A/N: Alrighty... this is kind of a shorter chapter, but it's the first night there and the next chapter will pick up the following morning and after that, let the adventures begin!

Please do enjoy this one. It kind of sets the tone of the Myka/HG relationship. There will definitely be a love, hate, misunderstanding thing happening for a little while, but when things are good... they will be GOOD. ;)

Myka could see the darkening of the sky outside, through a small window behind her.

"Would you like something to drink?" Irene's voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the moment she just longed to escape.

"No thank you maam. I'd just like to leave." Myka answered, sinking further into the couch.

"Go running home to daddy? Get him to cut the forest down, looking for us until our home, everything we built here is destroyed?" Helena bit the inside of her cheek to keep from physically lashing out.

"I don't want to go back to that place, I just want to leave this one. I won't say anything to anyone just let me go... please." Myka's voice was softer than Helena's but it held just as much bite.

"Unfortunately Ms. Bering, we need you to stay for a little while longer." Irene said authoritatively.

"Why?" Both Helena and Myka leaned in to the older woman, looking at each other with such a strange feeling in their guts; like their destinies were written to cross and clash, but something flickered in both womens eyes that proved to be interesting for everyone. That same fire and intensity that caused such friction, would also be the thing that brings light and a little bit of joy to everyone.

"We can't have you leave until we know that you can be trusted, and in order to do that, we must all build a relationship with you and show you that we can be trusted. I can promise you that despite the not so warm welcome, you are safe here." Irene eyed everyone, specifically Claudia and HG. "Isn't she?"

Helena was physically shaking now, overcome with mixed emotions. She stormed out of the room defiantly as the others nodded solemnly.

"She will come around."

"Why does she hate me so much?" Myka mused out loud. "I didn't even do anything to her."

"She had some bad experiences with certain members of the Bering family. She may have held onto her anger."

"May have?" Myka scoffed, crossing her arms and sitting back with a huff. "Well if I'm staying here, where do I sleep?"

"You will be sharing a space with HG."

"What? But... she won't like that Ms... Mrs..."

"Fredrics."

"Mrs. Fredrics, she won't agree... she hates me."

"I'll deal with her." Irene turned on her heel and left the room, following Helena's earlier route to her bedroom.

...

"Helena?"

"Irene..." Helena replied flatly.

"HG. Myka Bering will be your charge."

"No! Absolutely not!" Helena did all but stomp her foot like a petulant child.

"Remember when I told you that something good would come from that place?"

Helena's eyes darted from side to side, her breath quickening as she thought back to the earlier conversation they had. After a minute she nodded.

"I know for a fact, I believe that she is the good. We need to help her realize it... you need to help her."

"Why me?"

"Because you've dealt with the Berings and you can share your story with her one day and make her understand. You will win her trust. You both have a lot to learn from each other, so much to teach each other. So she is your responsibility." A comforting hand was placed on HG's shoulder and she looked up into the sages eyes.

"Fine."

Irene walked out of the room, but not without the last word. "She's sleeping in here with you." Before Helena could argue and refuse, the door was shut and the woman gone.

A soft knock followed only moments later and Helena stood up, flattening out the wrinkles in her shirt before opening the door. "Please, come in."

"Thank you. I'm really sorry about this." Myka said, brushing past the other woman. "This is amazing." Myka looked around the room. It was larger than she expected, and looked so different from the rest of the warehouse. There was a bed like a normal bedroom would have, a dresser for clothes, a mirror, jewlery boxes; but the other half of the room was littered with books. Books were everywhere, tucked into any available space. "You have so many..." Myka said as she observed the book titles from a distance.

"You can go closer and look at them if you'd like." Helena said, slightly annoyed and slightly intrigued by Myka's interest in her books.

"What?" Myka shook her head and looked at her host.

"You're squinting, trying to read the titles. Just go look, it's not a problem." Helena nudged her to the books and Myka let her feet go where her brain wanted to at the moment.

She neared the book shelves and gasped, leather bound books, tattered and worn but obviously loved. "They look like they've been read hundreds of times."

"Some of them. You like to read?"

"I love to read." Myka smiled the first real and sincere smile she had all day and when Helena caught a glimpse of it, her breath hitched, stuck in her throat. "These books are beautiful. How did you get them?"

"I collect them. I travel a lot and I usually bring home a trunk full. You can read one if you like."

Myka looked at the books again, there were too many to pick from, she wanted to read them all. Then, she turned to the owner of the books and smiled sadly. "It's okay. You don't have to be nice to me, I understand that this is Mrs. Fredrics choice and you don't really want me here in your room let alone touching your books. I have a few in my bag."

Helena nodded curtly, feeling a little like the evil witch of the warehouse. The young woman in front of her looked almost childlike, afraid and alone. "Look, I understand that you may not be accustomed to this type of lifestyle. I'm sure you never had to share a thing in your life so please, you take the bed and I will sleep on the floor."

Myka almost looked hurt, but she averted her attention and energy to the bed and saw that it was a decent size, she never shared a thing in her life but wasn't opposed to it. "We could share the bed." She said without a thought. "If you want to, that is."

"Okay. I usually sleep on the right side."

"That's good because I usually sleep on the left."

"Finally something we can see eye to eye on." Helena chuckled, her smile becoming more sincere as she went into her dresser to get sleep clothes.

Myka put her book bag down on her side of the bed and pulled out a thin night dress. Then she just stood there, looking down at the dress she was currently in. She started working on the buttons that went up the sleeves, at least twenty on each side. It took her a few minutes but she eventually got them all opened up, she could feel the blood rushing into her fingers and sighed happily. Helena heard her and turned around to see what she was up to.

The sight was enough to steal Helena's breath. She wanted to smile and laugh at the view she had of Myka looking in the full length mirror at the back of her dress, mouth hung open in disgust and confusion at the cacaphony of buttons running down the length of her back.

"There must be over 50?" Helena said, shaking her head. "You have someone to dress you?"

"When I have this type of dress picked out for me, yes."

"I can..." Helena pointed to the back of Myka's dress. "If you need, I can help you with that."

Myka cocked her head to the side, she was deciding something then and she decided that this side of Helena, this was the person she could trust; the softer and kinder side. So Myka approved of Helena's request and waited till the woman walked to her. "Thank you." She said as nimble fingers went to work.

"This is utterly ridiculous, you do know that right?"

"I do. I have a drawer of trousers that I wear at home. If I don't have any lessons that day, I can wear what I want. I had a lot of lessons today so this was what I had to wear." Her body was jerking around as Helena fought with a particularly stubborn button.

"Well, you're almost free." Helena said as she popped open the rest of the buttons with ease. She got to the last one and marveled at the bare back that had been presented to her through the open dress. She studied the light splatter of freckles there, fighting the urge to trace them into pictures. "There."

Myka stepped away, taking in a deep breath the oxygen bringing color into her cheeks. "Thank you." She turned around, making sure there were no reflective surfaces in the way and dropped the dress to the ground. She quickly threw her night dress on and pulled her hair out of her face.

Helena had seen the dress fall before she hurridly turned the opposite direction. When she heard the blankets rustling, she walked to the divider in her room and changed behind it. Myka felt a blush rise, not knowing that the divider was there. Helena came out wearing a night dress that ended mid thigh, slipping into the bed and facing away from Myka. "Goodnight Myka."

"Goodnight Helena." Normally Helena hated when people used that name, but for some reason it felt right rolling off the other woman's tongue.

They both knew it would be an interesting ride from here on out and hopefully Mrs. Fredric was right and this was meant to be, and perhaps Myka was the good that they needed.

Thank you! Love you all so much for reading this one. Please come back for more and feel free to review and comment on whatever you like, even to just say hey... because I like those too. :) XO