out on a date with me?" Myka asked, pleading. Helena closed her eyes and licked her lips, tasting what could only be described as Myka on her taste buds. "May I have time to think about it?" She inquired. "You may." Myka answered her, pressing her forehead to Helena's.


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-some stuff went happened which is why this chapter is posted now and not when I intended it for

The Homeless Doctor