A/N I am trying to wrap up this story as I write and update my others.
Disclaimer :I own nothing of Syfy.
"He is being such an ass," Myka mumbled as Steve leaned against the wall in the concourse next to his friend and training officer.
"What happened between you two?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms, casting a side-ways glance at Myka as they watched the French plane disembark.
"Nothing, just a disagreement on how I should be living my life," Myka responded, the disdain dripping from her words. Seeing as it had been a month since Artie and Myka had last spoke. Myka was over the drama from Artie.
"Seriously, what the heck happened?" Steve asked as Myka stared straight ahead at the passengers filing out of the passageway from the plane down to the 'Luggage carousel' area.
"The bastard had the balls to tell me it was too soon for Helena and me to be together," Myka grumbled, her eyes shooting daggers at the 'special agent in charge' as he passed by them.
"Prude," Myka whispered under her breath.
"Harlot" Artie grumbled, his eyes locking on Myka's for a brief second.
Both casting their glare down to the Berber carpet on the conconcourse as they mumbled their disdain for each other.
After that first passionate night, Helena had seen fit to meeting with Myka at the airport for lunch every day before the start of her afternoon classes. Myka's desk had borne witness to the passion and love between the two women on many a 'lunch' break.
After the two first times for 'lunch'. Myka had filed away the important things on her desk just before noon time. With a swipe of her hand, all the unimportant things on her desk had went flying as she hoisted Helena's bare torso up, Helena's skirt bunched around her hips, on to the oak desk.
Myka now kept a bottle of aspirin in her desk to help quill the screams from her knees.
"Myka, I need you to run over this…" Artie mumbled one afternoon as he entered Myka's office without knocking. Myka's back was to him, on her knees in front of her desk. His bushy eyebrows raised as he followed the curve of Myka's bent legs, following up to her mane of curls that had settled between Helena's legs. Artie stuttered and quickly left, slamming the door behind him.
"This…" Steve sputtered, then yanking Myka back near the abandoned lost and found room. "This is so not…"
Myka glared at her partner, her eyebrows rose, waiting for his next words. "So not, what?" Myka glared.
"Ever since you and HG got to...whatever you two did over a month ago, Artie has been acting like a jerk," Steve whispered as they made their way to the security room.
Myka ignored Steve, choosing to instead focus on the cameras that filled the small security room. The hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention as she scanned the monitors. Myka observed a burly man acting suspicious, his stiff posture, sweating and the constant looking over his shoulder, never making eye contact with anyone, drew her attention.
"There!" Myka yelped, her finger pointing at the third camera, her hand clutching at her Taser on her hip, then rushing out the door.
"What...hey! Wait for me," Steve yelled as he rushed behind his partner. Steve came sliding around the corner, just in time to witness the burly man's left jab connecting with Myka's jaw.
Without a second thought, Steve tasered the man, his eyes watching as the giant of a man crumbled to the ground. He looked over toward Myka as he was handcuffing the unconscious man, watching as Artie was knelt down beside the crumbled form that was his partner.
X
Claudia's eyes went as wide as saucers as she looked at her phone, Helena was teaching class as Claudia jumped up from behind the professor's desk in the lecture hall.
"You have to go...now!" Claudia said as she gripped Helena's arm, dragging the older woman away from the lecture podium.
"What the bloody hell!" Helena whispered to Claudia, and then turned as she looked at the surprised looks on her student's faces, then back, watching the panic growing on her TA's face.
"Look, you need to get out of here and over to County General, like ten minutes ago," Claudia whispered through gritted teeth as she shoved her phone in front of Helena.
Helena's face went pale; a myriad of emotions crossing her face as she read the text that Steve had sent Claudia.
Claudia, I don't have Helena's #, I need you to tell her that there has been an incident and Myka is in the ER at County General. Before you freak, no, she was not shot or hurt, at least not hurt ...that bad. Just tell HG to get here ASAP!
"Claudia, please finish the class," was all Helena said, clearing her throat as she headed toward the door of the lecture hall.
"HG?" Claudia said as she tugged on Helena's arm. A panicked look crossing the young girl's face as she stared at her mentor.
Helena stared at her TA, the look on her face remained without emotion. "Please finish the lesson plan," was all HG had said as she grabbed her phone and satchel from her desk.
"Myka is, she is your girlfriend, Holy frack HG! If it was Leena I would be…" Claudia started to say as Helena held her hand up.
"Hold that thought, I will call you from the ER when I know more," was all HG had said as she rushed out the door of the lecture hall.
X
Helena had let all her fears and anger escape in her private solitude as she drove to the hospital. She screamed, she cursed, she cried. Letting all her bottled up emotions spill from her in the safe space of her car. She knew, when she set foot in the ER, that she would have to repress and file away her fears, her selfish thoughts of hating Myka's job.
"How the hell can she even think of us being a family when she is too busy playing, no!... Relishing in acting like some 'cowboy'!" Helena gritted through her teeth as she struggled to free herself from the seat belt.
"Great...I am in love with bloody, fucking Mrs. Dirty Harry!" Helena huffed, throwing her arm up in the air after slamming the car door behind her.
"What the hell do I tell Christina?" Helena mumbled as she punched the elevator button, ignoring the raised eyebrows from the others in the lift with her.
Helena had rushed in to the ER, frantically searching for Myka. After a stern talking to from the front desk nurse about 'this is a hospital and you will please keep your loud UK ranting down or I will have you sedated' Helena then squinted at the woman's name tag "Nurse Brown, is it?"
"Ummmm," The nurse hummed in a wary tone. She then directed Helena toward the elevators after looking up Myka's information on the computer, informing Helena that Myka had been moved to a different floor. The nurse then gave a reassuring squeeze on Helena's hand and nodded toward the elevators.
"Thank you," Helena whispered as she looked at their hands.
"God damned Annie Oakley…I want to marry bloody Annie Oakley," Helena grumbled, totally oblivious to the stares from the others in the cramped elevator...
"Sounds like a great woman to me," A stranger's voice chimed through Helena's rant.
"Excuse me?" Helena turned, eyes black as night, shooting daggers at the only person stupid enough interrupt her.
"Just saying…" The young male nurse said as he held up his hands in mock surrender.
"I would love it if my girl was a bad ass cop who could keep me and our family safe," The young male nurse stuttered, the coffee cup in his left hand shaking as the glare from the older woman settled on him.
Helena opened her mouth, then clamped it shut as she found no words of reason to argue with the young man's logic. The bell dinged and the doors opened, Helena gave an apologetic smile to the passengers and a slight nod to the young male nurse. As the doors closed, the crowd of passengers let out a collective sigh of relief.
The sound of the clicks from her boots on the under waxed floor of the hallway was drowned out from her left side arguing with the right side of her brain.
"Mummy!" the little girls voice shook Helena, causing her to stop mid-stride in front of her little girl who was being held by Leena. Both smiled at Helena, then watching as Helena warred with her already frazzled emotions.
"Leena, why are you two here?" Helena whispered to her friend, kissing and hugging Christina, giving a glare as she looked over the little girl's shoulder at her friend.
"Claudia called, and I made the mistake of saying Myka's name,"Leena was saying.
"Mummy, I want to see Ms. Myka…she has a boo-boo," Christina said with a pout on her face.
Both women tensed, a thin-lined smile crossed Helena's face. "Tell you what, little one, how about you and Aunt Leena go down and find Ms. Myka some of her favorite candy," Helena said as she glared at Leena. "We will talk later," Helena whispered to Leena as they started to walk away.
Helena turned to the hospital room, hearing a muffled voice, she quietly opened the door, slipping in, not wanting to interrupt. She pressed her back against the door as she looked around the room; Artie was sitting next to the bed Myka was laying in.
Helena watched for a few moments at the exchange between the two of them.
"I don't care, Myka. Next time you wait for back up," Artie said in a gruff voice. She heard Myka sigh.
"It happened so fast and I can't help it if I run faster than Steve. And stop acting like you care," Myka huffed.
"That was uncalled for. If I didn't care, I would not have said anything. I just want you to be happy, that's all," Artie said, his voice trailing off.
Helena let out a yelp as the door swung against her back as the nurse came into the room.
"Time for your leave Ms. Bering," the nurse said, stopping in her tracks as she stared at Helena and then to Artie.
"Okay, both of you, what are you doing in here?" the nurse asked, Helena's eyes were almost as wide as Myka's as the four of them exchanged looks, eyes darting every which way.
"Okay, you two, out. The doctor will be in to release Ms. Bering," The nurse stopped, her hands on her hips, watching as neither moved. "Who here is family?" Both Artie and Helena started to speak up.
"Blood...family," The nurse snarked as she started to remove the IV needle from Myka's hand.
Both Artie and Helena mumbled no as they looked down at the floor.
"As I thought, shoo...out the door with the both of you," The nurse said. Myka gave Helena a smile, and then watched as the two of them left the room.
"So… how is Scotty jr?" Helena asked as she crossed her arms, settling her weight against the wall of the hall just across from Myka's room. Her eyes downcast as she waited for Artie to reply. They both watched in silence as the doctor entered Myka's room.
"He is good, it seems your daughter has bewitched my grandson, he cannot stop talking about her. Is it an inherited gene?" Artie asked as he took off his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his untucked shirt.
"Meaning?" Helena asked as she stood straight, stilling her shoulders as she eyed the portly man.
"Meaning...it seems that you have bewitched Myka," Artie said as he put his glasses back on, then looking at Helena.
"Please, Ms. Wells, indulge me," Artie said as he held his hand up, stilling the berating he felt was coming.
"I really have no politically correct way to explain it, though I have never been that way," Artie said, then looking at the quizzical look on Helena's face.
"Hear me out," Artie sighed, his fingers barely touching Helena's elbow as he guided them down the hall to the coffee vending machine. Helena stood back, watching as Artie dug in his pockets, and then pressing the buttons. The machine whirled and groaned, first a cup of coffee, which Artie set down on the chair next to the vending machine. He turned, a curt smile on his face, as he waited for the second cup to fill.
"I know it is not the perfect cup of tea, but James said it was passable in a pinch," Artie said as he handed the cup over to Helena. "Please," Artie said, waving his hand to the plastic chairs that were near Myka's room.
"James, as in Macpherson, your college…" Helena started to say, only to be cut off by Artie grumbling.
"How much did Vanessa tell you, Ms. Wells?" he asked.
"Enough for you to address me as Helena," She said with a bit of a smirk.
"Then you should realize I have no issue with the fact you are a woman, pursuing another woman?" Artie said as they both sat down.
"Then why have you been such a wanker to her?" Helena then glared at the man.
"Helena, you have to understand that Myka is like a daughter to me, I am very protective of her and I worry about her," Artie sighed as he stilled the cup of coffee in front of his mouth. Taking a short sip, and then looking over at Helena, he continued.
"I really liked Pete, but Jane and I knew they were not right for each other. They were far better off as friends than anything else. I think it was the only thing Jane and I agreed on," Artie laughed softly.
Helena reached over, gently touching Artie's wrist. "Then why have you given Myka so much grief about the two of us?"
"Correction, don't you mean the three of you?" Helena's eyes went wide and her fist started to clench at the thought of this man implying anything toward her Christina.
"Now, just hold on," Artie gulped as he watched Helena's eyes darken. "What I mean is, you and Christina are a package deal. It is not just you and Myka,"
"And your point?" Helena asked warily, her arms crossed as she looked at the portly man.
"My point is that I have never seen Myka this … committed to anyone in all the years I have known her. Her eyes light up every time I hear her speaking about Christina and I just want to know that you will do right by her,"Artie said, giving an almost stern, fatherly look at Helena.
"I can assure you Arthur, that my intentions are honorable and my love true, for both my girls," Helena said, giving a small smile.
"Good, very good," Artie whispered as he held Helena's hand. They both turned as the 'ping' from the elevator sounded.
"Mummy, look what we got Ms. Myka," The little girl said as Leena set her down, all three smiling as they watched the little girl run up to her Mum, a bag of Twizzlers clutched in her little hand.
Helena picked up the little girl, then turning to Artie, "You remember Mr. Neilson, Yes?" Christina nodded and shook his hand.
"Where is Scotty?" Christina asked, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at the older man.
"With his parents," Artie said as he smiled back at the little girl. Christina pouted and then turned her head into Helena's neck as she snuggled further into her Mum's arms.
"I am not paying for their wedding," Artie mockingly grumbled as he kissed Christina's head. Turning to leave, he held his hand up, waving to the three of them.
"Leena, take Christina home, make sure we are well stocked and there are fresh cloths for Myka," Helena said as she handed Christina back over to Leena. "I don't plan on letting Myka leave my sight till she is fully recovered,"
"And what makes you think I am your maid?" Leena asked sarcastically.
"Because you owe me, you knew I would be upset for bringing Christina here when clearly she should have not been brought here. What if Myka was seriously injured?" Helena said, her voice hitched and then trailing off with the words she spoke.
"You know, HG, you can only protect the ones you love only so much. Eventually, they will have to deal with the harsh realities of the world," Leena said, giving Helena a sympathetic look.
"But not today," Helena whispered.
