A/N I am working on wrapping up this story. Trigger warning for suggested sex and language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
"Would you like some tea?" Myka asked after they made their way to kitchen, reaching up in the cupboard, Helena swallowed down the sharp breath of air trying to escape from deep inside as she watched Myka's jacket and shirt ride up, revealing the pale expanse of her lower back.
"Something a bit stronger may be called for after recent events," Helena said somberly as she got up from the chair. Her eyes traveling to the oval hole on the upper part of Myka's jacket as she watched the younger woman fill the kettle, setting to heat on the stove.
"Here, love. Let me help," Helena whispered, waiting for Myka to set the kettle. Her hands shaking as she slipped the jacket off, "I have ruined it," she mumbled as she turned, placing it over the back of the chair she had just occupied.
"It can be mended," Myka said, coming up behind her, Helena's head bent down, her fingers tracing over the bullet hole as a dark mane of raven black hair fell as a curtain about her face.
"I am afraid … that it may be beyond repair. The damage already done, may be too much." she sighed. The hidden meaning not lost on Myka as she wrapped her arms from behind around the time traveler's waist. Pulling their bodies together as she nuzzled her chin against Helena, brushing away the fine, silken hairs so as to gently kiss her neck.
"Nothing is beyond repair, Helena. Remember what I said in the sanctum?"
Helena's body stiffens in Myka's embrace at her words, gently nodding her head, "And which words of wisdom are you referring to?" Helena, trying her utmost to add a playful hilt to her voice. But realizing she had failed miserably at Myka's heavy sigh.
"Getting off that cross of yours," Myka's words then ghosting against Helena's neck, causing Myka to squeeze her closer as she felt first, the shiver of her body, then the relaxation in her arms as Helena rested her head against Myka's shoulder. "Are you trying to 'handle' me, Agent Bering?"
"Completely, baby"
"Never let me go?" Helena whispered as she turned in Myka's arms.
"Not a chance in hell. I just got you back."
The kiss they shared was gentle, completely loving as their lips pressed sweetly against each other's. Helena let out a small gasp as Myka's tongue swept across her bottom lip, her hands sliding up the younger woman's chest as she languished at the feel of her strong, steadying breaths. Myka's fingers clenching a bit harder on Helena's hips to keep the woman she loved pressed tightly against her, never wanting to be separated from the feel of her ever again.
"We should talk," Helena started to say as she gently pushed Myka, making just enough space so she could lean back, their lips parting as Myka tried to follow the sweetness of them.
Letting out a small sigh as she pressed their foreheads together, the back of her fingers then caressing Helena's cheek, "I know we do, but I was hoping to just enjoy a few moments of 'Us'.
"As I," Helena replied as she raised their entwined fingers, kissing them as she backed to the counter, pulling Myka with her. "The kettle shall make its protest known soon," she smiled to Myka, then turning to place the cups down for them.
Myka smiled, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, "The usual?" she asked as she bent down, rummaging for the milk.
After a few moments of silence, noticing the sound of tea not being poured, Myka looked up over the door of the fridge, "Helena?"
She watched as Helena leaned against the counter, hugging herself as she was lost, deep in thought. Myka set the jug of milk back into the fridge, quietly closing the door.
"You want to talk?" Myka asked, knowing that Helena was lost in her thoughts, not really expecting an answer as she leaned next to Helena, their shoulders barely touching as she reached down to hold Helena's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as a small smile broke Helena's lips.
"The Regents will need to speak with you Agent Wells,"
Both women jumping at the sound of Mrs. Frederic's voice. Myka and Helena turning to face her in the kitchen at the B&B, quickly putting space between them as they had just stood, shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the counter trying to make sense of all that had just happened in the last 48 seconds, the last 48 hours…
…
Mrs. Frederic traced her fingers along the silver streak that now highlighted her beehive. "Well, there seems to be some unanswered questions." Both women then looking at each other with some confusion.
"The Regents will need to question Ms Wells, but," raising her hand as Myka jumped away from the counter, her hand gripping Helena's tighter as she opened her mouth, only to be halted by the caretaker.
"12 hours, Agent Bering."
Helena gripping Myka's hand tighter as she followed the caretaker's eyes that were trained on the stairs leading up to the agent's rooms.
"I can NOT guarantee the amount of time before they arrive. So I suggest that any issues you two may have, should be settled soon,"
"Thank you, Irene," Helena said, dragging Myka with her toward the stairs.
Helena's demeanor had changed as sudden as the trade winds of the gulf stream as she all but pushed Myka into her room, shutting, and then locking the door behind her.
"Helena, what the hell…" Myka stopping mid-sentence as she watched Helena lean against the door of her bedroom. Her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt as she slowly licked her bottom lip. A shiver then ran up Myka's body, without realizing it as she struggled to toe her boots off. Feeling very much like a fatten chicken, trapped in the hen house as the fox bared her teeth.
Myka mirrored Helena with every move, tossing her shirt off toward her desk, her fingers then stilling as she watched Helena unhook her bra.
"Baby?" Myka whispered as Helena stopped, her fingers hooked under her bra straps as she raised her chin, their eyes never having left the others gaze.
"Yes, darling?"
Myka let her bra fall to the wooden floor as she walked to Helena, her hand catching the others bra as it started to fall.
"Just hold me?"
Helena smiled into Myka's neck as she nodded. They stood, holding desperately on to each other, the world be damned as they gently swayed to the rhythm of their beating hearts. The world had tilted on its axis as it leads them to fall on the bed, or maybe just the unsaid desire of their love.
...
The dawn of the early morning light crept in, invading the small crevices of the curtains weakness.
"Make it go away," Helena mumbled in a sleep induced haze against Myka's breast as her arm clinged harder around Myka's waist.
Myka smiled into the top of Helena's head, hairs sticking to her lips as she kissed the crown of those beautiful dark locks. Her legs tightening around a knee snug against her thigh.
Myka pulled the duvet closer around Helena's shoulder, a niggling feeling in the back of her mind caused the action, her hand then removing Helena's fingers from their journey down her stomach.
Myka squeezed her eyes tight, whispering, "Please, just give us a bit more,"
The caretaker nodded unseen from the younger agent, but her present fully known.
The steam from the shower clouded the whole room, sounds of love and lust curling under the door. They had taken their time, carefully dressing one another, hands never leaving the other as Myka shut the door to her room. Hand in hand, they made their way down the stairs, each rung at a time, heartache with each step.
"Baby?" Myka choked back her tears as they stood on the last rung of the stairs to the landing. Their eyes darting to the men dressed in black, watching as they parted to allow the man to step forward. The B&B was empty, Mrs. Frederic making sure none of the others were present for this solemn moment.
"No worries, my love." Helena whispered as she turned, her shaking fingers tracing the track of a single tear that traveled down her American's cheek.
"Ms. Wells," A statement, not a request.
"A moment, if you please, Mr. Kosan," the words coming out as a stern whisper, their eyes never leaving as Helena raised their entwined hands, placing a gentle kiss upon shaking knuckles. Her lips quivered, her eyes misting.
Helena straighten her jacket as she walked the last steps, choking down a sob as the warmth of Myka's hand faded from her shoulder.
"Shall we?"
…
"Helena?" Myka cupped her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting to the table. Everyone's eyes then trained on her as she turned her back to them.
"Are you… I mean, are you okay?" Myka trying her best to choke down the sob at hearing her voice for the first time in months. She had not heard from Helena since the day Mr. Kosan had showed up at the B&B.
"Myka! Tell her we miss her! And where the heck has she been all these mon…" Claudia's words were cut off from Artie squeezing her shoulder tight.
"Ouch! Mr Grumps, what the…" Artie raised a pudgy finger to his lips, then waving his other hand to the group.
"Come on, we have 'things' to attend to at the warehouse," He said in a raised voice. His head nodding to the rest of the group to follow him.
No one moved, all frozen in their seats as they looked at Myka's back, her voice in a hushed tone as she walked out the French doors to the patio outside.
"NOW!" Artie barked, causing everyone to jump.
"Helena, what is going on? Are you okay?" Myka said in a hushed tone as she closed the door behind her.
There was a long pause of silence on the other end of the phone. Myka could just make out the shaky intake of air, then a throat clearing.
"I think it best if Artie can send a team here to Boone. I have discovered a curiosity that requires a hand from the warehouse," Helena stated in a monotone voice, no show of emotion what so ever.
Myka held her breath, unsure of the tone from Helena. Was this something that the Regents had instructed Helena to say? For her to remain neutral with anything regarding the warehouse?
"Is this some sort of covert op?" Myka whispered. Her body turning to face the doors, watching as the others scurried out of the room. Artie giving Myka a solemn look, then turning, dragging Claudia with him.
"I feel it best to discuss this issue with Mrs. Frederic, goodbye, Myka." the harshness from the dial tone drummed in Myka's ear. She then looked at her phone, her heart stopping, the air from her lungs ripped out as she stared at the blank screen.
…
Myka slammed her breaks, she sucked in a harsh breath of air, her hand rubbing against her forehead as she watched the old farmer on his tractor, slowing passing by the rusted iron gate that lead to the dirt road to the warehouse. She tapped her forefinger on the steering wheel; a curt smile broke her face as she nodded to the old man.
"Things change, people change, misguided or not,"
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Myka yelped, gripping her chest as she looked in her rearview mirror. The sound of the tractor fading, her hand reaching up to adjust her mirror, she dared not to turn around.
"Agent Bering, I realize that these last months have been trying times, but, I have faith that all will be as it should be in the end, do not lose faith," The caretaker said as startled green eyes met soften, brown eyes in the rearview mirror.
Myka gripped the steering wheel tighter, her head pressing against the firm plastic of the grip.
"What if?" Myka whispered.
"You have a case to solve, Agent Bering."
"Right," Myka sighed, firming her shoulders, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she looked behind her. "Of course," she mumbled to herself, looking at the vast expanse of nothingness behind her.