I wanted to get a new chapter up as soon as possible as both an apology for making you wait so long last time and a celebration of Warehouse 13's (sort of) renewal. Note the rating change, just to be safe. Hope you enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

Chapter 10: Solutions

"I thought I'd find you here."

Myka's eyes shot up from her book upon hearing the enthralling voice she was now all too familiar with. "Helena, hi." She marked her page and closed the book, and looked up at the woman approaching.

Helena sat down on the bench next to Myka. "I can't tell you how difficult it was to find this place again without your guidance. I got lost a few times. The Warehouse is massive!" Myka stared at her, confused. "You know, I'd forgotten how wonderful a hot shower could feel." Her hair was still damp and smelled of strawberries. "I don't think I remember the last time I had a proper shower."

Myka smiled, but she didn't understand why Helena was being so pleasant with her. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I don't know what you mean." Helena was confused now.

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"Darling, why on earth would I be mad at you?" Helena questioned.

"I just thought…" Myka trailed off and shook her head. "Never mind." She opened her book again and began to read.

"Anyway," Helena continued, "I was wondering what your plans are today? I thought maybe you'd like to go to the library, I could use a few recommendations."

Myka glanced at Helena, trying to think of an excuse. After last night, she needed to be careful about spending time alone with this woman who had her captivated in more ways than one. "I—I can't," Myka stuttered out. "I told Pete I'd help him with a—a thing."

"A thing?" Helena questioned. "Well it won't take the whole day, will it?"

"It will!" Myka stated. "In fact, I should probably be there now." She closed her book again and walked off without looking back.

Helena hung her head in disappointment. "What about tomorrow then?" she called out. Myka pretended not to hear her.

It went on like this for days. Helena would request to spend some time with Myka and Myka would come up with some ridiculous excuse as to why she couldn't. She was growing too close to the British woman, and she wouldn't let that happen. The more people she cared about, the easier it was to get hurt. Myka learned that the hard way and she wouldn't face that pain again.

So, of course, the best solution Myka could come up with was to avoid her like the plague, which frustrated Helena to no end. Myka spent most of her time either hiding in Claudia's room watching her work on various contraptions, or helping Leena out around the Warehouse with cooking, cleaning, etc. It wasn't much fun, but it kept her busy and away from Helena.

It wasn't until their last night at the Warehouse that Myka found herself with nothing to do to avoid the other woman. She ended up in the garden with a book once again, because she missed it after having to avoid that place all week. Myka figured it would always be the first place Helena would look for her.

And that proved to be true. Myka had barely read a page of her book—Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury—when Helena strolled through the glass doors and planted herself in front of Myka, arms crossed over her chest, and a very annoyed look on her face.

"You've been avoiding me." It wasn't a question.

"I've been busy," Myka dismissed. She didn't even look up from her book when she replied.

"Oh, bollocks!" Helena shouted angrily. "You've barely said two words to me on any given day, I've not seen you for more than a minute at a time, and now you're being dismissive!"

Myka did not reply.

"I must admit, I preferred it when we fought. At least you were speaking to me then." The anger was gone from Helena's voice, and it was replaced with disappointment.

This got Myka to acknowledge her. She set down her book beside her and glanced up, timidly meeting Helena's eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

And then the anger was back. "I want to know why! We seemed to be getting along swimmingly before, and all of a sudden it's like I don't even exist!"

"Helena, calm down," Myka said nonchalantly. "It's not a big deal." She reached for her book once again, but Helena swatted at her hand to keep her attention.

"That doesn't mean I don't have a right to be angry and want answers."

Myka shot up from her place on the bench to face Helena as she replied. "If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me!" The confused look on Helena's face basically said 'what on earth are you talking about woman?', and Myka continued. "I told you that I didn't want to get close to anyone, but you still forced your way in!"

Helena's voice dropped to a concerned whisper. "Is that what this is about?"

But Myka cut her off and continued, her voice growing louder. "I told you, I fucking told you! I didn't want to get close to anyone or let anyone in but you didn't listen! You wedged your way in with your charm and your…your…your ways and I never wanted you to do that! So just stop!"

After a moment of silence, except for Myka's heavy breathing after her outburst, Helena spoke. "Myka, I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to care about me, I just wanted—"

"I never said I cared about you," Myka interrupted.

Helena rolled her eyes. "You implied it!"

Myka was right up in Helena's face, glaring. You could practically see steam coming out of her ears. And then, her face changed. Before Helena could place the emotion she saw, she felt a hand grip the back of her neck and soft lips forcefully crashing into her own. Myka's lips. Kissing hers. Helena's mind went blank, and the moment she collected her thoughts enough tell herself to kiss back, the lips disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. By the time Helena's eyes fluttered open, Myka was gone.

Fahrenheit 451 sat untouched on the bench.

Myka slammed her bedroom door shut and leaned back against it, panting heavily, out of breath from both the kiss and from sprinting back to her room. She closed her eyes and grabbed the bridge of her nose with two fingers.

"What have you done?" she sighed.

The next morning, after futile attempts to fall asleep, Myka was packing a few of her things into her backpack. It was back to work soon. There was a soft knock at the door.

"It's open," Myka said without thinking, inviting whoever it was inside.

Yep, you guessed it, Helena came through the door and closed it softly behind her. Myka froze. Helena stuck out her hand, offering Myka a book. Farehenheit 451. "You left it on the bench last night," she stated.

Myka grabbed the book and stuck it in her backpack, muttering thanks. When Helena didn't leave, Myka sighed heavily spoke up again. "Is that it?" she sneered.

"Back to being rude again, are we?" Helena scoffed. "You know why I'm here."

"I can't say I do." Myka tried to direct her attention to packing once again and began to walk away, but Helena gabbed her shoulder and spun her around again.

"Oh, do stop it!" she exclaimed. "You've been acting like the most obnoxious arse and I am sick of it!"

"Oh really? You're sick of it? Damn, I guess I'll have to stop being an ass because HG's sick of it!" Myka's voice was laced with sarcasm and Helena just couldn't take it anymore. The solution? Kiss Myka as fiercely as possible.

Helena grabbed the taller girl's cheeks and pulled her down until their lips met. Helena kissed her hungrily, with ferocity, like a lion devouring its prey. And Myka simply allowed herself to be devoured in such a manner. Their senses were flooded with heat and passion. As Helena threaded her fingers into gorgeous, curly locks and attacked her lips, Myka slid her hands beneath Helena's shirt to grip hot skin instead of cool fabric.

She pushed the two of them backwards until they collapsed on the bed, with Helena on the bottom, and continued kissing. Neither Myka nor Helena knew what they were doing, but lust had consumed their every nerve and they couldn't stop if they wanted to. Myka furiously worked at the buttons on Helena's pants and she was about to slip her hand inside when there was a rapt knock at the door.