Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters are the property of Syfy Network, the plot presented here is my own, and there may be disagreements about what is happening on the show. "Trust, Love, Relationship" is a non-profit fanfiction.

All mistakes are mine

"Helena!" – Myka screamed with a surprise tone. Helena smiled when she noticed the Myka's expected reaction was in fact realized. Helena heard the scream when she was entering in the hall and then following to the room where Myka was.

"Some problem?" – Helena said when she came into room, drinking a sip from the glass of gin and tonic. Myka was standing near from a table, pointing and making expressions of who did not understand anything.

"What is this?"

"This is an implicit invitation to dinner." – Helena said smiling. On the table were dishes, cutlery, glasses, and a sumptuous meal and an excellent bottle of wine.

"You did that?" – Myka asked looking Helena, and then to table.

"Yes, I wanted to thank you. And what better way to thank than a meal and an excellent bottle of wine?" – Myka laughed, still looking at the table.

"There are better ways to thanks, but of course, food is one of them. But no wine for you." – Myka said smiling.

"Feel free to sit and serve. And yes, no wine for me, I will continue to drink my gim and tonic, don't worry."

"I was expecting a direct order."

Myka walked to the table, passing her hand gently on the wooden table, noting that is a hardwood, well cared. She also noted the food by far seemed a fancy meal, but on close inspection, seems that it was simple food. She smiled noticing that Helena was approaching the table, putting her glass down.

It was a table for six people, but the dishes were side by side on the same side and around the plates the food spread, but all the food stayed within reach of hand, there is no need to get up the table to get something. Myka sat in the left chair, which was closest, and then Helena was also sitting. The purpose of Helena wasn't to make a romantic dinner, but a homemade dinner.

"I hope the food is of your liking"

"If you passed two centuries frozen in bronze, and still manages to do a perfect tea, so I have absolute certain that your food will be of my liking." – Myka put her right hand on the Helena's left hand, caressing it as she gave a smile looking Helena, taking advantage also to give a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Helena was the first to serve, taking the salad (which basically was leaves, brie cheese, almonds lightly toasted, accompanied by apricot sauce). It seemed to be a little sumptuous, but for the taste, was a simple game of tastes. Myka opened the wine while watching the graceful movement of Helena and served her glass. Only then, Helena server Myka, who made a surprise face when started to eat the salad, because she didn't think this salad had so many contrasts at once. Helena saw the reaction and laughed.

"This salad always causes that effect on people."

"Of course, appearances can be deceiving! This is really good."

"I thought you would enjoy." - Helen smiled while finalizing the salad.

Then the main dish was served: roasted salmon with mustard and passion fruit sauce, rice with mushrooms and tomatoes Provencal.

"I still can't believe you did it all alone." – Myka said as she took a sip of wine.

"I cook for pleasure, is what matters. I don't care how much or what I will cook, only matter that will give me pleasure." – Myka put the glass on table, approaching Helena.

"Thank you." – Myka kissed Helena.

"Who have to thank is me."

"You already thanked." – Myka said smiling, watching Helena take a forkful to his mouth. After her have finished chewing, looked at Myka.

"Myka, can I ask something?" – Helena said, looking into the Myka's eye. Myka was also watching Helena, feeling her heart racing. Myka felt some muscles become tense, not knowing the type of question, or if it was something bad, didn't want the moment ruined. She nodded, feeling her heart racing a little.

"I don't know how to ask, but..." – Helena breathed deeply before continue, - "Would you like to be my girlfriend? I don't want our relationship as something indefinite. I want to be a part of an established relationship." – Myka laughed, noticing that it was a predictable question, but not crossed her mind.

"Something wrong?" – Helena didn't understand why Myka was laughing.

"Nothing wrong, I was imagining something much more worrisome, because you started calling me of darling, and stopped calling me by name. That's all."

"If you think we're going too fast, please tell. I don't want to rush or something, if you want to take it slowly, we will…"

Myka putted her hand in Helena's face, caressing it.

"We aren't going too fast, I love you and only this matter. Of course I want to be your girlfriend."

Helena took a deep breath, feeling relieved, and then Myka smiled.

"You were really worried that I reject you?" – Myka asked still stroking her face.

"I admit that yes. I didn't know what would be your reaction." – Helena said looking Myka.

"Do not worry about my reactions, the most that can happen is I get a time to understand." – Myka took the hand of Helena's face, back to eating.

"I love you too." – Helena said watching Myka eating and smiled as she chewed.

"You cook very well."

"In my time, women should know how to cook and other domestic chores."

"Thankfully, the times are different."

"You don't know cook?" – Helena was a surprise expression.

"Just things to survive, which means omelets and sandwiches."

"I can't believe it. Are serious even you have any idea how to cook?" – Myka laughed and motioned negative her head.

"Believe it or not, but I'm a woman who is away from the kitchen, but is near a table with food. There is a little resemblance between me and Pete."

"I will teach a few things, I refuse not to teach my girlfriend to cook!"

"Good luck, because you aren't the first person who try to teach me." – Myka laughed, remembering of her parents trying to teach cook something more decent, during her childhood and adolescence, burning any and every try.

"I accept the challenge." – Helena smiled.

Both finished eating, with some repetition, but without dessert that would be for another opportunity. Myka quickly took the dishes, taking them to the kitchen, while Helena was putting the food in the refrigerator. Myka was washing the dishes quickly when Helena looked at the time, noting that it was fairly late.

"You don't want to pass the night here? It's a little late and you drank."

"Yeah, I think so, if you don't mind." – Myka looked back, without turning the body, seeing Helena approaching; Helena embraced her from behind, kissing her on the side of the neck, causing Myka's body slightly.

"I wouldn't bother, you can spend the night here whenever you want. We can still stretch the night, and go to the garden, to watch the stars. And with a glass of wine for you if you want."

"The idea looks nice, and please, a glass of wine for me. And thanks for giving me a free pass." – Myka finished arranging the dishes to dry, turning then to leave the kitchen followed by Helena.

Both went to the garden where had a kiosk with wide view of the sky with a set of chairs, sofas and a hammock around a central low table. Along the way, Helena had taken the Myka's glass and the wine bottle, also a blanket, as well as the kiosk is open and the temperature had fallen, so might get cold. She put the glass and the bottle on the table, while Myka sit on the only sofa that would fit both, sitting facing each other. Helena covered Myka with the blanket as she straightened; covering them as well, only then Myka took the glass, which was already fairly full.

"Your view is spectacular. You made a great decision in buy this house!"

"Thanks, darling. Whenever I'm here, I'm always here a few minutes looking at the sky. It always inspires me, and made me reflect on some things. And it was here that I wrote most of the War of the Worlds." – Helena said, looking at the sky, which was still full of stars.

"You really wrote most of War of the Worlds here? I can't believe it."

"Believe it or not, but this house is almost my age. If we still can continue to count my age." – Helena smiled. Myka returned to observe the sky.

"You ever had any experiences with woman?" – Helena asked, breaking the silence that had been established there, and Myka blushed slightly.

"Honestly, I never imagined anything with women. The most far I imagined was friendship."

"But you never had desires?"

"Not that I remember. I wasn't the kind of girl who used to pay attention in person, or was interested in a relationship more lasting. I was only interested in surviving the high school and college." – Myka said as she remembered the old days.

"So, I'm your first woman?" – Myka nodded.

"I'm proud of being your first." – Myka smiled looking Helena.

"And you? Lot of experiences?" – Helena laughed.

"More than the acceptable in my time. I always preferred women than men."

"And what about your family?"

"My family has always pretended that they knew nothing, although some of my cases have caused some scandal in my house." - Helen looked at the sky, wondering where his family would be, also Christina. She made a mechanical gesture of touching her necklace.

"Sorry, it wasn't my intention to make you remember her." – Myka said with a regretful tone.

"Don't worry about this. The memories will come earlier or later."

They continued to talk for a while, and have some laughs while chatting. They talked about everything, from books to music. Soon they were starting to get tired, so decided to go to bed before sleep there.

Both went into the house, then up the stairs. Helena led Myka by the corridor until they reach the end of the corridor.

"This is my room…" – Helena stopped at the door.

"Any problem?"

"No, just that no woman but myself entered this room."

"Oh… If you want, I'll sleep in the guest room. I see no problems."

"No, you will sleep with me. I have no problem sharing a bed. Just makes a lot of time since the last time I divided a bed."

"If you've forgotten, we shared a bed last week." – Myka made an expression of who was doing an irony.

"Not in that meaning, Myka."

"Oh… Okay."

Helena opened the door, letting Myka enter. The room was relatively large, but well decorated. It had an attached bathroom and a desk with a typewriter in one corner. The bed is a king size, but didn't have many details that attract attention. Helena was looking Myka know the room, while she walked to wardrobe. She took a shirt and a lightweight pants, offering to Myka, who accepted immediately going to bathroom to change. Helena sat in the chair next to her desk, waiting Myka.

A few minutes later, it was time for Helena to change. Myka decided to settle down in bed, waiting for Helena, who quickly changed. Helena had a smile to realize that Myka was on the right side of the bed, remembering the night they shared the bed. She settled in bed, giving a kiss on Myka, and then hugged her, wishing good night.

xxx Next Day xxx

Myka woke up feeling the lack of a body at her side, while changing the position. She didn't know what time it was, but knew that Helena wasn't at her side. She thought that Helena woke up to solve something, so she went back to sleep.

Shortly after, Helena was kissing Myka's face, trying to wake her, but also risked giving kisses on the mouth, and neck.

"This is a provocative way to wake me. But delicious." –Myka said before kissing Helena.

"Good morning, darling. I made breakfast for you, but you're sleepy, so I brought here." – Helena said pointing to the tray that rested on the desk.

"That way, I'll be a spoiled woman."

"So you will" – Helena smiled, then kissed Myka.

A/N

I know that I said the next chapter would only come on Wednesday, but I was really bored, so I translated the chapter.

Finally, we're making progress, huh?