This takes places in a world where most of season four didn't happen. More specifically, Wisconsin did not happen.

Knowledge is something that Myka Bering valued above all else. If you had the knowledge required, you could work your way through any problem. She didn't mind doing a little research. Loved it, in fact. Her latest research project, though. The knowledge that she was searching for, the answers that she needed, terrified her.

It started with a joke. Some stupid comment Pete made when he walked in on an argument between Myka and Helena.

"She's just been so moody lately," Myka lamented, mostly to herself, after Helena stormed out of the room.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's pregnant," he replied said with a laugh.

Myka gave a laugh, too, albeit it was a slightly less comfortable laugh than Pete's. She didn't have much time to dwell on it, or her argument with her girlfriend, much after that. Being in the Warehouse with Pete, it was only a matter of time before he touched something he shouldn't. This time it was Rick Allen's drumsticks. The panic stricken look on Pete's face when his left arm disappeared would have been comical if Myka hadn't been just as panicked. She, of course, had no idea who Rick Allen was, but, luckily for Pete, she did have a few static bags folded up in her back pocket.

She didn't think about it again for about a week. Not until one morning she and Helena were driving to the Warehouse and Helena began complaining about the smell of her coffee in the car. Helena had never complained about the scent before. In fact, she had mentioned one time that she love the scent because, even when it wasn't Myka's coffee, it always reminded her of the lithe agent and their mornings together. The smell bothered her so much that Myka had pulled the car over to the side of the road to pour the coffee out.

That afternoon when she had a little free time, she did a quick Google search on the early signs of pregnancy. She felt ridiculous doing so, but stranger things have happened during her tenure as a Warehouse agent. She printed out a short checklist she found, reading through it, checking off things that she had noticed in the other woman.

Moodiness/Irritability, check.

Nausea/sensitivity to smells, check.

Fatigue, check.

Shit, she thought as she read through the list. She kept her worries to herself. These few things could be due to something else. They did not mean that Helena was pregnant. She had missed her period, but Helena had mentioned in the past that since the bronzing, her menstrual cycle was spotty at best. It wasn't uncommon for her to be late or miss her period altogether some months.

Myka decided not to worry anyone else, or make a fool of herself, and just kept a close watch on the other woman, noting any other changes. She had noted Helena taking more frequent stops to the restroom needing to pee. Helena had been complaining of back pain. Myka wasn't the only one to notice how her lover's breasts had grown. She had smacked Pete on the back of the head more than once due to his staring.

It wasn't until she caught Helena swiping some chili cheese fries off of Pete's plate one afternoon when they had all gone out to lunch that she let herself really begin to panic.

The next day, the rest of the team already off on their inventory assignments, she hung back in the office. She wanted to do a quick search of the Warehouse database to see if there was anything in the Warehouse that could be responsible. She waited until Artie took some files and headed up to his room to sit down at the computer to start her search. She was typing away on the computer, one search already running in the background, when a voice startled her.

"Fertility artifacts, Agent Bering?"

"Mrs. Frederic!" she gasped spinning around in her chair. "God! You scared me." She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her suddenly accelerated heart rate. She looked up at the stoic woman, the arch of her eyebrow the only further questioning she would get. It was enough. Mrs. Frederic showing up always made her feel like a child getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Even when she knew she hadn't done anything. "I was just curious if they were any…fertility artifacts in the Warehouse," she stuttered. "Ones that made it possible…to um…get…" she let out a nervous chuckle, averting her eyes away from her superior as she continued, " get pregnant without the, uh…the usual components required."

Mrs. Frederic remained quiet, eyes narrowing as she took in Myka's demeanor. After a torturously long pause, the older woman began talking, and Myka finally released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "There are a few artifacts with those properties within the Warehouse. They are all shelved in aisle 873-J."

"Thank you," Myka replied sincerely.

"I hope, Agent Bering, that you are not planning on using such an artifact."

"Of course not," Myka cut in. "I know better than that. The artifacts are not for us to use."

"Not without going through the proper channels."

"I know," Myka whispered turning to retrieve her clipboard. "But, what if one was accidentally…" she started to ask turning back in Mrs. Frederic's direction. She stopped short upon finding herself alone in the room once again. She took a deep breath, bringing up her own internal map of the Warehouse to find the quickest path to aisle 873-J. She grabbed her clipboard and pen, setting off in that direction.

Once she made it to the aisle in question, she quickly jotted down a list of the artifacts that could possibly have been used (accidentally) to get Helena pregnant…maybe. She still didn't know for sure if Helena was, in fact, pregnant. She just wanted to have all the information possible before bringing her suspicions to her lover.

She decided she should probably at least attempt to do some of her assigned inventory for the day, not one to shirk her responsibilities. She made it halfway through her inventory list, until early in the afternoon, when she noticed she had gone over the same few artifacts, checking and rechecking the same items, her mind unable to focus on anything else. Realizing that if she continued mindlessly going over her inventory assignment instead of going forward with her research into the fertility items, she most likely end up whammied with something far worse, especially considering she was currently inventorying the medieval weaponry aisle.

Finding a computer terminal of few aisles over, she abandoned her assignment in favor of looking into the artifacts on her other list. Knowing that neither she nor Helena had recently inventoried aisle 873-J, she only skimmed through the computerized files of any artifacts shelved over a year ago. That significantly shortened her list. She continued crossing items off the list until arriving on a piece of kindling from a bonfire from one of the first Beltane celebrations. Although the earliest Beltane rituals were performed to protect cattle, crops and people, and to encourage growth, it was also considered a "spring time festival of optimism" during which "fertility ritual was important". The burnt fragment of kindling had become imbued with those fertility powers.

Myka sighed as she read through the file. This one stuck out from the rest due to its mobile nature. Apparently, according to the file, it wouldn't stay shelved. She made a note of the date when it was last re-shelved, three and a half weeks ago, and where it had been found, aisle 622-L. Myka had done inventory in the aisle…four weeks ago.

Shit, she sighed again pinching the bridge of her nose. She hurried back to the office, printing out the file, before setting out to find Helena. She found her not in her assigned aisle, but in the H.G. Wells section. That didn't surprise the curly-haired agent. Whenever Helena finished her inventory early, she would wind up in that section. She and Claudia had set up a work bench there where they enjoyed tinkering on their various projects together.

Unfortunately, Claudia was there too.

"Hey," Myka smiled as she stopped behind her lover resting her hands on her hips. She pressed a kiss to the back of Helena's neck which was left exposed by her hair being held into a twist with her pencil.

"Hi," Helena smiled back leaning back into the embrace. She tipped her head back to press a light kiss on Myka's lips before returning her attention to the project in front of her. "I would hug you, but my hands are covered in grease."

"That's okay," Myka chuckled. "Hey Claud."

"Hey," Claudia waved as she kept tinkering.

"Do you think that you could hitch a ride back home with someone else?" Myka asked. "I have an errand I have to run in town."

"I could go with you," Helena replied.

"No, that's okay," Myka said lightly stroking Helena's hip. "You're busy."

"She can ride with me and Steve," Claudia informed them. "It's not a problem."

"Thanks," Myka smiled. "You okay with that?"

"Of course," Helena answered.

"Either of you need me to pick anything up while I'm there?"

"I'm good," Claudia replied.

At this, Helena turned around, a shy smile on her face. "Do you think you could purchase me some of those chocolates I had the other day? The ones with the caramel?"

"Yes," Myka answered.

"And some chocolate milk?"

"Yes," Myka smiled again, her hands back on Helena's hip drawing her closer. Helena's raised hands became trapped between them as she pulled her into a chaste kiss. "Yes, I can do that for you."

"Thank you." Helena's fingers toyed with the neckline of Myka's shirt as she rises up the few inches to press a kiss to her lips. "Drat, I've gotten grease on your shirt," she pouted when she pulled back from the kiss.

"It's okay."

"You two are killing me with cuteness over here," Claudia interrupted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry," Myka directs to her before turning back to Helena. "I won't be late."

Myka makes it to the one and only market in Univille, more like a small drugstore really, just as the sun begins to set. She quickly found what she was looking for and, remembering to grab Helena's snacks, paid for her purchases. She made it back to the bed and breakfast shortly after dinner. Helena had already retired to their room for the evening.

She's reclining on the bed with a book when Myka walks in. "You missed dinner," she said closing her book.

"I'm not really all that hungry," Myka replied nervously.

"Are you alright, Darling?"

"Yeah, um…" Myka moved to sit on the bed, Helena drawing her legs up under herself as she does so. She placed the grocery bag on the bed next to her with shaking hands. "Can we talk?"

"What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing's wrong…I mean…I don't think anything is wrong…Depending on your perspective I guess."

"Myka?"

"Okay…" Myka closed her eyes taking a deep breath. Her gaze settled on Helena upon opening them, smiling tremulously as the artificer took hold of her hand. "You're going to think that I'm crazy for this…" She reached into the bag, pulling out a rectangular box and handing it to her lover. "I think you might need to take one of these."

Helena took the box, her brow furrowing as she read what it contained. "Myka, this is a pregnancy test."

"I know."

"I haven't had sex with a man in over a century."

"I know."

"Biological research may not have been as advance in my time," Helena replied looking at Myka with an inquisitive smirk, "but I am aware that a man is needed to conceive a child."

"Usually," Myka said quietly. "But think about where we work."

"Myka…you can't possibly…"

"You've been acting…weird lately," Myka remarked.

"Weird?"

"The things individually don't mean much," Myka continued. "But put them together, especially when paired with the research I did today…"

"What research?"

"Into fertility related artifact in the Warehouse. More specifically, about a piece of kindling from one of the first Beltane celebrations. I think that I may have come into contact with it."

"But that does not mean…"

"Maybe not, but…it's not just…" Myka took another deep breath. "You've been moody, sensitive to smells, nauseous, needing frequent stops to the restroom, you get fatigued more easily, you've been having back pain…your breasts have swelled." That last line came with an accompanying blush. "The other day when I was kissing them, you asked me to be gentle because they were tender."

"I remember…" Helena's voice grew quiet as she thought about what Myka was saying. "Have you been keeping a list?"

"Yes, actually," Myka replied bashfully. "A couple weeks ago, Pete made a stupid joke saying if he didn't know any better, he'd think you were pregnant."

"Has he noticed a change in me as well?"

"No, well…I'm pretty sure he's noticed how your breasts have grown," Myka smirked. "But, no…he was just making a stupid joke after he walked in on us arguing."

"Oh…"

"Do you feel pregnant?"

"I don't know…" Helena whispered. "I haven't thought much of it…I have been feeling…off." She looked up into Myka's eyes, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she thought. "I thought I was coming down with a cold, or the flu perhaps…I never considered, especially with the effects of the bronzer…but now that you've pointed all of that out…"

"I brought you your chocolate, by the way," Myka smiled comfortingly as she handed Helena the sweets.

"Thank you," Helena replied. It was her turn to need a calming breath. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, her lips upturning in a smile as Myka gently squeezed her hand. "Alright…I will take that test, but first…"

"What?"

"What will happen if it's positive?"

"Well, the artifact had been neutralized after I, possibly, touched it. Apparently it's one of the artifacts that doesn't stay where it's put. It was neutralized as a precaution before re-shelving… so…you would be left with the same options women generally have in these situations."

"Right…either keeping it, putting it up for adoption, or…termination of the pregnancy."

"Right…"

"What if I told you that…if I am in fact pregnant, that my only option would be keeping it."

"Then I would tell you that that is entirely your decision, and that I would support you regardless."

"But what about us, Myka," Helena asked worriedly. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," Myka said resolutely. "I have had a few weeks to think about this…" she brought Helena's hand up to her mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I love you. Nothing will ever change that. I may have some reservations about having kids, but if I was to have them…it would be with you."

"Okay," Helena exhaled. She slowly rose from the bed, box of pregnancy tests in hand, and kissed Myka's forehead. "I would say wish me luck, but I have no idea what I wish the outcome to be."

Myka smiled reassuringly, giving her hands one last squeeze before letting them go. "Let me know when you're done. I'll sit and wait with you."

"Alright."

A few minutes later, Helena and Myka both were sat on the bathroom floor, backs pressed against the bathtub, their hands clasped between them. All three tests sitting on the counter waiting for the timer Helena set to beep. She had opted for taking all of the tests in the box, just to be sure. When the timer began beeping, both women froze. Helena's breath catching, Myka's heart feeling as though it stopped beating. The beeping continued, demanding their attention.

"Do you want me to look?" Myka asked as she squeezed Helena's hand.

"Would you?" Helena asked. Myka could see the fear etched across the artificer's features.

"Of course." Myka pressed a kiss to Helena's forehead, then her hand, before rising from her position on the tiled floor. She walked over to the counter and, after taking a moment to collect herself, lifted the first test off of the counter. She then did the same with the second and third, her eyes welling with unshed tears. She turned with a watery smile, all three tests in hand, toward her still seated lover. "Congratulations."

"I am pregnant?"

"You're pregnant."