Helena asks Pete and Claudia to let her deal with Myka, she isn't even sure why they're here in the first place. She wonders who is holding down the fort back at the Warehouse if three of its agents are in Wisconsin. After a short debate Helena manages to convince them to go back to their hotel rooms, she assures them that the moment she knows where Myka is, they will too. But when she does find the woman at a bar she would never have gone to otherwise she walks in alone, she does not want Pete or Claudia to witness this.
"Does getting hammered feel better than talking to me?" Helena settles down on the bar stool besides Myka.
"Bartender! Refill!"
Helena waits for the bartender to serve Myka another vodka tonic and by the looks of the woman sitting next to her she guesses there have been at few of those already.
"I'll have the same"
He places the drink before her but Helena makes no motion to drink it.
"Myka, why are you here"
Myka's head spins to face her, her eyes glare at Helena.
"Why?" her voice is barely a whisper, "Why would you love me? Why, Myka, I don't understand"
Myka ignores her please and gulps down her drink.
"Did you know I had an abortion back in college? I didn't want to have kids then, I didn't want a kid getting in the way of my career. Couldn't let that happen, now could we. And now, puff!"
"I always thought the warehouse would kill me I never stopped to realize I could kill myself, slowly, painfully, from the inside out." Her mouth spreads wide into a smile that only shows her pain.
"I-" Myka cuts Helena off before she can even start to form a sentence.
"I never really fell in love with anyone before Sam and then he died and I thought I would never feel like that again. And I suppose I was right because I did fall in love but it was nothing like Sam. And I wish I hadn't. I wish to a god I don't believe in that I didn't, Helena. I don't want to feel like this. I hate feeling like this. I hate it! I hate you."
"I've never wanted to die as much as the day I found out about you and Nate. I wish you have pulled the trigger. So many times I've been at the other end of the barrel from you, I just wish you would've finished all this... All this pain. I don't want to feel like this anymore, Helena. You can't just kiss somebody like that and just walk away, start a new life, a new family, be with some man you barely know. Some man over me? You don't get to do that! You're good at destroying things aren't you? You think you could go back to the good old days once more and just god dam kill me?!" Myka spits out with all the venom she can muster in her inebriated state.
Helena tries not to flinch as each word digs its way through and slaps her. She tries to ignore the pounding of her heart as the depth of Myka's hate settles in with every word. She had considered the possibility of this woman hating her but she never quite realized the degree of pain she had caused her. And while half the things Myka said failed the register meaning Helena knew something was awfully wrong.
"Myka!" she exclaims when she realizes the woman before her has been reduced to tears, tears of fury, but nonetheless tears. She herself feels the moisture trickling down her cheeks.
The hate and anger seeps in between them sucking away all the air. Both these woman are strong, they do not cry even when their emotions threaten to unleash a storm tears have never been the way.
"Could you ever forgive me?"
"I don't know how" Myka's voice is small as if she is tired and just wants it to end.
Helena starts to leave but turns around to settle the one question nagging her at the back of her head.
"Myka, can I ask you something? "
Myka doesn't make a move.
"If you hate me so much why did you come back?"
Myka doesn't look at Helena but she does take all that pent up rage and pulls in the woman, their lips smashing together bruising each other. Myka's nails dig into the back of Helena's neck tearing away skin and the moment is over as abruptly as it began.
"Now we're even" she spits out before putting some cash down, getting up and leaving.
Helena stands stunned by the bar sucking the blood off her split lip. She takes the drink waiting for her and chugs it down feeling it burn down her throat.
Doing my best to keep them in character, this is how I assume they would react if the circumstances presented themselves. Thanks for reading!