A/N The same old song and dance… RL, work, no time to write. I am trying to follow along with the seasons, adding scenes I would have liked to have seen. Still looking for a Beta for this story. So, with that said, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
"Agent Bering, it is time," The caretaker said in a monotone voice. Myka swallowed hard as she stood up, her fingers dancing at the cuffs of her white blouse as she keep her eyes downcast.
"So soon, Irene?" Helena replied as her non-corporeal body automatically followed suit, rising in unison with her American.
The caretaker shot a wary, raised eyebrow at the Brit as she cleared her throat. "I do believe we have come to an agreement, Ms. Wells's assistants will be needed on this case. I must insist you return to your…" The sage was saying when she was abruptly cut off.
"My limbo prison?" Helena snarked. "You still…" Helena's words cut short by the loud hiss of Myka sucking in a shaking breath. Both women turned, watching as the younger woman's eyes went wide, a faint trickle of red slowly ebbing down her chin as she bit her bottom lip.
"I can't" Myka mumbled, hands raking through ruff curls as she turned her back to the older women. "Is it not enough that I returned to the warehouse… my so-called 'happy place'? Only to have Helena ripped from me." Myka's voice hoarse from the tears she tried to quill down.
"For Christ sake, I shot a light switch from twenty paces, proved my loyalty to that third degree inquisition in that damn room with all the regents eying me," Myka said, her voice rising with each word. She started to pace the small bedroom in the B and B, vigorously rubbing the back of her neck as her other arm flew with each word.
"I want answers! For both of us or I will …" Myka trying to control the volume of her voice so as others in inn would not hear, her tirade cut short by the electric shock of Helena's hand passing through the younger woman's shoulder.
"Myka, no" The words from Helena stilling Myka's rant. Both women stilling as their eyes fell into the abyss that was their love.
Words of threats fell upon deaf ears as the lovers inched as close as what was allowed by that damn ball.
"Myka," Helena whispered as she raised her hand, her fingers shooting off sparks as they ghosted across the younger woman's cheek. Myka instinctively bent her head toward the ghost caress. "Please, my love. Irene's proposal is a sound plan, Yes?" Helena whispered as she drew their lips as close as that damn ball would allow.
Myka swallowed hard, her lips still hovering near Helena's as she straightened her blouse, her chest puffing a bit out, her eyes shooting daggers as she glanced side-ways at the caretaker. "Do you mind?" Myka rumbled. A look nether women had ever been privy to see in all the years Myka had been with the warehouse.
"Savor this moment, Agent Bering. I will tolerate insubordination only for so long." The Sage stated as she turned away from the two lovers.
"Pish tosh… insubordination my Victorian as…" Helena started to remark.
"Helena! Language," Myka huffed out, her hands just stopping above Helena's hips.
The caretaker cleared her throat as she kept her back turned to the two women. "As it seems, Agent Bering has, once again seen fit to defend you Helena," Mrs. Frederic responded. The snide remark cutting into Helena, her fists clenched as she started to charge the woman.
"Helena...No" Myka growled, trying as best as one could to hold back a non-corporeal form.
"Helena George Wells!" Myka said in a stern, hushed tone just as Helena's form neared the caretaker.
"The beauty to the beast," Irene quipped as she took a step back. "I am pleased to see you still have your protective instincts intact, Helena," The Sage said as she stood back, tugging on her pink-knit coat. Her eyes then traveling to the wide-green eyes peaking just over the shoulder of the now shaking Brit.
"I trust, Agent Bering, that you will be able to talk some sense into Ms. Wells," The Sage then raising an eyebrow at the same moment that Helena turned to face the Sage. If it weren't for the serious tone of that moment. Myka would have bent over in laughter at the battle of the 'brows'.
"We are then agreed on the plan; Ms. Wells will be activated in the presents of the others, none the wiser to the time you and Ms. Wells has spent together. You will act appropriately, I trust, Agent Bering?"
Clearing her throat, Myka raised her eyes, her head still bent down but yet straightening her shoulders as she addressed the caretaker, "Yes ma'am."
…
"I was sincere in my excitement about visiting Ohio, Myka,' Helena said as she sat back on the bed, reveling in the feel of the lumpy mattress that had adorn the sub-par hotel that they had found themselves in at the moment.
"I know," Myka whispered as she unpacked her 'too-go' bag into the age-faded night dresser. Myka turned to the bathroom, a pair of boy shorts and a tank in her hand as she glanced over her shoulder. "Helena, please?" Myka making a half-hearted attempt at privacy, her voice fading with each word as she trudged to the bathroom.
Helena sighed as she studied her boots. "It is not as if we have not…" Helena whispered, her eyes raised in a hopeful plead, her shoulders then sinking as the Formica door to the bathroom door slammed shut.
Helena played at a loose thread on her scarf, sighing...she knew it was just a figment of her thoughts, 'something to distract me,' Helena sighed as she kicked off her boots.
Her scientific mind then taking full control...'wait...if I can 'kick' off my boots...why the hell could I not 'pop' through that door? ' Helena quizzed herself.
"Christ almighty Wells...get a grip," Helena whispered as she stared at the door. She had been standing there for quite a while, her hand would still just before touching the door. Her hand trembling just before the wood. Her hesitance was cut short from the faint noise coming from behind the closed door.
"Please...more Helena," The faint whisper of lustful murmurs that slipped through the door had strengthened her resolve.
"Righty ho," Helena whispered to herself as she stopped before the door. She drew her forefinger in front of her nose, sucking in a shaky breath…."Okay, just a quick jump," Helena whispered to herself as she watched her fingers turning a shade of brown, matching the same hue of the bathroom door.
Helena had closed her eyes as she felt herself pass through the wooden barrier.
A sharp gasp from the time-traveler caused Myka's lids to snap open as she jerked her hand away from between her thighs.
"What the hell, Helena!?"
Myka all but stuttered, her arms crossed her chest, her hands cupping her breasts as the wet wash-cloth was clutched between her fingers.
"Really, love?" Helena said, running her hand through her phantom black locks as she tried to calm her slight heart attack pounding at her chest. "It is as if I have not seen your heavenly form before and then I thought I heard you calling my name and…" Helena stuttered, a soft pink hue now crossing her cheeks.
Myka smiled inwardly to herself as she heard the slight waver of that Wells ego. She gulped down the slight moan that had been building from her soft ministrations just moments ago. A lush fantasize of Helena, coupled with her presents now caused her peaks to stiffen even more so at that lithe British voice.
"Hand me a towel, please?" Myka's voice smooth and steady. a stark contrast to the storm inside her with Helena so near as she locked eyes with lust-filled eyes...
"Helena?" Myka asked, trying to hide the squeak in her voice as she cleared her throat, her long, slender arm, muscles flexing as her fingers pointed to the towel rack.
Helena turned her back as Myka dried herself off. Her eyes never leaving the back of the Brit. Then Myka cleared her throat as she finished dressing for the night.
"It's okay Helena, you can turn around," Myka said as she started to comb through her wet curls.
"Well, that was a bit of a letdown," Helena failed a fake frown. Her eyes lighting up when Myka smirked at her reflection in the mirror.
"No pouting, you have had plenty of times to see my 'heavenly' form," Myka laughed softly as she headed out of the bathroom. Helena in tow behind her as she started to draw the shades.
Both of them jumped with a fright as the loud clap of thunder echoed through the room. Myka's eyes were a dark, sparking green as the lightning illuminated the dark green flecks. Myka witnessed a relaxed Helena then stiffen at the loud clap of thunder.
"Helena?" Myka whispered as she tried to grip Helena. Their bodies meeting as Helena's form melded into Myka's solid form. The electric shock from the hologram was ignored as Myka then tried to sooth Helena, both women then sighing as they realized neither could physical comfort the other.
"Christina always jumped with a fright with the flash of Zeus's ego," Helena said, her mouth then pressing, as much as a non-corporeal form could, into Myka's neck. Myka would have sworn that she felt the tears cascading down, and then curving around her collar bone.
Myka lead Helena to the bed, nodding for Helena to lay next to her. "Tell me about Christina, how you comforted her during a storm," Myka smiled softly as Helena tried her best to snuggle up to her love.
...
"What the hell?" Myka whispered to herself as she tired, her eidetic memory knowing she could only pull Helena so close. She gasped a bit a she shut off the orb, trying to rein in her loss at not being able to say goodbye to Helena. Having to fake the feelings because of Pete being there.
"You know Pete, you are a complete ass? Right? You could have waited just a few minutes more, " Myka stumbled over her words, the need to feel Helena close to her, to say goodbye on her own terms was interrupted when Pete had come up to the two women. She watched as her partner swiped the brim of the Fedora hat from Agent Seacourt.
"Just give me a few?" Myka whispered as she shoved her partner toward the aisle.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Pete's bad impression echoing down the aisle as she turned back to the black orb.
Myka yelped as her hand met the caretakers.
"Agent Bering?" The Sage stated. "I assure you that Ms. Wells will be well tended too. You both knew that after this case was resolved that the Regents would require a status report from Ms. Wells and myself, correct?" Myka just nodded and bowed her head, wrapping her arms around her waist as she turned and started down the aisle.
"Will we… will I be able to… to see her again?" Myka asked in a hushed tone, keeping her back to the caretaker, not daring to look back as she tried to control her emotions.
"That decision is now in the hands of the Regents," Mrs. Frederic said as she slipped the sphere into her coat. "There are concerns as to the future. Plans are in place for the safekeeping of all associated with the warehouse," The caretaker said as she walked up to the agent, then stopping behind the tall agent. Her hand hovering over, then stilling above Myka's slumped shoulders.
"I have always championed for Helena, " Mrs. Frederic whispered.
Myka sniffed down a sob threatening to escape as she brushed roughly at her cheek with her hand, her other gripped at her blouse as she turned around. "And I thank you for that…" Myka was saying as she turned around, her face sinking at the sight of the empty aisle in front of her.