Title: Bleeding Out
Rating: K
Spoilers: Yes, up to and including, Stand.
Warnings: Angst, pain, and character death.
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A/N – I watched the last few episodes of season 3. There is a reason this ship is referred to as Angst and Pain. Not everything that happens is fluffy, and this short one is no exception. I had to get it out in order to write happier stuff later.
Inspired by the song:
Bleeding Out, by Imagine Dragons
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
Helena studied the fuse box. She was looking for something, anything that would help them save the warehouse and themselves.
There had to be something here. She told herself to take a deep breath and stay calm. She often did her best work under intense pressure. Wolcott used to say she had, "Deft hands and a cool head." But after the whirlwind of events leading up to this moment, she was having trouble focusing. In the last 48 hours she had resigned herself to dying – a noble act to be sure. Then thinking she would lose Myka, to a bloody chess game of all things. Then this moment, trapped in the warehouse with a nuclear device. How would she save them? How would she save Myka?
She could hear the muttering behind her. The voices were indistinct as they tried to disarm the bomb.
She heard Pete declare, "Alright, let me at that thing." The sound of a blowtorch soon followed.
Closing her eyes, she focused her mind and phased everything else out.
A deep breath in… and a slow exhale out.
She was ready.
Opening her eyes she removed the cover from the bottom panel. Inspecting the circuitry, she had an idea. If she took that wire and spliced into it, thereby bypassing this latching relay, it could work. She busied herself with making the quick splice in the wire, her hands steady and sure. This would save them. It would save her.
She had done a lot to this world. Had done a lot for this world. Now she was ready to do one more thing, allow the world to have Myka. She could not imagine a world without Myka in it.
There was a part of her that cried out in pure rage. How dare Sykes take this chance from them! They'd missed their shot time and again, and this would be final. There would be no more chances. She had no illusions about her fate. No cavalry would come riding in to save the day. She was the cavalry. She would do this. She had done this.
For Myka.
"And here we go." She placed the ends of the wires together completing the circuit. The electricity arced in her hands; it split off forming a dome over Pete, Artie, and Myka.
"I'm sorry." She dropped the wires on the ground. Catching Myka's eyes, she breathlessly continued, "It was the only way I could… think to save you."
Questions were asked and answered. It was far harder to answer the unspoken questions, the ones in her shimmering green eyes.
The ones that asked, why?
No one could understand, and she did not have the desire to explain.
"Thank you." She whispered.
She knew Myka would understand.
She always did.