Chapter 11

As Helena entered the kitchen she was bombarded with questions.

"Is she ok?"

"What's wrong?"

"How's Myka?"

Helena threw up her hands to silence everyone, "Myka is going to be ok."

Artie scrunched his face, "that's all you have to say, that she's going to be ok? What is going on? There was a gunshot in the Warehouse for heaven's sake!"

"Artie, calm down let her finish" Leena chimed in trying to defuse the situation before things got any worse.

"Thank you Leena." Helena knew it was time to tell the others what was really going on with Myka, it was her only hope of finding what or who did this Myka. Clearing her throat the Victorian continued, "I believe Myka has been affected by an artifact."

"What?!"

"How could she?"

"How do you know?"

Waiting for the questions to end Helena plowed on. "She has been experiencing these vivid dreams…"

"Dreams? What dreams?" Artie cut her off.

Taking a deep breath to refrain from glaring at Artie she continued, "As I was saying, the first night she dreamt about Sam…. about how she killed him."

The room went silent; the topic of Myka's old partner was never openly discussed out of respect for their fellow agent.

Artie finally broke the silence, "when did these dreams start?"

"While we were in Ohio, on the last night."

"Yeah it was pretty intense." The young tech wiz added, "I have never seen Myka like that."

"Myka has seemed a little off her game lately," Steve observed.

"What else has she seen?" Artie questioned. He knew how hard the loss of her partner was on Myka, they had never discussed it but he had read the reports. She had taken the loss very hard, as to be expected so naturally Artie was concerned.

"She first dreamt of Sam and Dickinson, and then she saw Sam while she was out jogging later that morning. This morning in the Warehouse she claims to of seen MacPherson."

"What? MacPherson?" Artie's head shot up to meet Helena's gaze, anything that concerned his late partner he took very personally. "But Sam, Dickenson, Macpherson, they are all…"

"Dead, yes" Helena finished his thought.

"Why didn't she say anything to us about this?" Pete asked, sounding hurt.

"She didn't want any of you to think she was crazy."

"I can respect that" Claudia said. "When I would mention my dreams about Joshua before we saved him, people thought I was crazy."

"Yeah but that's different Claud. It's us….," Pete pointed out.

"I assure you she did not mean to hurt you Peter; she is having a hard time accepting this on herself." Helena placed her hand over Pete's trying to comfort him.

"What were the dreams about?" Artie inquired.

"She didn't share much but she said Sam and Dickinson blamed her for their deaths. That their blood was on her hands."

"Poor Myka…." Claudia felt for her fellow agent.

"What about MacPherson?" Pete asked.

"He told her," Helena hesitated. She hated to revisit the mistakes she had made in the past, how she had hurt her new family, how she had hurt Myka.

"HG?" Steve called forcing her back to reality.

Helena knew she had to tell the others what MacPherson had said, it would help Myka and she would do anything in her power to help the woman she loved. Taking a deep breath she explained. "He told Myka that she was the reason he brought me back. He knew I would be able to gain her trust, win her over so I would be able to carry out his plans without a glitch. He told her she was the weakest member of the team and she should not have returned to the Warehouse, that she would be the death of us all."

The agents sat in silence allowing the information to sink in. Steve finally pulled everyone from their own thoughts back to the kitchen, "have you ever heard of an artifact that could do this Artie?"

"When would she have come in contact with it? We were with her the whole time," Pete pointed out.

"Well it had to be in Ohio right? And the dreams started on Friday you said? So it must have been some time during the day?" Leena asked.

Artie leaned against the wall, eyes to the floor trying to run through his internal inventory list trying to find the right artifact. There were hundreds of artifacts that could cause these symptoms, he needed more information. Pushing up from the wall he turned back to Helena to ask her the first of many questions when a scream ripped through the B&B followed by the sound of shattering glass.

"Myka!" Pete yelled as he sprinted upstairs quickly followed by the other agents.

Helena arrived at the door first pulling on the door knob, it was locked. "Myka, open the door!" She pounded on the wood that separated her from Myka; she should never have left her alone.

"Move HG," Pete pushed her out of the way so he could stand squarely in front of the door. "Stand back Myka, I'm breaking down the door." Pete took a step back and rammed his shoulder into the door two times before it gave way and swung open. Helena pushed her way in and froze when she saw a hysterical Myka crying on the floor surrounded by broken glass, blood covering her hands.


As soon as Helena had closed the bathroom door, anxiety gripped at Myka's chest. She peeked over the edge of the tub searching the room to reassure herself that she was actually in fact alone.

"You're ok Myka, keep it together" she whispered to herself.

Closing her eyes again she leaned back against the tub trying to relax, maybe it had been a mistake to not ask Helena to stay. Taking a deep breath Myka submerged herself under the water allowing the silence to swallow her. While underwater she opened her eyes watching the ripples spread over the water throughout the tub, slowly exhaling she watched the bubbles weave their way to the surface when she saw a shadow reflect off the water. Myka quickly sat up, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. "Helena?" She weakly called frantically searching the room, finding no one. Gripping the edge of the tub she pushed herself up and out onto her shaking legs. She was still too weak to stand so she grabbed the robe Helena had laid out for her wrapping it tightly around her body before sitting on the edge of the tub. She forced herself to scan the room again, "hello?" Something moved in the mirror, a shadow from something. Slowly she stands on her weak legs and steps towards the mirror, leaning heavily on the sink she stares into the mirror, finding nothing. Myka bends over splashing cold water on her face to try and reduce the burning in her cheeks. 'You're alone Myka, no one is in here. It's just in your head' she squeezes her eyes pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Myka"

Her eyes shoot open, she knows that voice. Body shaking, she slowly raises her head to look up into the mirror but instead she is looking into the face of her father.

"Dad?" She managed to choke out.

Crossing his arms he barked, "Shouldn't you be at work young lady?"

"I'm sick…dad what are you doing here?"

Ignoring her question her father went on, "that's no excuse! Your sister still goes into work even when she's sick."

She felt like she was sixteen all over again, "but dad I…."

"You're always making excuses Myka and frankly I am tired of it. You never take responsibility for anything you do. Seriously Myka your mistakes have killed people. That man, Sam, he died because of you."

"No dad you weren't there you don't know…"

"You trusted someone who almost destroyed the world Myka," he cut her off. "What kind of agent does that? I thought you were smart."

"Dad stop," Myka pleaded shaking her head.

"Dickinson was killed because you lied to him, why couldn't you tell him the truth? Your mother and I did not raise you to be a liar."

"Please…..stop," Myka closed her eyes as the tears fell.

"Look at me when I am talking to you Myka! You have been such a disappointment you know that? Ever since the day you were born."

"Stop it!" She yelled.

"I'll tell you like I told your mother, none of this would have happened if you were a boy."

Myka screamed slamming her fists into the mirror causing it to crack and break. She could feel the glass pierce her skin but she didn't care, she kept hitting it until there was nothing left. He was gone. Unable to hold herself up any longer she collapsed into a pile sobbing on the bathroom floor. She didn't know the rest of the team had come into the room until she heard Helena beside her.

"Myka," Helena whispered as she kneeled beside the broken agent, the others stood back at the door. Slowly she placed a hand on Myka's shoulder causing her to jump back.

"Myka, it's just me" she protested holding her hands up. Myka peered through the curtain her hair had created, her eyes blurry with tears. Helena reached out to Myka, "look at me darling."

How did she know this was the real Helena? Was she still seeing things? Pressing herself up against the wall of the bathroom the panic started to consume her, to choke her.

Pete kneeled next to Helena, "Myka just breathe."

Myka closed her eyes to trying to make the room stop spinning.

"You're ok Myka," Pete tried to soothe his friend.

She could hear all of them, Dickinson, MacPherson, her dad, Sam. Bringing her bloody hands up to cover her ears she begged, "Make them stop!" Her breathing was quick and uneven, it was too much: the voices were all screaming, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Black spots started to dance on the edges of her vision.

"Dude she's going to hyperventilate, do something!" Claudia screamed.

"Myka look at me love, please." Helena pleaded. Myka looked up into those beautiful eyes as the darkness took over. Then there was nothing. Only silence.

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