Chapter 2

A/N Disclaimer: No Beta so all mistakes are mine.

"Mum, I am only 16, no plans for children," Helena sniffled into her Mum's chest that Sunday night.

"Of course, Love." the elder Wells leaning back, gripping her child's face in her hands, kissing the crown of raven locks that matched her own, save for a few streaks of silver gracing her temple.

"Stay true to your heart,"

Helena frowned at the last of her Mum's words from that Sunday night family dinner, sighing as she looked at her pocket watch she had pulled from the pocket of her loose fitting jeans. The cold bench causing a crap in her thigh as she waited in the quad of the local college she and Myka had agreed to meet at that Monday afternoon.

"Myka," Helena had called to the young girl as she spotted her with Peter and Amanda earlier that day at school. The lunch bell still echoing in her ear as she raced out of the cafeteria, salad in hand as she searched for the curly hairs in the outdoor lunch area.

"Hey, what's up cap?" Amanda asking as Helena slowed her gait, sucking each painful breath to calm her racing lungs and heart as Myka looked up, half eaten ham sandwich then being put down.

"Amanda, shall we?" Pete jumping up, holding his arm out to his girlfriend. Wagging his eyebrow and then rubbing his forefinger over his chin. "Maybe we should finish over there, while they sit here?" him jerking his head to the far end of the outdoor lunch area.

Amanda giving a dumbfounded look as Pete started to drag her away. "I will still need to know about your birthday …" Amanda was saying as Pete drug her away from the two.

"Shhh," Pete hissed in her ear as he pulled them further away.

"Birthday?" Helena asked as she set her backpack down on the table, the salad sliding off, and both women reaching for it before it hit the ground. Myka then giving a tight smile as her head popped up from under the wooden bench, salad in hand.

"Nothing, Pete just being Pete," she shrugged. Opening her pack to dig for her French lit book. Helena noteing, and feeling the tension as Myka averted her eyes.

"I am starving and only have a few ticks before class," Helena then yanking the plastic cover off her fork, shoving a few bites into her mouth, making sure Myka followed her other hand to her backpack. "Rugby practice at 3 and then I am free?" Helena looking up as she tried her lady like best to gulp down her spinach salad.

"Protein, you know?" Helena shrugged as she closed the top plastic cover to her lunch. "Need to run but, how about we meet for tutelage away from here?" a shy smile as she shoved the last piece of egg over her lips.

"Umm, yeah, sure." Myka was stumbling as she gathered her books, "I tutor at the local college in the quad at 4." giving a half smile as she shoved the last half of her ham and cheese sandwich in her mouth, her fingers holding out a handwritten card with the address as she jumped from the wooden lunch table.

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"Sorry I am late, blocked in by some dumbass in the parking lot and … is that a pocket watch?" Myka letting her book bag drop as she reached for the silver time piece Helena was holding. "I'm sorry, "Myka yanking her hand back as she sat down. Embarrassed by her boldness at reaching for the time piece. Not wanting to get into her love for all things Victorian.

"I'll tell you if you tell me," Helena smirked, rubbing the cuff of her long sleeved Rugby shirt over the treasured family heirloom she held.

"Meaning?" Myka asked as she smoothed down her shirt, clearing her throat as she started to pull her books out of her bag, her eyes glancing at the silver time piece, praying she did not come off as a huge geek to the third year student.

"The story behind this artifact to details of your birthday?" Helena smiling as she helded the time piece in the palm of her hand, pulling back slightly as the young girl thought about reaching for it.

"Tisk tisk, Ms. Bering." Helena clicking her cheek as she sat back. "A Quid Pro Quo?" Myka sitting quickly, trying not to reveal the shaking of her knees and her legs giving out at that smile that was more glorious than the rays of a thousand supernovas. 'Really, Ditz?' Myka chastising herself as she looked down at the books she was digging out.

"You really do not need my tutoring, do you?" Myka's hand stilling on the French lit book she had just pulled out of her book bag.

"And what deduction drew you to that conclusion?" Helena placing her pocket watch down on the smooth tiles of the table, crossing her arms as she leaned back. Not daring to hide the slow, lingering look she bathed upon this girl.

"Don't know really, gut instinct or the fact that you are on the honor roll? The jury is still out." Myka then clamping her hand over her mouth, green eyes wide at her forwardness.

"My Grandfather," Helena blurting out, her panic rising as she watched the young woman scramble to shove her books back in her bag, stopping in her tracks at her words.

"It was my Grandfather's pocket watch, a gift he bestowed me a few years back before his passing," Helena shrugged, reaching for it as her heart fell. "He used to say to me, 'Carpe Diem, Georgie'. Helena turning her head, Myka following suit as they watched a Monarch butterfly dance over the planted blooms near them.

"Milkweeds," Myka whispered as her lips turned up to a small smile.

"Pardon?" Helena asked as she turned back to study this young woman seated in front of her.

"My grandad showed me how to plant different blooms to attract certain species of butterflies. He came to visit one day, me jailed in my room for dropping an old book while I was trying to shelf it in our bookstore."

Helena reached across the table, gently rubbing her thumb over gripped, white knuckles as Myka went on, lost in thought of the past memories. "Me, as usual, being a klutz and not male, pissed dad off enough to send me to my room. The only sound that drowned out his rants to mom was the soft thumps of a Monarch hitting my bedroom window."

"Myka, I am so …" Helena started to say in her softest tone.

"No, don't, Helena." Myka wiping harshly with the heel of her hand at her stained cheeks, then shaking her head to rid herself of those thoughts. "Grandad came to my room, telling some old, lame joke, and then pointing to the butterfly, saying it was a blessing being bestowed on a good heart. Later that day, he dragged me out to the small garden mom had going, him and I planting some new milkweeds"

Helena sat back, her smile soft as she spoke, "Thank you for sharing that with me."

Myka was staring over Helena's shoulder, a cross, grim look then softening as Helena started to shift up in her seat.

"Friday," Myka whispered as she set her fingers over Helena's, stilling the older girl from pulling back.

"Friday?" Helena cocking her head as she held Myka's hand firm.

"My birthday, needless to say my family, well, my Dad does not … anyhoo, it's a day I avoid." Myka crossing her arms, turning her head as she tried to hide the tears falling down her cheek. "Not named Bering AND Son for a reason," Myka sniffing harshly as she raked her hand across her cheek. "No birthday talk in my family," giving a sad smile as she flipped her backpack over her shoulder. "See you at church," Myka waving over her shoulder as she started to walk down the quad path. Helena quickly gathered her things, cursing as the faint silhouette faded down the grass path.

"Myka, wait!" Helena rushed her breath, stopping as she watched the tall beauty get into the ragged, primer coated jeep. "Myka, will you please wait!" Helena shouted as she jumped into the passenger seat, her hand going warm at the grip she had on Myka's forearm that was gripping the gear shift.

"What?" Myka whispered, her head bowed, refusing to look at the cause of the warmth on her arm.

"I am in need of transportation back home," the first thing popping in Helena's head as she tossed her book bag between her legs. Her grabbing at the seat belt, buckling herself in.

"What?" Helena asked with a faux frown, watching the slow spread of bee-stung lips spreading into a semblance of a smile.

"So, where to, Wells?" Myka starting to grin as she clutched her jeep into first.

"The drive-in, 700 pm Friday night," Helena saying as she double clicked her seat belt. "What?" her eyes sparkling as Myka grinned at her.

"A date, for my birthday?" Helena's head jerking a bit from the pop to second gear.

"Yes, and do not be late picking me up," Helena grimaced, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the dashboard. Pointing which streets to turn as Myka raced down the road.

"Do you wish to kill the team captain?" Helena squeaked as Myka slammed on her brakes at Helena's driveway.

"And who would pay for the movie? And, by the way, popcorn is on me." Myka saying as she pulled the parking brake.

"Nonsense, Darling, the night is on me," Helena was saying as she jumped out of the jeep, her lips catching the corner of Myka's cheek as she reached in for her bag.

Her winking as she shut the door on wide, green eyes. Her hips sashaying a bit as she walked up her drive.

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Helena headed to her bed after racing up the stairs, ignoring her brother's taunts, waving over her shoulder to her father as she got ready to shut her door.

"Helena George Wells?" the voice stopping her dead in her tracks, catching her door before it slammed shut. "Have you forgotten your upbringing?" her mum tapping her foot with her arms crossed, sternly looking at her youngest.

"And what of that … thing spitting out a cloud of smog" her Mum turning to point out the window, both watching the rear lights fade down the road from Myka's jeep.

"Mum, I need a reprieve from Friday night dishwashing," Helena said as she turned to her bed, tossing her backpack on her desk as she dove, back first onto her bed.

"And why is that?" her Mum hiding her smirk as she tried to look cross, chastising her eldest son as he whined about dish duty while walking past Helena's bedroom.

"She said yes to a date," Helena beamed, huffing a bit as she wrestled with her boots.

"This Micha girl you are so enamored with?" the elder Wells placing the tossed boots into the closet.

"M Y K A, mum. Myka Bering," Helena gushed as she gathered her oversized, flannel PJ's in her arms. "And Friday is her birthday," Helena said over her shoulder as she marched into her bathroom. "I think her parents own that quaint book story down on Main Street," Helena was saying, her voice filtering through the crack in the door as her Mum folded her clothes.

"Oh, the one owned by that nice family." the elder Wells was saying, "Had a nice chat with her Mum about orchids and she introduced me to her daughter, very helpful that one." the elder Wells smiling as she waited, head bent as she matched and folded her youngest socks, taking care to separate the sport from everyday wear.

"You spoke to Myka?" Helena rushing out of the bathroom door, her long, oversized flannel PJ shirt half buttoned, her long pant legs yet to be rolled up. Her mother chuckling more to herself as her daughter peered around the door of the loo, the toothbrush clenching in her jaw, a small trace of toothpaste running down the side of her lip.

"You spoke to them?!" Mahogany eyes wide, filled with fluster as to spit and rinse or continue brushing.

"I can understand the attraction, Erudite with a virtual library at her fingertips" her mum's eyes downcast as she rearranged the sport socks in her top draw. "Her eyes are quite enchanting, no doubt inherited from her mother," Helena now racing to floss and spit out as she tried to cut her mum's words as she came back into her bedroom, starting to help her mum with making her bed.

"Statuette, definitely from the male side of the family, but as of yet, I have not met her father." Helena flapping and beating the flowing cotton sheets as her mum changed her bedding, frustration at the slow fall of said sheets as she raced to respond to her mum.

"You are contemplating a family dinner with them, aren't you?" Helena trying to repress the screaming panic clawing its way up in her throat. "For Christ's sake, Mum, we are just going to a movie this weekend, that's all." Helena huffed, frustration setting in as the cotton pillowcases fought her tooth and nail to slide over her pillows.

"My darling girl," the eldest Wells said as she moved to the other side of the bed, her fingers gripping lightly as her youngest tried to turn. "This promotion for your father was a blessing in one aspect." Helena relaxing her jaw cradled in her Mum's hand. "But certain areas of this rebellious country, how should I say it?" her hands gripping her youngest as she set her down on the crisp, new bedding, "Are still set in their forefathers Puritan ways." she sighed.

"In other words, of all the states in all this country, we had to homestead in the most puritanical, conservative one?" Helena sighed.

"But the monetary almost outweighs the other drawbacks," the elder Wells smiled weakly.

"So you are against this because of some backwater hick, Puritan mentality?" Helena fumed as she jumped; her back turned as she thumbed through her clothes, thinking of the date to come.

"Stop behaving as a brat, Helena George," the elder Wells sighing as she sat her daughter back on the newly laundered duvet.

"In all honesty," Helena then leaning back to rest her weight on her arms, watching her mum pace her room. "I am more concerned for your health and welfare while in the clutches of that death trap your girlfriend operates." the truth finally coming out.

"She is not my girlfriend, at least not yet,"

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"Did she really say death trap?" both their heads snapping as Myka yanked on the parking brake in front of the 'Stop'N Go' just down the street from the drive in. "Come on, Wells. In the immortal words of Pete, 'snacks be needed' or something like that," Myka grinned.

"Something new, like some dumb syfy thing, or …" Myka was saying as she turned to the shortest line in the drive-in as she read the titles on the billboard of the drive-in. Helena's eyes widening when she spotted the marquee.

" 'Ship of Fools', "Helena almost cooing as she read the stars name, 'Vivien Leigh!' she almost squeaked. "How can I pass up a Kramer film, please?" Myka blushing as she pulled up to the ticket both, the older man giving a greasy smile as he looked over, watching Helena's hand gripping Myka's thigh.

"Thanks," Myka responded as he handed the change back to Helena, his fatty arm brushing over Myka's chest. "Prev," Myka gritted as she drove to the last, small screen in the movie lot at the back of the complex. Helena had not noticed, too occupied with arranging the drinks and snacks they had in the back seat of Myka's jeep.

Her head snapping up as Myka backed into the last row of the small lot, "What the hell?" Helena whispered, thinking out loud as to how they would watch the movie.

"Trust me," was all Myka said as she parked the jeep, motioning for Helena to get out. "Watch and learn," Myka grinned, bumping Helena away from the jeep with her hip as she reached inside.

Helena scoffed to herself, arms crossed as she watched the lanky girl crawl into the jeep, Helena's eyes becoming transfixed on the girl's backside as she rearranged the pillows and throw blankets after setting the seats all the way down.

Helena's blooming thoughts as to what she wanted to do to that glorious rear of Myka's was cut short by the intro music of the movie, "Myka!" she staged whispered as she contemplated which part of Myka's faded blue jeans she should tug on.

"There," Myka's smile falling a bit as she caught Helena's hand reaching for the rear pocket of her jeans as the older girl tugged them both.

"Aces!" Helena piped up, distracting Myka enough to show how to enter the old jeep, "Just like a fold away bed, you here," Myka pointed, helping Helena settle on the folded back seat with a quilt thrown over.

"Hold on," Myka said, Helena whipping her head as she watched Myka race for the door, settling herself on the back seats.

"Chip?" Myka asked innocently as she leaned against Helena's prone body, shoulders touching just a hair as Myka turned the sound up for the movie on her radio.

"Comfy?" she grinned as she handed a bag of salt and vinegar crisps to Helena, then popping open the soda.

"To a great birthday," Myka toasted with her can of pop. clinking against the can in Helena's hand.

Myka would smile and shake her head every time a scene with Vivien would come on the big screen. She could not help but roll away a bit from the young Brit, trying her best to control her sigh at the star-struck fan. Myka finally rolled on her back, opening the flask of whiskey Amanda snuck her, shaking her bottle of Dr Pepper.

"And you planned on sharing this, when?" Helena raising an eyebrow, secretly glad she could tone down her love for the British actress, more her mum's fav then her own.

"A toast is in order," Helena saying as she gently took the flask away," Mind you, you still have to drive us home," quirking an eyebrow as she hoisted the silver flask to her lips. "To the smartest, most beautiful woman on the face of this earth."

Myka blushed as their fingers stilled together around the flask, "May I?" Helena whispered as she leaned in, her fingers entwined with Myka's, pulling away the only barrier left between them.

"Please?" Myka's voice hesitant, only to be stilled by the sweet press of soft lips on hers. Helena leaned over, nuzzling next to Myka's side as she slipped her leg over the young girl's thigh, pressing her knee against the inseam of Myka's pants as her lips pressed, opening to allow her tongue to caress Myka's bottom lip.

"I've never," was whispered with lips against Helena's, a small moan escaping her throat. Enough of consent for Helena to roll more on top, her fingers pulling the white T that was tucked under Myka's leather belt.

Teeth nipping at the pale, silken skin as Helena followed the trail down Myka's throat, her hips starting a gentle buck that pushed with a glorious rhythm against Myka's inseam of her jeans.

Myka threw her head back, turning languidly to the right, gripping Helena's tight, jean clad rear as she rolled the older girl more on top of her, her head spinning when Helena lovingly gripped Myka's tongue with her lips, letting it gently slid between her teeth for a distraction as her fingers danced under Myka's white tank.

Tap Tap Tap

The rapping causing both women to jerk up, Myka yanking her white top down as Helena gently removed Myka's fingers from the inside rear of her jeans.

"Casa De Amour is two blocks down the street," The voice becoming less muted as Myka rolled down the window after her desperate attempt at wiping at the fogged windows.

"Officer?" Myka gulping, eyes blinking as the flashlight was blinding in her face.

"Hey there, aren't you the little girl of that Charlie guy that comes here all the time?" Helena giving an embarrassing smile to Myka as she leaned over, grateful the torch was now not blinding them both.

"Yes, 'Charles' is my old half," Myka leaning as far back as she could to allow Helena to speak.

"Officer Smith, is it?" Helena was asking as she got out, helping Myka set the seats back up.

"You can call me Dwayne," the man grinning as he watched the two girls straighten up the jeep.

"You 18 yet?" him clamping his hands on the big belt buckle around his waist, a flash of gold teeth all but chased both girls to swallow back the bile at the back of their throats.

"What about your tall drink of water here?" now shining his flashlight slowly up Myka's legs. Myka gulped and then felt the strong push on her chest as Helena moved in front of her and pushing her back at the same time.

"Tell me, Dwayne?" Helena giving a false coo as she played at the Snap-On-tie on the deputy's shirt.

"I'm listening, sweet cheeks," his eyes glancing over Helena's shoulder, ogling Myka's legs.

"My girl here just turned 16, so if you want me to snap a pic and repost it all over Instagram as ' the deputy and jail bait' Helena whispering in his ear, Myka watching his huge Adams apple bouncing with each swallow. "Then I suggest you find some collage meth heads to arrest." Helena pulling back with a harsh smirk.

"Myka? Is the jeep ready?" Myka just nodding as Helena rounded the jeep. "See you at your wife's baby shower," Helena waving her fingers to the deputy as she got into the jeep.

"Holy shit Helena," Myka was huffing as she started it up.

"Just drive," Helena said in a flat tone.

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"I don't know what to say," Myka's head down as she put the jeep in neutral as they sat at the edge of Helena's driveway.

"No words needed," Helena whispered as she leaned over, gripping Myka's cheeks, cradling her face in her hands.

"Did you enjoy some part of your birthday?" Helena leaning closer, her lips stilling just before Myka's.

"Will tell you in a minute," Myka's words ragged as she pulled Helena flush, savoring the unique taste, the softness of Helena's lips.

"I've never felt this way," Myka was flush as she pulled away, Helena letting a soft whimper escape from those full lips.

"A proper date, then?" Helena was saying, her breath moist against Myka's neck.

"Pizza without the team?" Myka joshed as she ran her forefinger at the edge of Helena's blouse, settling on the third button that was open.

"My Love," Helena whispered across the knuckles she brought to her lips. "The school is purposing a weekend getaway to DC. Have your parents sign the slip and I will take care of the rest. My family has a cabin in the woods north of there." Helena was saying.

"Can't," Myka shaking her head as she leaned back. "Dad would have to meet your family before he would give his okay and hell might as well freeze over before he says yes." Myka sighed.

"People in hell asking for ice water would be better off,"