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.
LOCISVU, I think it's normal we want (at least once in a lifetime) that the hero survive. I really thought seriously about kill Myka. But then the fic would get out of the line I was thinking for it. So, I decided in a last moment keep Myka alive, and use this idea of kill in another fic or maybe in a one shot. I have so many ideas for this couple…
Mrs Lalage, I tried to do the last chapter intense as possible. I like to work with feelings, thoughts, and so on (I think that probably it's obvious for who reads my personal texts and maybe for who read this fic.)
Well, I'm really being good, because yesterday(January 17th) was my birthday (and as always, I don't received congratulations from all my friends, but that's okay, some warned that they may not be able to congratulate me. But also, a birthday in the middle of the vacation is supposed to few people remember it. And I'm very accustomed with that.)
So, I really would love some reviews as gift.
Of course, I only translated this chapter yesterday because I was without phone and internet, I was really bored, and I decided to use my free time to translate :)
If my internet was back yesterday, I would have posted yesterday, but only returned now.
Helena was the first to wake; she had become accustomed to waking relatively early, due to Myka's stay in the hospital. As she move in bed, realized they had slept naked, as they had spent the night killing the necessity of one for other. They were only inches apart, with Myka spread across the bed asleep, while Helena was sleeping on her stomach.
Helena stood up, trying not to wake Myka. She gathered all her clothes still wet, hanging them in the bathroom so it could dry. Returning to bed, she noticed that some of Myka's naked body was exposed. She spent some minutes watching her sleep. Gently took all the sheet still covered parts of Myka's body, giving small and soft kissed in her thigh, exploring every erogenous spot, which she knew very well.
"Hele… God!" – Myka hadn't time to talk, because she felt Helena's lip in her sex, already very excited.
Nor had opened her eyes, but her excitement denounced. Helena continued to rise, rubbing her fingers in other erogenous areas. She continued, sometimes speeding up or narrowed, also caused breaks, following contractions and moans louder of Myka.
Helena only stopped when Myka cried out. While Myka was breathing deeply, Helen ran the body with kisses and light bites.
"Good morning, darling. I couldn't resist." – Helena said between kisses. A smile came to Myka's lips.
"Good morning, you woke early." – Her voice was still a little failure. Helena stopped kissing momentarily to remember why she had become accustomed to wake early. Myka noticed the pause, putting a hand on Helena's face, caressing.
"I'm sorry."
"There is no apologizing for that. It wasn't your fault." – Helena lay over Myka supporting her head on her abdomen – "Today is your last day of physical therapy." - Myka played with Helena's hair.
"Do you want to go?"
"I would love, but if Artie call me to rescue some artifact or anything, I have to go. But I will try to get the whole session."
"I'd like to try to prepare the breakfast. Under your supervision, of course." – Helena looked Myka, with a puzzled look.
"This is the first time I hear it." – Myka laughed.
"People can surprise. And I would like also to thank and apologize for everything you did pass, with my accident; however that wasn't totally my fault." – Myka bite her lower lip.
"Remember what you told me long ago? Past is past." – Myka smiled, nodding. Helena stood up and getting dressed in dry clothes. Myka remained in bed, watching her for a few moments before getting up too. A few minutes later, both were already in the kitchen.
"What you plan to prepare?" – Helena asked curiously.
"One of the few things I know cook: scrambled eggs. Sorry to disappoint you, if you were expecting something more different." – Helena laughed, hugging Myka's waist.
"Darling, just the fact that you have offered, it's enough for me" – Myka smiled and then kissed.
Myka separated from Helena, picking up all the ingredients, while Helena was settling on the counter watching Myka. She worried about her mainly because she still had difficulties in performing some moves, and she being in the kitchen, was one more reason to worry. But everything went smoothly, although Helena has helped at sometimes. Myka still couldn't get the full extension of the elbow, as well as do a lot of force for long, which ended up requesting the help of Helena.
In those moments when Myka was getting to grips with stove, Helena separated plates, cutlery and glasses, and stood watching her, and couldn't help smiling at times. Myka when finished cook, served both. Helena just ate a mouthful, then flashing a smile.
"Your ability is improving. Hope is the last to die."
"Ability that only exists because of you." – Helena laughed.
"Thank you" – Myka looked at Helena's eyes, feeling happy that things are back to normal again.
xxx Some hours after xxx
"Myka." – Helena was standing in front of Myka in the hospital physiotherapy room. Myka looked at Helena.
Myka was trying to do exercises to improve the total elbow extension, as well as work force. Helena had so far observing Myka, trying not to disturb. But Myka wasn't able to do the exercised proposed, due to pain and at times her hand was numb, the expected effect of the lesion.
"Myka, no matter how it hurts, keep trying. And even if you can't, I won't mind of help. I know that you're afraid of becoming dependent, but admit that you were depended on me. So whatever comes with me, you can ask and accept. And one of them is help. But for now, keep trying, right?" – Myka laughed and nodded back to focus.
Soon the sound of Farnsworth became audible, making Helena releasing a long sigh. Myka started biting her lower lip, trying to make the exercise again. Helena left the room, meeting the Farnsworth.
"Helena, I'm sorry to call you." – It was Pete who was calling Helena.
"No problems, Pete. Needing me?"
"Yes, Artie doesn't want me to go alone behind an artifact. And you're the one free. Sorry, I know you wanted to stay with Myka…" – Pete knew how Helena wanted to stay with Myka, especially after the accident. Helena ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm going, I'm in a bit there." – Helena hung up, entering the room again.
Myka turned looking Helena, who had stopped in her front again.
"I'm sorry, darling, but work calls. Be a good girl, right? And keep trying." – Helena made a care in Myka's hair. Myka nodded.
"Good job. See you at home?"
"Yes darling."
xxx Two hours after xxx
Helena still couldn't understand why Artie wanted Pete to be with someone else, the artifact wasn't so dangerous as it seemed relatively easy to recover. The artifact was in a town near the warehouse, well known by all agents of the warehouse, since they were there where they used to have a social life, as well as shopping and more.
They were walking down the main street, talking about routine things, but the conversation inevitable focused on Myka.
"I'm a little worried about Myka." – Pete mentioned, calling Helena's attention, - "If she finds out that she's staying with limited movement forever, she'll feel guilty." – Pete added.
"If Myka really get limited movement forever, she'll have to learn to live with that. And I intend to help her with that. I know she'll feel dependent, which she doesn't like, but she'll have to learn to deal with it. All we often learn to deal with what we dislike, just for our good."
"Just don't want her to be feeling the worst person in the world" – Helena stopped walking making Pete stop looking at her.
"Pete, I never thought I'd say this, but I know how much you care about her, I know that she is an important friendship for you, but I'll never let her feel the worst person in the world, because she isn't. She is more than that. She can't understand, but I'll do my best for her not to feel the worst person in the world, and that she be accepted by at least one person." – Pete smiled.
"I know, Helena. That's why I'm sharing with you my concern. Thank you." – Both back to walk again, changing the subject.
Soon, they passed by a square where a mother and a child were playing. Helena can't fail to observe the scene for a few moments, returning to accompany Pete. But the scene brought back memories of Helena, who left the side of Pete without him noticing that, in a corner.
Helena returned to the square, hoping to find again the child and mother. She was looking at them as she felt tears running down her face. The child had many similarities with Christina, although the mother is blonde and whiter. Helena sat on the bench, leaving the memories come to mind.
Flashback
It was spring of 1898. A year before the murder of Christina, who was seven at that time. Helena was at peak of her thirty years. It was a beautiful day, those that you enjoy to have a picnic, or just give a walk in the park. That's what Helena did with Christina, took her to the park to have fun and possibly have a picnic, something quite traditional.
Christina all time came to show flowers for Helena, who enjoyed explaining superficially, having full attention of Christina. Eventually, Helena enjoyed telling stories to her daughter, or even playing with her daughter. They always enjoyed those rare occasions when Helena was off the warehouse, and when her daughter could be away from boarding school.
These moments were rare, but happy, that Helena felt complete. She felt complete because of presence of Christina. When Christina was away, she felt a void in her soil. Christina had become synonymous of happiness for her. Of course, working in the warehouse was also her happiness, but didn't surpass the happiness of being with her.
Because of that, she valued every moment, every laugh, every smile, every curiosity, every detail of moments. She was sitting on the grass, watching her daughter play with butterflies and watching every plant that was in the park.
"Mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Do you believe that the future will be better? That society will change? And you can finally be recognized?" – Helena laughed. Christina was holding a flower and was standing near Helena.
"I hope the future will be better, yes, but that society will change I believe it won't happen soon. May change, may not change, but we won't know right? And I feel no need to be recognized."
"But it's so unfair!" – Helena had a smile, while Christina was lying in Helena's lap.
"Dear, never believe that life is fair. There will always be those who are unjust. But we have hope in those who do justice every day." – Helena was caressing Christina's hair, while she was watching the flower and toyed with it.
"Helena?" – Helena had awakened from her memories when she listen Pete who was standing in front of her. She looked at the space where once were the mother and child, then returning to look at Pete.
"Are you okay?" – Only then she realized that she had been crying, and realizing this, tried to wipe the tears with her hand. She only nodded.
Pete sat down beside her, resting his elbows on his leg. Helena returned to look at the space where the mother and child were.
"I know what is to lose someone. I know what is to lose someone when I could have avoided. But haven't tried." – Helena looked surprised to Pete.
"I thought you were thinking of Christina, I saw the child out of here." – Helena nodded.
"I know how hard it's to think of memories, and you want that time back, but times doesn't come back. You just keep living life. Some people doing rituals of honor to the memory, others suffering day after day, being tortured by memories, others simply try to forget."
"What happened?"
"I had a feeling that my father wouldn't return home at the end of the day. I ignored it. I could have saved my father, but I ignored it. I didn't know in that time, that this feeling would save me from many situations." – Pete looked at Helena.
"I'm sorry." – Was what Helena could think of to say.
"You would like to end the day? I've rescued the artifact. Don't worry; I'll do the record and the entire procedure."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." – Pete nodded.
"Thanks."
xxx Meanwhile xxx
Myka decided to make a visit to her therapist, while Helena was working. She decided when she left the physiotherapy session. She was sitting on a black couch in front of her therapist. She used to appeal to her therapist, when she was in the Secret Service due to the stress of work. But since she entered the warehouse was no longer necessary. But this time she felt it would be good.
"How long Myka. What brings you here?"
"Just a need to talk." – The therapist nodded sitting in big leather chair that was in front of the couch.
"About what exactly?"
"About my relationship." – Myka noticed a surprised expression on her therapist, completing then – "I'm dating Helena, I think you've had the opportunity to know her." – The therapist nodded.
"And what exactly is bothering you?"
"I feel I'm not good enough for her since the accident. I have limited movement in my left arm, and I feel that is doesn't make me be as good as she's for me. It's like I felt that I didn't deserve this. As if I was gaining too much to lose it all later and again hurt me." – Myka rested her head on the couch.
xxx Some hours after xxx
Myka come home after a long conversation with the therapist. She was feeling much better after the conversation, which served to clarify some of her fears. But one of her fears back into the house. Helena wasn't found anywhere, and even calling it, wasn't answered.
She ascended to the second floor, believing that Helena was taking a bath or reading a book in the bedroom listening to some music that Claud putted on her iPod. She noticed a door half open, a door that she had never seen be opened, and never knew what was behind the door.
She approached the door, seeing Helena sat leaning against a bed. She opened the door slowly, not wanting to make any noise. Helena was sat with an opened album, passing her hand in some photographs. She entered the room, realizing that the room was of Christina. Helena didn't realized her presence, was too distracted with good memories of the photos.
"She looked like a beautiful child." – Myka said while sitting next to Helena, observing a picture of Christina. Helena was startled by Myka's presence, in fact, she was distracted.
"Yes, she was beautiful." – Helena turned her attention to the photos.
"What happened?" – Myka asked worried.
"Only memories." – Myka hugged Helena, who began to cry again, but in a calm manner, - "I'm afraid of forget her. I'm afraid of wake one day and discover that I forgot her. That she faded from my memories."
"You won't forget her. She marked you strong enough to make impossible to forget her. She is always on your mind and your heart. Always. And while I don't know her, I know she would want her mother to be happy and stop trying to relive such a painful memory. If you are to remember her, it will be natural and momentary things." – Myka did caress in Helena's hair, comforting her.
"Certainly, she would say that life isn't fair." – Helena gave a muffled laugh.
"Helena, you won't forget her, I assure you."
"How can you be so sure?" – Helena looked up, breaking the hug, looking into Myka's eyes.
"Because I know you." – Myka kissed Helena.
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