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Cutting the trip to Helena's old hide out short the writer held her girlfriend around the waist as they walked back onto the high street.
'Are you sure your ok to continue darling? We can come back another day. ' Helena rubbed her fiancé's back concerned.
'No really, I'm fine ...I don't even feel ill...I just...uh oh.' Myka started to speak before launching herself to the nearest hedge.
Pulling her lover's curly hair back the writer couldn't help the flash of concern enter mind. People weren't just sick for the hell of it.
Finished Myka turned and sat down on a nearby bench, she felt exhausted. ' I just need a quick break and I'll be right as rain.'
The time traveller smiled warmly at her fiancé and pressed a hand to the other woman's forehead. Myka's temperature felt normal.
'I really won't be offended if you would rather head home darling.' Helena sat next to the brunette and put her arm back around the younger woman.
'No sweetie, I really want to see what you have planned next. Please don't take me home. I promise I'm ok.' Myka made a puppy dog face her green eyes widening.
'Ok, ok. I'm just being a concerned girlfriend. Whatever you want Miss Bering. I am yours to command.' Helena stood offering her hand.
Myka winked. 'Mine to command hey. Now this is going to be fun.' Taking the time travellers outstretched hand Myka allowed herself to be pulled up when all of a sudden the ground beneath her feet seemed to give away. Shit she was going to faint. The archaeologist could feel herself falling but was utterly incapable of stopping herself. That was the last she could remember before everything went black.
Noticing the brunette stumble Helena wrapped her arms tightly around the taller woman's waist. 'Myka!' Alarmed Helena tried to guide the archaeologist back to the bench but it was too late, her girlfriend was falling out of consciousness. Ignoring strange stares and looks Helena felt a strength pulse through her biceps as her adrenalin kicked in. Before the American could hit the floor she had her in her arms. Hoisting the taller woman over her shoulder the brit grabbed her bag and hurried towards the direction of her old doctors surgery. She had been there since travelling to the future, the Victorian building had been renovated into a white clinical new GP office and surgery.
Surprised by the lack of help from onlookers Helena kept the momentum half jogging towards to old building.
Finally she managed to crash through the doors and lie Myka down on a waiting room bench. A young blonde receptionist was at the writers side in an instant.
'My goodness, what's happened? Julia call Dr Staunton Watts now.' The young receptionist barked out orders to an older lady still behind her desk.
Helena ran her hands through her hair. ' I really don't know. She's been feeling sick over the past hour or so. She said she felt fine ...just sick.' The writer almost choked. 'Then just now...she was sick...she rested got up and fell into my arms...everything was fine though. One second she was all smiles and banter, the next out cold.'
'Dr Staunton will get to the bottom of this, don't worry.' Seeing Helena's glassy stare the receptionist placed a friendly hand on the writer's shoulder.
In moments the doctors waiting room was hubbub of activity. Myka was carried into the GPs office and laid out on the bed with Helena at her side. The doctor listened to Helena's description of what happened, took the archaeologists vitals and blood before leaving the room for some final tests leaving Helena to gaze helplessly at her fiancé.
'Helena?...Where are we?' Groggily Myka slowly opened her eyes and tried to push herself up from the bed.
'Hey you. Shhh. Lay back down. We're at the doctors. You fainted Myka. Bloody gave me a fright. Please do not do that to me again. How you feeling ?' The Victorian quickly filled a plastic cup with water and held it to the brunette's lips.
The cool water felt delicious as it wet the archaeologists lips, she could feel it trickling into her stomach. 'I really do feel just fine, a little woozy now, but really OK. Can we get out of here…. these places make me feel all funny.' The archaeologist pulled her self up and whipped her legs off the edge of the high bed.
'Soon darling. Let's at least see what comes back form your blood test.' Helena rubbed her girlfriend's knee. 'You had me really worried there for a second.' The writer bit her lip and dipped her head to kiss the brunette's hand.
'Sweetie. It's ok, I'm fine. Look at me….all better. It was just was one of those things.' Myka stroked the Victorians soft jet black hair. She really did feel fine.
'You're stubborn Bering, that's what you are. Will not admit when you're feeling under the weather.' Helena was about to begin a loving lecture when Doctor Staunton returned into the room.
'Ah Miss Bering, you're back with us I see.' The Doctor sat in his swivel chair opposite.
'Everything ok Doctor?' Helena spoke up eagerly.
'Yes. All is well for a woman of Myka's…your….' The doctor turned the archaeologist '…condition. Your blood sugar levels are a little low, nothing to be concerned about, but with the sickness that's probably what caused you to faint. You need to go and have a nice lunch somewhere and that will sort you out fine….well if you can stomach it that is.' Doctor Staunton laughed at himself confusing the already on edge writer.
'Excuse me? You don't find it alarming at all this sudden sickness?' Helena felt a fire ignite in her belly fearing Myka's case wasn't getting taken seriously.
The doctor shifted uncomfortably under Helena's glare. 'Miss Wells, it's fairly normal of someone in Myka's condition.'
Myka listened to the two either of side of her feeling a little anxious. What condition did she have? Before she could ask, her valiant girlfriend was already posing the question.
'What, sir, pray tell is Myka's condition!?' The time traveller was annoyed now, was this man deliberately being obtuse.
The doctor coughed and cleared his throat. 'Myka, perhaps I should speak to you alone a moment.' Suddenly Doctor Staunton was acutely aware that Miss Bering perhaps didn't realise her own condition after all.
'No. Anything can be said in front of Helena. Please Doctor…what's wrong with me?' Myka gulped back an intake of breath.
'Miss Bering… I am so sorry, I had thought you realised. There is nothing wrong with you at all my dear. You're pregnant. It's just a case of morning sickness.' Doctor Staunton beamed from ear to ear happy to give the good news.
Myka meanwhile could hear only blood rushing in her ears and gripped the bed tighter. 'What the hell did you just say?'
The Doctor looked confused. 'You're pregnant Miss Bering, the sickness is perfectly normal during the early stages.'
The archaeologist felt like she could faint again as she looked to Helena for comfort. The brit had let go of her hand and had walked towards the far wall face turned away as she processed the new information.
'Helena?' Myka called tentatively to her girlfriend. With no response she gripped the Doctor's knee. 'Please Mr …uh…Mr…Doctor… re-test, you can't be right, you can just can't be!'
Doctor Staunton moved back a little unnerved by the reaction from the two women in the room. ' I'm sorry Miss Bering, I thought this might be good news. There's no need for further tests. You're pregnant. You can take a scan at the hospital, you're early, there won't be much to see, but you definitely are.' The Doctor looked uncomfortably at the two women, clearly something was going on here that he was intruding on. 'Miss Bering, I'll leave you a lone for five minutes to process the information.'
Myka nodded gratefully and watched the man disappear from the room.
'Helena say something.' Myka stood from the bed unable to move nearer.
'What the hell would you like me to say Myka?' The time traveller kept her back turned to the archaeologist.
'Sweetie, I haven't…I don't know how this has happened. I haven't been with anyone accept you in …well….ages! I swear to god I am telling the truth.' Myka managed to step forward and place a hand on Helena's back. What the hell was going on. The Doctor couldn't be right…could he? The American flashed back through her mind remembering every moment of her life since Helena, she hadn't done anything. Was she going mad?
'Myka, I think it's time to go home.' Helena opened the door for the archaeologist and kept her eyes to the ground. She couldn't even look at the brunette. Surely Myka couldn't expect her to believe she didn't know how this had happened.
'Helena, baby, please look at me.' The American tried to force the brit to look at her, tears starting to form in her green eyes again. Pregnancy would certainly explain her fluctuating recent emotions.
The Victorian looked straight into the glassy green eyes, her own black, cool and unwavering. She had to hold it together, she had to get Myka home and then she could break down, cry, shout, whatever she needed to do, but first she would get her….fiancé….God could she call her that now…home.
'Let's go back to the car, we are going straight home.' Helena's heart pounded against her rib cage. Surely this was a nightmare…she would wake up any minute?
'No! Helena! You have to believe me first.' Myka broke down into a fit of tears. What the hell was happening to her…what had happened?
Myka fell to her knees and wrapped her arms sobbing around Helena's waist.
Looking down at her lover Helena felt her chest get ripped in two. She wanted to comfort the archaeologist tell here everything would be ok…but the other part of her was so hurt and confused.
'Please Helena, baby, you have to believe me. I would never do this to you. Never ever.' Myka's voice broke and her breath caught as she started to hyperventilate.
Taking pity on the woman at her knees Helena knelt down next to the sobbing archaeologist and pulled her into her chest. Whatever had happened, Myka was pregnant and she was not about to let her work herself up into such a state.
'Come on. Calm down. Let's get you home.' Helena eased the American from the floor.
'Which home?' Myka sniffed. She had just moved her life from America to here, what if Helena kicked her out, where would she go?
'Our home.' Helena wiped the tears from the distraught brunette's face. Myka was completely out of her mind, perhaps she didn't know….but how….how could it happen without knowing? Desperately Helena tried to think of an explanation but could find nothing that didn't send a bolt of angry lightening through her. Looking at the mess the archaeologist had gotten herself into the writer couldn't help but feel the familiar pang of love. She just wanted to look after the younger woman, tell her everything would be ok…but this….could she really handle this?
'Thank you Helena. You do believe me right?' Myka looked with pleading eyes into Helena's black.
'Please don't ask me that right now Myka as I don't think you will want to hear my answer.' The writer picked up their bags and held the door back open for the archaeologist. 'Let's just get back and when we get home, I want the truth, please don't deny me that.'
Myka looked at her girlfriend and didn't know what to say. She was telling the truth. She didn't know any more how this happened than Helena did. Suddenly the archaeologist felt more scared than she had ever felt in her life. No adventure, peril or death defying circumstance had ever made her feel like this. Helena was her life now, her and Christina were her family. Suddenly the archaeologist was very afraid she might lose everything.
