Epilogue

Univille, South Dakota

Myka stood in the warehouse, looking at the shoes. She wondered what the tall blonde girl saw that made her suggest that either her or Helena put the shoes on themselves. It wouldn't be the first time either agent had used an arifact, whether on purpose or accident. Hell, they've all been nearly killed by one at some point or another.

"You alright Myka?"

The brunette turned around and smiled softly at Claudia, then placed the shoes on the shelf and entered something into the screen. "I'm fine Clauds, just thinking about something."

The redhead nodded as she sat on a nearby barrel that was overturned. "Myka, this is me you're talking to, I can read you guys like a book," she said. "What's going on?"

"The girl in Lima who had the shoes, she had a friend, this tall blonde. Anyway, the blonde said either me or Helena should wear the shoes back here, said something about us being able to express our feelings, whatever that means."

"Myka, before Helena tried to end the world, she was your friend."

The agent sighed. "I know Claudia."

"I always thought you wanted to be more than friends. I mean, H.G. Wells was one of your favorite authors," Claudia said. "I remember, before Helena was de-bronzed, you told me you thought you could have fallen in love with H.G. if he lived during our time."

"Your point?" Myka asked, turning back to the shoes.

"Put them on Mykes. H.G. is alive during our time. So what if the H stands for Helena and not some masculine name?" Claudia asked, standing up and walking behind Myka. She grabbed the shoes and looked down at them. "They're just your size Agent Bering."

Helena paced the length of what was once her bedroom in Leena's bed and breakfast. Mrs. Frederick was no where to be seen and the inventor had no idea where she was suppose to go at this point. Things were a lot easier when she was just a hologram. As soon as someone pushed a button on that stupid little orb, she was back in the empty room.

Myka watched the other woman from across the hall. This was her chance. Helena was here and in person. She had punched her earlier, had felt her shoulder underneath her fist. She had avoided touching Helena since then, not sure what she'd do if she could really feel her.

"I know you're there Myka."

The agent sighed and pushed herself off the wall and into the bedroom. "Still no sign of Mrs. Frederick?" Helena shook her head as she finally stopped pacing and looked out the window. "I think we should talk."

"What's there to talk about?"

"We use to be friends, Helena," Myka whispered, moving further into the room and sitting on the bed. "You were my best friend. The first one I'd had in a long time."

"What about Pete and Claudia?"

"They're different. Pete's like a big brother and Claudia's like a little sister. They're family, but you, you were different." Myka sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "There was always something holding me back from considering you family."

"I think we all know what that was Myka," Helena answered. "It was your survival instincts kicking in."

"No," the agent said, standing up and walking to the other woman. She grabbed Helena's arm and spun her around. "I was the first to trust you Helena, the first to accept you. Artie hated you and Pete kept saying he was having one of his feelings about you, but I never listened to them." Myka raised her hand to the inventor's cheek, caressing it. "I had feelings for you, Helena. That's why you never became family. I didn't want you to be. I wanted you to be more, more than just my friend."

"What are you saying?" Helena asked.

Myka took a deep breathe and leaned in toward HG. "I love you," she whispered then closed the distance and kissed Helena. They parted only when air became an urgent need. "I love you so much, Helena. I think that's why I felt so hurt by what you did, but that doesn't matter now. All that time, being able to see you, but not touch you, made me realize how I feel."

"Are you wearing the shoes?" Helena asked, refusing to look down at Myka's feet.

"Nope," she answered with a grin. "This is all me."

Helena smiled. "Myka," she whispered. "I love you too," she said, pulling the agent back into a kiss.