Loved You Madly
Chapter 7: Abandoned
Helena Wells/Myka Berring
Summary: Helena and Myka continue to speak in secret.
A/N: Everyone should thank illyria15, for feedback so I updated.
Whereas Myka felt lonely, Helena was truly alone. It wasn't always bad, but this time was to be one of the worst. Although Myka only left Helena for a few days, it seemed like weeks had passed.
Helena had been pacing about her limbo prison for over six weeks. She had invented multiple reasons for Myka's absence. The first being that Myka had returned her to the regents as she no longer wished to speak with HG after she had 'gotten fresh' with her. She should have known better than to ask Myka for something like that. They had never gone far when HG was alive, where did Helena get off asking Myka to strip now?
'Alive' may not be the truest word to describe her pre-imprisonment/post-bronze life, but 'dead' seemed an accurate description of her life now. She was a ghost. Helena's other scenarios to explain Myka's prolonged abandonment of her included: Death, bronzing, and insanity sll at the top of the list. If Helena was to be completely honest with herself, she preferred those justifications to the far more likely 'Myka was ignoring her and hated her for all she had done' possibility.
On day forty-five since Helena had last spoken to Myka, she was entirely wrought with anxiety. She wished she had some way to contact the regents or the Warehouse so she could ask if Myka was okay (although that seemed a little desperate). HG was attempting to walk the perimeter of her room to kill time (the space seemed suffocating and infinite at the same time), with great concentration when she went to run her fingers through her hair and she felt nothing. She looked up and found herself in an unfamiliar room. Her eyes scanned about urgently until she met Myka's gaze. Her friend sat crossed-legged on the bed.
"Myka!" Helena gasped, jumping onto the bed. (She really had gotten better at controlling her motion.) "Oh, thank God. I was so worried that I had upset you or that something had happened to you. Did I upset you? I mean, has something happened?" HG finally took a breath; she was so relieved to see the woman she cared so much for. "I missed you terribly."
Myka cocked her head slightly. "I was only gone a few days," she said. "I had to go to Dubai to collect an artifact, and then it got into Pete's ex-wife's bag so we went to the Poconos I forgot to pack you. But it was only a few days, a week at the most."
"A week? Wait, Pete has an ex-wife?" Helena added. "That makes so much sense." She looked back at Myka, "It felt like so much longer."
Myka realized what had happened; their times were off again. "How long was it for you?" She asked concerned.
"Oh," Helena avoided Myka's stare. "A few weeks, I guess." She tried not to sound desperate while finding the flowery bedspread completely fascinating. "Forty-five days perhaps."
"HG, I'm so sorry!" Myka felt so badly that her friend thought she had been discarded. Forty-five days? Myka would never do such a thing.
As Myka was feeling horribly about the situation, Helena spied the Tesla sticking out of Myka's bag. She gestured to the gun. "Do you think you could…I really missed you."
Myka picked up the weapon, she wished to feel Helena's touch as well, but knew how much it had hurt the last time they tried it. "Are you sure? It will probably be painful."
The older woman nodded. "I can handle it."
"Okay," Myka sighed and zapped the orb.
HG flew forward as soon as she felt the pain kick in and wrapped her arms around Myka. She squeezed her tightly and quickly moved to kiss her lips before she faded back into a hologram. It wasn't much, or even anywhere near enough, but it brought comfort to both of them. They barely brushed lips when Helena felt the familiar chill.
"I'm so sorry," Myka said. "Oh, we don't have much time." Myka said realizing they were dawdling. She stood and walked to her overnight bag. "We're in Pittsburgh, by the way. There's an artifact that is vaporizing things and people." Myka started to undress without thinking. "It makes a noise, like a trumpet, and I remembered something in your files about a horn or something." Her top half was completely naked before she heard Helena cleared her throat.
Myka turned to look at HG before realizing what she was doing. "Shit." She quickly grabbed her clean clothes. "I'm sorry, I was trying to save time and I guess I forgot or something. Not that I would forget you, just that I'm so comfortable with you and we've shared hotel rooms before and—" Myka was babbling.
"It's fine, darling, I wasn't objecting. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing." She smiled sweetly. "So, what do you want to know about the horn?"
"Well, actually, I talked to Mrs. Fredric, since she's the only one who knows your whereabouts…"
"About that," Helena smirked, a little ashamed of herself. "Claudia walked in on us the other morning while you were asleep."
Myka's eyes widened. "She what now?"
"Anyway," Helena changed the subject. "The horn?"
"Right. This conversation? Not over." Myka interrupted herself. "I asked Mrs. Fredric if you could come in as a resource, to help on the case. She said she'd ask the regents."
Helena's face lit up. "She did?"
"Yes, so it's probably best if you don't tell me many details about your run-in with artifact so I can seem more surprised." She explained. "As I'm sure you can guess, we really can't let anyone know what we've been doing. Did Claudia seem like she was going to tell anyone?" Myka asked, suddenly worried.
"No, I believe her exact phrasing was 'the word is mum' or something." HG smiled. "You'll want to remind her about acting surprised at me, too."
"Of course," Myka agreed, pulling her boots back on now that she had dressed herself in fresh clothes. "I'm really looking forward to working with you again."
"As am I." HG concurred.
Myka sighed and picked up Helena's sphere. "I've got a plane to catch, I'm afraid." She frowned. "I promise I will never leave you. If it means Claudia overnights you to Hong Kong, I'll do it."
"Thank you." HG nodded, implying she was ready. "I love you, darling."
"I love you, too...Madly." And with that Myka twisted the two halves of the globe and watched Helena disappear. She finished preparing to return to South Dakota and tucked the ball back into her purse. "I will never leave you." She promised.
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