Every moment between them, passed through their minds while Myka and Helena got ready for their wedding ceremony. They remembered the spark that passed between them when Myka came around the corner at Atlas House while announcing that H.G. Wells was in fact a woman. They could both recall the softness of the other's skin as Helena had brushed her fingers over Myka's hand while Myka handcuffed her to that chair. Helena smiled as she remembered the look of awe in Myka's eyes while she lay pinned to the ceiling of Helena's home. Myka recalls the flicker of excitement that washed over her when she discovered H.G. in the wrestling coach's office, and the unexpected disappointment when she turned in the lab to find her gone. Even though she'd had ulterior motives for wanting to come back to the Warehouse Myka had seen past that to the heart of Helena while they dangled from Helena's grapple. She might not have had the key to the puzzle back then, but over time Myka was able to put the pieces together and learn who the remarkable woman behind the name really was. Once Myka had gotten past the armor of grief and anger and hate the woman laid bare before her was astounding, beautiful, brilliant, and it really wasn't a surprise that Helena was the one meant for her.

Myka had believed in her when no one else did, not even herself. Despite everything Helena had tried to do, everything she had done, Myka held her protectively in her heart, in her very soul. It was the kind of love story that her contemporaries were writing while she wrote about aliens invading earth, mad men and beastly men, and the struggle between eloi and morlocks. What would they think of her now, those men who so often asked why she refused to take a husband? Dear Arthur who's logical minded protagonist was often seen as being in a romance with the good Doctor Watson, or sweet flamboyant Oscar who hardly ever had a nice thing to say about love and certainly never a kind word for marriage. And what of her beloved brother? What would dear darling Charles make of all of this, of her, and of Myka? He would have adored her. It was so easy for Helena to picture Myka and Charles spending hours debating this or that or trying to best each other in fencing or chess. She'd had a vivid dream once where Myka had been there with her in Victorian England, married to Charles but in love with her, and while Charles had his countless affairs she and Myka raised Christina together, the pair of them still working for the Warehouse.

Stepping out of the bath Helena thought about telling Myka of that dream. She might get a laugh out of the idea of being married to Charles. Slipping into a fluffy white towel she went out into the suite she'd shared with Claudia to eat a light lunch before the spa people came up to do her hair and makeup. Seeing that Claudia was nowhere insight Helena retrieved her cell phone from the younger woman's jacket and smiled as she sent a text to Myka. She wasn't surprised when Myka responded that she wasn't feeling hung over which meant her suspicions about an artifact being present last night were correct. Helena was grateful to her darling girl; the last thing she wanted today was a god-awful headache. Settling in at the table by the window Helena typed out her next message and then set her phone aside to spread some sweet cream on her chocolate raspberry scone.

Myka paused mid-bite, leaving the fork in her mouth, to reply before returning her attention back to her omelet. Like Helena she had spent a wonderful hour or so in a hot rose scented bath, but unlike Helena she didn't have to wait on the spa people. Helena loved Myka's curls so Myka would be leaving her curls but taming them. She would have her hair partially pinned, mostly keeping it away from her face, with the rest in soft beautiful curls. In order to get the look she wanted they needed to start the taming process now, so Beatrice from the spa was working on her hair while she ate and texted Helena.

"What are you doing?" Claudia asked as she caught Helena in the middle of a text. "Are you talking to Myka?"

"No." Helena said honestly. "I'm texting her. There are no rules about texting your bride before the wedding."

Claudia rolled her eyes as she draped the garment bags containing their dresses on the back of the sofa. "Your hair and make up people are on their way up, say goodbye."

"As you wish." Helena said as she sent her final text.

Claudia smiled. "They're starting to set everything up. It's going to be awesome." Walking over to the table she took a seat beside her friend. "Are you getting nervous?"

"A little." Helena admitted honestly. "It's all a little overwhelming."

"You and Myka deserve this, Helena." Claudia said lovingly. "You've earned a happy ever after."

Helena smiled brightly at the younger woman as she reached for Claudia's hands. "Did you know I had three brothers?" She asked the girl. "I was closest to Charles because we were so close in age. Our elder brothers were practically out of the house by the time I arrived, but that didn't weaken how I felt about having brothers. Every birthday candle wish, every Christmas cracker wish, I wished for the same thing, a sister." Helena's face glowed with love as she said, "Took you a bloody long time to get here."

"I was waiting on indoor plumbing and the internet." Claudia said before throwing herself into Helena's open arms.

There was a knock at Myka's door before Pete's voice called out, "Mykes! You decent?"

Her face lit up as she called back, "I am, come in." She was sitting in an armchair getting a mani-pedi and when he walked into the room she laughed so hard she nearly made the young woman mess up her nails. Pete was in his black dress shirt, a pair of wine and gold basketball shorts, and flip-flops. "Well, that's a look."

"I need help with the cufflinks." Pete said as he walked over to where Myka was sitting.

"You'll have to wait a couple of minutes." Myka replied as she nodded towards her nails.

Pete nodded as he flopped onto the couch. He inspected his own nails and smiled as he said, "Had mine done this morning while you were still sleeping off last night." When Myka shot him a look he chuckled. "I like to look good."

Myka rolled her eyes. They were quite for several long minutes until Myka finally asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Pete smiled. "You look happy, and I'm getting so many good vibes I think I'm a little stoned from it."

"I am happy, Pete." Myka said with a smile. Once her nails were done and they were alone she said, "Standing here now, in this moment, looking out into the future, I haven't felt like this since the first time I looked out over the Warehouse, full of awe and wonder and excitement and even a little fear."

Pete smiled as he saw it all flicker in his best friends eyes. "Is that why you engraved Helena's band with, you are my endless wonder?" Myka nodded with a slight blush to her cheeks and he smiled a little more as he reached for her hand. "Do me a favor Mykes?"

There was a seriousness to his tone that made Myka put her other hand over his. "What is it Pete?"

"Don't lose her." Pete said earnestly. "Do whatever it takes to make it work, Mykes. She is your one, and I don't mean the Warehouse one, I mean she's the one and only meant to be in your heart, who shares your soul, she's the one you shouldn't ever have to live without. So, do whatever it takes to keep her with you always."

"You regret loosing Amanda, don't you?" Myka said softly. Pete nodded. "I promise you Pete, I will put everything I am into this. Helena and I both will."

He smiled and then to break up the emotional moment he said, "Good, because who would get me in the custody battle?"

Myka laughed. "Me, and H.G. on the weekends."

"Oh! I wonder if she'd take me to the McDonalds with the awesome play place!" Pete joked.

"You're a goof." Myka told him before throwing her arms around his neck.

"I know." Pete said as he wrapped is arms around her. "But I'm your goof." He held her for a moment longer before pulling back and dropping his black and silver batman cufflinks into her hand. "Now help with these will ya."

Helena stood in front of the mirror taking in her reflection. Her dress was absolutely stunning, a modern take on something she might have worn once upon a time only without the full skirt that required a wide berth. The dress was white satin faced chiffon, with lace appliqué and tulle from the waist up. The long sleeves were hand-beaded lace, with a beaded scalloped lace bateau neckline over a plunging sweetheart bodice with re-embroidered lace appliqués and hand-beaded accents. It had a jewel beaded natural waistband, plunging scalloped V-back neckline, side-draped skirt with cascading ruffle and chapel length train. Simple, elegant, classic and modern at the same time, it was so Helena. Helena smiled as she turned this way and that taking it all in, the dress, her upswept hair, her perfect makeup and freshly painted nails, her gorgeous shoes.

"Wow." Pete said as he stood in the doorway of the room with wide eyes and a sappy smile. "Wow."

Helena chuckled as she turned to face him. "You said that twice."

"It bears repeating." Pete said. "Wow."

"Thank you Pete." Helena said with a blush.

It took a moment for Pete to regain the ability to think. "I have something for you."

"You do?" Helena asked with a sweet smile.

Pete nodded as he moved closer to her, holding out a small jewelry box. "Claudia said that your dress really didn't allow for you to wear one of your lockets. I guess she meant the lacey stuff." He wagged his finger at the neckline of Helena's dress. "So I thought… Well…"

Helena opened the box to find a stunning silver charm bracelet with a heart shaped locket. Suddenly trembling fingers opened the locket to find her beautiful Christina. "Oh Pete."

He didn't say a word. He simply stepped closer, took the bracelet from its velvet nest, gently raised Helena's right hand and put the bracelet on her. Then he took the handkerchief from his pocket, not the black one in the breast pocket of his tux jacket because Myka just fixed that and she'd kill him, but the white one he carried in his pant's pocket, and tenderly wiped at Helena's tears, careful not to ruin her makeup.

Before Pete could step away Helena had her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."

"You might be the oldest," Pete said as he returned the hug. "Ya know being like one hundred and fifty and all," He smirked because he could feel her groan even if she didn't make any sound. "But I'm the big brother in this misfit family. I'm just looking out for my girls."

Pulling back and snatching his handkerchief to wipe at fresh tears Helena said, "You are impossibly sweet man-child."

"Yeap, that's me." Pete said brightly.

There was another knock on Myka's door, which Claudia answered, so she continued to triple check herself in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. It was the sound of her mother's gasp that made Myka turn around.

"Oh Myka, look at you." Jean said softly. "You're beautiful."

"Thanks." Myka said with a soft smile. Myka's dress, like Helena's, was a modern take on a classic look. The charmeuse, a lightweight shimmery satin, dress was a v-neck halter with a ruched surplice bodice. It's dropped waist had a beaded embroidery band that rested perfectly on Myka's hips. The short train extended from Myka's waist and was about a yard or so long. It was something right out of the golden age of the late 20s. Myka's dark curls pulled back, and her grandmother's silver beaded hair comb slipped in just off to the side, and her perfect makeup finished off the look. Myka was absolutely breathtaking.

"White huh?" Warren asked.

"It's ivory Dad." Myka replied. Not even her Dad's little constant criticisms would bring her down from the happy little cloud she was on today.

"Shut up Warren." Jean told her husband firmly.

"It's alright." Warren continued with a smirk. "Your mother shouldn't have worn white to our wedding either."

"Warren, really!" Jean sighed.

Stepping closer to his eldest daughter Warren kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful sweetheart."

"Thanks Dad." Myka gave him a soft smile.

After spending a few minutes with her parents Myka sent them off to take their seats. The wedding ceremony would be on the balcony of the Spirit Song building with the Red Rock Mountains at sunset as their backdrop. Then they would move to the area near the creek to have dinner under the sycamore and cottonwood trees, before going into the adjoining open walled building to party.

"Oh my god you have to see this." Claudia said as she rushed over to Myka to show her the picture Vanessa just sent her. "V and Artie just picked Trailer and Lulu up from the doggy spa."

"Aww!" Myka said as she looked at the image of Trailer freshly bathed and brushed, sporting a black bowtie, and Lulu freshly bathed and groomed and glittering with a sparkly collar and fur ribbons. Then Myka's smile faulted. "Oh god. We're those people."

Claudia laughed. "Na, don't worry about it. I've been dressing Trailer up behind Artie's back for years."

"That would explain the Star Trek shirt to small for anyone in the house but him." Myka said with a laugh. A moment later she softened, as she looked her friend over and smiled. Claudia was wearing a strapless dress with an empire waist, a light gray under lining and black tulle caviar beaded overlay. In contrast Pete would be wearing a gray tux over a black shirt. "Claudia, you look amazing."

"Guess I clean up pretty well." Claudia replied with a blush. Then she smiled at Myka and asked, "Are you ready? It's almost time."

Myka nodded. "I am. Claudia, thank you." She said while catching the younger woman's arm. "You've been rooting for me and Helena since day one, and even when it seemed like we'd never get here, you stayed so sure of it, so hopeful. It really is perfect that you'll be standing up there with us tonight."

"Captain of the SS. Bering and Wells reporting for duty!" Claudia said with a playful salute, but the love and admiration in her eyes let Myka know just how much Claudia loved them, and how much her words meant to her.

Myka laughed softly as she hugged the young woman. "I'm so asking Helena to make you a little toy boat for the bathtub with that name on it."

"Would you!" Claudia replied excitedly. "Dude that would be awesome sauce!"

While everyone gathered and began taking their seats piano and cello versions of contemporary pieces such as Phillip Phillips' Home and Jason Mraz's I Won't Give Up played. It really was a stunning setting, the music, the candles as they flickered in the purple haze of twilight while the sky began taking on hues of pink and orange as the sun dipped closer to the horizon. Once everyone was seated and it was time to start the piano and cello duo started playing Christina Perri's A Thousand Years, Claudia's choice, and moments later she and Pete made their way towards the official who stood on a slightly raised dais.

Then it was the brides' turn.

On one of their first official dates Myka had taken Helena to a sing-a-long showing of The Sound of Music, since then every once in awhile Myka would catch Helena humming one of the songs while looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Since neither of them wanted to use the traditional bridal marches Myka suggested they do something a little different. A beautiful instrumental version of Something Good began to play, and they each smiled before taking their first steps towards each other. They weren't walking down the center aisle but coming from stage right and stage left, walking towards each other, towards their new life together in unison rather then having one walk and wait on the other. As Helena had said, "I have you darling, I'm done waiting."

They were both staggered by the other one's beauty and for several moments as they stood together the rest of the world melted away. In that moment they were the only two souls in existence.

"Any day now you two." Pete stage whispered which got a small laugh for the guests and soft blushes from the brides.

Helena and Myka smiled at each other once more before turning to face the official. The Reverend smiled warmly at the gathered guests while she spoke, "To all present I say: We are gathered here, not to witness the beginning of what will be, but rather what already is! We do not create this marriage, because we cannot. We can and do, however, celebrate with Helena and Myka the wondrous and joyful occurrence that has already taken place in their lives, and the commitment they make today." Then she focused on Helena and Myka. " Helena, Myka, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you. The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great; and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life."

"Those who know Helena and Myka well know that they share of love of literature." The Reverend said to the guests. "Now we take a moment as they each share a reading. Helena."

Helena smiled. Everything deeply personal they needed to say to each other they wrote in letters. They shared their deepest and truest feelings only with each other, because a lot of what they had to say included a lot of secrets others couldn't know, or wouldn't understand. That's not to say that every word spoken here today didn't come from the depths of their hearts and souls, but in their letters they laid themselves bare, raw, and naked to each other. Today was simply a more public display of how deeply they felt for one another.

"A soul mate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks." Helena began, reciting a passage from Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne. "When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be." It was fitting because in so many ways Myka had tirelessly unlocked every one of Helena's locks, faithfully seeking out the true Helena, the one well beyond Emily Lake and even H.G. Wells. "Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own paradise. Our soul mate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person. Our soul mate is the one who makes life come to life."

It wasn't easy. They both had such a vast knowledge of literature that it was overwhelming to pick something, just one thing, that wasn't to long or to short, and held meaning for them. Myka hoped she chose well in choosing a section of The Irrational Season by Madeleine L'Engle. "But ultimately there comes a moment when a decision must be made. Ultimately two people who love each other must ask themselves how much they hope for as their love grows and deepens, and how much risk they are willing to take…It is indeed a fearful gamble…" Loving someone so deeply had been a risk for Helena, and for her as well. They had both suffered losses before each other, and they'd suffered hurt because of each other, but their love proved stronger then any other and simply wouldn't let them give up on each other. "Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature.

To marry is the biggest risk in human relations that a person can take…If we commit ourselves to one person for life this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession, but participation…It takes a lifetime to learn another person…When love is not possession, but participation, then it is part of that co-creation which is our human calling, and which implies such risk that it is often rejected."

Eyes were beginning to tear up and smiles shone on every face, even the invited Regents, as the Reverend said, "Helena, Myka, please join hands." They passed off their beautiful bouquets of Rocky Mountain Columbines and Pasques in shades of blue and purple, and purple English Heather to Claudia before taking each other's hands. They gave gentle squeezes and warm smiles as they began their vows.

"Do you Helena take Myka to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes as well as her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?"

Despite the tears in her eyes Helena's voice was strong as she said, "I do."

"Do you Myka take Helena to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes as well as her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?"

Not having the English stiff upper lip to fall back on Myka's voice cracked a little as she said, "I do."

"The rings?" The Reverend asked as she turned to Pete who handed her two platinum bands.

Not wanting to be out done by Helena Myka had gone on a mission. The mission was to find the perfect engagement ring for Helena, and it had been successful. Myka found a stunning Victorian engagement ring with the most perfect dark blue sapphire, the stone of density, she'd ever seen. So their bands were just simple, beautiful, platinum bands engraved on the inside. Like Pete said Myka's ring to Helena read, "You are my endless wonder." And Helena's to Myka read, "You are my miracle."

"Wedding rings are made precious by our wearing them." The Reverend stated while holding the bands in the palm of her open hand. "Your rings say that even in your uniqueness you have chosen to be bound together. Let these rings also be a sign that love has substance as well as soul, a present as well as a past, and that, despite its occasional sorrows, love is a circle of happiness, wonder, and delight. May these rings remind you always of the vows you have taken here today." She smiled and held her hand out to Helena.

Helena took Myka's ring and as she slipped it onto Myka's hand she said, "With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."

Myka's eyes were locked with Helena's as she responded; "I will forever wear this ring as a sign of my commitment and the desire of my heart." Then she took Helena's ring and as she slipped it on Helena's finger she said, "With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."

And Helena responded, "I will forever wear this ring as a sign of my commitment and the desire of my heart."

The Reverend smiled brightly as she raised her hands, blessing the couple and said, "And now, by the power vested me in by the State, I hereby pronounce you wife and wife. You may now seal your union with a kiss."

Helena reached for Myka's beautiful face and pulled her close. "My Myka." She whispered before capturing Myka's lips in a kiss that made several people including Artie blush.

Because theirs was not a "traditional" marriage they wanted the legality of their union to be witnessed by everyone, because there would be no doubt their marriage was a legal one, so as part of the ceremony the Reverend said, "Friends and Family, to conclude this ceremony, will the designated witnesses please come forward and sign their names to the certificate of marriage."

Pete and Claudia joined Myka and Helena along with the Reverend at a small table where they all signed where they needed to sign. Once that was finished, their union complete not only emotionally and spiritually, but also legally, the Reverend said, "Friends and Family, I present to you for the first time, Helena and Myka Bering-Wells."

Their family and friends stood and cheered as Helena and Myka walked hand in hand down the aisle. They slipped into a small room off to the side for some time alone while their guests were shown to the lawn where they would be having dinner. Myka held Helena in her arms while Helena wiped at the tears on Myka's face. "You're my wife."

Helena smiled, her dark eyes bright and twinkling with her own tears of joy. "I am."

Myka actually giggled.

"I love you." Helena said softly.

"I love you." Myka replied before sharing another kiss with her new wife.

They didn't get as much time together as they wanted. Claudia soon came knocking and calling through the door that it was time to head down to the lawn, people were starving and waiting on them, so they reluctantly left their little hideaway and joined their guests under a million little fairy lights and flickering candles for four courses that included smoked Scottish salmon, duck breast, and grilled steak for Pete who kept making faces while they talked about the menu. They had wonderful food and amazing wine, and after dinner they headed back to the Creek House for dancing and wedding cake.

For their first dance they were going to do a waltz but before they could start Claudia took the DJ's microphone and said, "Can I have everyone's attention? Hi. I'm Claudia, BFF and the most kick ass Maid of Honor to our beautiful brides." She was smiling and gave a little wave while resort staff set up a small piano. "Our lovely ladies are about to have their first dance as wives, but there's been a little change in the program. It's still going to be a waltz but we've nixed their prerecorded dead European composer piece for something totally better. Artie."

Artie got up from where he'd been sitting and walked over to the piano.

"See our loveable Artie here has something special for Myka and Helena." Claudia explained. "He wrote them their own waltz." There was a soft gasp of surprise from both bridges. "Yeah, it's totally a big deal. I don't even have my own song and I'm totally his favorite."

"Claudia." Artie grumbled.

"So, Myka, Helena, if you would take the dance floor." Claudia said with a wave of her hand.

They took the dance floor, Artie began to play, and thankfully muscle memory kicked in because Artie's music was so beautiful, so meaningful, that they got lost in it while they moved gracefully across the dance floor. When the song was over and the dance at its end they went to Artie and wrapped the man in their arms.

"It was beautiful Artie." Helena said, the funny little way she said his name making him smile.

"Thank you." Myka added before kissing his cheek.

After cake, which was three tiers, each a different flavor, and done to look like Victorian lace with edible versions of the flowers and heather in their bouquets, Pete asked everyone to head back outside. It really wouldn't have been a Myka and Helena wedding without an artifact, would it? While Claudia set up the music Pete made his way across the creek to join Steve, moments later the inky black Arizona sky was filled with fireworks, courtesy of several borrowed artifact. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. Helena stood with her arms around Myka watching the sky glitter and sparkle just for them.

Leaning close so her lips brushed Myka's ear Helena said, "And so begins the grandest of adventures."

Myka smiled. "Righty-ho then, Mrs. Bering."

Helena laughed. "Right-ho Mrs. Wells."