A/N Sorry for the delay, long work hours and others stories have taken up a lot of my time.

Warning: This story is about Teacher/Student sexual relationship. Alludes to physical abuse of a minor, suicide and depression.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy

"It looks like our time is up, Helena?"

"Yes Hugo?"

"I would like to delve more into the things you and Jeannie talked about, how you two came to agree to have Myka stay with you. Her rationalization behind it after she realized you two were, how should I put this, a couple?"

"I fought against it. Hugo, I felt the family should stick together, but Jeannie was very adamant with me. Insisting that Myka would be safest with me. Jeannie feared the wrath that Warren would inflict upon Myka when he found out. I think, in her own twisted thinking, that she felt Myka would be safe and protected, with me."

"Jeannie will be testifying tomorrow, Helena. There may be a chance of Myka being present in the courtroom."

"I believe she has been present, every day since the trial started. At least, according to my sources."

"And what sources would that be, Helena?"

"None of your business, Hugo."

"A girl has time, after almost a year of being incarcerated, to develop, as one would say, resources"

I adjusted my jacket one more time as Arthur and I stood up. The guard putting the handcuffs on me as I kept my eyes trained forward. I had refused to allow myself to scan the courtroom, as with everyday since the trail started. But, I could feel Myka's eyes on me.

Only glancing up once in awhile as Myka's mother testified. Our eyes meeting once in awhile only to quickly turn away. I tuned out most of what Jeannie said. I would listen to her words whenever Myka's name was spoken.

Arthur patted me on my shoulder, whispering into my ear "This is good, the mother testifying to your strength of character and how you helped them all out is good. Hang in there kiddo, things may be looking up." I turned to thank him, catching a glimpse of those brown curls in the corner of my eye. "Thank you Arthur, but I believe it is time for me to take my leave." Waving my cuffed hands in front of him. "Visiting hours will be over in a few hours and I wish to meet with someone."

Arthur gave me a slight frown, those bushy eyebrows furrowing together. "Are you sure that is such a wise idea, HG? " Arthur said as the guard started to lead me out of the courtroom. "I think it is time to face my Waterloo." I said as the guard and I made our way out and down the corridor to the visitors rooms.

I peered through the window of door 13, holding my breath as I watched Myka. She was sitting at the metal table, her head bent down as her fingers picked at the rim of the styrofoam cup in her hands. I nodded to the guard as he opened the door

"Thank you Wolly...Sergeant Wolcott ," I said as I saw the slight blush cross his cheeks. "I apologize William, I shall remember not to use your Christian name in front of others." Wolly smiled as he held the door open, "Good luck, Ms Wells," Wolly said, unlocking the handcuffs.

I rubbed my wrists, giving Myka a slight smile as I walked into the room.

"Hello Myka."

Denial

Myka raised her head. Blinking back the tears I could see trying to escape those heavenly green eyes of hers. "Helena, are you really here. I mean, is it really you?" Myka whispered as she stood up. We were standing face to face there in that dank, small room, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. The air was heavy with tension, clearing my throat, I began to speak as I stepped towards her. "Myka, I am so sorry…"

Anger

In one quick motion, Myka slapped me across my cheek. "NO! You do not get to speak! You are going to sit there and not say a word, just like you have all this time." Myka yelled as she raked her palm across her cheek, trying furiously to hide the tears escaping from her eyes. She hugged her body as she paced the room. Wolly started to come into the room after seeing Myka slap me. I shook my head, no, to him, raising my hand to motion for him to leave.

I sat down at the table, watching Myka pace the small room, her back turned to me, wiping at her cheeks with both hands. I watched as she stopped her pacing, straightening her shoulders and tugging her blouse down.

"I gave you everything, my heart, my soul... my innocence," Myka then glared at me "You have given nothing, refusing to speak to lawyers, to doctors or to me. So you will sit there and listen. Right here, right now, Helena." Myka said, standing next to the table, emphasizing each word with her forefinger pounding on the cold steel. She turned around, her hand pressed against her forehead.

"What the HELL were you thinking, Helena." Myka spun around, leaning over the table, her face near mine. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent that was Myka. The mix of Vanilla and coffee invading my senses.

"You weren't thinking about anyone, not about me, not about you and sure as HELL not about us, were you?" Myka spat out her words as she threw her arms up. Coming back down, my eyes snapping open at the sound of her hands slapping against her thighs.

Bargaining

She stood motionless, finally let out a heavy sigh. Staring at me as she slowly sat down, then resting her face in her palms. "I do not know what more to do." Myka whispered. She looked up at me, her red-rimmed eyes searching mine. I leaned forward, watching my shaking finger brush an errant curl behind her ear.

Myka lowered her head, turning away from my hand. "I did everything I could think of. I found a lawyer to represent you, Pro Bono, since you refused any legal representation. Artie and I found a psychiatrist who you would finally speak to." Myka turned away from me. "Do you know how hard it was on me, watching you every day in court. Begging the guards inside lock up for any information about your well being?" Myka stuttered.

"I turned down every interview because I refused to speak to those parasites. Always labeling you a sexual predator, a deviant, a rapist." Myka looked sideways at me. "I refused to believe that what we had was anything, but true love." Myka stood and started to pace. "Do you know that bastard Kosan wanted me to testify against you. But I told him to go to hell. That you truly loved me."

"And I still love you, Helena"

Depression

"I still love you, Myka" I whispered. Trying to hold back the tears that were pounding like the surging tide trying to escape from the back of my eyes. I needed to be strong for her. To sit here and let every emotion, every step of grief come forth and be released from her, upon me.

"How could you do that to yourself, to me... to us." Myka whispered in a shaky breath as she reached for my hand. Pushing my jacket sleeve up. Gently tracing the angry red scar across my wrist. We sat there in silence as I felt the warmth from her finger brush along my wrist.

"Why?"

Myka sobbed as she leaned forward, pressing my scarred wrist against her moist cheek. "Because I had caused such grief and pain to you and your family. I thought, in my infinite, flawed wisdom, that your life would be a glorious one, without me in it"

I felt Myka's grip tighten on my wrist. Watching those forest orbs swirl from pain, to anger, to something I had not seen in almost a year since our separation. "My life has been and always will be a glorious one, with you by my side, Helena. You are my one... and only." Myka smiled into my palm, kissing my scar gently.

"When I saw them carrying you away and put into that ambulance. I almost lost it. The guards refusing to tell me anything. I went back to our home, holding a razor blade to my wrist." I gasped as I wrapped my hand into her hair, pulling our foreheads to meet. "No, my love" I started to sob, my body shaking from the thought of my sweet girl ending her life. "No No No" I kept whispering over and over. Both our tears intermingling as our faces were pressed together.

"If it wasn't for Sergeant Wolcott knocking on the apartment door." Myka drew in a deep breath. Both of us shaking off the thought if he had not. "I leaned against the wooden door, holding the blade in my fingers as I pressed my hand and head against the door. He told me what happened. He said you were stable. That you would pull through."

Myka let out a small sob. "I dropped the blade. Watching it fall to the floor, I heard him knocking on the door, asking if I was alright. I told him I was." Myka pressed her head against mine. "I sat against the door as I listened to his footsteps fade away."

Acceptance

I drew a shaky breath as I stood up, my hand never leaving Myka's as I pulled her flush to me. Feeling her body shake in my arms. "Please baby, please get off that cross of yours." Myka pleaded in a shaky breath against my shoulder. "It wasn't your fault my dad died. He had a bad heart before all of this. Mom, well...Mom did the best she could." Myka looked up, cradling my face in her palms. "She needed help, and you did the best you could." I started to turn my head away from her.

"No, Helena... baby?" Myka whispered against my lips. "Look at me, you and everyone else said I was mature for my age," Myka said as she kissed my lips gently. "I went into this with my eyes wide open, you fought me, us… at every turn. But in the end, in all of this madness, is one true constant" I swallowed as I whispered to Myka. " And what is that, my Darling?"

"Our love."

I spotted Wolly out of the corner of the window as Myka's lips brushed against mine. I heard the click of the lock to the door, a smirk crossing Wolly's face as he turned. The back of his head blocking out the small window to the door of visitor's room 13.

I pulled Myka incredibly close into me. My lips ghosting hers. "My darling, love of my life," I whispered as Myka slipped her fingers under the hem of my shirt and jacket. Pulling my jacket down halfway, trapping my arms to my side. I let out a small groan at feeling trapped by her. "Tell me you love me, tell me you will never, ever try to end your life. Please, Helena?" Myka rasped against my neck.

I melted at the sound of her words, her pleads to me."I promise, my love. Never again will I ever entertain those dark thoughts." I whispered as our lips met.