Hey guys, sorry this took me twice as long to get updated. I wrote it, hated it, scrapped it and started over. I hope you guys like this chapter, this would not have been possible without my dear friend ms17thst, this one is for u. Oh and in case you haven't noticed, none of my stuff has been read by a beta

Chapter 10

Peering around the barrel of the gun Helena found a very distraught Myka, she quickly noticing the uncontrollable shaking and the line of sweat forming across the younger agent's forehead. Taking a slow step towards Myka, Helena raised both her hands to show she wasn't a threat to the shaken agent.

"Myka? It's me Helena, what's going on here?"

Myka was frantically searching the aisle for something, "He was just here! Where did he go?"

"Who was here Myka?"

"MacPherson! He was right here…" Myka gestured with her gun, "I shot him but…." She trailed off.

"It's ok darling, he's gone now. Why don't you give me the gun?" Helena said softly as she inched closer to Myka.

Realizing she was still pointing the gun at Helena, she quickly lowered her arm. "Helena I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…. But MacPherson, he was just here" Myka cried.

"I know love," Helena took the gun from the agent's shaky grasp, tucking it safely in the back of her pants before embracing Myka.

"I'm not crazy, he was there Helena, I promise" Myka pleaded while clinging tightly to the inventor.

"It's ok Myka, I know but he's gone now." She slowly pulled away from the troubled agent to see her face. Helena reached up and lightly placed her hand on Myka's forehead. "Oh Myka, your burning up." She couldn't believe how much heat was radiating from the agent's forehead, she could feel the shivers as the moved throughout Myka's body. Reaching over she retrieved the blanket on the floor and wrapped it around the shaking agents' shoulders to fight off the chills. "Come on let's get you back to the B&B where you can get some rest." Wrapping her arm around the slender woman's waist, Helena steered her friend in the direction of the office.

As Helena helped Myka climb up the stairs leading to the office, Claudia ran towards them Tesla drawn.

"Where have you guys been? I heard a gunshot! What is going…" she trailed off as she saw Myka. "Oh my God Myka, are you ok?"

"Claudia, could you gather the others and meet us back at the B&B? Myka isn't feeling very well so I am going to take her home but we can discuss this back at the house, OK?" Claudia didn't know how to respond but after seeing the urgency in the Victorian's eyes she just agreed, no questions asked.

"Sure, I'm on it, see you there." Confused, Claudia pocketed her Tesla and went out to find the others.

By the time they had reached Myka's car Helena was all but dragging the sick agent. Making sure Myka was safely buckled in Helena ran to the driver's side, turning on the heat full blast as the car roared to life. The Victorian watched her passenger more then she watched the road as she flew down the ice covered streets. Myka was slouched in her seat, head resting against the cool window with a glassy look in her eyes. Reaching over, she tried to wake the agent from her trance but there was no response.

Finally arriving at the B&B, Helena went around and opened the passenger door, leaning in she placed both hands on Myka's face, "Myka darling?" Myka's eyes flicked upwards to meet the Helena's, a weak attempt of a smile spread across the ailing agent's face. Helena's heart broke at the sight of all the pain in her Myka's eyes.

"Are you ok? You're shaking."

"Chills" Myka chokes out.

"Come on let's get you inside and warmed up." She helped Myka out of the car, steading her as they made their way across the ice covered sidewalk and into the B&B. Leena had heard them pull up so she was waiting for them in the foyer. "Hey did you guys forget…" The words stuck in her throat as she saw Helena helping a very sick looking Myka.

"Myka, what's wrong?"

Helena put Myka on the couch in the den by the fire to warm up. "She has a fever I am afraid."

Leena's motherly instincts took over; she immediately covered the agent with a blanket and tucked her in. "I'll go get the thermometer and some medicine, I'll be right back." Leena left to retrieve her supplies while Helena crouched down beside the couch so she would be eye level with Myka. Tucking a curl behind her ear and resting her cool hand on the younger agents fevered cheek, Helena peered into the younger agents' eyes. They looked different, empty almost.

"How are you feeling love?"

Helena took Myka's hands and rubbed them between her own, blowing on them to try and warm them up. These past few days were finally taking their toll on Myka but not all the shivers rippling through her body were from the cold. Being this close to Helena, the way the English woman's lips looked as she blew warmth back into Myka's hands sent shivers down her spine. Losing all control of rational thinking, Myka scotched closer to Helena burying her face in the cascade of dark hair and resting her feverish forehead against the Victorians shoulder. Breathing in deep she could smell Helena's shampoo, the aroma of apples filled her nose as she finally began to relax. Helena held Myka close, rubbing her back and humming a song she had heard Myka listing to on a number of occasions.

Leena carried her tray of supplies into the den to discover the agents wrapped tightly in each other's arms, not wanting to disturb them she slowly began to back out. Turning to make an exit she misjudged and hit the door frame with the corner of her tray. Myka shot off of Helena's shoulder panicking, trying to find the source of the disturbance.

"Myka, darling" reaching up Helena turned Myka's face so she could meet her eyes "you're ok, it was just Leena. See?"

The inn keeper peeked her head back into view, "sorry."

"It's ok you can come in," Helena pulled Myka back to where she was previously, feeling Myka's heart racing against her own chest. Leena tip toed in and set the tray down as quietly as possible on the table before easing into a chair herself.

"Pete called; they are all on their way back." Leena whispered, not wanting to startle Myka again. Leaning in closer she continued, "What's going on Helena? He said there was a gunshot in the Warehouse? What happened?"

Feeling Myka tense up, Helena held her tighter as she turned to face Leena, lightly shaking her head to signify she would share later so not to rattle Myka more with the retelling of the events. Nodding, Leena handed Helena the thermometer, "here you go."

Turning her attention back to Myka, Helena kissed her on the head, "Myka open up, we need to take your temperature." Feeling her shift Helena inserted the thermometer under the agent's tongue before they settled back into their positions. Myka closed her eyes while they waited, trying to erase MacPherson's face from her mind. After a minute the timer went off, Helena carefully pulled it out reading the results allowed, "102."

"If it gets any higher, I think we should call Vanessa." Leena said as she took the thermometer from Helena and gave her a cool cloth for Myka's face. "I agree," Helena added while wiping off the new layer of sweat on the young agent's face. They both looked up when they heard a car racing down the driveway, faster than it should be with the icy conditions. Peter must be driving, Helena thought.

"Would you mind Leena?"

"Oh, of course. I just finished a batch of cookies, which should keep them distracted for a few minutes. I brought some soup for Myka if she feels like eating; it's on the tray with the medicine." She added as she went to meet the agents at the door and corral them all into the kitchen.

Trading the cloth for a glass of water and the medicine, Helena pulled herself back from Myka. "Alright love, let's sit you up so you can take this medicine, it will make you feel better." Myka slowly sat upright, leaning heavily on the couch for support. The Victorian dropped the pills in the agent's shaking hand and watched to make sure she swallowed both of them. Smiling Helena retrieved the bowl of soup, "would you like to try and eat something? You haven't eaten in a few days; I think you should at least try." Clearing her throat Myka croaked, "Fine but if I throw up you have to clean it up." As a chuckle slipped from Helena's lips she couldn't help but smile, her Myka was still in there. "That's a deal love, here have some soup." The Victorian spoon fed half the bowl of soup to Myka before the silence was broken, "you're not going to let me forget this are you?" Myka questioned. "Now what would be the fun in that?" Helena smirked while blowing on the next spoonful; she could hear the other agents getting restless in the kitchen, especially Artie. As she continued to make sure Myka ate, Helena replayed all the events from the previous mission trying to find the smallest detail that would be the clue she needed to figure out what was going on with Myka. The obvious answer was that these hallucinations were the result of an artifact but the two of them had always been together. If Myka had been affected she should have been also, right? If only she had Myka's eye for detail, she would be able to solve this. Refusing to accept defeat she focused on the task at hand: helping Myka.

Putting down the now empty bowl Helena looked into the once bright and vibrant green eyes that now are dull and glossy. "Feel better?"

"A little" Myka whispered as she cuddled in close to the Victorian.

Wanting to tread lightly Helena softly asked, "Myka, could you tell me what MacPherson said to you at the Warehouse?"

"This is ridiculous! I should be in there talking to her right now!" Artie barked as he shoved another cookie into his mouth.

"Artie, give them some time. Myka is sick and scared; Helena will tell us everything as soon as she can." Leena assured him as she passed a fresh plate of cookies over to Steve.

"She looked so…" Claudia paused to think of the right word to describe Myka when she saw her at the Warehouse, "weak. Not like Myka at all."

"She's seemed off ever since we got back from Ohio" Steve added "like there is something she's not telling us."

"Exactly! That's why I should be in there instead of…that… that woman!" Artie yelled.

"Pete, has she said anything to you?" Pete was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching Helena soothe the shaken agent. He wasn't really paying attention to what everyone else was saying he was worried about his best friend. Something just wasn't right.

"Pete?" Leena walked up touching his shoulder, "she'll be fine, I promise."

Resting his hand on top of hers, he smiled while accepting a warm cookie from her, "I know."

Seeing the dark circles underneath Myka's eyes Helena decided the rest of her questions could wait until Myka has had some rest.

"Would you like me to help you upstairs to get some sleep?"

"Actually, a shower sounds nice." Myka sheepishly suggested.

"I don't know if that's the best idea in your current state darling."

"What? I feel great," Myka managed to get out before she started coughing.

"Exactly my point," Helena whispered while handing her a glass of water.

"Please Helena?" Myka pulled out all the stops with this, she really wanted that shower. Giving her best puppy dog eyes and even throwing in a trembling lip Helena was done for.

"Alright, but we have to find a compromise. How about a bath instead?"

"Even better," Myka smiled in victory.

Helena pulled Myka to her feet, wrapping her arm around the tall woman's waist to steady her. Leaning heavily on the Victorian they slowly made their way upstairs to the bathroom where Helena sat Myka on the edge of the tub while she prepared the water. Once the tub was full and Myka's robe was laid out Helena offered to stay, to keep her company.

"No I'll be ok. I am sure Artie is pacing in the kitchen waiting to hear something."

"Yes, I am sure you are right." Helena said as she opened the door, hesitating "are you sure you don't want me to stay?" She really didn't want to leave Myka alone in case she needed something.

"Yeah, go eat lunch Helena, I'm not going anywhere."

"Alright darling, I'll come check on you in fifteen minutes," she said as she closed the door.

"Make it twenty" she heard Myka yell through the door.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her vest and made her way to the kitchen to face Artie.

Smiling he put down his binoculars, opening his phone he sent a report to Jasper.

"It's progressing faster than we expected"

After a few moments he received a response,

"Excellent. I am on my way."

Sorry again about the delay, hope you are all still sticking around. Any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated; I know it takes time to write a review so I really appreciate the ones I get! This one was a little harder for me to write so I am interested to see what you think about it, let me know. Oh, and I promise to reveal who is this Jasper Character soon, I promise!