The Layover Chapter 5, a warehouse 13 fanfic

Chapter 5

A/N This is the wrap-up for the story. Thank you to all for this indulgence. No Beta so all mistakes are mine.

"What the hell was that?" Pete gritting through his teeth as he gripped Helena's arm. "You bolting when things get 'too real'. His fingers looping in mock as Helena steeled her dark as night gaze on the agent.

"Do not speculate on things which you have no privy to Agent Lattimer," Helena hissed through gritted teeth, yanking her arm free of the grip from the man-child. "Myka and I have a …" her words falling flat as she ascended the stairs.

"A what HG?" his arms thrown to the retreating form of the agent that was once his strong, beat you up, take no prisoners, sugar hating partner. Both watching as Myka tossed her book on the floor behind her back as she raced up the stairs, two rungs at a time, something she would have never done in a million years. Helena leaned back against the wood rail, arms crossed in defiance as both sets of eyes watched the tall agent whisk by them.

Minds on different planes, Pete worrying his bottom lip as a blur rushed by him, all the days since they had gotten back. Not a word between them.

"You think I am amused by this, Agent Lattimer?" her grit and disdain filling the small space of the B&B.

"I ...ummm," Pete unable to reply as all the blood rushed to his head. His one hand feeling as it arched around the now empty room. "I could not even fathom the things you had to do, heck, wammies being what they are but …" his head bowed, eyes digging a hole into the wood plank floor as he extended his hand to the elder woman.

"Ray Charles could see how Mykes has been avoiding you like the dark plaque." Pete whispered as he astutely studied his feet. "Hell, you two have been in orbit since you both have come home from that last snag, bag and tag." his boyish grin fading at the grim frown on Helena's lips. "But!" Pete slapping his hands together as he mock grinned at Helena. "AT least you got your groove on?" his head bouncing from side to side as he snapped his fingers together. "Hey!" his voice fading as Helena slowly traversed each rung up the stairs, never looking back.

"Neanderthal," Helena said over her shoulder as she ascended the rungs.

Helena's rapping of her knuckles were sure and swift, biting her bottom lip as she crossed her arms around her waist, taking a step back from the old oak door, awaiting some reply, any reply what so ever from the goddess she yearned for, nary, ached for within the depths of her bones.

Seconds felt like eons as she waited for some semblance, of any stirring from behind the closed door

xxx

The layover in Chicago was child's play in emotions and the feeling helplessness compared to the torture she once endured in Hong Kong.

Myka had not said a word after the effects of the artifact has worn off. Their flight to Rapid City was delayed, hence the layover in the windy city.

Helena, by chance, and a pray to whatever Gods would listen, gripped the elbow of the younger agent as they settled into the stiff back chairs of the airport. "I forgo any response for my actions with the utmost regard as to the well being of yourself from the …"

"Don't," the word barely a whisper as the younger woman gently pulled her arm away. "I am so ashamed …"

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my heart would never let you suffer," her words fading as she gently thumbed away the stray tear cascading down that perfect cheek."You have saved me countless times and this but a hump over the heart," her words lightly brushing the shell of Myka's ear, near as she pressed her words, her body, her soul, as close as she could.

"If …" Helena leaned back, her eyes dancing as they were met by questioning green. "Say, by chance, if the leather was reversed?"

"Go on," was but a mere wisp of words as Myka settled back in her chair, arms crossed tightly around her twisting gut.

"If the roles were reversed ...?" Helena letting her words trail down to a utter of a whisper. Not daring to look up at Myka.

"You have any doubts within yourself that would let me succumb to death because of that damn artifact !?" Myka's harsh words caused Helena to snap her head up from the studious endeavor on her said concentration of the quick against her thumb nail. Helena felt herself sinking into that hideous plastic chair as sad, hurt filled eyes filled her vision. Helena just sighed and nodded a half agrement, her hair cascading as a curtain to hide the pain on her face.

"What hurts the most …" Myka stopping her words as she harshly raked the heel of her palm against the sting of salted tears on her cheek. Helena watching as Myka rubbed her hand against the soft denim of her knee-covered leg, Helena knowing the young woman was trying to steady her emotions as best she could.

"And what would that be, my darling?" Helena turning in that damn plastic chair in the middle of the concourse at O'Hare International.

"That I had this deluded dream, this romanticized idea that my … our first time would be on a rose-petal covered bed. Soft words of adoration and professions of love." Myka sniffed, rubbing her long sleeved shirt just under her nose. Myka gave a soft gulp of air as she watched Helena smile, a small, sheepish parting of lips as she felt cool, slender fingers brush gently along the side of her cheek.

"But I messed it all up," Myka's voice becoming a bitter rasp as she turned her head away from cool, forgiving fingertips.

"No, my love," was a faint whisper as Myka bolted up from those cheap, plastic seats in the middle of the concourse.

"I fucked it ...fucked us up." Myka said, her words coming through gritted teeth, harsh filled regret dripping from each word."I was such a whore, forcing myself on you and fucking up what slim chance we had between us," her words fading as she stormed off. Helena feeling helpless as she watched Myka march to the front of the line of waiting passengers. The TSA agent fumbling as Myka flashed her badge, demanding they board the next flight out of 'this hell'.

Helena rushed to gather their bags as Myka brushed aside her power jacket, her side-arm just peaking out as Helena reached for Myka's elbow, guiding them past the flummoxed agent, bags in tow.

ONE WEEK LATER

Nothing else was said for days after the return, even an impromptu pop-in from Mrs. F did not alleviate the growing tension that was now engulfing the B&B. The Warehouse not faring any better as it shot out purple bolts of discontentment whenever anyone dared to enter the aisles.

"Good googly, I am so over getting zapped on my back side when ever I go down there!" Claudia huffed, her hand placing the frozen bag of peas on her rear after raiding Artie's small refrigerator. Her eyes narrowing at the uncomfortable cough Steve was trying to cover up.

"Donovan!" Claudia hunching her shoulders as the old man stormed into the room. "Touch anything of mine again …" his tirade cut short by the loud thump of folders slamming on Artie's desk.

"I am done with inventory of aisles BB 200 through 900." Myka said, ignoring the jumps and almost heart attacks her entrance into Artie's office caused as she then placed her face near the retinal scan of the umbilicus door. "Heading to the inn." Myka saying in a monotone voice, the loud hiss of the seal from the door halting any response from the room.

"Yes, well. Good job Myka." Artie was sputtering out as he pushed his wire framed glasses up the bridge of his."Yes, take the rest of the day off," he mumbled as he spun around, then burying his head into the files Myka had slammed on his desk. Everyone's shoulders jumping up to their ears with the slam of umbilicus door behind the agent.

"Smooth there old man," Claudia mumbled, Helena's sudden appearance into the office causing all to look.

"Bollocks bollocks, BOLLOCKS!" the swear stopping all, Pete grabbed his stomach, lurching over as he moaned at the vibes that hit him.

"Who the bloody hell redesigned the purple neutralizer …" her words halting as Mrs. Fredric appeared before them all in the tiny space that was Artie's office.

"The Regents so upgraded the design, Agent Wells," Helena's mouth clamping shut as she tossed the gooed cover wrench down on Artie's desk.

"Yes, so be it." Helena was saying, her face twisting as her fingers tangled in a small pocket of goo that had attached itself to her hair. "I believe, even in my apprentice days in Warehouse 12 that the greenhorn was tasked with cleaning and flushing the pipes." her frown slowly ticking as she handed the goo-soaked wrench to Steve.

"Happy hunting Agent Jinks"

"Did Myka depart?" Helena was asking as she scrubbed her hands in the small sink, never looking up as she dug out the rest of the goo from under her fingernails.

"Has the power flashes stopped?" Steve asking as he frowned at the gooed covered wrench, side-eyeing Claudia as she squinted at the wrench in his hand.

"I beleive it shall be safe for you and our young Claudia to peruse the aisles to the 'Gooery' and for the life of me, haven't a clue as to why you so choose the endearment for the …" Helena saying as she frowned at the small drop of purple slim running down her finger after running her fingers through her hair.

"If I get zapped in the ass again …" Claudia was huffing as she followed behind Steve.

"I beleive it shall be safe for your backside seeing as Myka has departed and with my departure, you and Steven shall be safe." Helena was saying as she leaned in to the retinal scan, the door popping open with a small whoosh. "I feel the need for a 'Silkwood' shower is in order, goodnight all"

"Did she just make a modern movie reference?" Steve was asking as they both crept down the staircase toward the main floor of the warehouse.

"Don't look at me Steveo, something she may have picked up from her days of playing perfect house with the Beaver Cleaver family back in Boone."

"So not right and we all know that Claud. The damn vibes from all the denial almost knocked me over. So not wanting to go through that again and I think that is why the warehouse was going nuts with the power bolts when they both got back."

Claudia stopped in her tracks half way down the stairs, Steve letting out a loud yelp as he crashed into the back of the young girl. "Really? And not all the stuff with the Sade and the wammy and Myka freaking and HG shutting herself off having anything to do with the warehouse freaking out?!"

"Umm, you may have a point there?" Steve half asked, half questioned as he gripped the stair railing, the sharp clank of the wrench in his grip reverting across the now silent aisles of the massive area.

"They have to get together, for real, not some fracking artifact." Claudia's head downcast, her words bouncing off the metal steps as she walked down the staircase.

"And why is that?" Steve was saying, halting just before he slammed into the back of his friend, again.

"And I thought you of all people would know why?" Claudia spinning around, then side-stepping as she let Steve step on the flat of the warehouse floor. "This place, those two were meant to be together. They are destine!" Claudia was saying as she spun around the huge staging area before the rows and rows of aisles,her arms spread out.

"And why would I 'know' better than anyone? Because I am gay?" Steve was now trying to control his building anger, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wrench in his hand.

"Nooo! Gods no, you think I am that shallow?" Claudia said as she stepped closer to her best friend, gripping his hands and pulling him close, keeping Steve from retreating away. "Think about it, Mykes growing up reading HG all her life, Mrs. F pulling her here to the warehouse and!" her hand releasing her grip on Steve, him standing still, nodding his head for his friend to continue.

"Think of all the things that had to happen, the planets aligning just so, HG being bronzed and then just happening to be unbrozed with Myka here. All the things they went through, saving each other and the world over and over."

"Go on," Steve whispered, knowing where this was leading as he guided Claudia to the Gooery as they walked.

"This was like written in the stars, you know, a cosmic thing." Steve nodding as they went along. "They were meant for each other, no matter time or space." Claudia then stopped, turning to face her best friend with tears streaming down her cheeks. "They have to be together because …" her last words choking out between her quivering lips.

"I know Claud," Steve keeping his voice soft as he pulled Claudia to him, hugging all his feelings into his best friend. "And they will, be together." kissing his words into the top of soft,red hair.

XXX

"A word, Agent Wells?" the voice of the caretaker causing Helena to pause just before the car outside the warehouse.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Helena replied as she wiped her hands with the rag she pulled from her back pocket.

"Endless wonder," the caretaker sighed as she followed the line of sight of the Brit up to the dark sky above them.

"Yes, quite a deception the luminescent can create." Helena sighed as she tossed the soiled rag over her shoulder, her other hand gripping the handle of the black SUV she procured. Never the mind of it's similarities to the black monstrosity Myka so dearly loved.

"I have given all the night off at the inn, the rest vested in the warehouse. There shall be only you and Agent Bering, the rest is up to you, Helena."

"Meaning?" Helena asked as she turned to the voice behind her.

The soft plains and valleys of the desert where illuminated by the bright shine of the unapedied stars of the night sky. "Of course," Helena sighed into the blank space that was once occupied by the caretaker, the glimmer of a faint glow illuminating the now empty space.

xxx

After watching Myka run up the stairs, her nervous grating with each word from Peter ; she was coming to terms from the revelation that he had intimate knowledge of her Myka.

"Peter, would you be as so kind as to leave for awhile?" Helena had said as she stopped on the small landing of the stairs.

"Um, sure?" he questioned,then turning around as he held his keys in his hand. "If you hurt her again like Boone …"

"Let's not transverse that road, shall we?" her eyes steeling at the small figure standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"No, 'let's not'" he said in the worst British accent ever heard.

"Go, find your true love and please allow me the same courtesy,"

Helena had her hand still, just an inch from Myka's bedroom door, listening as she heard the faint sound of his car pulling away, her head leaning to the wood barrier as she listened to the small, faint sounds of something being shuffled around, draws closing as then the soft pad of those feet came closer to the other side of the wooden barrier.

Helena crossed her arms over her waist, trying her utmost to still the rapid churning inside as her ears picked up the soft clanking of the brass metal turning on the handle of Myka's doorknob.

"I have …" her words, her every thought escaping as she looked upon Myka. A soft, white terry cloth robe was all the agent wore as she had opened the door.

"Come in," was a mere whisper as Myka held onto the door knob, moving to the side as she opened the door further to her room. Helena spun around when she heard the faint click of the dead bolt sliding shut behind her. Helena turned, a soft smile crossing her lips, the faint smell of the herbal scented shampoo filling the room, Myka's hair still a bit damp around the base of her neck.

"I was wondering how long you would be before knocking on my door," Myka was saying as she tightened the sash on her robe. Helena watching as Myka kneeled down to the bottom drawer and pulling it open.

"I wished to allow you as much …" her voice catching in her throat as she watched the crystal cantor filled with amber liquid placed with a thunk on the top of Myka's dresser draw, her body still bending as her hand reached further back into the draw.

"I was a bit hesitant and felt some reserve was needed before I …" her words halting as Myka pulled the leather harness out, the sickly sound of the brass buckle echoing around the small room as Myka placed it ontop of her dresser draw. She watched as a shaky hand pulled out the plastic box.

"I think I can handle this size but seeing as I never gave you the …" Helena watching as Myka nodded to the boxed phallic sitting on her dresser top. "I never give you the choice of size and …" Myka dropped her head, a curtain of ringlets shielding her face as she nodded to the top of her dresser draw. Helena let out a shaky breath as she walked two steps forward, picking up the glass of amber liquid.

"You were under duress from the influence of the artifact," Helena mumbling into her glass, her eyes closing briefly with gratitude for the smokey aged Scotch Myka had poured.

"And you feel that a romp with this?" her finger tracing over the stiff leather strap with one finger, her other pressing the rim of the glass closer to her bottom lip,

"Would suffice?" a perfect eyebrow arching.

"I screwed this …" her one hand moving between the two of them, her other slowly pulling at her sash, "Whatever this was and I am trying to make up …"

"Hush," Helena said, the firmness in her tone caused Myka's hand to still on her sash as Helena stalked forward. She watched as long, slender fingers placed the empty glass down next to the box that held the phallic.

"This is no 'Tit for Tat' situation Myka Ophelia," Helena's deep timber of her name caused Myka to shiver. Her gulping down a rush of air as those slim fingers halted on her hand holding the end of the sash on her robe. Never had Myka felt so exposed, her world, her body, on display.

"I shall not be seduced into a pity party," Helena whispering next to the shell of Myka's ear, her hands tying the sash on Myka's robe firm. "Allow me the honor .." Helena was saying as she backed away from the shaking form of the young woman. "The privilege of escorting you on the first date you so rightly deserve."

"I believe the correct term is to 'wine and dine'?" Myka felt her shoulders leaving her ears as Helena gripped her hands, her eyes turning a mist of green as Helena raised them up to her lips. Such gentle, loving care was placed with each kiss on her knuckles.

"Say yes?"

"Yes," Myka's words just an utterance between her lips as she stared into pools of deep, unadulterated love.

The End

Chapter 5

A/N This is the wrap-up for the story. Thank you to all for this indulgence. No Beta so all mistakes are mine.

Minds on different planes, Pete worrying his bottom lip as a blur rushed by him, all the days since they had gotten back. Not a word between them.

"You think I am amused by this, Agent Lattimer?" her grit and disdain filling the small space of the B&B.

"Neanderthal," Helena said over her shoulder as she ascended the rungs.

Seconds felt like eons as she waited for some semblance, of any stirring from behind the closed door :