There Was Supposed To Be A Forever

by xx myth master xx

"Suddenly, Myka can't breathe. She can't do this. She takes a step back, turns away and runs down the stone pathway and down the long winding road leaving her car and a stunned H.G. Wells behind." Where Myka is sick and everyone tries to save her, but can they in time? Bearing & Wells, of course. M rating chapter 13 onwards.

8. Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

So this is a short one but my laptop keyboard is broken so it's hard to type. Next one shall be longer.

When Myka mentions leaving Denver to return to the Warehouse Warren Bearing strikes up a storm that almost makes Myka relent.

"You should be home with your family"

"You can't work, you're sick"

"You need rest"

These are all statements that keep being repeated as if Myka does not understand them. She tries to explain that the Warehouse is her home and everyone there is her family, but she does not know how to find the words without hurting their feelings.

Myka does not intend to stop working. It is who she is and she is not prepared to stop being it just yet. She cannot be less of who she is. The foreign thing taking over her insides have already claimed the rest of her life, she will not give this up. But no matter how much she wants things to stay the same, Myka cannot help but admit that it is slowing her down, wearing her out slowly, making her fade away until she will remain a shell of her own being. Maybe she does need rest, but she can get that at the Warehouse as well, right?

Myka remains firm in her decision to leave. She walks down the staircase lugging her bag behind her. Her parents cry, even Warren and she feels bad but she needs to go home now. They insist on coming to her and they reach an understanding where they can come over the moment she starts treatment or gets worse. Little do they know Myka does not intend to ever start treatment.

When she gets back to the B&B her room has signs of another inhabitant; books on the bedside table, papers strewn all over the bed, stacks of research on the floor by the dresser, clothes in the distinct taste of a certain British woman lain out ready to be worn. Myka can hear the shower running and she can't help but smile.

She puts down her bag and silently steps into the bathroom slipping off her clothes one by one. When she pulls the shower curtain open and slips her hands onto the other woman's waist she gets a reaction she does not expect. Helena jerks back startled and almost throws Myka out of the bathtub.

"Myka!" she exclaims turning around.

When her initial shock fades she licks her lips looking the grinning agent up and down.

"Somehow I expected this to be more romantic," Myka muses.

Helena grabs her with the ferocity of someone who wants to claim each and every part of her with urgent need and their lips crash together.

I'm new to writing fluff, so any criticisms are welcome. Does this even count as fluff….