Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters are the property of Syfy Network.
I'm Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese. All mistakes are mine (and also, I can forget some word), so thanks for all for patience reading this which will be full of mistakes.
A month had passed. Helena was already totally reintegrated into the warehouse, including realizing missions as needed. Also had gone to sleep every night in Myka's room, going to home only on occasions very sporadic. Artie showed greater acceptance of Helena as the days passed and new artifacts were stored.
Pete diminished his anger for Helena, as he tried to understand her, trying to get closer to Helena. Claud developed her friendship with Helena, becoming an alternative anchor of reality and she could teach her to use some tech gadgets like the computer.
It's was a normal day of work, nothing exceptional, just inoffensive artifacts which manifested in nearby cities, and are assigned to Pete and Claud. Myka decided to go to Leena's in late afternoon, since there was no so much paperwork to be resolved. Helena decided to stay a little more training with the tesla, since Claud had made some changes which altered the way of shooting (also the power).
Myka arrived when the sun was setting. She entered listening to some familiar voices, going toward the living room. She didn't expect to find her parents sitting on the couch.
"Mom? Dad? But what are you doing here?" – The tone of her voice was surprise. Myka didn't know whether happy or worried that they're there.
"Oh dear, you don't give any news two months." – Her mother stood up, going to hug the daughter, while her dad remained sitting on the couch.
"But you could have just phoned! The next time you come, at least let me know so I can't leave you waiting." – Myka said sitting in the chair that was almost beside the couch, while her mother sat on the couch again.
"We wanted to surprise you." – Her father said looking at Myka.
"How are you, dad?"
"I'm fine, but…"
"But you still little disappointed with my career." – He nodded.
"Until when we will have this conversation?" – Myka looked seriously her father, who didn't answer.
"I'm sorry for not giving news, I was occupied these months."
"But how you can be so occupied in a warehouse? If you were still on Secret Service, you would have much more service as well as an excellent career and opportunities. And your decision didn't please me." – Her father had a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"You always cared about yourself, but never cared if the choices of your daughter were what she wanted. I'm no longer a puppet for you to handle. And that conversation again, please not." – Myka knew that if they continued to have that conversation, they would fight at end.
"We don't need to have that conversation. But you like your job, no?" – Her mother asked not wanting to go into much detail, in order to change the subject.
"Yes, I like of my job, is something I enjoy to doing."
Her father moved on the couch, indicating discomfort with the conversation. Leena entered with a tray of drinks, which were readily accepted by her parents, while Myka looked out the windows, with a disappointed look.
She loved her parents, but if she didn't give news, it was because she knew that her father would feel disappointed or upset with some her personal decision. Enter the Secret Service was a way to provoke him as a way of trying to get rid of. She had become tired of always trying to please him.
"And you got a boyfriend? That Pete seems like a great candidate." – Myka knew her father wouldn't like the answer she almost gave automatically, despite having made an surprised expression.
"Mom, Pete will never be my boyfriend. And at the moment, I have no interest in any romantic relationship."
"But dear, you need to come over Sam. It isn't because he died that you have to be a saint."
"And we want grandkids soon. We won't live much longer. And soon, you will be old for that." – The father quickly amended; Myka didn't believe the conversation they were having.
"I'm not being a saint, if I was I would have exiled in some convent. I overcame the death of Sam, he could be missed, but I just have no interest. And dad, not this conversation again. Not because you want grandkids that I will have children. If I want, I'll have in some near future. But at the moment, I don't think about it."
"You don't want to have children because you want to provoke us, to be rebellious, since you no longer depend on us. No need to lie." – The father's voice was slightly altered.
"Okay, since you want the truth, I'll tell you. But don't expect it to be a truth that you will like to hear. Your daughter is in a relationship, yes. Why I didn't tell? Because isn't with a man. And yes with a woman, by the way, fantastic." – Her voice was provocative, - "You would like her, but as I know you have problem with this kind of thing, I decided not to tell you to save you. But you never want to be spared of the truth because you believe that truth is only yours and only your truth will prevail over the whole world." – Myka looked seriously her father while her mother just kept sipping her drink. She didn't care about homosexuality, but knew that her husband would lose control, so just waited.
Perhaps by destiny's coincidence, Helena entered in Leena's in the exact moment that the father lost the control.
"You dishonor this family! How dare you to this to us? Even worse, how can you be my daughter?" – Myka doesn't be scared; she was expecting this reaction, remaining in the same position. Her father stood up sharply during the speech, whose voice was very loud and furious.
He left the room violently stomping on the floor, really angry. He came face to face with a confused Helena in the hall.
"You are the dishonor of my daughter! How dare you to this with my daughter?" – He said aggressively, pausing for a moment in front of Helena, before leaving for outside. The mother soon came, trying to stay calm.
"Please, forgive my husband. You aren't guilty of anything." – Helena didn't understand anything of what was happening. Then the mother went out the outside, going behind her husband.
Helena didn't understand who these people were, but the woman's eyes have given a clue. He entered the room, finding Myka still sitting in his chair, looking out the window. He sat on the couch closest to the chair.
"Your parents?" – Myka nodded.
"You're a bit like your mother. Your eyes are the same." – Myka looked at Helena, who sat on the edge of the couch, getting closer.
"Your father might understand, maybe not. But he is your father anyways, and if he has the least love for you, he'll try to accept it as best he can. But don't create expectations, just give time."
"My father just has to understand that he doesn't rule more in my life, and I'm no longer his puppet to force me to be someone I'm not just to please him." – Myka stood up to sit next to Helena, who hugged her.
"Don't worry; everything will be fine, okay?" – Myka didn't answer, seemed to be absorbed in her thoughts.
They were silent for a few minutes.
"Do you want children?" – Helena wasn't sure what was really listening.
"Sorry, could you repeat?"
"Do you want children?" – Myka looked into Helena's eyes.
"Of course, I know you never imagined being a mother, so I won't force you have a children just because I want." – Helena caressed Myka's face, realizing that something was different in her eyes, - "And I know I won't be able to have more children. I already knew the consequence of my surgery. So please, don't have one to please me or your parents, okay?" – Myka nodded, getting up, going to the kitchen. Helena watched her before following her.
"You are okay? You seem to be very absorbed." – Helena asked leaned in the doorway, with the arms crossed and with a worried look.
"Yes, just thinking about some things of the conversation with my parents." – Myka had prepared a bowl of müsli, and started to eat.
Both women hear the noise of the entrance door being opened and closed. Myka's mother appeared behind Helena, startling her a little. Helena had take a step back, giving space, and indicating that she would leave the two alone, but she was barred by the mother.
"I would like to talk with you two, if you have anything against it." – Helena looked Myka and then to the mother.
"Mom, if it's to talk about my father, I don't want."
"No, it isn't about your father." – Myka leaned against the counter, putting the bowl aside. Her mother gave a look to Helena, before look to Myka again.
"You know I never had big problems with your choices, but your father always had, so only give time, but either way, it isn't what I want to talk about. I'm really with your relationship, and I thank you." – She turned to Helena, who remained stopped in same place looking her, - "There hadn't be easier to her overcome Sam and get into a relationship again. Just don't hurt her. That would hurt me too."
"I don't intend to hurt her, I hurt once already, and I know how painful it was." – Helena gave a look to Myka, "My regret for this act to never to want to have the idea in mind. If I hurt her again, I will feel guiltier for the rest of my days, because I have broken a promise. And I'm not a woman who likes to break promises." – She looked at the mother. Myka kept her eyes on Helena during the speech, watching her carefully, leaving the memories of the moments of Helena being the villain back to her mind.
"I don't know you as I would like to know, as we don't know in the best way possible, but I hope one day we can meet. And I can tell you are a different woman. Well, it was just that. I'm going back to the hotel; my husband wants to return home tomorrow. And take care of my daughter." – The mother said looking at Helena, who nodded, then glanced at Myka.
"I'm sorry for the situation today." – Myka sighed.
"Don't worry, dear." – The mother gone to outside; Helena looked Myka, who was in the same position, biting her lower lip and with her head lowered.
Helen approached, giving a kiss, and then hugged her.
"Want to watch a movie and then sleep?" – Helena suggested, realizing that Myka was a little tense.
"Which movie?"
"And you dare to ask that question to a woman of last century?" – Both laughed.
"Never know when a possible miracle may have happened." – Myka smiling split going to the TV room. Helena passed quickly into the room to get a blanket to make them more comfortable.
Myka put a comedy either. Helena settled on the floor, leaning back on the couch while Myka gets along with television and DVD player, and then settles down next to Helena.
xxx 1h30 after xxx
"Darling? Let's go to bed?" – Helena was trying to wake Myka who felt asleep.
Myka opened her eyes slowly, seeing Helena's eyes. She was slow to understand that she had fallen asleep during the movie. She stirred, allowing Helena get out of the uncomfortable position. Myka stood up, turning off the TV and DVD player, while Helena tried to stand with the leg still slightly numb. Myka laughed, before binding an arm to Helena, helping her. They went to the bedroom, where they quickly fell asleep, because there was no need to leave anything neat, because the next day was off to both.
xxx Next Day xxx
Myka had turned in the bed, waking up when she realized the absence of Helena by her side. She felt a little disappointment, but when she saw a note on the bedside table, a smile came to her smile. There was a key along with the note.
Good morning Darling,
I'm sorry for not being there the time you wake. But you'll be rewarded for that, I left the spare key to my house, and I wish you were at night to my house. I left some things for you in the drawer.
Myka returned to lay her head on the pillow, but this time in Helena's pillow, the scent of her still fresh. She smiled getting up from bed.
I think the next chapter will surprise you a little. Maybe in my morning, I bring the next.
I hope that your new year was great :)
See ya!