I know I'm an awful updater and I would give you more excuses but you probably know them all by now :| :] So sorry for the incredibly incredibly long wait, a little recap on the events:

Myka has cancer. She went to find HG and after a little screaming and yelling they ended up together fighting the disease. The chemo didn't work and they found an artifact that could cure Myka but limit her remaining days to a little over a week. Behind the scenes Helena was planning their wedding and they got married and almost used the locket only to be stopped by Pete who came running in claiming to have found something that could cure her completely.

Now I probably shouldn't make you wait any more. So here it is:

"You mean she can live?" Helena pauses her pacing to repeat the question she has now asked more times than any of them can count.

Pete nods.

"She is going to be alright?"

He nods again his patience wearing thin.

Myka places a hand on her wife's shoulder. Helena turns to look at her, a traitorous flame of hope shrouded behind her eyes. Myka tilts her head and an entire conversation takes place in the way that they eyes meet.

"Myka will be alright" Helena whispers. "I get to spend more than just a week with my wife."

Myka smiles. "Honey, you say wife like it's a habit you've settled into with practice that takes more than the four hours we've been married."

"Because I've been saying it for far longer in my head, love." Helena smiles back, placing a peck on Myka's lips.

"Ugh, get a room!" Claudia looks away with dramatic disgust.

Myka laughs pulling away, but letting her hand stay laced in with Helena's.

"So how does this work?" Myka finally asks the question that everyone has been dancing about since Pete came back panting. "I mean there has to be a catch right?"

"There is," Pete shrugs, "Of course there is."

Everyone waits for him to continue. Myka shifts her weight between both feet glad that she changed out of her wedding dress for this. The comfy sweats make her makeup seem over the top but she doesn't really care at this point. She is tired and she wants it to end one way or another.

Helena's previously gracefully messy hair is now almost in the process of becoming a nest. Her coat and vest are thrown over the couch, and she is happier than she has been in a long time with her wife by her side and the possibility of a future.

"Okay so I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, something about gods and Greeks, but this is how it works. So this guy believed certain memories can act as a separate being. If two people have a strong enough bond, also known as soul mates, their memories of each other can take on a separate life form that can restore life force. Or something like that."

"So wait soul mates exist?" Claudia exclaims.

"That is what you got from all of that?" Pete shakes his head.

"So what you're saying is the artifact will take my soul mates memories of me and restore my life?

"Well, not just theirs. It will erase both your memories. You go back to being perfectly healthy strangers."

Myka doesn't risk a glance in Helena's direction. But she doesn't have to in order to know what the other woman is thinking and already prepared to do.

"Okay-"

"No!" Myka cuts her off. "No! I am not dying without a single memory of falling in love with you."

"But Myka, you will be healthy, it is what matter most, doesn't it?"

"No, Helena. I married you because I wanted to spend my life with you. I don't want to go back on that, I don't want to go back on a single word I said to you and doing this, it does exactly that."

"Please Myka, at least pause to consider it"

"No!"

Pete clears his throat. "If you two are done arguing, allow me to continue." He waits for them to return their attention back to him. "The other half of the catch is you can never see the person again or you both die." He takes a deep breath, "You don't need Helena's memories." He pauses and Myka could swear she feels the air between them thicken. "A person can have more than one soul mate and it isn't always romantic in nature, I qualify just as well."

The silence that settles in is unbearably deafening, it stretches on for miles and wraps itself around them wringing their guts with that sense of doom that you can never quite place yet follows you around hounding you until you place it. And it doesn't take Myka too long to place it.

"I can't lose you, Pete"

"You have her," He motions towards Helena.

"But you're my partner"

"And she is your wife"

"You're my best friend" she whispers.

And Pete cannot help but felt a pang of jealously at how Myka was so quick to say no to Helena, but has yet to utter the word at his proposal. It makes him feel petty, and somewhere deep inside he knows he doesn't really feel like that, but that place is dug in deep covered by this basic human desire.

"I will always be your best friend"

"Not that either one of us will remember"

"I will not let you die if there anything within my power to save you, Myka" Pete shrugs. "I know you're the one usually winning the arguments but let me have this one, because I am not letting go."

Myka nods and no one else really says anything. The crowd gathered around them disperses and all that remains of their wedding party is plates of untouched fried chicken, pizza and French fries (the only half decent thing they could get in bulk at such short notice.) The drinks, however, are all poured out some even onto the floor leaving splotches of champagne. The punch is, of course, spiked – courtesy of Claudia – and everyone but Myka, Helena and Pete are a little tipsy at best.

When it seems like there are no more words for the moment Pete leaves the newlyweds alone. Walking away to get himself good and drunk at his partners wedding. He hates that the only bridesmaid was Claudia and he can't exactly hook up with here, and there he was always looking forward to the hot bridesmaids at Myka's wedding. Maybe Tracy – he cuts off his thought before it can finish itself.

Helena does not want to be the first to say something, but Myka's silence does not leave her with a choice.

"Well this isn't how I pictured the moments following our wedding to play out"

"Yeah, what'd you have in mind?"

"For starters, not quite as much clothing, if at all"

A blush creeps up Myka's cheeks as Helena pulls her in for a long, deep kiss her hands sliding low onto Myka's back. When they break apart Myka looks around to see if they have caught the attention of their remaining guests and is glad that they are busy mingling, talking about her impending fate and inevitable choice.

Helena starts to say something but Myka doesn't let the words come out.

"I know"

"I'll remember for you"

Myka smiles and nods. Helena leaves her, making her way through the crowd to find Pete.

"Pete, might I have a word?"

"Sure" He nods, raising his eyebrows.

"Someplace a little more private"

"Oh, alright"

They make their way inside the mostly empty B&B. Helena makes sure that they are alone in the already empty kitchen.

"I have searched for artifacts to cure death for long enough to know that cannot be the entirety of the cost this artifact presents." Helena cuts straight to the chase. "Myka would have seen this flaw too, if she were not so thrown by your discovery."

Pete smiles. "Of course there is more, but it doesn't change anything and Myka cannot know"

"Quit stalling, Lattimer and tell me before Myka starts looking for either one of us."

"While I may not inherit Myka's disease with the artifact, I will end up with her remaining lifespan. See, the artifact cures her using our memories but her lifespan remains intact, in order to fix that we have me. The rest of my life and hey for all we know, my remaining life could be two days, I could get hit by a truck tomorrow so really Myka would be doing me a favor."

Helena lets Pete ramble on for as long as he needs to and then does something that catches him off guard. She covers the distance between them in one stride and pulls him in for a hug.

"Myka will never agree to this"

"Which is precisely why she will never know, she will forget me and what she can't remember can't hurt her"

"If she ever finds out"

"She has you, Helena, and as much as I hate to admit it with you Myka finally feels like she has everything she has ever needed or wanted. I see that in her eyes"

"What are you guys doing in here?" Myka walks into the room.

"Oh, I was just telling your woman here how lucky she got with you" he waves Myka over to sit with them giving Helena enough time to wipe the corner of her eye free of any moisture that may have formed over the course of their previous conversation.

"Were you now, well I think we both got pretty lucky"

Pete chuckles.

"You decided yet?"

"No"

"Well I think you should take the night off, go get laid in that honeymoon suite I got you in town and we'll talk more later"

Helena catches Pete's eye, she knows what he wants to say but cannot in the presence of the brunette. She understands. And her heart cannot help but act a little selfish, she is finally happy with everything she could want or need completely possible with Pete's sacrifice. But she also cannot push away the voice inside her head telling her Myka would hate her for letting this happen without her consent, or at all.

Next one shall be up by the weekend :)