Pete throws in whatever he can get his hands on into the duffel bag sitting on his bed. His room is a mess but that isn't unusual, after all it is the Pete cave. He doesn't flinch when something clatters to the ground after he throws a pair of jeans that smells like something crawled in it and died across the room. He doesn't bat an eyelid when Claudia walks in with a bag strapped to her back, already booking their tickets on the phone.

"So how much did you really hear?" he asks trying to shut his closet and giving up when an avalanche of clothing tumbles down.

"Something about a biopsy and Myka being fine,"

"She did say she was fine,"

"And since when has fine ever meant fine?"

The plane ride is the longest Pete has ever taken, and he has travelled across the world hunting down artifacts. The silence that stretches across the few inches of space between him and Claudia holds all their fears, all their questions and the weight of it all feels like it could sink the plane.

"Cancer?" Claudia asks for the hundredth time since Pete told her all he knew.

Pete doesn't reply anymore. He's trying to think of all the places Myka could be, trying to ignore all the worst case scenarios running through his head and failing horribly at both.

"Ovarian cancer? So what they'll get the tumor, maybe they'll have to remove her ovaries and then some chemo, maybe radiation? And then she's in the clear... Right? Pete?"

He knows Claudia is just asking questions to quell her own fear but he wishes she would just give him a moment of silence.

"Why isn't she in the hospital, Pete? Why isn't she getting help? She should be getting help"

Claudia can't breathe anymore. Her fear has expanded filling every crevice of her body leaving no room for air. A large neon sign blaring 'CANCER! CANCER! CANCER!' flashes in her head and for a second she wishes for the sweet relief of the meds from the institution that used to be her greatest fear.

"Pete, I don't want to lose Myka"

And just like that she has voiced both their greatest fears.

She wishes Myka had trusted her enough to tell her on her own but then again maybe Myka's fear overtook everything, maybe her need to protect outweighed her want to share with the people she trusted most; her family.

"Maybe it isn't that bad, maybe the results were good and she decided to see H. G. because she was happy and realized life is too short" she tries consoling herself, "or maybe it's so bad she decided to see H. G. one final time letting go of all the history. Maybe she's dying Pete…"

Claudia fails at keeping the tears at bay. Myka is her family, she can't lose her, she has already lost too much.

"Helena," Pete nods at the woman waiting in the scorching heat by the SUV in her driveway.

"Pete," she nods back "Claudia"

Claudia doesn't bother with any small talk. "So you say she ran down your driveway?"

"Down there" Helena points.

"Do you have any idea why?" Pete asks looking for clues in the car.

"Not one, I'm afraid"

"Did she say anything?"

"She didn't say a word, Pete" This time Helena turns away unable to keep her tears at bay.

All she can really do is wonder if Myka hates her, if she was there to tell her she hated her for walking away when they could have had so much, if she felt abandoned by her actions, if she felt betrayed that after everything they had been through Helena could simply settle down with someone else and play house.

Helena wants more than anything to tell Myka that she would have dropped the Emily Lake at a single request from Myka and all she needed to do was ask, just once if she would have asked, just once was all it would have taken. She wants to explain to her that all she wanted was her but her fear got the better of her. And now she is afraid that she may never get the opportunity again, that her greatest love has been lost in vain.

Helena wants Myka to know that when she goes to bed at night her entire body aches for her touch and burns with the memory of that one stolen kiss between the aisles she will never forget at Warehouse 13. She wishes that just once she would have told Myka how much she loved her and that it was that love that terrified her because it was all consuming and the last time she lost someone she loved so dearly the price paid was grave.

Okay so no Myka this chapter… Let's see where this is going because I much like you am just going with the flow :)