Disclaimer: I am not the owner of Warehouse 13. The Warehouse doesn't have an owner. I am simply a member of a group of individuals that protects the Warehouse- okay, okay, I'm joking. I'm not a regent either... unfortunately (for Bering and Wells).

Part Three:

"How are you feeling?" Abigail asked.

"Surprisingly well. As exhausting as the past few weeks have been, I feel like I'm finally in a good place." And she was.

Myka felt like she was finally up to full strength, and more importantly, she'd been working through a lot of underlying issues, both with and without Helena. These little chats with Abigail had been an invaluable part of that. Abigail had quickly picked up on Myka's discomfort with the traditional sessions in her office and had moved them into the kitchen or the garden. The informal setting, combined with the activity had helped Myka open up and even enjoy their sessions, and at least once a week, Abigail invited Helena to join them. The three of them, mostly Myka and Helena with Abigail acting as a moderator when necessary, would talk while making dinner or cleaning up.

Pete called it their "couples therapy", and days later, he was still complaining about the bruise Myka had left.

But they weren't a couple.

They had been taking things slowly, talking about everything from Helena losing Christina to Myka's extended vacation after Yellowstone to why Helena felt the need to create a new life for herself. They had never been more open with each other, but at the same time, they seemed to be locked in a holding pattern. The only subject they hadn't dared to broach was how they felt about each other.

"Do you think you're ready for that?" There was no judgment in Abigail's question, just some gentle prodding.

Myka considered it. "Yes, I used to wake up expecting her to be gone, used to search for evidence of her, always afraid that she might have packed up her things and left while I wasn't looking. I trust her now."

"So, what's stopping you?" Abigail asked curiously.

Myka busied herself with chopping up some vegetables and adding them to the pot.

"Myka?" Abigail prompted.

Myka sighed. Abigail never let her get away with avoiding anything for very long. "What if she doesn't feel the same way I do? What if she just sees us as really good friends, and I just make things awkward?" Myka turned sharply when she heard Abigail's laugh.

"I'm sorry," Abigail said contritely as she reigned in her amusement. "I shouldn't have laughed at you, but Myka, that's…" she stopped herself from saying it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard Myka say. "I've never seen two people more in love with each other than you two are.

"Go, talk to her. I'll finish up here."

Myka found Helena in the living room, curled up on one end of the sofa with one of the Twilight novels. "Hey." Myka sat at the other end, facing Helena, but leaving a large gap between them. "Interesting read?"

Helena looked up. "Hello, darling." She smiled brightly and closed the book with an audible thump, setting it on the table beside her. "Claudia's suggestion," she explained. "Apparently, it's quite popular."

Myka smiled. "And?"

"As far as the genre is concerned, I prefer the likes of Dracula and Carmilla. That Dresden novel you loaned me was good too. I thought Bianca was a much more intriguing vampire than this Edward."

Myka chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"

Helena smirked back until she noticed the time. "Is everything alright? You're usually still with Abigail at this time."

Myka shifted nervously and picked at a piece of lint on the couch. "Yeah, everything's fine. There's just something I needed to talk to you about."

Helena turned bodily towards Myka and reached for her hand. "You have my full attention, dear."

Myka looked down at where Helena ran her thumb over the back of her hand, tracing the lines of tendons and muscle, the dips between each knuckle. "I-"

Claudia burst through the doorway, grinning almost maniacally. "Myka! H.G.! You guys have got to see this."

Pete poked his head around the doorway and groaned when he saw the two on the couch. Or at least, they thought it was Pete. "Thanks a lot, Claud!" The voice was much higher pitched than Pete's normal sound, more feminine sounding.

"Pete?" Myka shared a confused glance with Helena.

He groaned and stepped hesitantly into the room. His clothes hung loosely over his now slim frame. His face had thinned and taken on a more delicate appearance. His hair had grown out, framing his face, but the biggest change was the way Pete's chest had grown.

Claudia smirked gleefully. "Pete had a little mishap with an artifact."

"It wasn't my fault!" He whined. "It was a cape! Just like Superman's! It even had a big 'S' on it. How was I supposed to know this would happen!" He waved his hands at his body.

"How was a cape responsible for… this?" Helena asked skeptically.

"Because the cape belonged to Christine Jorgensen."

Myka's eyes lit up in realization. "Christine Jorgensen was one of the first well known transsexuals in the U.S. It was right after World War II. Her case was part of the beginning of the huge shift in the cultural understanding of the fluidity of sexuality. She had an act as Wonder Woman for a time before she had to change it to Superwoman because of the copyright infringement. Pete! This is why Artie tells you not to play with the artifacts!"

"But Mykes, it was a cape!"

"It was still an artifact," she said sternly.

"A cape!" he whined.

"Artifact."

"Artie sent us away while he's looking into how to reverse Pete's… transformation. Personally," she stage whispered to Myka and H.G., "I think Artie's just letting Pete stew for a while to try to teach him a lesson."

Pete huffed and stormed past them. Claudia dissolved into a fit of laughter as they heard his door slam shut. "Don't mind him. He's just a bit sensitive about all of the changes his body's going through right now," she chuckled as she followed after Pete.

Myka and Helena looked at each other for a moment, processing the scene they had just witnessed, before sharing a laugh. "He's never going to learn, is he?"

"Doubtful. It's part of his charm, and I suppose it makes things interesting."

"Never a dull moment at the Warehouse," Myka agreed. "Are you sure you want to stick around with all the madness that's bound to occur?"

It was mostly a joke, but it still sobered Helena. She stopped laughing and reached out to take Myka's hand. "I'm certain." She looked Myka in the eye. "Madness included, there's no place I'd rather be."

"Good. I'm glad. Because there's no place I'd rather be than here, with the people I love- with the person I love."

They stared at each other. A small quirk of the lips played across Helena's features. "I do hope you're not talking about Pete, darling," she teased, enjoying the horrified look that caused.

"Ew, no! I meant you. I'm in love with you." The declaration was out of her mouth before Myka had even processed it, and she couldn't be sure that that hadn't been Helena's intention to begin with.

"How fortunate for me, considering I am very much in love with you, Myka Bering. I would have been devastated if you hadn't felt the same way." Though the words were said lightly, they carried a weight of truth to them that suggested the concern had been a very real fear to Helena. Just as it had been to Myka.

And Myka couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of her in that moment, because Abigail was right. They were both so obvious! And so foolish to not see just how obvious they were, especially since they each understood everything else about the other so easily.

"Abigail was right," she explained to Helena. She reached up and guided her closer, pulling Helena into a kiss. Chaste, slow, but wonderful and so long overdue. "We have been obvious, oblivious idiots in love." Helena's responding chuckle was warm against her mouth.

"I suppose we have been," she leaned, removing the last of the distance between them once again.

"Oh, god! I'm bleeding! Someone needs to fix this now!" The moment was broken with that loud, feminine shriek from upstairs.

Helena just sighed and rested her forehead against Myka's, desperately clinging to the last moments before they were sure to be interrupted. "Never a dull moment," she muttered dryly. Myka smirked sympathetically and placed a quick kiss against Helena's lips.

Their lives were chaotic. Between artifacts and the Warehouse family drama, it could never be anything less. But that was okay. Neither one of them was well suited for a quiet, normal life, and as long as they had these brief moments of respite, just the two of them, Bering and Wells, it was worth it.

The End.

AN: All right, that's all for this story. I hope you've all enjoyed this as much as I have. Thanks again to all who have read, and or responded.