Disclaimer: I still don't own any part of Warehouse 13 and honestly, I really don't want to. It's much more fun to play with the toys and put them back to play with later.

A/N: Thanks to all comments and reviews. Always appreciated and considered. Keep crying, keep laughing. Without one, you can't have the other.

Vanessa looked up from the paperwork on her desk, inconspicuously checking on the woman sitting on her sofa, trying aimlessly to occupy her mind with a book. "Myka, she's fine. It shouldn't be much longer. Last time I checked she was recovering well. The Regents are unfortunately being a bit overly protective of their assets."

"Assets." She softly laughed, bitterly. "Interesting choice of words," Myka mumbled.

"I think I know how you feel. They've taken over something that is, by all rights in a normal world, entirely yours. Unfortunately, we don't live in that normal world. As far as I know the only thing to have caused them any concern is her mumbling something about blue and red journals." Myka chuckled at that. "Must be a good story in there somewhere."

Myka laughed. "You have no idea."

"I think I might just. Oh, and the first word out of her mouth was, 'Pete'".

Myka jerked her head up to see the older woman smiling. "I'm joking. You need another laugh. She asked for you right off, of course. I promise. And, if they don't get you in there soon, she might get a little feistier than we want. So let me put a little pressure on them. I'll be right back."

"Dr. Calder, Vanessa?"

She stopped at the door. "Yes, Myka?"

"Thanks for bringing me to your office. Pete can get a little overbearing sometimes. I'm not sure who is more protective sometimes; her or him."

She nodded her head."You know the answer to that and God help anyone that stands in her way. He loves you, too. I imagine it's quite the juggling act sometimes with those two. I thought you could use the space. I'm just doing paperwork. It's easier to track you down, too."

The phone on the desk rang, just as she was opening the door.

Putting the phone down, she looked at Myka's anxious face and smiled. "Well, let's go. We've got the go ahead. The Regents will probably hover, just to warn you. They don't seem to understand that this is really unnecessary. Once you're there, she's just going to sleep."

"Here we are. We even have a special room."

Myka slowly entered the room, getting her bearings in the dim light. The two Regents sat on opposite sides of the room, Helena in the middle, looking small in the bed. Myka let out a huge sigh of relief, not able to move towards the bed yet.

Eyes closed, a scratchy, dry voice came from the bed. "I can feel you staring." Helena turned her head with a small, tired smile.

Myka sat in the chair, kissing the small hand, grasping it firmly in her own, smiling back at the tired face. "I know you can."

"How do know?"

"I just do," she said starting to tear.

"Darling, I'm not going anywhere. If you could just loosen the hand a bit?" Myka eased up, not letting go. "Ah, much better."

"How do you feel?"

"What an absurd question. Miserable, of course." She gave Myka's hand a feeble squeeze. "I'm fine. In quite a bit of pain, but I've been given something for that. A bit fuzzy. It is finally easing some." Her voice started to fade. "Tired."

"Well, you look like Hell." Myka laughed, stroking her head.

"You know that will put me to sleep…" she whined.

"I know. That's kinda the point. You need it. You're whining."

"Then I best get some beauty sleep. I wouldn't want Pete to stop calling me your stud muffin. One less threat to hold over him. I do have a reputation you know."

"I don't think it is one you necessarily want to advertise."

"You are probably right. You will be here when I wake up?" Helena had already closed her eyes.

"They couldn't drag me away without a fight." She started to stroke her cheeks as she drifted off.

"Hmm…I'll be sure to wake up for that. I bet you'd win…" She faded off to sleep.

"Go to sleep, sweetie." She kissed her forehead. "We've got a long twelve weeks ahead of us."

Dr. Calder poked her head in. "Everything okay, Myka?"

A relieved face turned to the doctor. "Yeah. When do we get to leave?"

"I'm working on that." Vanessa looked at both Regents in the room, handing Myka a bag. "Artie stopped by with some soup for you. He didn't think you'd had anything to eat all day."

"Now that you mention it..." Myka opened the container inhaling the heavenly aromas coming from his special leek soup before diving into it.

Myka stood back laughing at the scene, curious who was going to win the battle; Steve, Pete, or Helena.

"Man, HG, what did they do, add weights to that cast?" Pete complained.

"I can manage quite well on my own, thank you. I do have crutches you know," she sputtered.

"No way. We aren't taking any chances," Pete was adamant.

"Exactly how is throwing me around like a sack of potatoes less traumatic?" she griped.

"Uh, Pete, maybe I should take it from here? I think we need the better man," Steve interrupted taking HG out of Pete's arms into his. "You can play doorman." Steve gave Pete a small smile of victory.

"Hey, that is so not fair. You look way better in the uniform."

"Myka, would you get me away from these buffoons before they drop me! Do I need to tell you what happened to the last two gentlemen that fought for my affections? It involved pistols."

"Helena, just let them get you in the door. Then it's just me," Myka called from a safe distance.

"Oh, well in that case. Bedroom?"

"As much as I want to say otherwise, yes." Myka gave up. "But you are going there to rest. Claudia is anxious to see you." Artie joined Myka watching the shenanigans.

"I always said you were all a bunch of lunatics. She had a good night then?"

"Yes. Couldn't wait to get out and most of the staff remained unharmed. I think it was more of a courtesy to Dr. Calder."

"That's always a good thing. You look like crap." Artie looked her up and down.

"Well, Artie, it's been a long couple of nights, and I don't think I actually slept last night. Sleeping in a chair will do that to a person. It was unnerving with the Regents there all the time. I can't say I'm not happy to see them gone."

In an unexpected display of affection he gave her a one-armed hug. He released her, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I stocked your fridge so you should be set for some meals. If you need anything, you know where we are, and I mean all of us. You'd better get in there before those two drop her down the stairs. I think I already hear some commotion."

Myka shook her head on her way in.

"No, the RIGHT side is my side. Not the left, the right. That is why the word 'correct' was invented so as not to confuse directional references."

"Okay, geez. Some things I really don't need to know about your sleeping habits. God knows we already know more than we all want."

Steve laughed at Pete's summation. "I don't think those qualify as sleeping."

Myka trotted up the stairs chuckling. "Thanks guys, but I'd leave if I were you. Now."

"Yeah." They both gave her a hug before running as fast as they could.

Myka lay down on the bed expelling all the air in her lungs, happy to have everything settled for the moment. She rolled to her side facing her patient. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. I need some more pain meds, but happy to be home. Those two are funny together." She chuckled. "What a scene that must have been. You look tired. You should sleep."

"Hmmm." Myka closed her eyes. "I will as soon as I get you settled." She opened her eyes, eager to see the brown eyes looking back. "I think you got more sleep than I did. I'll be right back. Need anything else besides pain meds?"

"No, just you." Myka went to the bathroom for the meds and a glass of water, changing into a tank and boxer shorts at the same time.

Helena took the pills before Myka crawled in next to her. "I do hope they leave us alone for awhile."

"Claudia is anxious to see you, but she'll text you first." Myka snuggled up close to Helena's side, draping a protective arm over her, already half asleep. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm really tired. Wake me if you need anything."

Helena was wide awake after a brief nap, Myka still sound asleep next to her in the same place she fell asleep in. Claudia was on her way over. Nothing was going to wake Myka now.

Creeping up the stairs, she peeked over the half wall. "I can come back another time."

"It's fine Claudia, she's in another world right now and as you can see I am quiet whole."

"Yeah, well, you know how it is. Just worried. I brought your journals back. You didn't have to share them with me. They were, uh, a little…"

"Revealing?"

"Uh, yeah. We don't have to talk now. I don't think there's much to talk about."

"Why not? It's on your mind now, correct? If you'd rather some other time that's fine, Claudia."

"Well, you know…" She gestured towards the sleeping body curled up into her.

"Ah. Sound asleep. Claudia, remember that the person in those journals is not necessarily the person I am now. I was stuck in an outwardly repressed society in which I did not belong. I was promiscuous, as you asked, but only for what I could gain for myself. I won't say that I do not enjoy my sexuality and as you have read, I have expressed that in many ways. However, I have a different outlook now. I have someone that I love very much in which to share myself with, and that makes all the difference in the world."

"After you were debronzed did you…well…"

"No, Claudia. No one. Myka has been the only one for me. I've always known that and no, I don't know how. I stopped trying to figure it out. She is the fundamental difference between that person in the journals and the one here. Perhaps I am too free with sexual innuendos and references from the past and the present. It's part of my rebellious nature I suppose. I've always gone at least one step too far. But, be assured I do not group Myka in with the other associations in my past. She has and always will remain unique to me."

"So everything you did in those journals …"

"Oh, yes. One does not have so many lovers without becoming rather skilled in the art, and I've always been of a curious nature, hence somewhat experimental. Things are much different now. This is not meant to embarrass you, darling. It is merely a fact. You would eventually have been made aware of my past from other sources. I lent you those journals because I wanted you to hear it from me, openly and honestly with my permission, not from another."

"And Myka knows?"

"Claudia, Myka knows me better than anyone. She has read all of my journals. I would not enter this relationship honestly without her having that knowledge. I will not chance losing her because of my past." Helena smiled at the young woman. "Too much knowledge to digest?"

Claudia nodded. "Maybe, but I understand what a big thing it was for you to share it. I'll never say anything."

"I know. That is why I allowed you to read them. It's a great deal of intimate knowledge to have of someone. And, yes, Myka knows you have read them as well. As uncomfortable as she may be, she also understands your need to understand and my reasons for sharing. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm glad your back. And I'm glad I know the new you." She wrapped her arms around Helena's neck in a surprise hug. "I'll see you later?"

"Of course. You know you'll be on babysitting duty. Digest. I'll always be honest with you."

"Okay."

After Claudia shut the door, Helena leaned towards Myka. "And just how much of that did you really hear?"

"I think you already know."

"Yes. From around the word 'revealing' I believe." She sunk down in the bed, flinching as she moved closer to Myka. "I will be so happy when I can hold you and not be in pain."

"Me, too." Myka wrapped Helena's arm around her as best possible falling back to sleep.

"Claudia!"

The redhead looked over the banister. "Yeah. What's up Myka?"

"We've got a ping. Pete and I are off in like ten minutes. Artie needs you at the warehouse, and I need a big favor."

The redhead bounced down the stairs. "What'd ya need?"

"It's the first time away from Helena, so can you keep a close eye on her? She's been having a few more nightmares lately and you're the only one that's really gone through them with me, and I know you've been there when I was gone. She trusts you. It hasn't been any worse than normal, but I don't want her to bang that ankle either." Despite her words, she was a little concerned.

"Yeah, sure, Mykes. Want me to stay over there?"

"If she'll let you, but she's getting more stubborn as she makes progress. It's probably nothing, just the normal periodic wave and they'll pass." She threw her bag over her shoulder.

"Come on, Mykes, we gotta go!" Pete called impatiently.

"I got it, Myka. Don't worry," Claudia reassured her. "Been there before."

"Thanks. I'm coming Pete, don't get your pink panties in a twist!"

Claudia sat straight up at the sound coming through the open window. "Damn it!" She ran out the room, barefoot. "Steve…"

"Already there." He came bounding out of his room chasing her down the stairs.

Claudia caught sight of him as they started through the kitchen. "Are you sleeping fully clothed now?"

"Ouch… damned chair. I am now. What is this night four? I thought you said you were staying over there tonight?"

"She wouldn't let me. And she's pretty convincing with crutches in her hands." The back door slammed behind them. The screams still emanated from the building out back. "She promised not to lock the door, not like that's ever been a problem in the past." The door gave way immediately.

"HG?" They both took the stairs two at a time. "Damn it. Steve, you grab her. I can get the leg."

"HG? Come on wake up…Helena!"

The screaming stopped, but the thrashing continued. "I've got her, Claud," Steve said calmly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, holding her arms to her sides.

Claudia grabbed her head forcing her to look at her. "Helena come on, wake up!" Everything stopped. Helena was staring straight through her still at some unknown evil, eyes fixed beyond any known point, tears now rivulets draining into an unknown abyss. As reality came back, she burst into near hysterics falling forward onto Claudia's shoulder out of Steve's grasp.

"Where's Myka?" she choked out. Steve had gone to get a wet cloth to wash her face with, leaving Claudia rocking the woman in her arms.

"She's out with Pete, remember? They're somewhere in the Adirondacks searching for some lumberjack axe."

Steve came back with the cloth, handing it to Claudia. Sitting behind HG, he wrapped his arms around her and she fell back against him fatigued.

"Here, let me wash your face." Claudia gently held the cloth against the woman's burning face, washing the tears away. She looked at Steve. "Dude, they're getting worse. We need to get Myka back."

"I know. I already packed my bag. I'm going to go tell Artie to send me out so we can get her back. Did she say how bad the nightmares had been before she left?"

"All she said was that they seemed to be the normal periodic wave she goes through, but nothing worse than usual and keep an eye on her. This is way worse than usual and every night. I've dealt with really bad before, but nothing like this. Myka would never have left her like this or if she thought it was an issue. The worst part is she doesn't remember anything about them."

Steve took the cloth from Claudia, going to the linen closet and pulling out fresh sheets. "Same deal as last night?"

"Yeah. Hey, HG, how ya doing? Do you remember anything?"

"No. Nothing," she strangled out. "I'm sorry." She looked into their eyes, shaking her head.

"It's okay. No need to be sorry about something you can't control. Come on, we 're really thankful for them, but you need new jam jams. Steve and I can take care of the sheets." Claudia rummaged through Myka's drawers, realizing by now Helena had almost nothing in that department for clothing and she'd be doing a load of laundry in the morning. "How's the ankle? Can you make it okay?"

"It's fine. I can manage," she muttered on her way to the bathroom, Claudia in tow with the clean clothes.

Claudia picked up her phone while Steve finished changing the sheets. "I'll be right back. Are you okay with her?"

"Yeah. You calling Myka?"

"Yeah, but this is way out of our league. We need to call Dr. Calder, too. I'll go fix her some warm milk. She seems to like it."

Claudia came back with the milk, spiked with her favorite cognac. "Here's some warm milk. I made it OUR way, not Myka's." Helena managed a vague smile. "I'll fix that. If you can teach me how to make your tea, I can teach her how to make a proper cup of warm milk. You okay for now?"

"Honestly, Claudia, Steve, I'm fine now. You can go back to bed."

"I don't think so. I'm staying right here."

"Claudia…"

"Not an option, HG. Steve can go. I'll just walk him to the door."

He opened the door waiting for Claudia to step out. "So, this is the plan. Myka wanted to talk to HG, but thought it best not to. Artie's got a flight for you first thing this morning and Myka's catching the first available now. Pete's going to continue what he can safely and wait for you. Dr. Calder will meet Myka here. I'll stay with HG until Myka gets here. Phew. I need to be a booking agent."

"You want me to stay in the office?" Steve asked concerned. "What if she has another one?"

"Usually doesn't work that way with her. It's done and over. She just needs the comfort factor now, even if she won't admit it. Trust me, Steve. I've been through this a lot, with and without Myka. She'll just be self-conscious if you stay. If something changes I got you on dial #1. Go get some sleep. You've got an early flight."

Upstairs HG was already half asleep. Claudia shook her head. "Come on, HG, move over. Myka's right, you are a horrible little bed hog." Claudia took the woman's hand.

"Myka?"

"No, HG. She's on her way, though. I promise she'll be here as soon as we can get her here. Go to sleep."