Thanks guys for all your lovely comments. I've written this next chapter on my phone again ...trying to write it in breaktimes... traffic Jams...where ever I can catch a minute or two so please forgive any errors.

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Myka walked to the shelf of books on the far wall, all of the original Wells titles were there. The American read each leather spine and thought how there did seem to be a difference in the novels from 1896 onwards, the stories were never quite the same after 'The Sleeper Awakes'. Myka let her mind sift through the old stories and thought of the difference in styles coming to the conclusion it was perfectly plausible that the author was entirely different.

The archaeologist moved on to the next curiosity and ran her finger along a stack of leather bound journals placed on an old writing desk in the corner. She looked at Helena …' May I?'

The writer stayed in position unsure of which way this was all going to end. 'Of course….please look at anything you like.'

Myka flicked carefully through the crisp pages covered with the familiar loopy handwriting. The pages were dated well over a century ago. If this was a setup, Helena had gone to a hell of a lot of work to do it.

Continuing through the journals Myka found one littered with extensive diagrams of mechanical systems, mechanisms, formulas, equations…all far beyond her comprehension. The further the archaeologist investigated and the more she discovered the more she found herself believing Helena's fantastic story.

Hunting through the treasure trove of the past Myka was sure the paper work she was reading was real. The documents in her hand were definitely genuine, perhaps Helena had just learned to write like the woman who's paper work this belonged to. Could that be an explanation. But why? Helena certainly seemoed of sound mind…why on earth would she do that?

It was when the American pulled one the first editions of 'The Time Machine' from its shelf that she made her decision. She opened the slightly dusty cover and a sepia photograph fell to the ground.

Picking up the old image Myka froze when she caught sight of the people in the photograph. It was the brother and sister from the story... Charles and a young woman who looked distinctly like Helena. She moved the photograph closer to her face analysing every inch of the paper. It was definitely genuine. She looked at her writer waiting patiently on the other side of the room , the likeness between the girl in the picture and the woman infront of her was uncanny. Was it the same person ?...or was Helena just a very similar looking relative? Myka turned the old photograph and read the description on the back. It was inscribed 'Charles and Helena getting ready for the races 1894'. Myka's heart was hammering and her stomach flipped about 50 times over. This was just too much of a coincidence. Why would Helena lie to her about this ... Surely, surely it wouldn't be worth all of this hassle if it weren't real.

Myka thought of her great grandfather the original owner of her trade mark leather fedora and imagined what he would have said. Her Father had always said she was like him with her constant undying belief in magic, she had always felt there was more in this world than meets the eye and now her beliefs were well and truly being tested.

The American placed the old photograph back inside the cover of the novel and made her way back to her writer.

Myka stood a foot away from the brit still wavering on what to say, what to believe.

Helena watched the green eyes taking her in, taking everything in, the story , the room….the writer felt like she waiting to hear the verdict in a court hearing.

'Myka are you ok?' Helena looked lovingly into the confused american's eyes.

Myka smiled. 'I just don't know what to believe Helena….I want to believe , I really do …..'

Helena stepped forward and took the archaeologists hand. This time Myka did not pull away.

'Darling….Im so sorry I have completely bewildered you ... I can see your clever mind ticking away figuring this all out . I just...how shall I say it?..."Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are." I had to tell you. I just... I can't describe my feelings any more succinctly, I just needed you to know.' Helena ran her thumb in a slow circle across the brunettes hand.

Myka smiled recognising the direct quote from 'The Time Machine'. She knew what she believed, she had always known from the moment Helena revealed herself , she just had to be brave enough to make that final leap of faith.

The archaeologist held her hand against the writer's chest. She could feel her lovers heartbeat racing unbelievably fast.

'You know what ...if "Man ... can go up against gravitation in a balloon, ….why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension, or even turnabout and travel the other way."' Myka could see the spark light in the writers dark eyes upon hearing the returned quote from 'The Time Machine'.

Myka leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against the writers. At first the kiss was tentative but it quickly turned into a passionate desperate clash of tongues as they ravished each other against the stable door.

Helena held the archaeologist back for a moment peering into the beautiful emerald orbs. 'Does this mean…..?'

Myka nodded and leant her forehead against the writer's, 'What the heck do you think?' The archaeologist kissed the writer again.

'I just can't make any assumptions right now…'Helena paused…. 'It would break my heart if I came to the wrong conclusion.'

Myka stayed close to the writer, so close their breath merged together. ' Perhaps I'm crazy too…but…yes…I believe you Miss HG Wells.'

Helena kissed the archaeologist again, a tear trickling down her cheek. The emotions she was feeling were so uncontainable she couldn't help herself. She was so relieved that Myka believed her. She had never imagined being able to truly reveal herself in this world and the amazing, beautiful woman embracing her had just allowed her to do just that.

Myka kissed away the inventor's salty tear. 'Sweetheart, don't cry I said I do believe you.'

Helena laughed. 'I know darling, I'm sorry, I feel completely overwhelmed.'

'You feel overwhelmed?' Myka looked incredulously at the writer. 'I've just found out my girlfriend is my hero and idol HG Wells!'

Helena smirked and pulled the archaeologist (if it was possible) even tighter into her. 'Hero and Idol hey?'

'Ok now I wish I hadn't said that…don't go getting a big head missy.' Myka ruffled up the writer's hair.

'Never darling, how could I when I have you to knock me back down to size.' Helena tried to straighten out her mess of silky black hair.

'Hmmm I'm not too sure about that, it's very intimidating you know having HG Wells as a girlfriend.' Myka played with a strand of the brits hair as she spoke.

'For someone intimidated your taking this a lot more calmly than I expected Miss Bering.' Helena lowered her hand down the archaeologists back.

'It's shock…just wait…tomorrow I'm going to wake up a quivering mess.' The American laughed enjoying the tingle Helena was causing down her spine.

'A quivering mess…I do hope so darling…I'll make sure of it.' The writer winked and grabbed the archaeologists tight denim covered backside.

'Now there's the HG Wells I know and love.' Myka kissed the writer on the nose enjoying the position of Helena's hands.

Helena could feel her fears and worries literally melting away. 'Darling… if I knew you loved me before I never would have told you and tried to impress you so.' The writer teased the now blushing brunette as the American realised she had mentioned the ever so scary 'L' word.

'I... I didn't.. uh.' Myka stuttered her words and Helena flew to her rescue.

'I'm teasing you darling. I know you didn't mean it like that.' The writer kissed the brunettes soft cheek for reassurance.

But she did actually mean it like that. Myka was was shouting it out in her head. Yes I do love you ... But her mouth just wouldn't permit the words to flow. She mentally kicked herself for being so emotionally stunted.

'If you're ready darling, I think we should probably go back to the others . I think they think were off at it like rabbits.' Helena smiled starting to release her grip on the archaeologist.

The American however had other plans and pulled the writer back into an intimate embrace. 'Helena my love we shouldnt dissapoint them then should we.'

Helena lifted her trademark one eyebrow.

'Darling I thought... You might like some time to process everything ... I don't want to rush you into anything.' Helena looked into ravenous green eyes and felt slightly taken aback.

'Miss Wells for someone who can literally control time you seem awful concerned about it.' Myka started to undo the buttons on Helena's shirt.

'I can't literally control time darling, that would be ridiculous...I mean physics just doesn't...' Helena started her lecture but found myka pressed up against her now bare torso trailing kisses down her neck.

The archaeologist started to unzip the writers jeans receiving a look mixed with utter lust and confusion from the Raven haired brit.

Helena put her hands down and pulled the American up to meet her gaze.

'I'm serious Myka , I really think you should not rush into anything. I care about you too much.' Helena cupped the archaeologists face and gave her a firm kiss.

'Helena if you want me stop you have just said the exact wrong thing.' Myka let her tongue run across the writer's bottom lip causing a small moan to escape the brits perfect mouth.

The American continued to explain herself... ' Let me put it like this ... You know how some girls have fantasies about movie stars and pop stars...say for instance Claudia actually met Brandon Flowers , she would scream ...grab him and take advantage of him . I have those same feelings ...just you know... about clever people... scientists, writers and political figures. ' Myka trailed off staring at the dark eyed thougful writer...who still wasn't getting it.

'HG freaking Wells was my idol, I looked to him as some kind of icon, role model..he was my pin up boy as a teenager ... and now I find out he's not just some old dude...he is in fact a she ...and a incredibly hot HOT woman at that ... Who actually is not just stunning... she is my Freaking girlfriend !' The archaeologist threw her hands in the air almost squealing her last sentence.

'It makes me want you a lot Helena... A LOT.' Myka almost growled as she thrust the writer up against the cool wall.

'So...do you understand what I'm saying ? ' myka's dilated eyes burned into the black of Helena's.

The writer visibly gulped. ' I think so.' Helena revelled in the feeling of Myka's fingertips getting dragged along her bare front .

...and that it was it... no more words were said as Myka took Helena against the walls of her past . The time machine looming behind casting spindle like shadows across their naked bodies. The more the two merged into each other the more they gave themselves to each other completely.

Initially it was just Myka's lust filled fantasy come true... but pretty quickly the women's love making turned into something more passionate, wanton ...almost gentle ...filled with caresses of trust , need and love. For the first time in over a century H G Wells made love to someone who knew exactly who she was.