A/N Had another one… though I was in this one, so I rewrote me as a crazy old lady, which somehow seemed appropriate :P
BTW this one lacks story unlike the other two prior. I guess my subconscious was lazy last night and just wanted a Myka/HG blip on some Star Wars planet.
Pete and Myka walked the long balcony that surrounded a circular building, high up in the clouds. The walls and floor all matched with a pale grey cement colour. Glass lined many of the walls in which they passed. To the other side of the glass lay shops and various things one would see in a traditional city.
Helena watched the two from across the way; she was standing on the other side of one of the many bridges that spanned across air and cloud. The Victorian could only assume that the duo was there on an artifact hunt.
"Bloody Myka," The Brit muttered under her breath, "Always getting in my way."
"Oh, is that how you talk about the woman of your dreams?" An old lady asked from right beside her. She was holding a bunch of shopping bags in her hands while she glared at HG with her bright blue eyes.
"Wha-" HG whipped her head to look at her, "She's not the woman of my dreams. She's the pain in my arse."
"Aw, Helena, that's so cute. You're so far in denial you think you can't stand the love of your life."
"I- No- Hey! How do you know my name?"
"How do you think I know it? I'm an old lady in a city that's submerged in clouds. You really thought you wouldn't run into at least one magic woman… or a crazy monkey poop juggler… or a lightning bolt merchant… or those guys that promise you eternal good luck if you let them harvest out your left eyeball… or…?"
"Okay, okay, I get it. Would you please just refrain from speaking and hold your tongue?"
The lady chuckled, "You said 'hold your tongue', like those guys down at port 13 do, when they cut out any stowaway's tong…"
"Please?" Helena snapped. "Can you please just leave me be?"
"Yes, of course I can."
HG sighed in relieve, "Thank you."
"I just have to give you some advice first." The Victorian clenched her teeth whilst exhaling through her nose. "You are a lots woman, Helena," The old seer began, "A woman out of her time; seeking revenge on the world that she believes has wronged her. However, your 'Bloody Myka' as you so lovingly refer to her; she is consistently proving everything that you believe to be true, false." HG took her eyes off the old woman and searched out Myka's small figure across the way. "She scares you because that emptiness in your heart that you've grown to rely on, fills when she is near." The Victorian's eyes welled up, but she refused to let a tear fall. "Don't be a fool Helena." HG then looked back to her side only to find the old woman gone.
After a few deep breaths, HG headed out with determination.
~oOo~
"I still think he was lying," Myka said to Pete.
"Yeah, my gut says the same thing," He agreed.
"We should check out the Canteen again." The man only nodded as they made their way to the glass elevator that would bring them down to the bar.
Myka called the lift which soon appeared and opened, revealing HG inside of it, leaning against one of the side walls.
"Helena," Myka muttered. The Brit stood up straight and waited silently for them to enter.
Pete, knowing their complicated relationship, stepped back, "You know Mykes, I'm gonna wait for the next one."
Myka was so numb at that point; she just rigidly and silently walked into the elevator and turned around to face the door, before HG pressed the floor button to shut the two of them in.
Just as the door closed HG reached for Myka, sliding her fingers through her brown curls, and pulled her close with her opposite arm around her lower back. With one graceful movement HG captured Myka's lips. Helena though the American would pull away, but instead she wrapped her arms around her and only pulled them tighter while she opened her mouth, welcoming the Brit's tongue.
HG clung to the woman even harder, she wondered if she was holding on so tight she was hurting her, but she just could not loosen her hold. She needed Myka more than she had ever thought possible. The brunette slipped her hand under HG's shirt which almost made the Victorian convulse with over stimulation; her knees went week where Myka had to stabilize her.
The door then opened to the lower floor, which made the girls unlock their lips, but not loosen their holds on one another. HG looked over Myka's should through the open door and into the empty hallway and then said with a cheeky smile, "I say one more round. Shall we?" and with that, she pressed the button behind the American, that would bring them back to the previous top floor.
Myka giggled at her before HG grabbed a hold of the brunette's hand and sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth. Myka bit back another laugh as she rested her head against Helena's whilst tangling her free hand's fingers into HG's raven locks. Silently, Myka welcomed Helena back home with a kiss on her forehead. There were no words needed, Helena was sorry she ever left and Myka forgave her for ever doubting them.
The door opened again, revealing the bright upper deck and Pete, back turned, waiting for the lift. Helena pulled Myka's, now wet, fingers out of her mouth before they both looked to the man outside.
Just as Pete started to turn around Myka spurt out, "Sorry Pete, You're going to have to take the next one!" She then dove for the floor button which closed the door between them. When the elevator started to descend once again Myka looked to HG and asked mischievously, "So where were we?"