Chapter Four
Staring into Helena's dark eyes, the Tesla pointed directly at her chest, all Myka could think about was how mad Leena would be when she saw her coffee table. It was an odd thing to be focusing on, she would later acknowledge, but still, with it's sharp edges currently piercing her rear, it was all her brain could manage. There was no way she could make sense of the situation otherwise. If she didn't focus on the table, she would be forced to process the fact that her lover was pulling a weapon on her with no indications of it being an ill-designed joke. She would have to look at the coldness of Helena's eyes, eyes that just this morning had looked at her with that unique mix of smug satisfaction and complete adoration that only Helena Wells was capable of. She would have to accept that that the woman she loved was mere millimetres from pulling the trigger.
"Who. Are. You," Helena bit out, the Tesla not wavering in the slightest.
Myka felt the a hot quivering flush swamp her body, this was not right. "Helena, it's me..."
"I don't know who are," she replied in a disdainfully arch voice that Myka had not heard in many months, not since Helena's voice had been calmed and softened by the happiness and security she had finally found in this new odd little family of hers. "And I don't know how you got in here, but I suggest you start explaining yourself. Now."
Summoned by the sound of the crash, the others poured into the room, taking in the sight before them. Taking Helena's lead, Pete grabbed his gun and provided extra cover for her. It was Claudia, however, who jumped straight to the heart of the matter with all her usual eloquence.
"HG. What the frak, man?"
Myka had had just about enough of this. "Come on guys, lay off. This isn't funny."
"Damn straight it's not funny, missy," Pete tended to get a little patronising when caught off guard. "How the hell did you get in here?" He turned his head slightly to speak to Leena out the corner of his mouth. "I thought the B&B had some kind of mojo happening to stop people getting in here."
"It- it does," Leena confirmed, giving Myka an almost painfully confused look. "I can't explain how she got through."
"Pete, it's ME. It's Myka. Myka Ophelia Bering, Secret Service agent number -"
"You are NOT Myka Bering," Helena barked, stepping closer to her.
With the weapon now aimed directly at her forehead Myka felt herself take a slow breath. It had taken her quite some time - far more time than Helena would have liked - for Myka to actually accept the woman's love, to accept that Helena G. Wells actually loved and wanted her, plain old Myka Bering of Colorado Springs. There had been months of back and forth, doubt and disbelieve before Helena had finally convinced her of the undeniable depth of her love for her. That acceptance had been a glorious feeling, one that she had never experienced before. And now that same force was being thrown back at her. The force of Helena's love for her being used to subdue her far more effectively than the Tesla. In some small part, the force of Helena's conviction gave her a degree of comfort.
"You are not Myka Bering," Helena repeated, in a quieter but no less deadly volume. "And you have exactly thirty seconds to tell me what you have done to her before I shoot you. And please, do not mistake me for a cautious woman, this firearm is set to a lethal force."
Myka took in the steadfast gaze of Helena's eyes. They were serious, but more than that they were afraid. She had seen many looks in those expressive eyes, but fear was not one that she wore openly. Helena was truly afraid for Myka - the Myka that this 'stranger' had apparently harmed in some way. And there was no way that Myka was prepared, cowering on the floor as she was, to take on Mamma Bear HG (as Claud had dubbed her in such moments) - not if she wanted to get out alive.
"Helena," she started quietly, taking in the slight flinch Helena gave at the use of her name. "I'm sorry for this, okay. I'm sorry. Really. I'm - I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what?" Claudia asked in a weary tone. She didn't feel like bloodshed this morning.
In a move that Helena herself would have been in awe of, Myka sprung from her place on the floor, swiping out an arm to throw Helena's Tesla to the ground while reaching out to usurp Pete's with her other. Sparing a precious second to check the settings, she thumbed the switch on the barrel and, with more than a slight twinge of guilt, shot a widespread beam, felling her family to litter the floor around her.