My Own Darkest Villain
WRITTEN BY: WHAT SUBTEXT?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTORS ALL RIGHTS TO WAREHOUSE 13 CREATORS
PAIRING: MYKA/HG WELLS FEMSLASH ROMANCE
RAITING: MATURE
PROOF READ BY: Aynot.
Confessions part 2 (Paris revisited)
All eyes were on Helena. She was more than used to being the centre of attention but all of the people in this room harboured ill feeling towards her. The look she was more accustomed to seeing in her audience's eyes was genuine admiration or sexual desire.
She could have just told Rebecca where Prokop's Knife was. She was being selfish and had wanted Myka to see who she used to be and what the bronzer had took from her. Perhaps in a way she wanted to know just how deep Myka's feelings were for her. The fact that Myka still wanted her after seeing what she had done to Prokop answered that question. Asking Myka how she felt was far too simple for the complex creature that is Helena Wells. Artie was more than accurate when calling her reckless and a danger to others.
Helena told her side of things. She had discovered a gap in Sophie's memory, 22hrs and 19 minutes to be exact. One of the men that had assisted Prokop had been caught before Helena could exact her revenge on him. He described how Sophie had fought Prokop off. Helena recognised the fighting style to be Kempo, a fighting style she favoured. Helena just knew that she had somehow found a way to travel back in time. Time travel was a topic she had researched endlessly. Over the next couple of months she threw all of her energy into building the time machine Pete and Myka had used. This isolated Charles and Sophie, Helena was pushing them away. Sophie was affected the most as she did not get any support or affection from Helena. Helena did not notice Sophie take a downward spiral into the pits of despair. She had lost Helena as well as Christina on the day of the murder.
Helena found she could not prevent Christina's murder and this painful fact sent her into a more diminished state of mind. She remained obsessed with looking for an artefact that may save or resurrect Christina. But it was not meant to be. The death of her fellow Agent prompted the Regents to suspend her, and Helena then asked to be bronzed. She hoped to awaken in a better world. The Bronzer had become a time machine of sorts.
Artie listened intently. He already knew a lot of what Helena said to be true. The Regents were not the type of people to keep poor records, her past was all documented. Myka believed every word and Pete thought Helena was being more open than ever before, this relaxed him greatly. Artie noticed Prokop's knife was missing from Helena's confessions.
He wanted an answer.
"Where is Prokop's knife?"
Helena turned to face him.
"It's with Christina; it's inside her casket in Paris."
Helena was not lying. She would retrieve the Artefact herself if Artie wished it. She felt guilty for sending Pete and Myka back through time on a fool's errand. Pushing Myka away was also no longer something she wanted to do. Helena had felt nothing but cold hearted hatred for the world when she was bronzed. She had more than enough time to think up her revenge. Her plan was to bring the entire planet to its knees, she knew of the existence of several different artefacts that could assist her. She would quite often rant at Sophie; the young girl was not able to talk Helena down from her apocalyptic plans. These dark twisted thoughts manifested themselves in the shadows that haunted Helena. They were a created from within her own soul. Helena allowed the shadows to take over at times, her recent assault on Myka was too much though; and possibly the only time she had fought back against them. Helena could not deny that she was falling for Myka.
The shadows would mock Helena frequently, appearing as the people she loved at times. The cruellest glamour was Christina, blaming her for not protecting her. Charles was also used to goad her. His expression was that of disappointment and shame. Helena was intelligent enough to know that these apparitions were born from within herself. She should have stopped Prokop she should have been a better sister to Charles, who had his own problems. She should have cared more for Sophie, another face the shadows would wear. What had happened to Sophie Helena did not know? Perhaps she should allow Claudia to research her. Helena was an inherently selfish woman at times. She could not allow the shadows to claim her again in Myka's presence.
Artie made his plan clear to all. Helena was to return Paris with himself and Pete. Myka was to stay at the Warehouse with Claudia. Myka protested but Helena thought it a good idea. She needed some space from Myka after the assault in the bedroom.
Helena and Artie were all packed to head for Paris and only waiting for Pete to organise himself. Helena approached Myka who stood sulking next to Claudia. Claudia wanted to hug Myka herself, she looked so sad that Helena was leaving. Helena placed her arms around the taller Myka and kissed her on the mouth slowly, parting Myka's lips with her tongue. Claudia pretended to do something with the computer at the desk; Artie looked on with a suspicious father's eye. Helena did not kiss Myka for the show of it, she could not help herself. Myka spoke first when the kiss ended.
"Please tell me you're coming back?" Myka pressed her forehead to Helena's
"Of course I'm coming back, stop being silly."
Myka held on tightly to Helena, she did not want her to go. Helena felt the anxiety seeping from Myka, Helena's kiss had not been enough to settle her nerves.
"Artie will be with me at all times, I doubt he will let me out of his sight." Helena laughed.
"I'm not convinced you're safe with Artie?"
"You know that's not true. Artie is only looking out for you."
Helena released herself from Myka and passed a piece of folded up paper to Claudia, who looked puzzled when taking it from Helena's hand.
"Perhaps you would keep Myka occupied whilst I'm away." Helena walked back to Artie.
Myka watched as the three most important people in her life walked out of the front door of the B&B.
Claudia unfolded the piece of paper and Myka looked over Claudia's shoulder to what Helena had given her. Written in the most beautiful handwriting was:
Sophie Anne James, Born 1875, Lewisham (Greater London.)
Myka snatched the paper from a still puzzled Claudia.
Myka spent several minutes explaining who the name on the paper belonged to. Claudia loved her hacking sprees and research was her favourite mode, but she wondered what Myka would get from this?
"I want Helena to have closure." Myka truly felt this
"Listen Myka, are you sure we should take this trip down memory lane?" Claudia was unsure.
"It will be fine Claudia, trust me."
Claudia then became excited at the prospect of playing detective.
"Ok, give me that piece of paper."
The flight from Rapid City South Dakota to Charles de Gaulle, Paris had been a long haul. Helena was tired and found Airplanes to be just as unsettling as motor cars. She was impressed with the advances man had made. Her trips across the Atlantic had taken days by boat in the nineteenth century. Artie and Pete were just as drained. Pete hailed a cab and Artie and Helena slipped in the back. Helena gave the cab driver an address and prayed Christina's casket had been cared for as she had wished. Charles would not have let Christina's memory fade. Who would still care for Christina's memorial now she did not know?
Artie spoke to Helena for the first time since leaving the states.
"Don't even think about trying anything, Miss."
Helena looked at him sharply on hearing that word. She worried she had made a mistake in letting Claudia research Sophie. She did not answer Artie and went back to looking out of the window at Paris. She did not recognise any of her surroundings. They quickly arrived at the mausoleum.
Back at the B&B
Claudia sat at the P.C in her room. Myka sat on a spare chair close up to Claudia to see the screen. Claudia was truly a goddess of the cyber realm. She had searched censor records, town hall records, and even hacked into Scotland Yard. She shared her findings with Myka.
Sophie Anne James was born into a poor family that lived outside of the centre of London. She was an only child and her parents died when she was young. She spent all of her child hood in a work house but promptly left when turning 15. She had worked for one prominent family as a housekeeper. Sophie was then taken on under the employment of Herbert George Wells in the summer of 1890, as a nanny. Myka quickly did the math, that was the year Christina was born.
Claudia stopped at that point, Myka looked at her expression.
"What's wrong Claudia?"
"I'm not so sure you want to hear the rest."
Myka urged her to continue.
Sophie Anne James was under the care of a Doctor Clark. He was the Wells family doctor. She had attempted to take her own life on several separate occasions. Doctor Clark concluded her to be mad and she was institutionalized in late December, 1900. She was sent to the Earlswood Asylum. There were no other records of her after that date.
Myka looked heartbroken, Claudia spoke softly to her.
"Myka, people who went in that place, they didn't come back out."
"What date did she die?"
"I can't find a death certificate; I found one for Charles, 1946."
"What about Helena?" Myka looked more focused now.
"What about Helena?"
"Well, she was a person, cant we look her up as well?"
Claudia hadn't thought to look up Helena. She tapped rapidly at the keys and Myka watched several different screens open and close before her eyes. The message UNAUTHOIRSED ACCESS appeared often, but Claudia got easily around that.
Claudia shared her findings again.
Helena was born in 1866, There were no other siblings aside from Charles. Claudia laughed out loud at the next part. Helena Wells was a spinster and notorious socialite. Claudia frowned as she continued. Miss Helena Wells date and cause of death was dated 1899, Suicide from London Bridge. No body was recovered. Charles was interviewed by Scotland Yard, but released with no charge.
Myka processed everything. She knew Helena's true genius was hidden from the world. But the fake death certificate and phony suicide, who was behind all that? Myka did not know how Helena would react on hearing of Sophie's sad demise either. Myka herself felt slight anguish. It was only days for her since she had met her. Claudia ran her hands through her own hair and was perplexed at the findings also.
Back in Paris.
Helena located Christina's casket. Pete and Artie opened the crypt's door and slid the casket out. Helena froze and went paler than usual. Artie noticed her reaction. Artie did not trust Helena but he did believe her pain over Christina to be real. He even appreciated the need for genius like Helena to try going back in time and save her. Artie spoke with honest concern in his voice to Helena.
"Why don't you stand out of the way while Pete and I open this?"
Helena was not a coward.
"Thank you for your kindness, but my child is no longer on this earth. Inside that coffin lies only dust and bone."
"Are you sure Helena?"
Helena nodded and assisted Pete and Artie in breaking the seal on Christina's coffin. The body was there but no artefact. Artie turned to Helena who looked shocked herself.
Artie had no time for games; he raised his voice to Helena.
"Where the hell is the artifact? I warned you not to try anything Wells."
Helena brought her own voice to a whisper.
"Would you please show some respect."
Artie felt embarrassed. Helena was actually much older than he was and he felt as if he was being told off. He lowered his voice.
"I'm sorry, but where is it?"
"It should be here; this is where I hid it."
Helena walked off leaving Artie and Pete to return the Casket to the crypt, Artie shouted after her.
Back at the B&B
Myka sat staring at an old picture of the Earlswood Asylum. It looked beyond creepy. Myka read up on the various "treatments" that were conducted there and cringed. Claudia thought of Arkham Asylum immediately. She imagined villains like the Joker and Scarecrow screaming from within. Her own time in the nut house was a ride in the park compared to what the Victorians put patients through. She felt sorry for this young girl that had seemingly ended her life there.
The Farnsworth buzzing made them both jump.
Mrs Frederic's face appeared. She had worrying news. Agents Kosan and Valda were missing. Mrs Frederic had her driver take her to the diner that the Regents met, only to find three of them dead. They had been turned to stone. Mrs Frederic suspected they had been dead for several days if not weeks. Someone was picking off Regents.
Myka heart stopped when Mrs Frederic asked where Helena was. Myka refused to believe Helena had killed the Regents. Claudia and Ms Frederic disagreed.
Back in Paris
Artie and Pete had returned Christina to her resting place and searched for Helena. They found her sat on a bench in a local park. Pete was surprised she hadn't run. Arties Farnsworth buzzed and he walked away to take the call. Pete sat with Helena; she looked so sad and lost. He tried to comfort her.
"I think you buried Christina in a beautiful place."
Helena could not respond for fear of crying. She just nodded back thanking him for the compliment. Helena could not figure out why the Artefact was missing? Only she and Charles could authorise access to Christina's body. She would have to research her family's estate when returning to the Warehouse. Before she could think further ahead, Artie approached pointing a gun at her.
"Agent Wells you are to be relieved of duty. Pete, cuff her."
Pete stood and caught the cuffs Artie threw at him. They were not the type of cuffs you used on regular criminals. Pete thought they looked like an artefact. Artie really did take every precaution with Helena.
"Artie, what has she done?"
Artie told Pete of the charges and the deaths of three Regents and the missing Agents Kosan and Valda. Helena stood and raised her hands. She had to think fast. She was not guilty of the crimes but she knew Artie would not believe her. The Regents would not believe her. She prayed Myka would, Helena had no choice but to run.
She grabbed Pete's Tesla from him and fired it at both of them, stunning them only. Helena ran, where she was going she did know? She would not be bronzed again, not for crimes she did not commit. Helena disappeared into the busy streets Of Paris. The Farnsworth buzzed at the side of an unconscious Artie and Pete.
Myka paced up and down at the B&B. Mrs Frederic was now there in person. Myka didn't want Helena to be guilty. She was in love with her and couldn't stomach her taking revenge again so brutally. Myka was a good person and she thought she could teach Helena how to be as good as she once was. The anger she had seen on the mention of Prokop's name had frighten her, and Helena assaulting her was unacceptable, even if she had apologised. Domestic violence was not to be tolerated in Myka's mind. She began to see less reason to trust Helena.
Mrs Frederic approached both Claudia and Myka, her face as stern as ever. Mrs Frederic was a worldly woman; she knew Myka was in love with the notorious HG Wells.
"Agent Bering, there are some facts you need to know about HG Wells and the bronze sector. I advise you to sit down."