A/N: Sorry for the late update, but this was pretty much the most I've struggled on a chapter and I'm sure you'll be able to see it while you read. I hope it's okay. It will get better as soon as I get the ball rolling with the introduction of our lovely characters.
Warning: A little smut towards the end and a little Bering-Wells trio awkwardness.
So I hope you enjoy and just have an open mind, the plot will get back on track soon I promise.
Leena came out of the library after her evaluation.
"How was it?" Claudia asked.
"It was really good. Just be as honest as you possibly can." Leena looked over at the table where Myka and Helena were sitting. "HG you're next."
Abigail sat in the library, sound proofing on and Steve Jinks sitting behind her on the wooden desk chair.
"So, Ms. Wells..."
"Mrs. Bering-Wells actually, but you can call me Helena." Her confidence radiated throughout the room. This would be a difficult nut to crack.
Abigail took her pen out and started writing something down.
"What are you writing?" Helena's confidence faltered slightly. Therapy has changed a bit since the last time she had sought out counseling after Christina's death. 'What's the point?' She thought. 'It didn't work then, why would it be different now?'
"Helena. Why don't you tell me about joining the warehouse."
"You mean, in this century or back in the 1800's?" Helena crossed her arms and settled into the sofa.
"What?" Abigail almost fell out of her seat, her papers sliding off her lap and scattering on the floor.
"Surely you've read my file? HG Wells, father of science fiction."
Abigail dropped the papers that she had just finished picking up, looking back at Steve who simply nodded; wide eyed and slack jawed. Helena noticed the small, silent exchange and couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of Mr. Jinks was exactly.
"If you're really HG Wells, how did you get here? You're time machine?" Abigail scoffed.
"No darling, but it wasn't for lack of trying. It is an impossibility to actually physically travel through time. My time machine worked a little differently than the one in my novel." She took a minute to relish the shocked expressions on the duo's faces. "I am here because in 1900 I was bronzed." This time the look on the others faces left Helena a bit bewildered. "Have they told you nothing before sending you in here?"
"Mrs. Fredric told us a little, but wanted us to learn the important things from all of you, personally. She said there were some things that would be..." Abigail searched for the right word.
"Crazy, insane, bonkers, nuts?" Helena offered.
"Fantastical." Abigail corrected her. "What do you mean bronzed?"
Helena took a breath and went on to tell them her story; being born in the 1800's and living her life as a woman in a mans world. She told them of her brother, her stories, her inventions and of course, her daughter and Paris; the obessive behavior she took on in finding a way to alter the past, her failure and the events that lead her to the bronzer. She laid it all out for them, leaving Abigail and Steve on the edge of their seats.
"Mr. Jinks you should take a breath." Helena noticed that the young man had been holding his breath for most of the story, while Abigail seemed intrigued and tense, but open minded and taking everything in. "Anything else?"
"So the death of your daughter drove you mad?"
"Absolutely not!" Had the sound proofing been off, everyone in the house would have heard Helena shouting.
"Lie!" Steve said from his chair, pointing his finger in the Brits direction.
"How would you know if I were lying?" Helena asked skeptically.
"It's kind of my thing." And now Helena knew what his purpose was and she didn't like this particular gift of his.
"Her death was the reason you tortured and killed those men."
"That was my old life, the old me." Helena's fists clenched at her side as she tried to supress the heat burning in her chest.
"But something could happen that might trigger the same rage?" Abigail pressed on.
"No!"
"Lie."
"Oh bloody hell, will you stop doing that!?" She put her head in her hands in an attempt to clear her mind.
"Something like New York?" Abigail was putting herself in the lion's den, but it was the only way she knew how to get answers.
Helena's head snapped up, her eyes grew cold as she remembered the events surrounding that artifact; the artifact that threatened to destroy everything she had built in this new world. She slowly stood and walked toward the door, whispering over her shoulder. "Believe me, if I were still the same person, that warehouse in New York would have been a blood bath. Nothing would have stopped me from killing that man, and anyone else who got in my way." She opened the door and saw Myka sitting in the other room, staring back at her.
"Ms. Wells, you can't leave just yet."
She looked apologetically at Myka then turned back to the occupants of the library. "Mrs. Bering-Wells! And I can go as I please." She closed the door forcefully, walked to Myka and kissed her lightly on her lips. "I need some fresh air."
"Want me to come with?" Myka asked, having seen that her wife's session didn't end well.
"No. I just need to go for a walk and clear my head. You're next anyway." She kissed her once more then started for the front door. "Myka?"
"Yeah?"
"The boy in there; Steve, he can tell when you're lying. Don't let them bully you darling."
"Yes maam." Myka did a mock salute as Helena would when given an order. She found it adorable and hoped that it would elicit the same feeling from her wife. Helena smiled softly, then walked out into the garden.
...
"Ms. Bering... Sorry Mrs. Bering-Wells." Abigail greeted Myka as she walked into the room.
"It's okay Ms. Cho, I'm not as crazy about the name thing as Helena is." Myka realized what she said. "I mean... not crazy, Helena's not crazy she's just... she likes the name combo thing so she won't let anyone call her Wells anymore, not even I can call her that. Unless I'm upset with her; not that I get upset with her often, but really I'm just making things awkward aren't I?"
Abigail nodded slowly and Myka rounded the couch and plopped herself down, using her hair to cover most of her face; a security blanket that she didn't know she used until Helena had pointed it out to her. She looked through the curtain of curls and saw Abigail jotting down some notes. Myka wasn't a stranger to Psych evals, after Sam died she had undergone a few sessions with a quack that wanted her head.
"So Myka, tell me about joining the warehouse."
"I was in the secret service and after a mission that I was on with Pete; god I really didn't like him back then, after that mission I had been told I was reassigned and I ended up here. I fought it at first, and everyone knew how much I didn't want to be here..."
"And now?"
"I can't imagine being anywhere else, and I get to be here with my family. That's a bonus." Myka's face lit up thinking about her family, about Helena and Sarah. Abigail put pen to paper then, documenting Myka's reactions.
"I heard you had a hard time before you joined the warehouse."
"Is that a question?" Myka folded her arms over her chest defensively.
"Tell me about it. If you feel comfortable doing so, that is."
Myka told them about growing up in the bookstore with her family. She talked about her love of books, Abigail would take notes on Myka's excitement. She talked about seeking her fathers approval, Abigail noted the sadness laced with anger that she saw on Myka's face. And she talked about Sam. Abigail nodded and took in what the woman was saying, trying to put this complex woman together. It was no surprise to Abigail that Myka and Helena ended up together, they were so similar; strong, beautiful, a little tortured. They fit.
"Do you think your past, feeling like you needed to prove something to someone, everything with Sam, do you think that has an effect on your work in the field?"
"No." Myka answered resolutely.
Abigail looked to Steve and he nodded with a slight shoulder shrug.
"Let me rephrase. Do you think all those things effect your work in the field with Helena?"
Myka paused, thinking about the question before answering. "No."
"Lie."
"Fine yes. It makes me a better agent. More profficient, safer, calmer." Myka said with a bite almost as sharp as Helena's.
"Still lying." Steve looked at Myka. "Sorry."
"Myka what happened in New York?" Abigail's pen was at the ready, even when hazel eyes met hers, cast with shadows and fear and hurt.
"Didn't they tell you already?"
"They told me, but from your perspective. What happened?"
"I don't know what you want from me Ms. Cho. You want me to tell you how I felt in New York? How I couldn't control anything I did; I could see myself doing everything and I could tell myself that it wasn't what I wanted, but I couldn't change my actions."
Abigail wrote without a glance at the woman in front of her.
"You want me to tell you that what happened in New York followed us home? It almost ripped a part my family and even all this time later, my family is still being threatened."
"Any details would be welcomed." Abigail smiled, but it was rehearsed; much like all of the regents actions.
"You're cold." Myka said quietly.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're cold, just like the rest of them. You don't understand what it is to need comfort and safety. You just care about getting your answers. That's why Helena left this room. You're clinical and hard."
"Myka, I'm doing it the way I was told to do it, by the regents."
"Screw the regents!" Myka stood up. "If you do it this way, you won't reach anyone! We're all just people, not test subjects, not experiments and not the regents property! You can't lock us in a room and expect us to freely offer up parts of ourselves without a little effort from the other side. The regents don't understand and that is why you were hired, because you don't either." She stormed out of the room, brushing past Pete and Claudia in the process.
Claudia immediately threw up her hands toward Pete. "Uh uh! I'm not going in there man. Good luck!" She pushed Pete toward the door and ran upstairs to her room.
"Claude!" Pete yelled after the red head just as the library door swung open. "Woah!" Pete jumped. "Hey there..."
"It's okay Mr. Lattimer." Abigail stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her. "Is it okay if I call you Pete?" Pete nodded, still a little afraid after seeing how HG and Myka left that room. "We're postponing the evaluations until I've had a chance to talk to Irene, so you can take a breath."
Pete didn't breathe until Abigail left the room, then he quickly followed Claudia's cue and ran upstairs to hide.
...
The sun was starting to set and Abigail walked outside into the garden, hoping she would stumble upon any of the warehouse family members. In the distance she could see Myka sitting against a large oak tree, Helena's head in her lap.
Their hands were clasped together on the smaller woman's stomach as Myka slid her fingers through Helena's hair with a tenderness and love that could only have developed through many trials and tribulations.
Abigail watched for a bit, observing the intimate moment between the two and feeling that there was so much more going on, so many important things that she's missed, more important than New York or the 1800's, or book stores and disapproving parents.
"Myka, Helena?" She bravely stood in front of the pair, her knees shaking slightly.
Myka was the first to speak. "I'm sorry about what I said in there..."
"Please Myka, let me go first?" Abigail asked and continued when Myka dipped her head in response. "I'm sorry I was cold. I was just doing my job and it's not who I am. I spoke with Irene and she has agreed to allow me to do this my way. I hope you'll both forgive me for how I handled things in there, I'd like to start over; no pens and notebooks, no prying questions. Everything I learn about you, I want you to offer willingly and in a more comfortable setting."
"Comfortable?" Helena sat up and leaned back against the tree next to Myka as Abigail lowered herself, sitting in front of them.
"Yes. Apparently, Pete and I will be getting a lot of doughnuts." She slowly started to loosen up and relax.
Myka couldn't help but chuckling. "You're gonna have to pace yourself."
"Claudia agreed to do this if we can conduct our conversations over email or text which should be fun."
"Actually, you'll find that she's a lot more open that way so it's probably for the best." Helena said quietly.
"I figured. I've made a compromise with everyone except for you two, so when you want to talk to me, just find me. Take your time, I'll be here when you're ready."
...
Helena and Myka got back to the B&B in time to eat dinner with everyone. Claudia had already formed an interesting bond with the human lie detector Steve, and Pete was attempting and failing to flirt with Abigail.
"Hey where's Sarah?" Claudia asked when the pair walked in.
"She's staying over at Ryleigh's house tonight, after everything, we thought it would be good for her to get out of the house and have some fun." Myka answered.
"But not to worry, she hasn't forgotten about us completely. She did call in and say goodnight and she loves everyone, and see you all tomorrow." Helena smiled, sitting as she recited Sarah's end of the conversation. "And I told her that you all love her and to stay safe; but then again, how much trouble can two young girls get into at a sleep over?"
Claudia covered her mouth to hide her grin. "I don't know HG, how much trouble would you and Myka get into if you had a sleep over at that age?"
Helena gripped Myka's hand as realization dawned on her.
"Helena, loosen the grip?" Myka kissed her on the cheek. "She'll be fine, don't listen to Claudia, Sarah is good. Besides, Ryleigh's mom is there and she's keeping an eye on them."
"Well, we manage to sneak around prying eyes and ears all the time love." Helena placed her hand dangerously close to Myka's crotch in order to prove her point. She scraped her nails up the inside of Myka's thigh against her jeans and heard her breath hitch as she shifted slightly.
Myka looked at Leena who was smiling at them knowingly, Claudia who avoided eye contact, then at Steve who was looking at Claudia.
"You get used to it." Claudia whispered to him. "Just don't make eye contact and you should be fine."
"Got it." He turned his head to the side, watching Pete stuffing his face with the dinner rolls. "And that?"
Claudia looked and saw the mess Pete was making. "You get used to that too. It's kind of a nut house."
"I'll say." Abigail scooted closer to Claudia and further from Pete. "But hey, we're all a little nuts aren't we?"
Claudia pulled her phone out and tapped away at the screen. Abigail's phone beeped a second later and she opened a text that read, 'Yup.'
"Really Claudia?"
'What was our deal?'
"Claudia this is crazy, what we talk about in our um... sessions is through text or email. We shouldn't have to do that when we're just talking normally." Abigail took the phone from Claudia's hand and set it down next to her. "Please, treat me like a human being and talk to me."
Claudia just stared at her, excused herself and left the room just as Artie got back from the warehouse.
"Where's she going?" He huffed, sitting at the table with everyone else.
Abigail sunk back into her seat uncomfortably.
"She's just a little frustrated with the therapy situation Artie and she needs some space." Helena said, pouring herself a cup of tea.
"Don't take it personally. She really wants to like you Abigail and she'll get there." Leena put the last dish on the table.
"Her aura?" Abigail asked, finding out that Leena could read aura's made her feel more comfortable knowing someone else had a knack for reading people, even better than she could.
"Yes, her aura. Plus, I know her and she can get a little childish, but that's just because she's grown up way too fast in life and sometimes that little kid side sneaks out. I promise she'll come around."
They spent the rest of dinner, eating with some light conversation just getting to know one another, Abigail and Steve immediately fell into a rhythm with the group, jelling in a way that made both new comers feel comfortable and welcomed. Then as the evening came to a close, everyone went off to their rooms or homes for some much needed rest.
...
The cottage door slammed shut as Myka pushed Helena into the house, attacking her neck and scratching along the hem of her shirt, desperate to rid her of it.
"Myka, you're in a mood tonight."
"You shouldn't have teased at the dinner table." Myka nipped at the swell of Helena's breast, causing her to whimper with need. "Also, we have the house to ourselves so we can do this anywhere we want." Myka gripped Helena's thighs and lifted her, plopping her onto the kitchen counter roughly as she returned her lips to the soft skin of Helena's chest and up her neck and jaw. "And I want to do you everywhere, right now." Myka growled into her ear. She quickly undid Helena's top and pants, yanking at fabric until Helena was in her underwear.
"Has it really been that long?" Helena said as she fought to catch her breath, leaning her head back to allow Myka better access.
Myka stopped, causing Helena to look at her through heavy eyelids. "I love you so much." Myka whispered, pulling Helena back into her arms and kissing her sweetly and slowly, changing the pace she had just set. She dragged her nails up Helena's back, scratching along her shoulders. Myka whimpered into her mouth before letting her lips travel across her chest, stopping to suck and nibble on her neck.
"God I love you Myka." Helena rolled her hips into Myka's still fully clothed body, she sighed in relief at the pressure there before tugging roughly at Myka's top. "Off. Now."
Myka stepped back and took her shirt off, tossing it to the side, then managed to peel her jeans off, kicking it away. She rushed back to the Brit's side, keening to feel the warmth of her wife's skin pressed against her own. "I need you right now." Myka scratched her nails all the way down Helena's back, resting on the small of her back before forcing her hands beneath the waistband of Helena's underwear and gripping her ass tightly.
"Please Myka, you can tease later." Helena rolled harder against Myka's stomach, letting her wife feel the warmth that had pooled between her legs. "Please?" She asked innocently, laying flat on her back, twitching slightly when her hot skin hit the cold counter top. Myka watched the goose bumps form all over her wife's body and smiled, lowering herself to place soft kisses along Helena's stomach, lower and lower until she could kiss Helena's center through thin fabric. "Yes!" The smaller woman arched up in need.
Myka practically growled as her teeth found the waist band and she tugged at it, pulling it down Helena's long, delicious legs. She got it to mid thigh and used her hands to lower it the rest of the way while her lips kissed their way back up till she could fix herself at her wife's center. She licked along the length of her, feeling Helena tremble beneath her as she circled her clit with the tip of her tongue. She latched onto her, her arms circling around both thighs in an attempt to pull her harder against her lips.
A yelp escaped Helena's mouth when Myka roughly yanked at her, desperate to have her, she reached down and threaded her fingers through that curly mane; scratching lightly at Myka's scalp before pulling harshly at her hair, rasping in order to find the best friction she could. The room filled with pants and moans, heating up with every movement they made, every breath they took igniting small flames in the cool midnight air.
"Right there Myka!" Helena breathed out heavily. "Don't stop." She removed her hands from Myka's hair and gripped the harsh edges of the counter, sliding herself closer, rolling her hips faster as she began to shake, tremors rolling through her entire body. Myka released her thighs, sliding two fingers into Helena's core, curling and scraping against her G spot, her lips never leaving their position. She took her other hand between her own legs, already so close to bliss; she alternated circling her own clit, mimicking her lips on Helena, and then sliding her wet digits inside, matching pace with her other hand.
A curtain of sweat covered both women as they came simultaneously, Myka's release caused her to moan into Helena's sex, sending the smaller woman to writhe in pleasure screaming loudly as another orgasm ripped through her.
Myka didn't let up, she missed seeing Helena like this; unabashed, open and vulnerable. She could feel Helena's muscles pulsing around her fingers and left them there as she softly ran her tongue along Helena's folds, avoiding the overly sensitive areas of her sex.
"Myka." She whispered as soon as she found her voice again.
Myka stopped, pulling herself out of Helena slowly and placing a short and light kiss against her core once more before standing up fully and leaning over the still woman. "You okay?"
"Perfect." Helena rolled her head to the side, her eyes still closed, her breathing still rapid but calming with every passing moment. She reached her hands toward Myka who took it and slowly helped her sit up. Helena wrapped her legs around Myka's waist and put her arms around her neck. "Take me to the couch love."
Helena and Myka went on that night to pleasure each other countless times, enjoying each other and worshiping each other in an alluring and prepossessing dance of love and undying devotion before falling asleep in each others arms.
...
Helena woke to the sound of the door knob rattling, she woke Myka, putting a finger to her lips while they listened to someone struggling to get in. She quietly reached for the side arm they had hidden under the end table by the couch, clutching the blanket to her chest, Myka pulled the sheet around her and as soon as the door flew open, Helena sat up, aiming at the intruder, Myka popping up right after her.
"Moms!" Sarah jumped and screamed, grabbing Ryleigh's arm and quickly turning her around to face the door. "I'm so sorry Ryleigh." She turned back to her parents, Helena lowered the weapon and put it on the table. "What!?"
"Darling you weren't supposed to be home till this afternoon."
"This is the afternoon mum! Why can't you guys ever keep it in the bedroom!? You're too old for this."
"Excuse me!?" Myka shouted, slightly offended.
"Well, we had a wonderful evening and didn't expect you back so soon with company, and why did it sound like such a struggle to open the door?"
"Forgot my key so I had to pick the lock." Sarah stated simply, and apparently, that was all her parents needed to know.
Helena stood up, gathering the blanket around her and making her way nonchalantly to the bedroom, passing Sarah just as she was about to sit on the stool by the kitchen counter. "I wouldn't sit there if I were you." She said with a devilish grin.
"Ew! Mum!?" Sarah jumped back so far that she bumped into Ryleigh who was laughing into her hand. "This isn't funny Ryleigh, this is embarrassing."
"Your moms are hilarious." She chuckled still facing the door.
"Helena!" Myka squeaked out, not as comfortable with walking around in a sheet as Helena was.
"Come on darling, lets get dressed before our daughter has a heart attack." Helena walked back into the living room, tossing a long robe to a grateful Myka who quickly slipped into it.
"So sorry about this guys." Myka said, reading the mortified look on Sarah's face. She mouthed to her teenage daughter, 'I am so sorry,' before being pulled through the house to their bedroom.
"Come on Ryleigh, let's go to the B&B. It's safer there." Before leaving the cottage Sarah shouted to her mothers, "I'm gonna need therapy after this!"
"Well good thing we have a live in therapist now! Go talk to her and have fun!" Helena shouted from the bedroom.
"I live in a nut house." Sarah whispered, lightly backhanding Ryleigh's shoulder as the girl laughed loudly.
"Oh my god, I love this place."
Even though Sarah's cheeks were burning red with humiliation and horror, she had to agree that even though she lived in a nut house, it was her nut house and she loved it too.
Thank you for reading this and if you got through the chapter, pat yourself on the back my friend because it was hell to write. I swear the plot will thicken soon. I'm just getting a bit lost, but getting back on track as soon as figure out where I put my outline. haha. I wrote this chapter mostly from memory of my notes, but forgot how I ended it so that was all a mess, but I hope it turned out okay.
Love you all so much for reading, and feel free to comment about anything you liked and didn't like. Still learning here, so it is very much appreciated. XO