"So where are you going now?" I leaned against H.G.'s black car as she stood in front of me.
"I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking back to London…Unless something keeps me here." There was a look in her eyes that I couldn't place. And there comes the sad feeling I got in my heart every time we had to say goodbye. We just stood there, neither of us saying a word. "Until next time I guess?"
"I guess." I moved as she got into her car. There was something between us but I could never place it.
"Wells and Baring, solving puzzles, saving the day." She started up the car and I leaned against the door.
"Baring and Wells." H.G. smiled as she rolled up the window. I took a few steps back as she drove off. I watched until the car was totally out of sight and then turned around to walk back in the warehouse.
"What have you done Artie?" I had never heard that stern voice from Mrs. Fredrick before. She's always been stern but this was different.
"N-nothing. I've done nothing." When I peeked in again she was gone. It freaked me out how she could do that.
"Artie?" He jumped and turned around.
"Yes Myka?" He watched me as I walked in. "Go after her."
"What?" I just stood there. Confused.
"Go after H.G. Myka. You know deep in your heart and soul that you love her. You just won't admit it. We have things covered here for now. Go! You deserve to be happy." Okay, he's lost it.
"Artie, I don't love Helena. We're friends. I…" There's that look again. The fatherly look that he gave all of us at some point. "What changed? You hated her."
"It's a long story. Now go!" I turned and went to my car. I looked up flights and luckily there was one leaving in an hour. I was going 90 miles per hour all the whole way to the airport and paid for the ticket online as I waited to go through security. My secret service badge kinda helped the process along a bit. When I got off the plane I had no idea where I'd find a hotel. For some reason I felt drawn toward one that was a few blocks away.
"Can I get a room?" I leaned on the marble counter as the deskman tapped on his screen.
"Yes, we have a single on floor three or a suit on the top floor. Which would you like?"
"Myka?" I turned on my heels and there she stood. H.G. walked up slowly with a bag slung over her shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
"I have no idea. Can we talk?" All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her. I had no idea why though.
"Sure. Let's go to my room." We walked by the front desk and to the elevators. "What's this about Myka?" Helena closed the door behind us and as soon as she turned around I laced my fingers through her long, dark hair and kissed her. Helena hesitated for a second but then kissed me back. She wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled me against her. I loved her smell and her taste.
"I love you Helena. I always have." I pressed my forehead against hers to gaze into her dark chocolate eyes.
"I know Myka. And I've loved you as well. That's why I could never kill you. You make me whole and stable. Thank you for coming after me." I smiled.
"Thank Artie. He made me come to my senses. Or he gave me that final shove I needed to get up the guts and come to London."
"Remind me to thank that man one day." She kissed me quickly and smiled.
"I will." I kissed Helena again and she deepened the kiss. She ran her hands up my sides and started to push my blazer over my shoulders and down my arms. My hands were shaky as I rested them on Helena's hips.
"Is this okay?" I leaned back and looked into Helena's eyes.
"Yes." I kissed her again, but deeper this time. She didn't hesitate this time. H.G. kissed me back and started to pull my shirt over my head as I unbuttoned hers. When I laid eyes on Helena's bare skin my breath hitched in my throat. "You're…beautiful." H.G. smiled and let my shirt drop to the ground.
"You are too my love. You always have been."