Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, just playing with them in my head. Bits and pieces are borrowed from the show and are not mine. Similarly for the songs that are used.

Notes: Deepest apologies for taking such a long time to update and for it being a pretty short chapter to boot. Haven't been writing in a while and may have gotten a little rusty so your reviews are always welcome and greatly appreciated.

I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen

And she left before I had the chance to say

The words that would mend the things that were broken

But now it's far too late she's gone away..

Weary and restless, she paced.

Moving back down along the hospital corridor, she bit on her lip; a habit she had evidently picked up from a certain younger agent. The thoughts and possibilities that swirled through her mind spared no weight onto her already heavy shoulders. Furthermore, that 'connection' they shared, which had seemed to work both ways not too long ago, felt dormant now, lifeless.

Arms folded across her chest, worry etched into every bit of her porcelain features, she shook the thoughts out of her head.

No. Not lif-lifeless. Just disconnected, asleep for now..

A few feet away, Pete sat; shoulders slumped, head leaning back against the wall. He had been watching her pacing down the corridor for the past half hour. He knew the bond that she shared with Myka was different, special even. He had actually known from the moment they met, that that right there something was forming, taking shape, invisible to the eye.

Glancing away, he brought his gaze up and stared at the ceiling. He understood Helena's need to pace. He was worried about Myka too. She was, not only his partner, but like a sister to him. He remembered the times she would nag at him, chided him for being such a child and even putting up with his nonsensical practical jokes. He could not bear the thought of losing her, let alone the thought of Helena, having just only gotten her back, to losing her again.

Snapping out of his reverie, he shut his eyes and sent a silent prayer.

The silence spoke volumes as a cloud of worry hung over them.

Steve had left the pair alone some time ago. He needed some air, the anxiety was suffocating. Having cleared his mind, he made his way back to them with two cups of coffee in hand. He was not surprised when he got back that the two of them were in the exact same position as he had left them.

Pete removed his gaze from the ceiling as he spotted Steve making his way back to them from the corner of his eyes. Helena still stood, pacing in the corridor, seemingly lost in thought again.

Approaching Pete first, Steve sat down momentarily beside him. Without a word, he extended his hand, offering a cup of coffee. Pete took the coffee and nodded in silent gratitude whereby Steve returned a nod in response. Steve caught Pete glancing worriedly at Helena before returning his attention back to him. The two of them shared a knowing, anxious look before Steve got up to approach Helena.

Steve caught Helena mid-turn as she paused to change the direction of her pacing. With her back still facing him, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder not wanting to startle her.

"Helena" he started, gesturing with the cup of coffee in his left hand, offering her to take it.

"Why don't you sit, take a break for a while.." he continued, seeing that she hadn't moved at all.

She glanced down briefly at the cup of coffee in his hands before returning her gaze to him.

"I… I don't know. M-my-myk.. She…"

"I know" Steve picked up where she had left off.

"It would probably be a while before we can see her. In the meantime, maybe you'd like to rest those legs?"

Helena bit her lip and thought about it. Finally, albeit still hesitant, she gave in. Taking the cup from Steve, she murmured her thanks and sat beside Pete.

An hour had pass since he came back from taking a breather. Myka was still in surgery and there were no new news as to her condition.

He stood, stretching his legs. "I'm just going to check in with Artie and Claud" he said quietly over to Helena who gave a small nod in acknowledgement.

Moving away from the other two agents, he Farnsworthed Artie.

"How's Myka?" came the immediate response from the other side.

"She's still in surgery.." was all Steve managed for he himself knew nothing else of it.

Artie nodded looking perturbed but slightly distracted as well.

"Artie? Is everything-.." Steve paused mid-sentence as Artie seemed to have not heard him.

"Artie? Artie?" Steve tried again.

"Wh-what? Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked if everything's okay over at the warehouse?"

"Ye-yeah.. Fine. We're fine, just a little still stuck in the warehouse but everything else is good."

"Stuck? You mean the warehouse is still under attack?" Steve queried in hushed tones, alarmed, looking over his shoulder, making sure the others hadn't heard.

"No, no. Claudia's talking Leena through disarming the canon, but it's much more complicated than we'd expected…"

"How's Pete and Helena holding up?" Artie asked instead, switching the subject back to them, not wanting to go into details about disarming the canon.

"They're… weary and worried, we all are. But we're holding up" Steve stated simply.

"That's g- hang in there. We'll be there as soon as we can get out of here."

Steve nodded and with that the conversation ended. He closed the Farnsworth and resumed his earlier position, sitting next to Helena.

Several hours passed. Finally someone emerges from the operating theatre, looking around. Seemingly finding whom he was looking for, face expressionless he moved towards them.

The agents scrambled to their feet.

"H-how.. How is she? How is Myka?" Helena stammered a little before regaining the composure she had left.

"Are you friends or relatives of Myka Bering?" he questioned, to make sure.

"W-we.." Pete tried.

"We're her family" Steve continued.

The man simply nodded.

"I'm sorry.."

Those first two words were all Helena heard as her thoughts raced and her heart hammered. It felt like her world came crashing down.

Every night you cry yourself to sleep

Thinking why does this happen to me?

Why does every moment have to be so hard?

Hard to believe it