A/N: I'm terribly, terribly sorry for the unannounced hiatus! I feel so bad! I'm currently a little busy with school and an internship and various clubs, but since I'm somewhat back on a schedule, I will try to make a little bit of time to write and never leave you for that long again. I'm sorry. Thanks for being patient. I love you.

Chapter Fourteen

Helena's arm healed slowly, but the group continued traveling and killing zombies. Myka was extra protective over her, though, always putting herself in unnecessary danger to protect Helena, although she was perfectly capable of protecting herself. At least, that's what she would always insist. But that didn't stop Myka, and she usually came out unscathed.

Usually.

But eventually Myka ended up with a sprained wrist, possibly bruised ribs, and a cut on her forehead.

"I could've handled that myself," Helena muttered as she cleaned the cut on Myka's face. "If you hadn't tried to jump in and be the hero again, you wouldn't have tripped over the zombie I killed and fallen down that hill."

Myka pouted. "I didn't mean to fall."

"I know, dear."

The sun was going down so the group decided to stop and rest for the night. As Helena finished patching up Myka, Pete distributed some food and started a fire.

They all sat around the fire, eating whatever dried food Pete had for them today, all the tastes started to blur together after a while. "You know what I miss?" Myka said, staring into the dancing flames. "S'mores."

"Man, I would give anything to have some marshmallows to toast right now," Pete agreed.

"And chocolate that will just melt in your mouth," Helena added.

"Mmm…" Myka licked her lips, thinking about the delicious taste. They continued their playful chatter until the fire grew dim and the stars shone in the sky. Pete stomped on the last of the embers so a spark wouldn't ignite in the middle of the night and the three of them went to sleep. Myka and Helena continued to sleep together; after getting on each other's nerves the first few weeks of knowing each other, they didn't want to spend much time apart now that they were together.

Myka couldn't wrap her arms around Helena because of her sprained wrist, but Helena curled up into her side. Sleep came so easily when they were together, Myka figured that was probably why she could never get any sleep before, because Helena wasn't with her. She smiled in content as she felt the smaller woman's warm breath on her neck and let herself drift off to sleep.

The next morning Myka was awake before the sun was up, as usual. She sat up and reached for her water bottle to take a drink, but as she brought it up to her lips, she accidentally spilled water on herself and on Helena, who was still asleep.

Helena yelped as the shock startled her awake.

"Sorry!" Myka quickly apologized, trying to wipe some of the water off her.

The commotion is what woke Pete. "What's going on?" He asked sleepily.

"There's a towel in my backpack," Helena muttered, closing her eyes again. Myka nodded and reached for Helena's backpack. She zipped it open and searched for the towel, but before she found it, she came across a few papers. There was a design for some sort of machine on them.

"Um, Helena?" she asked. "What are these?"

"Hm?" Helena turned her head to see what Myka was talking about. Myka waved the papers she had found. "Oh, just schematics for this…bomb of sorts. It's not really a bomb, but that's the best way to describe it." Helena sighed and sat up, giving up on trying to go back to sleep.

"What does it do?" Pete asked. His attention perked up when he heard bomb. Weapons of mass destruction were always fun.

"Well, I came up with it when I was working back in England," Helena explained with a yawn. "I did a lot of studying of the zombies and discovered this chemical that could neutralize the bacteria that was keeping them alive. So I designed a way to release that chemical—a bomb of sorts—and kill a large amount of zombies at a time, without harming any humans. My brother is the one who built the actual machine. It was how we took back London."

"Wait a minute," Pete said, standing up. "This is a way to kill a lot of zombies at once? Have you told Artie about this?"

"No, I haven't," she replied. "I don't know how to build the contraption again, Charles was always better with that stuff than I was."

"Yeah, but we could probably find someone just as good to build it again at the Warehouse!" Pete exclaimed.

"So?"

"So, this is important! I don't know why you kept it to yourself but I'm calling Artie right now." Pete rummaged through his backpack and brought out the walkie talkie.

"Wait!" Helena tried to stop him.

"Helena, why don't you want Artie to know?" Myka asked. "This could save so many lives!" She examined the schematics in awe.

"Because, this machine cost the life of my brother."

Myka and Pete both froze. Pete was the first to snap out of it. "Ok, so there's a few kinks, but we can work them out." He turned on the walkie talkie and pressed the button. "Artie, something important just came up!"

Helena pursed her lips and walked away from the scene. Myka followed quickly after her. Helena stopped and turned back to face Myka when they were out of earshot of Pete, who was busy talking to Artie anyway.

"Helena, what are you talking about?" Myka asked. "I thought your brother saved you?"

"Yes, he did," Helena replied. "I was supposed to set off the bomb, but Charles said he would do it instead. There was a small blast radius which he knew about and I didn't, so it took him with it."

Myka grabbed her hand. "Helena, I'm so sorry."

"If I'd known about that damn blast radius I never would've let him do it," she muttered. "And now I don't want to lose either of you."

"I'm sure it's something that we'll be able to fix at the warehouse," Myka reassured. She pulled her into a hug. "Helena, everything's going to be fine. Thanks to you."

They embraced for a moment before Helena pulled away, but smiled and kept their hands intertwined. Myka glanced over and saw that Pete had his back turned and was deep in conversation with Artie. She took advantage of his momentary distraction by leaning in and capturing Helena's lips in a kiss. The only reason she waited for Pete to be distracted was because she was getting sick of him wolf-whistling whenever they so much as looked at each other.

Helena smiled and wrapped an arm around Myka, pulling her closer, so their lips wouldn't have to part.

Unfortunately Pete wasn't as deep in conversation as Myka thought, because a few seconds later, he coughed loudly, and the women slowly separated.

"A chopper's on its way to pick us up," he announced.

"Already?" Helena asked.

"Artie thought it was important," Pete said. "And he was right. HG, your invention could potentially get rid of this outbreak for good. You shouldn't have kept it from us for so long!" He glared at her and stormed off before Helena could defend herself, leaving Myka and Helena alone in silence.

"Let's just get our stuff packed up," Myka interjected. "Then we can find somewhere for the helicopter to land." Helena agreed and started packing, and Myka went off to find Pete.