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 being patient reading this which will be full of mistakes.
I tried to post when I was travelling, but after tons of tentative, I decided to post when I back home. And now I'm home :D
But, as I said, I could translate, but only this chapter.
I don't know how many chapters this fic are going to have, I'm just writing while the ideas keep coming, but I don't expect that this fic will pass of 40 chapters.
Maybe in a near future I will rewrite the story, putting more things. I don't know yet. What do you think?
Myka still kept the surprised expression, while Helena looked her.
"You're starting to make me a little nervous."- Helena said making Myka laugh and look again to the candles.
"And do you think will be a request like this that will make me break up with you?"
"So, it would be a yes?" – Myka nodded, looking again at Helena, extending her hand. Helena put the ring with a big smile on the face, and then she embraced Myka, kissing her in the air.
When they stopped the kiss, Helena took her to her room. Her room had a ice bucket with champagne, and some bowls of fruits, such as strawberries.
"You're going to let me spoiled."
"I don't care, I will to treat you as you deserve."- Helena opened the champagne, offering a glass to Myka, serving her.
"What would have happened if I had rejected?"
"I would have been sad or disappointed, but you would have some reason to reject, and I would try to understand it. And probably, we would get drunk with champagne, ending the night with sex. Frankly, many things could have happened." – Helena took a slip, putting the champagne back in the bucket.
"So you really think that there was that possibility?" – Helena nodded, - "There was no reason for it, I would accept anyway…".
"People can surprise us even when we think won't."- Myka approached the strawberries' bowl, picking one of them.
"Thanks for the treats" – Myka was eating the strawberry provocatively, drawing total attention of Helena, who approached of Myka, eating the rest of strawberry, as she opened the zipper of Myka's dress, taking it out then. Myka's intention was been fully realized.
She didn't want Helena thinking about the thousands of "if". She would have accepted the request anyways; She knew that Helena was the only person who really felt passionate about. Sam may have been a good romance, but he was nothing compared with Helena. Probably she never would have accepted the request if it came from Sam, because never had imagined them living together for the rest of life. She always considered Sam as backup, since he was, under the law, married. But with Helena, she imagined in her side for rest of life. She felt complete with her, and only that mattered.
"No one taught you that shouldn't play with food?" – Helena said pushing Myka in the bed. The sonorous laugher of Myka echoed in the room.
xxx While this xxx
"Where is Myka? I haven't seen her since morning."- Pete asked worried, because usually Myka warned when she was to disappear or leave. The memories of the day when Myka left the warehouse back to his mind.
"Champion, she has romantic life, remember?" – Claud still not forgives Pete for his strategy in the video game.
"Oh."
Claud knew about the Helena's plan with Myka, even because she had helped in some aspects. Pete didn't bother about Myka be dating, just worried about she suddenly leave of warehouse again. In fact, he has a sister, but as an older brother, he never could be the "little brother", and with Myka, he felt as little brother. Pete noticed that Claud had a smile on her face.
"Why are you with that sociopath smile?"
"You'll understand soon."
"If it has some relation with the video game, accept your loss. Living and learning." – Claud laughed.
"I guarantee that doesn't have any relation, but I'll have my revenge."
xxx Next Day xxx
Myka woke sore but happy. She was sore because of the night, Helena really abused of her good shape. She was happy because of yesterday. She saw the hours, realizing she was late for one more work day. She sighed before stand up looking at Helena, who was deeply sleeping. She tried to sit in the bed, without waking Helena. She stretched, looking at the hours again.
Sometimes, she hated to have to work, just to have to stay away from Helena. Her presence was something that intoxicates, every day that passed; she thought it would be difficult to leave Helena. Again, Helena completes her. And it felt good. She closed the eyes for a few seconds.
"It's still early, darling." – Helena said with her eyes still closed, moving in the bed. Myka was startled; she had no idea that she woke Helena.
"I have to work." – Myka sighed again, she didn't want to work, she wanted to continue in the bed with Helena, who opened the eyes. Helena approached of Myka, placing kisses on her shoulder.
"You don't have to work. Artie gave day off for everybody. He's going to solve some problems, and any artifacts manifested."- Helena continued to place kisses in Myka's shoulder.
"This isn't some of your work, no?"
"No, darling. If it were, I wouldn't let you wake. I would have simply hidden the clock, since you usually wake this time, when you're late." – Myka laughed. Helena back to lie down in the bed, stretching.
"It's still early, darling. And a little ago we went sleep." – Myka looked at Helena, before to lie down in her side.
"And I'm still sore." – Helena laughed, hugging Myka, who releases a slight groan.
"I told you not to play with food." – Myka laughed.
"I love you, and I'll keep playing with food."
"I love you too." – Helena placed a kiss on Myka's forehead, closing her eyes again.
xxx Some Hours after xxx
It was early afternoon. Myka and Helena had awake was little time ago, hungry, so they went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Helena was cooking something quick; just to hold the stomach until night. Myka was sitting on the stool at the counter, observing Helena moving inside kitchen.
"I envy your ability to cook."
"Darling, in my time, woman was obligated to cook very well. I just had to learn." – Helena said serving Myka.
"Yes, but you can cook."
"Believe me, I was like you. My mother always told me I was hopeless as a housewife in the 19th century." – Helena smiled at the memory of her mother.
"I can't imagine it."
"You've managed to cook. Your problem is to have people who don't trust you in kitchen. It was my problem too. But after persistence, you create a relation with food. For some it's easy, for other it's hard." – Myka paid attention while eating.
"Probably, but thanks for trusting me."
"I'll be always here for anything."
xxx At night xxx
Myka was returning to Leena's, Helena would still in her house, to arrange everything. It was quite late, but Myka wanted to return to Leena's, not to let anyone else worried. She imagined that Pete should have been quite worried. She knew that the memory of her exit of the warehouse was still fresh in his mind.
She had put any CD to play, her good humor reflected her willingness to listen to music. But putting songs to play was her fatal mistake of the day. She was enough distracted to the point of not having noticed a car coming in her direction, with the headlights turned off and in a high speed.
The scene was quick; Myka realized at the last second the car and tried to turn the car without success. The car had hit on the side of the car, causing her car catapults over the car, and then overturned on the road.
Her last memories were the sensations of blood streaming down her face, and severe pain in some body's parts. She felt her body pressed but couldn't move her neck, probably because was stuck for some reason. She heard her phone ringing somewhere, but didn't know where. Only saw bits of twisted metal, broken glass all around. She felt tears running down, burning his face.
She began to hear voices, but couldn't understand what they were talking about. Just shut her eyes, wishing it were a nightmare.
Yeah, I'm sorry for this end. But something bad had to happen in some moment, right?
The next chapter was one I most liked writing. I don't know why exactly. Of course, the next isn't the only one which liked have written of all chapters.
See ya :)