A/n hope you like this one. Again, typed on phone so pardon the errors. Trini readers, top of the morning! Pm me na. Lol

That night, as Myka lay in her bed, everything about that afternoon flooded her mind, all seeking their own individual attention to be processed and dealt with. She was laying flat on her back in the centre of her bed, hands resting on her stomach, fingers drumming away while her eyes followed endless invisible patterns on her ceiling.

Their walk home had been comfortable, as they both fell into easy conversation as if they had never spent a day apart.

They had walked down Main Street hand in hand like they used to when they were kids, except they weren't kids anymore. This time they both felt that spark every time Myka's thumb brushed over Helena's knuckles or Helena squeezed Myka's hand while emphasizing a point in their discussion.

But the moment that troubled Myka most was when they stood outside Helena's new home.

"Alright darling, this is my stop."

"Whose house is it, Helena?"

"It's my grand-uncle's actually. He's been living here for quite some time now. He's the curator at the museum downtown."

"Oh wow, I didn't know you had a... grand-uncle living here."

"Yes yes, he's been here since the dawn of time, apparently, but he's quite the reclusive type so his social interactions are restricted to the artifacts at the museum and this artifact of a house he lives in."

Myka looked up at the house, despite it's age, there was a grandeur about it, very Victorian in its stance.

"Well I guess I had better go in then," Helena said, pulling Myka's attention back to her.

"Yeah, I guess so." Myka responded, her feet shuffling nervously.

"Myka what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Myka responded, avoiding eye contact with Helena. "I'm just glad you're back, that's all."

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Yeah."

Myka finally lifted her eyes from the ground to meet Helena's, seeing her own confused emotions mirrored there. Without thinking, she leaned forward, closing the gap between them. She wanted nothing more than to feel the older girl's lips against hers. She had never done anything like this. It was impulsive, risky, emotional - nothing like Myka at all. Something about Helena made her want to break the rules, take chances.

As her face neared Helena's though, her wave of confidence dissipated and instead she pulled her friend into a tentative hug. She couldn't help but smile as Helena's head rested on her shoulder and her arms snaked around the taller girl's neck, tightening their embrace. The last time she had hugged Helena like this she was two inches shorter than Helena, now she stood a full inch and a half over the girl.

"Well well well, look who's all tall and towering over me," Helena teased, trying to break the tension. She held Myka at arms length and looked her over.

"Myka you truly are remarkable darling."

Myka was grateful for the dim lighting, positive that her cheeks were rapidly turning from shades of pink to red. Sure, as she was growing up she had gotten the odd compliment on what a pretty young lady she was turning out to be but something about the way Helena said it made her feel like her beauty was something her friend always saw and now she stood there as confirmation of what her friend had seen and believed about her all along. It made her indeed feel remarkable.

Helena couldn't resist the blush creeping on to her friend's face and spreading to her neck. She tiptoed slightly and placed a soft kiss on a reddened cheek.

"Goodnight, dear Myka."

And with that she spun on her heels and walked up the path leaving a burning impression on Myka's cheek and her heart.

Now it was 2am and Myka still hadn't been able to find sleep. The one memory of the evening that kept starring in her mind was that moment when she had almost kissed Helena. Despite being disappointed that she had chickened out, the rational part of her berated her for taking such a risky chance in the first place. Helena was back in her life, something that she had wished for endlessly for the last five years. She couldn't afford to risk losing her friend again. This had to stop. She had to keep her emotions in check. With that resolve she closed her eyes hoping to sink into a peaceful slumber, but unfortunately, sleep never came that night.