Inspired by a prompt from imagineyourotp on tumblr. Just a short Bering and Wells one shot
Imagine your OTP getting lost in a maze, and eventually staying over night. Person A lays down on the floor on their jacket, and Person B lays on top of them, using their own jacket as a blanket for the both of them so they fall asleep somewhat comfortably, until the sun comes up and they find a way out of the maze
"I blame you for this, just so you know."
"Oh, it isn't really that bad."
"Isn't really that bad? We are trapped in this maze, Helena. Pete has the Farnsworth, the sun went down over an hour ago, and we are trapped in this maze."
Helena watched in silence as Myka paced back and forth. She could just make out the taller woman thanks to a weak lantern that hung off of a post a few feet away. Myka kept running her hand through her hair, and twisting about, as if hoping an escape would magically appear.
Helena smiled slightly. It was just like Myka to act like this. While the taller agent was rather adept at adapting to change in a situation, she did not always react well when something major seemed to go wrong.
Shaking her head slightly, Helena lowered herself to the ground. She slipped her jacket off, and laid it on ground before lying back. She crossed her arms under her head, and just took in the star covered sky above them.
Myka paced back and forth a few more times before noticing Helena's new position.
"What are you doing?"
"Lying down, darling, and I assume I will go to sleep at some point."
"How can you sleep now?"
"Well, there isn't really much else to do, is there? Might as well take the rest when we can, and try to get out in the morning."
"You want to spend the night sleeping in a maze?"
"Want to? Not particularly, but there seems to be no other alternative currently. However, there is a sense of adventure to it, is there not?"
Myka groaned, and Helena knew she was rolling her eyes. Helena closed her eyes.
It was a cool night, and a light breeze was making the top of the hedges rustle. Not a bad night to be stuck outdoors, in retrospect. She could hear Myka start pacing again. The repetitive lull of her footsteps settled Helena's brain, and started to lead her to sleep.
Before she was completely out, however, a weight settled on her.
She opened her eyes slightly, and smiled. Myka had lowered herself onto her, her head resting on Helena's chest, and her fingers playing with the hem of Helena's shirt. Her jacket was draped over both of them, keeping the slight chill at bay.
Helena moved an arm from under her head, and wrapped it around Myka, holding the woman close.
"I still blame you," Myka murmured.
Helena chuckled and lightly kissed the top of Myka's head.
"Just sleep. We will get out of here tomorrow."
Then, Pete totally finds them like that, and wakes them up. Myka's embarrassed, and HG gives a quick, logical explanation as to why they were sleeping like that.