'Do you have a key?' Myka looked up at the old wooden front door to Helena's stately home.

'Uh…huh…it's around here somewhere.' Helena's voice was muffled in the depths of an old shed. 'Ah aha! Got it.' The actress climbed out of the rubble covered in cobwebs.

Myka giggled and carefully picked the light grey cotton like material out of Helena's jet black hair. 'You look so cute all covered in spiders.' The brunette sarcastically remarked shivering at the thought of spotting one of the eight legged creatures.

'What have you got against spiders?' Helena laughed brushing herself down.

'They're just so creepy and icky.' Myka felt a tickle and checked the back of her hands.

'You're too cute Bering.' The actress smiled at the brunette's terrified face while she pushed the key into the old lock and opened her old family homes door.

Creaking, the heavy wooden barrier swung on its hinges allowing the two women a good view of the hallway and dining room, with white dust sheets strewn around, the house looked almost clinical.

'I'm sorry it's a little cold.' Helena opened a cupboard to their right and disappeared inside. A few seconds later the house clicked into life as the boiler started and began the slow process of heating up the house.

'What are you doing?' Helena snuck up behind Myka currently peaking beneath a sheet and wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist.

'Christ. You scared me.' The brunette leaned into Helena's warmth and held a hand to her thumping chest. 'I was looking at this handsome piano. It's been beautifully built. The carvings they are so unusual.' Myka pulled back the corner of the sheet again and pointed to an intricate maze of stars and planets.

'It's one of kind , you won't find another like it.' Helena watched Myka's gleeful eyes as she took in her surroundings.

'It's so unusual, where is it from?'

Helena rested her chin on Myka's shoulder from behind. ' I made it.'

'You what?'

'I made it.' The actress stood back and smiled shyly.

'It's stunning.' Myka whipped off the rest of the cover. 'Absolutely stunning.' The brunette turned to face the actress.

'There really is more to you than meets the eye isn't there.' The museum curator brushed Helena's now dusty hair off of her forehead and out of her eyes.

The actress shrugged a little unsure how she should respond. ' I would hate to be an open book.'

'You are so far from that! The first thing I thought was how dark and mysterious you are…. it's very sexy. That brain of yours! It can do so much though.' Myka brushed the pads of her fingertips along Helena's temples. ' I love your mind. You must be very intelligent.'

'Stop darling you will make me blush.'

'I mean it. You're smarter than the average smart person. What made you become an actress? I mean you could do anything.' Myka let go of Helena to study the musical instrument more closely.

'My parents always liked theatre. I guess they just wanted me to be their own little star.'

'Well you certainly became that, maybe not 'little' though! You're world famous.' Myka looked under the piano and found solid bronze pedals.

'Truthfully…. I always wanted to be an inventor or explorer. I used to write adventure story after adventure story in-between acting classes, in waiting rooms, sneakily under the dining room table, whenever I could I would escape to a fantasy world more daring that my own.' Helena copied Myka's earlier moves and touched her fingertips to the carvings along the side of the piano. ' I made this for my brother. He loved music…music and star gazing. I used to write him stories about us travelling to the stars in a rocket I built in our cellar.'

'Lucky brother. My sister pretty much never bothered with me. Where is your brother now and more importantly why has he left your beautiful gift here to gather dust?' Myka hit a key and the sound rung around the almost empty room.

Helena sat on the piano stool, the heat of the day and high emotions were now beginning to take its toll. ' He died...they all died together. It was a car accident nearby.'

'My God ….. Helena i am so sorry. I would never have brought attention to this if I had realised. Let me cover it again. I'm so nosey I should learn to keep my mouth shut.'

'Wait.' Helena stopped the sheet from being pulled up and over the instrument. 'Don't be sorry. It's nice to remember the good things. I've shut it out for so long.' Helena looked up to the ceiling. She could still see the spot where her and her brother Charles and thrown a fire cracker next to the light shade. 'I immersed myself in work, really became HG Wells. It's so easy to lose yourself in the limelight. It's like although I was on display to the world my true life and identity were hidden a…. I haven't turned around since. Well until now. Thanks to you Myka Bering. '

'I don't know what to say accept give my sincere apologies. I'm sorry for suggesting you bring me here...I hadn't realised. ' Myka looked to the floor.

'No darling. You misunderstand. I'm happy to be back. You deserve thanks and praise not apologies. I should have come back home a long time ago. I had forgotten the happy memories, when really this house is filled with them.' Helena held out her hand for the brunette and pulled her down to sit on her lap. 'I knew you were something special and you really are. '

'Me. No. You. Definitely .' Myka leaned in for a kiss.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion Helena looked away to hide a stray tear. ' Bloody countryside setting off my hayfever.' The actress looked to the ceiling hoping to dry her eyes. 'Right.' She had to move, change the subject, and get back to being jolly. 'Shall we decide where to camp down for the night, without electricity it'll get dark quicker than you think out here.'

...

After a quick selection of the best bottle of vintage red wine from the cellar Helena grabbed an old box of candles from the pantry and guided Myka towards her old room.

'This is where is spent my days as child.' Helena pushed open the oak door and revealed a Victorian style room. The furniture was all rich browns, a colourful patchwork mattress covering the four post bed . On the far wall there's shelves piled high with books, on the wall to the left not a bit of paint can be seen through the numerous of drawings and diagrams pinned above a large desk.

Myka wandered around the edges of the room taking in every detail. Strewn across an ottoman at the end of the high bed lay half a dozen journals with homemade front covers. The historian read the labels, ' What a girl needs for Time Travel', 'Charles and the Ugly Martian' , 'Fight for Freedom a Tale Amongst the Stars.' Myka opened a few pages and run her fingertips over the young loopy handwriting.

'Oh no. I didn't know they were out.' Helena lit a candle and poured the wine into two Crystal glasses.

' How old were you when wrote this ?' Myks furrowed her brow as she scanned through a couple of pages.

'Those…. probably about eleven. I had a vivid imagination. My mother was always telling me to get my head out of the clouds...but when Charles and I got together. Well. There was no stopping us. One day I actually convinced us both that we had gone back in time by a whole week.' Helena laughed lightly and offered a drink to the brunette.

'Cheers.' Silently both women took a sip of the rich liquid gazing over the rims of their glass at the other.

'This has been a breath taking day Helena. Thank you so much. '

'Thank you for accompanying me. ' Helena tilted her glass in Myka's direction.

In the silence of the vast house in the middle of the open countryside you could have heard a pin drop as the women sat on the edge of the bed in a companiable silence. Myka quickly polished of her drink hoping the actress couldn't hear how hard her heart was beating.

Pouring out another glass of red, Helena closed her eyes as she faced away from Myka. How was she going to get through another night of this? In the glow of the soft candle light Myka Bering lit up the room. Helena took a gulp of the fresh wine and handed another back to the brunette.

' We should probably try getting some sleep at some point soon.' Helena casually looked at her watch. 'I don't have much here. ' The actress pulled open a drawer and grabbed some of her old work shirts. ' This is probably the best I have to sleep in.'

'Anything will be fine.' Myka blushed the alcohol starting to make her legs tingle.

The actress passed over the shirt turned around and began to undo her jeans. Myka gasped as she realised Helena was not leaving the room to get ready for bed.

Jeans down Helena smiled to herself; she could practically feel the heat of Myka's eyes on her back as they bore into her. Purposefully slow the actress dragged her vest top over her hips and up her body.

Myka couldn't believe her eyes. Helena was almost naked in front of her. The actress had a perfectly toned petite body… suddenly the raven haired woman dropped the vest top and unhooked her bra , without realising Myka inadvertently leaned forward trying to see more in the mirror. Helena reached out for the plain white baggy shirt, slipped it over head and Myka's trance was broken.

'There that'll do I suppose don't you think ?' The actress turned playfully posing for the historian who could only gulp a nod in reply. Helena looked beautiful. So natural and crisp in the plain shirt and midnight hair cascading around her shoulders.

The actress smiled, she could see the affect she was having on the museum curator. 'Excuse me a moment. I shall make my leave for a few minutes while you get ready yourself.'

Helena exited the bedroom and slumped back against the door her heart racing.

Biting her lip, quickly Myka changed and got beneath the duvet of the four post bed. Cradling her half glass of wine Myka snuggled back against the fresh pillows Helena had piled up along the head board.

Gently the actress tapped on the door and carefully entered keeping her eyes to the ground should she need to protect Myka's modesty.

' I'm all done.' Myka grinned finishing the last drop of delicious red liquid.

' So.' Helena swung an arm and finished off her own wine. A little nervously the actress placed her glass on the side and knelt on the floor by the museum curator. 'Thank you again for making me come here.'

'You did it Helena. I didn't even know we were coming here. ' Myka smiled sweetly.

' Yes but you inspired me. 'The actress ran her hand along the historians duvet covered thigh.

' I'm so pleased you did, today has been lovely.'

'You're turn next though darling. I think it's only fair I get to visit the life of Myka Bering.' Helena smiled as she saw Myka's eyes light up.

'I would love that. The only thing is if you want to see where i grew up we might have to go for a week. Can't really pop to the US and back in a day. '

'This plan is getting better and better.' Helena squeezed the historian's hand and leaned in for a quick kiss.

Pulling a blanket from her left Helena lay down onto the hard floorboards. The three pillows weren't going to be much use, the cold floors was seeping into Helena's back within seconds.

'Sweetie. You really don't have to sleep down there.' Myka leaned over the bed and peered down at the actress. 'There's plenty of room in here.'

Helena contemplated saying yes.

'Darling I fear I shall not be able to control myself within such close proximity. It's safer I stay down here. '

'What if like living dangerously? ' Myka grinned as Helena's eyes flew back open.

The actresses reminded herself of earlier and pinned herself on the ground. ' Don't tempt me darling. '

Myka lay back her chest thudding. Helena was so thoughtful but the historian still felt torn whether to leave the other woman where she was or drag her into the bed.

The museum curator turned onto her side and ran her hand under the pillow.

' Helena ?'

The actress hummed her acknowledgement.

' What the heck is this long thing?' Myka held up a 12inch smooth of object.

'Sorry darling I forgot that was there.' Helena spoke nonchalantly while Myka blushed bright red.

Helena sat up and spotted the historians tinted cheeks. 'Myka Bering you saucy minx. It's not what you're thinking. It's my attempt at a sonic screwdriver. Just press the end and you will see. '

Myka turned the object in her hands and pressed a notch on the end. Sure enough the opposite end sprung into live and four more prongs appeared.

'What the hell is a sonic screwdriver?' Myka looked perturbed at the object.

Helena let herself fall back to the floor with a thud. 'Darling. I really am going to have to educate you in the ways of time travel aren't I?'

'This has something to do with time travel?' The historian placed the strange toy on the side.

'Of course, nobody can travel through space and time without one. It's your best friend and most handy tool.' Helena grinned up at Myka's confused face.

'You know how I said you were extraordinarily intelligent….I'm wondering if crazy is more appropriate.' Myka threw a pillow down at Helena's smug face.

Both laughing, unbeknownst to the other the women settled into the same position. Lying on their backs they held both hands to their chests listening to the rhythm thundering beneath their rib cages. After 15 minutes of silence, darkness falling around them, Myka and Helena lay stoic, their eyes wide open, ears honed in and listening the chaste breaths of the other.

Myka was the first to break the silence. 'Helena?'

'Yes darling?'

'Are you still awake?'

'Well if I'm not I'm very impressed with the conversation I'm holding.'

The historian rolled her eyes.

Helena sat up looking towards the bed. In the new darkened lighting she could just make out Myka's form. 'I'm sorry darling. Yes I am awake. Is everything ok?'

'I uhhh… Yes.' Myka paused. Another minute of silence ensued. Helena was about to lie down when the brunette spoke agan.

'Don't.'

'Don't what?' Helena rubbed her brow confused.

Myka held her breath hoping she would not be denied. She understood why Helena was wary after her episode earlier but she wanted to be close to the actress more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She was going to take the plunge.

'Don't lie back down. I want you here with me ….Please.'