A/N This is the last chapter. Thank you to all who reviewed fav and followed. I hope I did this story justice for you all.
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"So, let me get this right," Myka paced the small, cheap hotel room, her hand pressing hard against her forehead. Her fingers tugging her curls harder as she listened to the heavy sigh on the other end of her phone.
"It was okay to deceive Pete, even though his gut, his hinky vibe, was going nuts. But it is NOT okay because this Giselle woman had no clue? Am I hearing you right?" Myka spat out the last of her words.
"Something to that effect," Helena sighed, her eyes darting away from the bartender who was pouring her second shot of Irish whiskey. 'It would have just burned her bum' Helena whispered as she nodded to the bartender who finished pouring the double shot.
"Burn who's ass Helena?"
"Never you mind, my keys please?" Myka was straining to hear Helena's words over the phone.
"HG, are you driving drunk somewhere?"
Helena had gulped down her shot, no intention to, but the use of her initials by Myka had cut her to the quick.
"Driving is such a subjective term. Tell me, Agent Bering, how is your intrepid partner these days?"
"What partner, HG? Something akin to a wife?" Myka emphasized the last words as she strained to hear the start of the car.
"I never made anything more than a hint to a maybe commitment to her. Only a sporting good time. Much less than you to that man-child, I might add."
"Is that a water drop of jealousy in your voice, HG?"
"More like a Tsunami and tidal wave, thank you very much, Agent Bering,"
"Are we really going to do this? I mean … Helena, have you been drinking?"
"Now now, Darling. You almost sound concerned for my wellbeing. Why the change of heart, Agent Bering?"
"Screw you, Helena George!" Myka tossing her phone across the hotel room.
"Well, that was uncalled for," Helena whispered to herself as she stared at the 'call failed' on her phone.
Her smirk fading as fast as her speed down the back road from the hole in the wall bar she left. "Coffee my arse," Helena huffed as her fingers gripped the steering wheel.
"Oh, we had a 'ping' and I thought I would take you up on that offer of coffee," Helena chided in a bad Midwest accent as the trees blurred past her. Her foot feeling like lead as she gunned past the small town.
"At least Giselle had the guts to confront me on how she felt," Helena growled as suburbia blurred past her. "At least I did not settle," she mumbled.
The ringing of her cell phone grated at her nerves. So lost in thoughts of that last time with Giselle, her shouting at the Victorian that she could never love anyone 'because your heart will always belong to another. You will die alone because you are too broken' Giselle voice fading at her last words. That day, Helena walked out; her shoulders slumped as she kissed the other woman's cheek, goodbye.
"What!" Helena shouted, answering her phone a few minutes later without thinking, still lost in thought.
"Look, I get it," Myka's voice filling Helena's head. The strong pull of the whiskey, mixed with the speed of her 'Soccer Mom' van wasn't helping. She had refused to rid herself of the ghastly van after she left that little girl in the driveway. No, not that 'little girl'. Myka was a grown woman, her heart breaking as she watched Pete drive them away.
It was the 'other' little girl being strong as she waved goodbye, her father next to her side, to Helena in that same driveway.
"Are you still driving?"
"And what of it?" Helena snarked into the phone.
"Jesus Fucking Christ! Will you pull your head out of your ass for just one second and pull over?" Myka's voice filling her head as she slammed on her breaks. Jerking the wheel as to guide the van on to the shoulder of the road.
"Okay, fine!" Helena shouted into the phone. Throwing her hand up as she shoved the van into park.
"I have pulled over and secured said vehicle as you have instructed. What now, Agent Bering?"
"And now you find a way to the Stucky's on route 93, just outside of town," Myka's voice steady.
"And how shall I find my way there with your 'butch' insistence on me no longer Trans versing a combustible engine?" Helena tried to snark, gulping in a rush of air at the last of her words. Her pupils widen a hair as she stared into the rear view mirror of her 'soccer mom' van. Thankful that there had not been another car behind her.
"First of all, I know damn well you have been drinking. Second, you will Google a taxi number on your phone because you know I will kick your Victorian arse if you drink and drive, threats of Kempo be damned. Third, I do not even want to know how you know how to use the term 'butch'. Top and bottom was never an issue for us and will be left for a discussion at another time." Myka sighing the last of her words.
Helena gently released the breath she was holding in, her head tilting a bit to the left as she caught a glimpse of the white knuckles on her steering wheel. Her fingers turning on the leather covering as she closed her eyes. Thoughts of endless nights wrestling with one another, both women giving up control as the passion of their love overwhelmed them to the point of exposing themselves for the one they loved.
"Such sweet words," Helena mumbled to herself as she reminisced over nights of love and lust bygone.
"Why has it come to such extremes?" Helena asked quietly.
"What do you mean, HG?" Myka tone softening. Helena had put the phone on speaker as she looked, and then requested a lift to her location.
"And what shall it take for you to stop referring to me in said letters?" Helena sighed, grateful that she had pulled over not that far from the outskirts of suburbia. Her eyes hooded as she watched the lights brighten in her rearview mirror only minutes after her pray and request for a taxi.
She could picture in her mind's eye; the younger woman pacing the small room, her hand raised to her slender neck, rubbing furiously as those green eyes darted around the room.
"Do you need me to come get you, Babe?" Myka's whisper filling the silence.
Helena choose to ignore the slight endearment as she instructed the driver to the hotel. Staying on the phone, she smiled to herself as she heard the faint slap of Myka's hand against her forehead at the term of endearment that slipped.
"So, Wells, you on your way?" Myka's voice then returning to a stern tone on the phone.
"Only if there is no 'Lattimer' awaiting me," Helena knew the moment she said that, Myka would grasp for words.
"We ... there is no Lattimer. When Pete hinted at us living together, I bolted for the hills," A slight chuckle from the younger woman. "Just get to me, to here, I mean."
Helena smiled sadly to herself, her eyes widening at the faint glow of the hotel in the distance.
...
"Hey you," Myka breathless said as she flung the door open to her hotel room.
"Hello, Darling," Helena responded, her hand rising up to brush her hair back, as so many times in the past for the younger woman's benefit. Not once had she done it when in the same zip code for Giselle.
Myka was not thinking, the sight of raven locks slipping through slender fingers shot straight through her as she gripped the lapel of Helena's jacket, yanking her into her room by her collar.
"Easy Darling, I do believe we have some time to ourselves," Helena chuckled nervously as the door to the hotel room closed behind her with the push of her body. A gasp, then the rise of her hands as her instincts for survival kicked in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gripped at the firm arm that now clutched at her throat...
"Or we could do this," her gasps not as rushed as the first time they had met like this. No Tesla gripped in Myka's other hand as she held the Victorian against the wall. The difference now was she was a slight stretch of age, of silver present in her raven locks and there was no sight of the young red-head to pull Myka back.
"What is that definition of 'butch'? she gulped.
"Something we will never be slave to," Myka rasped as her lips attacked Helena's neck.
"Why did our Claudia always assume I was the aggressor?" Helena moaned out.
"Because I never let on to it," Myka whispered as she slowed her assault on that one freckle that had always teased her. "No fair," Myka breathless released.
"And how so?" Helena's fingers becoming entangled in curls. Her gulps for air becoming rapid as Myka's thigh, now pressed between her legs, lifted her back and against the wall of the hotel room.
"Easy, darling. It has been quite the stretch of years since such aggressions from you," Helena shaking as much as her words.
"One hundred twenty nine years, twenty two days and seventeen hours. But who is counting," Myka growling as she grabbed at the two sides of Helena's shirt, ripping it apart.
The Brit's head hit the wood of the door with a hard thud, her chest puffing out, pushing her breasts to meet the hungry lips of her agent as the echo of buttons hitting the floor faded.
"Agent Wells, is there something I can help you with?" Myka moaned as Helena wrapped her leg around the younger woman's hip. Allowing more freedom for those long fingers to slip into her.
"I thought I was just HG, to you?" her voice fading to a sharp gasp as Myka lifted the smaller woman up. Walking them both over to the bed until Myka's knees hit the edge.
"You have always been my idol, my hero, my love. My escape from this world," Myka was saying as she striped them bare. Tossing their clothes haphazardly around the room, her eyes divesting them bare as quickly as her hands.
"Tell me it was a mistake," Myka's words coming out as a sob of pain.
Helena barely heard the words, but it was enough to tug the younger woman still.
"Yes,"
Myka tentatively crawled up Helena's stomach, her eyes downcast as she leveled their heads even.
"It, you, us … scared me to death, literally. You and I both knew it in that moment back at the warehouse. I so freely gave my life to protect yours. I did not hesitate to sacrifice myself for you. I had never done or felt such a need, since my Christina,"
Helena was gulping down her words, her eyes frantically darting across green fields of love and redemption.
"You knew, even back at Yellowstone, that we were destined, didn't you?" Myka's head pressing against Helena's. Then a rush of anger overwhelmed the younger woman, her need to escape pounding at her ribs.
"Don't" Myka said in a raised, panicked voice. Trying her best to struggle out of Helena's grip.
"I am so tired of this dance," Helena growled, flipping them over, her body holding down Myka's.
"I held my tongue, my thoughts, and my very soul to protect you. But no more," Helena rasped out, her lips capturing the harden peak between her lips.
"You did your best to tip-toe over every discussion of Christina before," Myka moaned, grasping Helena's face in the palms of her hand.
"Before warehouse 2?" Helena then nodded, sighing as to her admission. Myka then tried to make a feeble attempt to try to escape Helena's grasp. Both women knowing the younger could escape but the older was strong enough to prevent it.
"They were my escape. Or so I thought. All those months in hiding with the Astrolabe had given too freely to thoughts. A mental masturbation of the destructive kind," Helena sighed.
Myka, hearing those words, tried more aggressively to escape, Helena having none of it.
"You will listen to me, as I listened to you that day in Yellowstone and Boone," her thigh pressing into and upon Myka's core.
Myka swallowed hard, nodding her understanding as she curled her hands around Helena's back. Gripping at her shoulders as she sighed, her lips reaching for Helena's.
"The memories of what I did, of what Artie said I did. Sacrificing my life to save yours, us not remembering because of Artie's use of the Astrolabe. But, I knew deep down to my very soul, that I would freely forsake my life to protect yours and that … scared the hell out of me. It made the run that much more easy. When Irene told me to have no contact with anyone, I thought I would wither without seeing you one more time."
Helena's sigh of remorse was cut short from the gentle movement of Myka's hip into her's. "Go on," Myka whispered.
"I felt the sweating sickness taking hold. I tried to reach Irene, to see if I could help. But she was steadfast with her decree of 'no contact, trust no one'. I swear the woman must have been the inspiration of the creation of the X-Files," Both women chuckling.
"You watched TV?" Myka's nose crinkling up.
"Don't be a prude, Myka. I had to find some things to fill the void of loneliness. There were only so many books one could tolerate without the pull of mindless entertainment now and then,"
The kiss was a surprise, a welcome one as their lips danced. Helena moaning out her disapproval as their lips parted.
"You, Myka Ophelia, are the devil incarnate," Helena chuckled, and then cut short as Myka's hips rocked against hers. Their centers brushing against one another's. Myka steadfastly increased her ministrations at the low, guttural sounds that escaped from Helena.
"Stop it, my love." was heard as a soft plead.
"I felt that I had no choice but to abandon all hope for us," Helena trying her best to speak as their hips rocked in a quite plead.
"Nate?" Myka growled, pressing her hip more aggressively into Helena's center. Her nails digging a bit harder into Helena's back.
"As much as a distraction as Pete was to you, Nate was to me" Helena spewed out, thrusting back twice as aggressively, her head up, her eyes downcast as she increased her rhythm. Her breath catching in her throat as she watched Myka gasp, the young woman's mouth open as she silently made her addiction to her time traveler known.
"All that I am, is what makes..." Myka gasping out as the boundaries of love were breaking
"Makes us one," Helena finished.
…
"I'm starving," Pete grumbled, rubbing his stomach as he swiveled in his chair, eyeballing Myka.
"When aren't you?" Claudia quipped as she 'popped' into the room. 'God, I love that,' She smirked to herself. 'Way to go Mrs F'
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" the young agent yelped as she clutched her chest.
"Down now Agent Tanner," the agent in charge quipped as she dotted the last I's on the reports. Her back to the room as she finished her reports. "Pete, these need to go down to the closet. Grab Liam Jr. to sort out the last of the artifacts. We need Steve's 'Zen' to place them"
"On it boss," Pete hummed as he took the reports from Myka. Then shooting a grin to the new agent as he looked at Claudia.
"Pulling a Mrs F on the newbie's?" Pete snickered as he grabbed the files from Myka. "Too cool," he laughed as he slapped Claudia on her back.
"Hey, a little respect, dude," Claudia huffed as she rubbed her arm.
"Not nice, Agent Lattimer," Myka said as she punched Pete's arm. Pushing away from the desk that used to be Artie's.
"Hey, maybe a little less pepper, slugger. For old times' sake?" Pete said, the rush of air from Claudia caused the old crew to snap their heads at each other.
"How many years now?" the less than new agent asked. His six foot by six foot frame slumping a bit as Claudia slugged him.
"No worries "Agent Liam, jr. It's all good," Claudia grinned. Then jumping in to the vacated chair, her fingers then clacking away at the keypad. "Good Goddess, I love the smell of Nerdsebian in the … afternoon?"
"Hey Hey Hey you all!"
All turned at the sound of the son entering the room. A slight southern drawl falling from the new agent as he set the bucket down on the desk.
"Yes, food!" Claudia said as she rubbed her hands together. "Original and extra crispy? Oh young Padawan?"
"Both, of course, moi captain," Pete Jr. grinned as he laid out the food.
"And …" with a grin on his face, Pete grabbing Amanda as he handed the files to her. "He is so your son," Amanda smirked.
"And, the extra's?" Pete asked.
"Of course, no worries Pop's, got the extra for them so they won't kick your butt," Pete Jr grinned as he handed the special boxes over to Artie's replacement.
"Good man," Myka smirked as she started to spread the feast on her desk.
"What the hell, why does she get the extra special treatment when she is always spouting that all of us are equals?" Sue mumbled.
"Agent Tanner, is there an issue I can address for you?" Helena asked as she came into the room, tossing a towel over her shoulder as she grinned at her 'Artie Jr'. "Perhaps an extra session of Kempo would help?"
"Not helping, babe," Myka grinned as she hugged her Brit closer to her. Now able to deal with the Artie Jr quip much better than her British dynamo.
"Oh, gravy!" Helena sighed as she hooked her arm around Myka's waist. Kissing her on the neck, "Remember, Love? The day you educated me in the ways of American fast food?" her fingers entwining Myka's fingers in hers.
"EEEWWW, gross! Please take that up in aisle 1866, please?" Claudia pleaded as she dunked half the slaw on a paper plate.
"The HG Wells restricted section?" Agent Tanner asked as she dropped a piece of extra crispy back on the plate.
"Sort of," Helena winked at Myka as she tugged 'Artie Jr' out the door.
"DUF med uf," Pete said in unison with his son as the two left the room. Their faces stuffed with food as all turned, watching the two women head out the door. The clank of their boots fading down the steps of the warehouse.
"Since Artie retired, Myka taking over, HG has been a bit... Pissed?" Pete said between bits of chicken.
"Nooo, what I was going to say, before you butted in, is that Agent Bering-Wells is a bit put off with all the teasing of being Artie's replacment since he and Amanda married. Not really good with change,"Amanda shrugged her shoulders as she looked around, making sure everyone was fed.
"Look, honey bee. I know things have been a bit hinky since the old man retired, but we are all doing good," Pete said, smiling as his wife, for the second time as she wiped a crumb of chicken from the side of his mouth. "Mykes was a no-brainer for Artie's job, Claud's here is the caretaker. God only knows where Mrs F is,"
"Probably lounging on some chair on a beach with naked cabana boys serving her fruity drinks," Claudia smirked.
"As I was saying, all is good. Claudia is the caretaker, Mykes is the new Artie. We have our boy here casing aftifacts while we spend some luving time here. HG is training all the newbie's and..." Pete grinned as he pulled Amanda closer,"There will be the sound of little pitter pats of Myka/Scaring lady Cuckoo feet around here soon. And Claudia, do we even want to know what artifact did ..."
"Shut your mouth while you still have one Petemiesiter!" Claudia coughed, shutting down the cameras in the HG Wells section of the warehouse.
"My love," Helena whispered. Her lips attacking Myka's throat as her thigh parted Myka's legs. A smile growing on her face as she gently rubbed over the growing love between the two women.
"If our child is a boy, Randy, would be a fitting name," Helena smirked as her lips trans versed between Myka's swollen breasts.
"Not fun, Wells," Myka was barely able to breath as her eyes rolled back.
The silken top hat tumbling off the shelf. "Got you," Myka smirked as her hand reached out, catching the artifact in her left hand, her right working further in between the jeans of her time traveling artifact hunter.
"Forever Destined,"
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