My Own Darkest Villain

WRITTEN BY: WHAT SUBTEXT?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTORS ALL RIGHTS TO WAREHOUSE 13 CREATORS

PAIRING: MYKA/HG WELLS FEMSLASH ROMANCE

RAITING: MATURE

PROOF READ BY: Aynot.

Warning: contains sexual scenes

The Time Machine Part two


Helena slithered towards a lust struck Agent Bering. Captivated and finding several box fresh reasons to want Helena, Myka stood mute. Helena got the conversation started.

"Do you have children yourself then?"

Myka looked beyond Helena for an escape route; she found Helena had purposefully blocked any path of retreat. She would have to answer carefully.

"No I don't have children."

"We haven't even been introduced. I apologise on behalf of my brother, his manners are usually of a much higher standard. I'm Helena Wells."

Helena held out a silk sheathed hand turning it downwards inviting Myka to kiss it. All Myka could do is curse herself and Pete for not discussing names for her vessel. Who was she? Helena looked on quirking a suspicious eyebrow. She was smart on an inhuman scale.

"I'm Smith...Miss Smith." Myka shook Helena's hand instead of kissing it.

"Well I'm very pleased to meet you Miss Smith. Is that your brother your with tonight?"

Yet another question.

Myka was still cringing at her total lack of creativity on the alias. Under less stressful of conditions she would have done better.

"George is my fiancé, not my brother."

Helena blurted out a condescending bout of laughter. Pete's vessel was in his sixties at least, that was archaic in the 1890's. Myka's vessel was mid 20's at the most. Helena was not too shocked though. Myka's roving eyes on her body was one of the many signs that "Miss Smith" was not heterosexual. Many women of her persuasion did marry old Goats like George as a cover, the added benefit being they rarely requested marital duties in the bedroom due to their lagging libido. These types of women frequented the many "ladies craft rooms" Helena loved so much.

"Your fiancé, my goodness? ...can he keep up with you I wonder?"

Myka breathed heavily through her nose. Helena had tangled her in a web laced with flirtation and direct questions that she did not see being spun around her. Helena was very good Claudia was right. Myka was caught and merely waiting for her predator to devour her. She would never look at a desperate fly under the watch of a hungry spider the same way again.

Myka came up with nothing and glanced down at her shoes catching an eyeful of Helena's trussed up breasts accidently. Myka felt herself becoming very wet and inflamed for Helena. She worried she may be guilty of some sort of felony against the real owner of her temporary body.

"Miss Smith, my face is up here my dear." Helena revelled in her teasing, it was all too easy.

Myka was rescued from her inability to spar with Helena. The young brunette emerged from the children's play room. Myka thought she must have over heard her stuttered conversation with Helena.

Helena took her eyes from Myka and all her attentions went towards the brunette. There was an air of tension as the girl hovered in the doorway.

"I'm going to put the children to bed Miss."

The girl was clearly of a different class to Helena. Her simple clothing and accent the most obvious evidence. Helena's whole manner and countenance changed towards the girl. She was not predatory and was nothing but warm towards her. It stung Myka, was she just a toy to be played with, the supporting act before the main artist?

"That's fine Sophie; you must then join the party."

"I don't think so Miss I plan to retire for the night myself"

The Brunette lowered her eyes from Helena and walked away. The 3 children followed and Christina sleepily requested to be carried to her room, Sophie did not deny the request picking Christina up. Helena placed her hand on Myka's forearm and a jolt of electricity shocked her senses. By the look on Helena face she felt the same thing.

"You must excuse me Miss Smith; perhaps I will see you later?"

Helena went after a sullen Sophie. Myka listened to the rhythmic clipping of her heals on the oak floors as she swaggered off.

Myka knew it was impolite to listen but she could not help herself as she loitered outside the children's bedroom. She could her Helena's bass tone from within. A gap in the doorway granted Myka visual contact. The children slept and Helena stood nose to nose with Sophie holding the side of her face in her hot hands. Sophie would not look at Helena.

"Why won't you join the party?"

"It's not my place to Miss."

"Will you please call me Helena?"

"It's not proper Miss. What if I'm overheard?"

"You are my servant and how I wish you to address me is nobody else's bloody business."

"I'm your servant then am I?"

"That's not to be taken that way and you know it."

"I still won't fit in with the guests Miss."

"You are 23 years of age, you are not a child, and you are quite the conversationalist also."

"I mean my class, not my age Miss.

"Please, call me Helena."

Myka watched on as Helena kissed Sophie so softly that it would warm the coldest of hearts. Sophie's lust for Helena grew and the kiss became more passionate as both women collapsed into each other. Myka's emotions were split. One part of her was jealous as hell the other turned on by the sight of two beautiful women kissing. Her sexuality was no longer in question, she was certain of that now. She knew how it felt to be kissed like that by Helena and Myka could see Sophie being taken over and turned by her mistress. Sophie grabbed at Helena's dress attempting to get to her flesh. Helena calmed her advances.

"Not in here ...the children."

Both women made for the door and Myka bolted straight into the room opposite. It was a poor choice of room she soon discovered. Helena and Sophie tumbled in after her, Helena ripping off Sophie's cheaply constructed shirt with ease. Myka slipped out of sight into a side room. Both women fell onto the bed, Helena lying dominantly on top of a now naked Sophie. Helena peeled off her gloves and her hand went straight between Sophie's slender thighs. Helena bit at her throat and then whispered into ear.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you."

At that Helena slipped her fingers into Sophie and the young girl gripped the metal spiralled headboard above. Myka heard the clicking of her wet flesh as Helena fucked her daughter's nanny rampantly. It wasn't long before Sophie cried out and clung to Helena as she came. Myka thought it possibly the fasted climax on record. She listened to Sophie panting loudly, trying to form speech towards Helena.

"I'm sorry Miss, I tried not to find my pleasure so soon but I've been thinking of you all day."

"I have my fingers inside you and you still insist on not calling me Helena; I think you rather like calling me Miss."

Sophie laughed and pulled Helena into a kiss. Myka sat on the floor with her fingers in her ears. The closeness in conversation upset her more than the sex. She was not an idiot, she knew Helena had taken many lovers before she met her but this young girl seemed to be special. Myka struggled to be passive and understanding. Pete was correct she should have stayed away.

Sophie combed her hands through Helena's now unpinned hair. She then ran her fingertips lightly along Helena's lips and jaw line.

"Do you love me Helena?" Sophie's voice was small.

"How could I not love someone my daughter is so besotted with."

"And when Christina comes of age; what then?"

"You worry too much for someone so young."

Sophie pouted at Helena.

"I need you inside me all the time Miss, I only want you."

Helena's hand began to gently penetrate Sophie again but her intentions of invading her sex for a second time were quickly stopped. Loud screams were heard downstairs from the party guests. Helena withdrew from her servant and ran for the door. Sophie threw on her shirt and sped half naked into the children's room to protect them if necessary. She found them all disturbed and awakened by the screams. She held them all together on the floor in the corner of the room.

Myka was now able to escape; the twisted sheets on the bed taunting her as she slipped quickly passed them. She headed for the staircase and from her vantage point saw Pete wrestling with a red headed man, his 60 year old vessel too weak to fight well. Myka ran down the stairs as the red headed man fell out of the door and onto the dark streets of the Parisian suburb. Another man and Helena were closely in pursuit .Myka slid sideways as she took after them and came to a tangled mess on the floor with a Tesla armed Helena. The collision allowed the man his escape. Helena stood up, hiding the Tesla behind her back. She offered a helping hand to "Miss Smith", Myka did not wish to take it knowing it had just been used to give Sophie her orgasm. She stood herself upright not taking the help.

They both marched side by side towards the gathering guests who surrounded a statue in the middle of the room. The face looked twisted with fear, arms outstretched defensively. It was a horrific sight. Myka found Pete shaking in a chair with Charles by his side. Charles went to his sister and looked back to the staircase to see a now fully clothed Sophie sat at the top. He frowned disapprovingly at Helena. It was not because of Sophie's class or the fact that Helena was older that he disapproved. It was Sophie's closeness to the children. Charles knew Helena was not for settling and feared Sophie would get hurt.

Myka spoke to Pete.

"Are you ok?"

"Yea, it's this damn body I couldn't keep hold of him."

"Did you get the artifact?"

"No, there was a struggle I didn't see what happened to it."

"Do you think that was Jack chasing Prokop?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Helena has a Tesla you know, I saw it."

"Well we know she was an Agent".

"Maybe she can help find Prokop."

"No Myka, she can't do that, how many times do I have to say it."

"Well we at least should help Jack catch that guy."

Myka helped Pete stand and they went to leave and search for Jack and Prokop. Helena caught "Miss Smith's" arm as she walked pass, Pete could not believe it and rolled his eyes. Myka looked nervous and scanned the room for Sophie. Helena saw her trepidation; she could read a woman well.

"Have I offended you Miss Smith?"

"No ... I have to get my fiancé back to our room."

"Is it far? ...you can board here if you like"

"No it's not far, but thank you... Helena."

Helena reluctantly let go of the arm of Miss Smith, she felt she should do more to keep her with her. She was drawn to her and felt something at odds with itself inside her chest. It was like a garbled message she could not decipher. Miss Smith was unlike any woman she had ever met and she wished to study her further.

Pete and Myka returned to their rented room. The building the room was in backed onto a beautiful gothic church. Pete thought out of all the things that would not move or be drastically renovated the church was the safest place to store the artefact if they found it in time. Pete didn't think they would catch up with Jack and Prokop was well gone. Finding a hiding place was an exercise in futility really. They were now just waiting to be summoned back to their bodies. Myka being in a stronger form than Pete dug a hole in the church yard. The air was cold and crisp and every shovel of soil could be heard in the church yard. The poor light made it awkward to dig but provided much needed privacy also. Pete watched Myka's possessed form working hard and plucked up the challenge to quiz Myka on HG.

"You know you can talk to me don't you Miss Smith?"

Myka stopped shovelling and smiled back at Pete. She deserved the ribbing for the alias. She would do the same if Pete chose such a crap cover. Pete's tone became more serious.

"Myka, what's going on with you and her?"

Myka's heart palpitated. Claudia knowing was bad enough but she could not handle it if Pete had a problem with her new found sexuality. It would hurt too much to have him think less of her.

"What do you mean? ...I admire her if that helps."

"Its more than that isn't it?"

Myka closed her eyes and started the shovelling again. Pete was immature and Ape like at times but he was much more in touch with human emotion than Myka. He was not blind either; he had noticed the way Myka smiled when HG entered a room and the school girl crush look every time she spoke. HG hid her affection much better but always stood to close to Myka, holding her eyes for several seconds after the words had stopped in their conversations.

"Don't get mad Myka but I think she has a thing for you, and not in a B.F.F. way."

Myka turned to face Pete unable to stop a happy smile.

"Do you think so?"

"Now you see, you look way to happy about that, come on Myka what is it?"

Myka could not stop the tears forming in her eyes. She held onto the shovel twisting its wooden handle in her hands until her skin creaked with the dryness. She turned a teary face to Pete. She always felt safe with him; he was family, a brother that looked out for her and her for him.

"I ...I slept with her Pete, I slept with her."

Myka had to say it twice in case the first time was not real and only in her head.

"You did what? When?"

"Before Russia at Leena's, you went out for ice cream. She broke into my room."

"Claudia said you were asleep."

"I know she covered for me...us."

Pete ran his hand through his borrowed grey hair. He was in shock and annoyed about the cover up.

"You lied to Artie. You told Claudia about her but not me."

"I didn't tell Claudia she knew I was gay before I did."

"You're gay ...Myka since when, HG?"

"No ... I haven't processed that yet."

"You slept with her like...like naked hot sex slept with her?"

"Yes ...twice."

"Twice! The same night?"

"Yea the same night, it's only happened the once."

"Whoa, that's ...whoa!"

"Pete, please don't go to a sexy visual place."

"Too late for that warning ...way too late. Is she good?"

"I'm not answering that at all Pete."

"So goods an understatement then?"

"Pete please be serious this is not a joke"

"No its not ...will you tell Artie? Just so I can plan to not be there if you do."

"I ...I think I'm in love with her Pete"

"Myka, you need to be so careful with her"

"Why does everyone think she is evil?"

"Why are you the only one that doesn't?"

Silence yet again enveloped the graveyard.

"Myka, I still love you. I don't care if you like girls."

Myka burst into tears and threw the shovel across the ground. It ripped up the grass and earth as it skidded across the lawn. Pete got hold of Myka and comforted her.

"At lot makes sense now."

Myka wiped her eyes.

"Like what?"

"Your total immunity to my manly charms, no woman usually can deny my animal magnetism"

"Oh my God, you're such a Dog."

"Says the hound who has been doing a 150 year old woman, a smoking hot woman; I got to say well done Myka, she is premier league bootielicious."

Pete danced and slapped an invisible arse repeatedly.

"Don't talk about her like that ok."

"Wow! You do have it bad don't you."

There jovial mood was ended as the sound of clanging bells filled the street. Myka rushed toward the noise as several horse drawn carriages sped up to Helena's relative's home. The horses were large and powerful. The men that fled the carriage wore uniforms and carried batons.

"My God, Pete it's the police."

Myka ran for the carriages but Pete held her back. Sophie appeared in the street and wept and screamed uncontrollably. A police man held her and she collapsed to the ground. All party guests had left and Myka feared for what had happened.

"Pete what's going on?"

Pete tightened his grip on Myka summoning strength from a place he did not know. Myka would not be able to handle what he was about to say.

"Its Christina Myka, We couldn't stop this Myka remember that."

"Myka screamed at Pete. She yanked and pulled at him to break free and rush to Helena. She dug her nails deep into his hand, he screamed out loud himself but did not let go off her.

"Pete what if we caused this; if we hadn't left the party?"

Pete went white. This date and time was to be the catalyst that sent HG Wells into madness? He refused to believe they could have done anything to save Christina.

"Myka, Christina would have died tonight no matter what. It's a very cruel destiny but we are not to blame. Helena warned me to stop you doing something stupid and I will. She cares for you Myka, evil or not."

"She is NOT! Evil, her child has just been murdered; I have to go to her, let me go Pete, NOW!"

Back at the warehouse the Time machine vibrated and sparks shot out from Pete and Myka's head gear. Claudia ran to HG.

"What's going on?"

The noise from the machine was unbearable and the time displaying the countdown to Myka and Pete's return stopped dead. Helena ran to Myka's chair and started to shake her violently. The smell of burning filled the room and the power drained causing the lights to go on and off. Claudia encircled her arms around HG trying to pull her off Myka as she wailed at her.

"Don't you dare do this Myka ...come back here to me now."

"HG; what's happening?"

Helena continued to plead with an unconscious Myka slumped in the Time Machine's chair, circuits blew all around them.

"Myka please don't try to stay there with me, you have me here, and you can't change anything."

Back in 1899 Pete and Myka fell to the ground clutching their heads in their hands. Pete was afraid; they only had minutes by his calculation before they were due to return to the future. But Mykas need to be with the Helena of the 1890's was screwing with things badly.

At the warehouse, Artie appeared behind Helena and placed a gun to her head.

"Whatever you're doing to my people it stops now."

Next chapter: The Time Machine part 3.