Authors Note : Thank you guys so much for reading/following and commenting. WellsBering, and Karjens44 you guys rock. Thanks to all the readers from all over the world, you guys do a lot for a person's ego, lol.

So this is my other short little follow up. I tried to stick to their characters again, I'm not certain as to how much I succeeded but here's to hoping. Like always, please comment feed the bard, but no mean things. Criticism is appreciated, but I'm assuming you guys know where the line is. Again thanks so much for everything, enjoy!

Story:

This was probably one of the most awkward moments of Myka's life, and she'd had a lot. Claudia's raised eyebrow wasn't helping matters either. Pete cleared his throat quietly, drawing all eyes to him.

"Uh, Claudia and me - "

"Claudia and I." Myka interrupted, then mentally kicked herself when she realised what she did.

"I'm sorry Pete, go on."

Pete rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, then started again.

"Claudia and I were actually sent to get you. There's a meeting in the warehouse, but We'll just go on ahead, you guys can follow behind. Come on Claude."

" I was just gonna - "

"Claude"

"Okay, Okay , I'm coming."

Pete took Claudia's hand and practically dragged her out of the room, the sound of the closing door behind them reverberating through the now quiet room.

Myka turned to H.G., and couldn't help but smile. Everything seemed better, somehow by just being around her. Still, she frowned slightly as reality caught up.

"We need to talk."

H.G nodded In Agreement, then gestured in the general area of the door.

"We do, but you heard Agent Lattimer. Artie wants us at the warehouse."

H.G walked over to a chair and turned it around to face Myka, then straddled it. She could feel Myka's eyes on her the whole time, and a small smile broke out on her face.

"Still, your wish is my command."

A funny look crossed Myka's face before she seemed to draw herself together. Sighing, she dragged a chair in front of H.G.'s and straddled it just like her, so each was facing the other. H.G. quirked an eyebrow, as if waiting for her to say her piece, and Myka found herself enraptured by the smallest facial expressions. 'If I had to pick a favourite feature' , she mused. 'It would probably be her eyes.' Myka's own eyes danced across H.G's face, quickly dipping down to her lips once she noticed a pink tongue darting out to caress the bottom lip.

"Myka?"

"What? Oh, yes of course, talking. Sorry."

Helena smiled again and Myka returned it, as she always would.

""Myka, eventually we are going to have to do more than just smile at each other you know? We can't keep Artie waiting for long."

"I know, I'm just happy. I'm happy you're here and I want to have you to myself for a moment, before I have to share you with the world. It feels good, to know that you're not somewhere in life threatening danger or pretending to be somewhere else. You're here, with me and it feels right. can you understand that?"

Myka felt a soft pressure against her palm and looked down in time to see H.G.'s fingers wrap around hers.

"It does make sense." Helena replied. "But there are some things I have to tell you. I mean, I have to explain why I stayed. You were, no you are the best friend I've ever had, and could ever hope to have, and I think you deserve more than what I gave you."

Shushing her distressed friend gently, Myka brought both their palms up against her cheek, her thumb slowly stroking the top of H.G's palm.

"When are you going to learn to forgive yourself Helena?"

A wry smile crossed the woman's lips as she replied;

"You first."

Nodding in acquiescence, Myka reluctantly let go of the palm in her hands and rose from the chair.

"I think we could stay here forever, just talking but now isn't the time. There are artifacts to capture, people to save."

H.G. stood as well following Myka towards the door.

"Same old then?"

"Same old."