One Track Mind

"Oh thank you, Helena, thank you," Myka said of the gift of her Oneness back. She sat next to Helena on the couch. "I was so afraid you had given it…," she said through soft sobs. "Can you forgive me, Helena?"

"Myka, of course, " Helena said, pulling her into her arms, and hugging her. She placed her hand on the back of Myka's head, and ran it down the length of the curls. "Thank you for wanting it back. It was a terrible feeling not to be connected to you. I understand what you want, Myka. We are on a journey through life together, and I hope we never stop discovering each other."

Helena was back and that was all that mattered to Myka.

Myka couldn't let go of Helena, so she simply pushed herself down into Helena's lap and pulled her legs up onto the couch and held onto the Brit's hand. Helena sat back, accepting Myka's head and stroking her hair with her free hand. Myka felt as if someone finally stopped her world from spinning and placed it right side up. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks tear-stained, but her heart had stopped hurting and she was right where she wanted to be – back with Helena.

The first thing that Helena noticed was that being hell-bent on shutting down and protecting herself wasn't as important as being reconnected with Myka. It meant she was aware of the tender parts of her heart – the parts that ached with missing Christina and the pain of feeling responsible, but she was no longer alone with those feelings. Even after telling Myka about them – some of them for the second time – Myka embraced her. She didn't reflect any of the horror Helena felt about herself. Even after this, Myka loved her.

Helena bent down and kissed Myka's head as she lay in her lap. The sun was piercing the windows now, as dawn crept across the avenues and streets of Manhattan. As Myka felt herself drift off into sleep, she knew what she had to do when she got back home.

It was time.

Helena listened to the sound of Irene's slight snore coming from the waiting area and then texted Claudia and Eileen that the woman in their keep had escaped and was resting comfortably outside her office. And that Myka, too, was there and everyone was fine. "Call off the dogs," Helena ended the text.

"Do you think we're going to be in trouble because Mrs. Frederic got away?" Eileen wondered as she lay next to Claudia.

"She didn't get away, she left. And no, the boss knows Mrs. F was going to give us the slip at some point. Which is why…..," Claudia said, pausing to open up her laptop and pressing some keys. "The boss injected a tiny little GPS into her."

"INTO HER?" Eileen said aghast. "I don't think that's even legal."

"Yeah, probably not, but kinda cool, don't you think?" Claudia said in total admiration of how tiny the detector had to be to fit through a syringe. Technology on that level was awesome, she thought.

"No, not cool to put something in someone that they didn't agree to," Eileen said considering all the ramifications. "She is going to freak out."

"What? Oh yes, yes, she will. Totally freak out. Yes, but we can't tell her," Claudia said, looking at the map that showed exactly where the sleeping woman was resting. The blue dot kept blinking on the grid that was Wells Corp.

"Do we all have to get them," Eileen wondered.

"Yeah, no it's temporary. You know so Helena could keep an eye on her. Purely for medical purposes," Claudia said, but had trouble keeping the smile off her face at the technology portion of this.

"I can't believe you're okay with this?" Eileen said.

"Think of it, Eileen. You go for surgery, they plant this little bio button in you that gives them readings on how your surgery went and how you are healing," the techie said. It was Wells Corp's next big invention.

"And so you sign a form before the surgery that says it's okay to deposit said chip in you?" Eileen asked, making her point.

"Well yeah, oh okay …..so disclosure is the issue here. Yes, I agree. Totally. But remember, Mrs. F was kind of out of it when the boss ….," Claudia took her two fists and slammed them down together on the bed. "Still, pretty cool," she said and coughed to erase the smile. "Did you ever want to be a lawyer?"

"So everyone is at work and okay?" Eileen asked moving closer to Claudia and gently closing the laptop.

"Yeah, seems like it," Claudia said – oblivious to the signals Eileen was giving her, by sliding closer to her in the bed.

"How about I make you breakfast …," Eileen said looking up at Claudia. Clear azure pools of playfulness finally caught the techie's attention.

"Oh you mean….?" Claudia said, red rushing to her cheeks as she smiled her pleasure at the thought.

"Yes," Eileen confirmed the open definition of breakfast. "At your apartment."

"Oh good," Claudia said, letting out a long sigh. "I thought you meant here and that would be 'freaky'," she said in a high voice.

"No, not here," Eileen explained. "We've been on call for forever and need some time for us."

"You're going to be a fun boss," Claudia said, kissing her girlfriend and jumping up to get dressed.

Myka slept peacefully and although Helena was just as exhausted, she couldn't close her eyes. She didn't want to miss a moment of looking down at Myka. Helena stroked Myka's hair, studied her face, and basked in the peace their connection brought her. Helena had never known anything like it.

She smiled, thinking of how this all played out now. She and Myka had come through the event, both the better for it. Each understood a little more what was truly important to them.

Irene woke up a little unsure of where she was exactly. She turned to see the office door still opened and got up to peek in. She saw Helena sitting there as Myka slept. The Brit smiled and waved Irene to come in.

"How are you feeling?" Helena asked in a whisper, as Irene sat down.

"I am fine. How are you?" Irene asked, putting her hand on Helena's knee. "Everything okay?"

"Oh yes, fine," Helena said, looking lovingly down at Myka.

Irene smiled, feeling sorry for anyone not as fortunate as she was to witness this relationship so closely. These two women, both of whom she adored, were the epitome of a loving couple. They truly were the relationship that others could be measured against. Irene smiled at her private joke that couple's counselors might ask one day -,

- "So on a scale of one to Bering & Wells, how good is your relationship?"

"Can I make you some tea?" Irene asked as she prepared to get herself coffee.

"Do you not think I suffered enough for one day?" Helena asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"But you do it so well, Helena," Irene said, taking her place in the ritual of subjugated affection that these two took part in.

Myka stirred, not from the conversation, but because she missed Helena. Helena shot the HR Director a look, blaming her and Irene put her hands out in a defensive gesture and left.

"There you are," Helena said, looking down into Myka's sleepy eyes.

"There you are," Myka said back, smiling and pulling Helena's hand into her face. "I'm sorry I was asleep."

"No, thank you for sleeping. You gave me one of my favorite things to do," Helena said and placed a soft as willow kiss onto Myka's lips.

"To be in total silence?" Myka teased.

"To stare at you as you sleep, perchance to dream," Helena said.

"I did dream," Myka said, closing her eyes to visualize the memory. "We were in a field and there was no one there, but us. And something fell from the sky."

"What was it?" Helena asked, with great interest.

"I don't know," Myka said, her brows furrowed as she tried to grasp the gossamer memory. "I woke up before I could find out."

"Ah, well perhaps another time," Helena said, kissing her again.

The strong aroma of coffee floated into the room and Myka smiled. Mrs. Frederic brought in a tray with three cups, two of them filled with the sweet nectar. Myka sat up, but moved in right next to Helena. Her entire being needed to be close enough to touch Helena now.

"Thank you for this, Irene. How are you feeling?" Myka asked, caressing the cup.

"I am fine, thank you," Irene said, pushing the teacup over to Helena. The Brit stared at her, the looked down at the cup and back at Irene. The gesture spoke volumes.

"No, hell didn't freeze over, but I think you could manage this once," Irene answered the look accurately.

Helena took the cup as Myka watched her expression. She detected the subtle shudder as she sipped the tea as if she could detect poison.

"You do remember a time before Ms. Sullivan when you managed to drink mortal's tea or even made your own?" Irene asked.

"I used to make my own amino acids, but now I have a lab that can do it," Helena pointed out.

"I don't wish to overstay my welcome," Irene said, getting up from the chair. "And speaking of overstaying one's welcome, I intend to lock my doors tonight so please don't send any babysitters."

"I wouldn't dream of intruding on your privacy," Helena smiled devilishly.

The look wasn't lost on Irene who immediately began to wonder what that meant. She was too tired to verbally wrestle anymore and left to go back home. When she emerged from the building minutes later, there was Andrew waiting outside, holding the back door to the car open for her. Irene exhaled a deep breath, and got in the car.

"Let's go home," Helena said to Myka and they left the building hand in hand. In spite of the early hour, there were people in Times Square already lining up for tickets to Broadway shows or going to work. Heads turned, people poked their friends and pointed so that they could catch a glimpse of Manhattan's favorite couple walking north on Broadway to Columbus Circle and then up Central Park West to the townhouse. The two-mile walk gave the women time to just be together, except when someone would approach and say hello or ask them a question. Myka was getting used to the cameras being aimed at them even though she found it still uncomfortable. She envied Helena's smooth way, never thrown by a question or shout out of adoration. Helena's gait never broke and Myka was learning from her how to tune out the rest of the world.

Most of the people shouted hello and went on their way. It was Helena's goal to appear invisible so that no one would disturb them. It was hard to appear indistinguishable when the gene pool sought to make you ravishing, Myka thought of her girlfriend.

By the time the two women had walked to Central Park West, the more residential area was quieter and the pedestrians were mostly runners heading for the park. Somewhere around 79th Street, they passed a big banner announcing the spring concert event happening that night on the open field called the Great Lawn in the park.

"Oh wow look, the jazz festival is tonight. Do you want to….?" Myka was asking when Helena stopped in her tracks.

Helena read the announcement in bold letters. "What the bloody hell?" she asked as she grabbed for her phone.

"What is it, Helena?" Myka asked as the Brit called someone on her phone and began pacing on the sidewalk.

"Could you give me a minute, darling?" Helena forced a smile on her face. She walked closer to the park's wall and pointed to the banner as she talked into the phone.

Myka looked around and wondered what had Helena so upset. Was she worried about the noise reaching the townhouse? The crowds of people who might fill the streets as they entered or exited the park? One thing Myka had learned was how difficult it was to guess what was going on inside that beautiful mind.

And she could never in a million years have guessed the reason Helena was on the phone with the Mayor insisting, no demanding, that the concert be cancelled.