I'm on spring break now so hopefully I can get a good chunk of the story written this week and try to update regularly! Sorry this chapter took a little longer. You guys were very concerned about Pete. Don't worry, he's fine! Anyway, here's a bit of filler fluff for you. Feedback is always appreciated!

Chapter six: Getting along

Morning sunlight shone through the open window, waking Myka and forcing her eyes open. She squinted and blinked a few times, eyes adjusting. She noticed that Helena was still asleep, head almost resting on her chest, and breathing on her neck. Helena was practically curled up into her side, and one of her arms was draped over the smaller woman.

Myka smiled. She had no idea how this happened because they were at least a foot further apart before falling asleep, but she wasn't going to complain because this was the first time she slept through the night since San Francisco, and waking up like this was actually kind of nice. Not that she would mention that to Helena. But maybe now that they were getting along, they would wake up like this more often. What are you thinking, Myka? She mentally scolded herself and shook the thought out of her head.

The small movement made Helena stir from her slumber. Her head twitched a little, and she made soft moaning sounds to say that she didn't want to wake up yet, and Myka thought it was rather cute. Helena's eyes slowly fluttered open, and Myka quickly shut her eyes and pretended to still be asleep, because if she was awake then she should have probably removed her arm from draping over Helena already.

Myka waited until Helena started to move again, slowly trying to scoot away from the close proximity, before pretending to wake up. She yawned and stretched, lifting her arm from Helena's side finally. "Good morning," she muttered.

"Hm? Morning…" Helena replied sleepily.

"Sleep well?" Myka asked.

"Surprisingly, yes," Helena said. "I can't remember the last time I slept through the night."

"Me either. It was nice." Myka smiled. She wasn't just referring to the full night of sleep being nice, but also to the intimate position in which they woke up. Although she wasn't sure if she wanted Helena to know that. Whether or not Helena picked up on what she implied Myka would never know, because the moment was interrupted by Helena's stomach growling very loudly.

Helena blushed and then sat upright, and Myka followed suit. "Sorry, I haven't eaten in a while."

"Don't apologize," Myka said. "We really need to find Pete though. Why we left him in charge of our main food supply, I have no idea."

"Would you rather have him in charge of ammunition?" Helena asked.

Myka's eyes widened and she reached for her backpack, where all the ammunition was held, and clutched it protectively. "No!" Helena smiled, amused. Then, Myka's stomach growled. It was her turn to blush. "Yeah, let's pack up and go find Pete."

They didn't really have much to pack up; all they had to do was roll up their sleeping bags and reattach them to their backpacks. They were out the front door within a few minutes. But when they walked out the door, they found Pete across the street, sitting in front of a fire.

"Hey Myka! HG!" Pete waved.

Myka and Helena exchanged glances, then looked back to where Pete was sitting. "Pete?" Helena said cautiously. Myka, however, was more blunt.

"Pete, what the hell?!" She stormed over looking like she was about ready to take a flaming piece of wood and smack him over the head with it.

"What?" Pete asked, innocently. "I've got food for you guys!" He grinned and held out some food in his hand. "Dried turkey, your favorite!" Myka kept the death glare plastered on her face.

"Pete, we were looking for you for hours," Helena said. "Where have you been?"

"Well," Pete began, "I wanted to give you guys some space to talk, so I followed you to make sure you couldn't find me. When you guys went to bed without a shouting match happening, I figured it was cool to come back. And I thought you might be getting hungry. When I stormed off I kinda forgot I had all the food. Sorry."

Pete held out the piece of turkey that Myka refused to take and offered it to Helena. She looked at Myka, who quirked a questioning eyebrow. Helena shrugged in response. Myka's expression softened a bit, and she nodded. Then Helena graciously accepted the piece of turkey.

"Whoa, wait, I've only been gone like twelve hours and you already have your own secret language? Not fair!" Pete pouted. He took another piece of turkey for himself.

"Hey," Myka said, "You're the one who left us." Then she snatched the turkey out of Pete's hand before he could take a bite.

"Hey!" Pete tried to grab it back, but Myka stuffed it in her mouth, eliciting laughter from Helena. Myka winked at her.

The three of them sat down by the fire and shared breakfast, and pleasant conversation. Pete also broke out a can of preserved peaches and they passed it around, snacking on the delicious fruit, occasionally flicking juice at each other, laughing. And for a while, they forgot about the constantly looming threat of possibly dying that day.

When the conversation paused for a moment, Pete said, "So, what changed in one night to make you thick as thieves now?"

"Honestly, we're just pretending to get along because we were so hungry," Helena joked.

"Yes, I actually still hate her," Myka said, playing along.

"You hated me?" Helena asked, with mock fear.

Myka's eyes widened and she quickly jumped to defend herself. "No, I didn't hate you! I was just saying—we were…"

"Darling, I'm kidding." Helena smirked. Myka blushed, again, and looked down at her lap, smiling.

Pete stood up, looking down the street. "Hey guys, sorry to break up the party, but we got a couple zombies coming this way."

Myka and Helena turned around to see that there were indeed a couple of zombies trudging down the street directly towards them. "Let's go then!" Myka said, pulling out her dagger and jumping to her feet. She began walking down the street toward the zombies. Helena unsheathed her sword and was right behind her. Then Pete ran after them.

"I got the one on the left," Myka said. Helena nodded and started moving more to the right to attack the other one.

Myka reached her zombie first. It tried clawing at her with its rotting hands. She pushed them out of the way with her arm, then quickly rammed her dagger into its head through its eye socket. Myka watched as it fell to the ground, dead again as it should be. She looked up again just in time to see Helena swing her sword down on the top of her zombie's head, cracking it's skull open and cutting through almost half of its entire head. This one toppled over, also dead.

"Nice!" Myka complimented.

"You too!" Helena said.

"Great job guys," Pete said, once he caught up. "Leave one for me next time?"

"You'll have to beat me to it," Myka said. Helena grinned, amused.

"You know," Pete said," I'm really glad you guys are getting along now."

Myka smiled and turned her head to find Helena already looking at her. Helena was giving her the same look she did last night, the sincere look that made her feel safe. And despite the fact that they had just killed a few zombies and that she had gross zombie blood all over her and that any one of them could have possibly died just now if someone had messed up, Myka did feel safe.

"Me too." They gazed at each other for a few more seconds before Myka turned away, blushing. "Now if I remember correctly, there were still a few more peach slices left in that can…" She sprinted back to the fire, getting a few seconds head start on Pete and Helena before they realized precious fruit was at stake and chased after her.