ok quick update ! This one has been done entirely on my phone as I haven't been able to get to a pc. Please forgive any errors and disjointedness .
Myka...Myka ...darling ...it's time to get up.' The writer nudged the snoozing archaeologist.
'Really ...what time is it ?' Myka woke to the most pleasant sight of her own personal HG Wells.
'Almost 6.30 but we have to be over to the abbey early remember.' Helena kissed the sleepy brunette.
' I don't want to get out of this bed...ever.' Myka rolled ontop of the writer.
'Darling forever in bed with you would be just perfect but I'm afraid Claudia would probably string me up if I didn't let you go into the office today. I'll be counting down the seconds until you come home though ...that is if you want to see me again tonight?'.
Myka screwed up her face at the writer's statement ...'aren't you coming in with me today ? What will I do without the Wells to my Bering?'
'Ah don't be so cute.' Helena brushed her hand down mykas puppy dog face. 'I have Christina all day today...it's the school holidays.'
'Bring her.' Myka made a nonchalant gesture like she had found the only solution to their problem.
' Darling the last thing you need is a little girl running around under your feet.' Helena rolled the brunette back over and hopped out of bed holding her hand out to the lounging american.
' I want her to come... If she wants to come of course...and if you don't have any other plans ?' Myka allowed herself to be yanked out of bed.
'How about we ask her then ?' Helena concluded. She to was eager to spend the day with the arcaheologist.
Helena wrapped herself in her dressing gown, went to the bedroom door and called for her daughter. Within seconds the dark haired little girl came bounding up to her mother.
' Darling today you will be spending the day with mummy...but I want you to chose what we do...we can go to the park as planned and take a picnic...or...we can go with Myka to her work and see what it was that we found yesterday?' Helena silently hoped she had predicted her daughters answer correctly.
'Well mummy , as much as I do love the park... I think I would very, VERY much like to go with Myka! ! Does Myka mind if I go to a grown up work ?' Christina tapped her finger on her cheek thoughtfully.
'Why don't you ask her yourself ?' Helena pushed open the bedroom door and the instant Christina spotted Myka she squealed with delight and ran over to the american.
Christina wrapped her arms around the taller woman's legs. ' I didn't know you were staying for a sleep over ! We could have played fairy princess and played more scrabble and done drawing and had a midnight feast...I know where mum hides the chocolate...don't tell her though.
Myka laughed at the young girl. 'I won't say a word.'
'myka?'
'yes Christina ?'
'Would it really be ok to come to you work with you today?' Christina waited patiently for her answer as the arcaheologist teased pretending to take a while to think about it.
The american finally had her answer...' I think little Miss Wells... Your on the team.'
Christina grinned...' Is that a yes then?!'
Helena laughed from the doorway...' Yes darling that's a yes. Now go, run pack a bag while we get ready. I want to see you in the kitchen in 10minutes for breakfast.
'yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes...' Christina sprinted back out of the room and down the hall barely listening to a word her mother said.
Helena turned to Myka. 'Well looks like your taking the whole family. '
'It does doesnt it ..' myka tipped her head to one side as if in thought. ' I wonder if I can handle keeping two Wells girls under control?'
Helena picked up a cushion from the floor and chucked it at smirking archaeologist. 'Cheeky sod.' Helena wrapped the taller woman in her arms, pulled her back on to the bed and kissed the still giggling American.
'Now you...pack your bag , get dressed and I want you in kitchen within 8minutes... I want a sneaky snog before the gremlin arrives.' Helena used the same tone as how she spoke to Christina, resulting in a mock salute from the brunette.
'Yes mam ... I love it when you tell me what to do. ' Myka raised an eyebrow remembering a certain instruction from the night before. She literally could not remember ever feeling so happy as she did right there and then. Today was going to be a good day.
...
Pulling up outside the abbey the three girls climbed out of the Helena's MG all smiles and giggles. Helena couldn't believe how perfectly Myka seemed to be fitting into her little family. She stared at the arcaheologist for moment in awe of the brunettes beauty and the magnificent affect the american was having on her life.
Rounding the corner of the small car park to the entrance myka was the first to spot them. A group of ten or so reporters were lining the walkway to the abbey entrance.
' Crap...the vultures are here already.' Myka commented to the wary writer.
Helena was used to publicity . When her first popular novel came out she had journalists calling her at all hours of the day for months and months. It was however something she tried to keep Christina away from. The writer picked the up her little girl and the two women made their way past the chatterng crowd.
'Miss Bering can you tell me what exactly you found down there?...Helena what is it like to be working with such a renowned archaeologist...did you find the holy grail ?...' The journalists bombarded the women as they passed.
Stopping just before the entrance Myka ushered Helena and her daughter inside and turned to face the crowd.
'We will give an update of our findings in good time. We must be allowed to analyze all the evidence first, no information will be given until we are entirely ready so you may as well all go for you tea break because we wont be talking anytime soon.' With that myka turned on her heels and walked into the abbey foyer . She spotted Claudia and Helena chatting in the next room.
'Claudia...how the heck did they hear we found something?' Myka felt slightly annoyed that the cat had been let out of the bag before they were ready to put their discoveries on display.
'Myka, I'm sorry I really don't know. There were even a few here when I arrived at 6. We have a guy coming in from national geographic in a bit though...they have first dibs on anything we find...they helped fund all of this initially and it's in writing that they have the first exclusive look at anything we find.' The red head spoke seriously and looked over at Pete the other side of the room. ' Do you hear me Latimer ? We cannot give any details to any one else first ... We will actually be breeching terms of the contract.' Claudia whipped out her cellphone from her vibrating pocket. 'Speak of the bloody devil...he's calling now.'
'Why did she say that to me.' Pete whined. ..'Why does nobody ever trust me?.'
Helena shurgged her shoulders ' You must just have an untrustworthy face Peter.' The brit laughed and dodged a bit of cake that came flying in her direct.
Chrisitna tugged on her Mother's sleeve not sure why all the adults seemed so on edge.
'Mum...is everything ok ?' Christina looked up with dark piercing eyes.
Myka answered before Helena had the chance to open her mouth. 'Of course sweetey...here take my hand...lets go see something really cool.' Myka held her hand out to the little girl capturing Helena's grateful gaze.
'You too Helena ... Take this hand you are coming as well. '
Myka led the Wells family into what they were calling the lab. Myka tapped the code onto the keypad on the safe and pulled the bronze cube out from the back of its strong prison .
Myka turned the box in her hand. 'This little Christina is what your very clever mummy helped me find yesterday.' Myka held the object at the child's eye level.
Christina carefully touched the surface with her delicate fingers. ' Wow...this is beautiful.' Christina's eyes grew wide. The two adults looked at each other with a little confusion. The object was intriguing sure... Pretty damn awesome in fact...but beautiful? Neither of the women would have described the plain cube as beautiful.
Myka placed the bronze object on the desk and rummaged through some nearby drawers. ' Here sweety ...could you do a very important job for me?' The little girl nodded her head eagerly. ' Do you think you could you draw this special box?' Myka took off her leather fedora and placed it on the little girls head. ' Here you should wear this ...you look like one of the team now.'
Christina touched the hat and beamed from ear to ear before getting to work on her very important drawing.
Helena gave Myka a sneaky kiss on the cheek. 'Thank you .'
Myka looked a little worried at the writers glassy gaze. The brunette rubbed the inventors back. ' It is not a problem at all.'
Myka returned a peck to the brits soft cheek just before the others entered the room.
' Ok people.' The red head commanded he attention of the room. 'Mr National Geographic has decided to arrive in 5 freaking minutes...and he's expecting the low down on that little cuboid there...which I believe is pretty much know nada.' Claudia pointed to the shiny object sat on the table.
'I woudnt worry Claud , I've dealt with these types of guys before... We haven't even had it in our hands 24hrs they can't expect us to have the full low down. I'll wait for him to arrive before running through the first tests and procedures on it. I'll then tell him we thought it would be good to wait for him to document the finds as we go to include in his article...the exclusive first look so to speak. Ah he's already putty in my hands.' Myka winked at the young red head.
'Well darling I thoroughly approve. Best way to hide ...boost a persons ego and they will never no the wiser.' Helena laughed catching a wicked grin from her gorgeous archaeologist.
'Ok well we can't do much until her arrives then .' Pete sat back in the nearby chair.
'Now Pete I didn't say there wasn't anything else to do... If you , Steve and Leena can get out and start excavating the chamber outside that would be fantastic... There may even be a lunch time trip to the bakery called for if you do. ' Myka smiled when pete noticeabley sat up on the word 'bakery '.
'Yes boss ...if an iced dohnut is in the picture I'm yours to do with what you will.' Pete stood up and saluted.
'Peter you shouldnt be so easy its quite unbecoming .'Helena's retort caused the broad cheeky man to stick his tongue as a form of response.
'Honestly Christina has more decorum .' Helena turned her back and twiddled with her daughter's pig tails.
A buzz from the nearby intercome caused the group to go quiet. Someone was ringing for attention at the front entrance.
Claudia leapt from her stool and ran to the door yelling out as she ran ... ' remember pretend to be normal people lets impress Mr smarty pants.'
Myka hurried the others out to the dig site...she shouted after them...' do not go inside though ...without Helena I'd still be in that bloody place.' ...and then there were three... leaving her with just Helena and Christina Helena should be here for the interview though...after all she was there at the discovery.
'Darling ... We can leave you guys to it if you like ? I know this is important I don't want us under your feet.' Helena really meant what she said, she didn't want to push her luck .
Myka grasped the writers hands. 'Helena we're in this together... I really want you here. Bering and Wells remember.'
Helena felt her heart flutter with joy. Bering-Wells...now that really had a nice ring to it.
Suddenly Helena's precious thoughts were interupted when Claudia entered the room followed by a tall ,blonde haired , blue eyed, middle aged man.
Claudia walked the pretty boy journalist forward to introduce him to the two women.
The second the blonde stepped into the room Helena felt a change in the rooms atmosphere. Myka had gone rigid, her jaw clenched.
Claudia was the first to speak. 'May I introduce you too Miss Bering and Miss Wells, they have ...'
Claudia was promptly interrupted by the blond at her side. 'Bunny ! So good to see you again... I had no idea you were working on this case.'
The tall journalist pushed forward and pulled Myka into a clumsy hug leaving a bermused Helena watching on the sidelines.
Myka promptly pushed the guy back. Glancing apologetically in Helena's direction she gestured to the journalist and finished the introduction... 'Helena this is Sam.'