Changing of the Seasons Saga, Crisp Days of Autumn - Chapter 1: Decisions, Decisions
Title: Crisp Days of Autumn - Chapter 1: Decisions, Decisions
Author: Athena
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG
Spoiler: season 2
Disclaimer: If I did own the rights to Warehouse 13, Myka and Helena would have a lot more fun, and be less lonely - trust me. Anyone who does not sound familiar to you from W13 belongs to me: Mina, Majeed, the people at the barn and any new people you will meet in this, and future chapters.
Summary: The Changing of the Seasons Saga continues. Helena is brooding over something. Deciding to help her friend come out of her funk, Angie carefully approaches our century old author to have a little chat.
Note: One of the main ideas for this story was to have Helena rebuild her life. I wanted her to make friends and develop relationships, not just within the Warehouse family. Myka is the focus of her world of course, but even she realizes that Helena needs other people in her life. People are watching Helena carefully, still a little worried that she is unable to settle in and have a normal life in this world.
Changing of the Seasons Saga
Winter Solstice
Chapter 1: Mistletoe & Wine
Chapter 2: Ghosts of Christmas Past & Present
Chapter 3: Christmas Crackers
Winter Wonderland
Chapter 1: Snow
Chapter 2: Jingle Horse
Chapter 3: Winter Mischief… and cake
Spring is in the Air
Chapter 1: Legolas
Chapter 2: Scheherazade
Chapter 3: Old Secrets Revealed
Summer Fun
Chapter 1: Picnic Baskets & Pitter Patter of Little Feet
Chapter 2: House CallChapter 3: Ms. McFurryPants
Crisp Days of Autumn
Part 1 - Decisions Decisions
Helena pushed off again from the porch banister and the hammock rocked her as she stared up at the bead board above her. Her hands rested calmly on her stomach as she appeared to be deep in thought.
Angie leaned against the doorframe studying her friend. She knew that something was troubling Helena. As much as she wanted to confront her, she was hesitant to do so. There was just something about Helena that intimidated Angie a little. It was not just the fact that one of the world’s greatest authors was currently lying brooding in her hammock; no, it was more than that. There was a deeper darkness in Helena that Angie did not want to awaken. Not to have it targeted at her, at least.
“Are you going to stand there all night?”
Angie flinched and made a face. She strolled over to Helena with her hands in her pockets. Helena turned her head and a perfect eyebrow inched up a little.
“Angie, you are my friend. Please do not change your behavior around me, all right?”
Angie nodded, still not sure how to approach the topic obviously bothering her friend.
Helena shifted so she was sitting in the hammock with her feet over the side. She held out her hand to Angie and pulled her down next to her. Angie laughed, surprised. Helena rested her head on Angie’s shoulder as she again set the hammock off, swinging them slowly back and forth.
“Something is bothering you.”
“Excellent observation.”
“Don’t be an ass, HG,” Angie muttered.
Helena laughed and nudged her with her elbow. “I can if I want to.”
“I’m a bigger ass than you, so you’ll lose.”
“Perhaps. I have more experience.”
“How about stopping the pissing contest and just telling me what’s wrong?”
Her words coaxed another round of laughter from Helena. She nuzzled Angie’s shoulder and Angie shoved her away a little.
“Come on HG, stop acting like a squirmy puppy. Meg would have a fit if she saw you.”
“No she wouldn’t,” Helena corrected her. “She knows that the likelihood of the two of us being romantically involved is as slim as you and Pete.”
“HG!”
“I’m just saying that even though we are both attracted to women, we aren’t each other’s type.”
“Two yins,” Angie mumbled.
“What?”
“Yin and yang, butch and femme, top and bottom,” Angie tried to explain.
“Ah,” Helena said and grinned. “Yes, you are correct. We are too much alike to find each other attractive like that.”
“I don’t know HG. You have a nice body. I might give you a try,” Angie teased.
“You are terrible,” Helena muttered.
“Well, at least you’re not brooding anymore. And I made you laugh.”
“That you did,” Helena said and then withdrew into her thoughts again.
“Hey! Where did you just go?” Angie said and nudged Helena.
Helena smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. She looked Angie in the eyes for a long moment.
“I am with child,” she whispered.
Angie gaped. She stared at her and then at Helena’s stomach and then back at her face again.
“What? How?”
Helena sighed. “We want a family.”
Angie sighed relieved. Helena shot her a dirty look when she realized what Angie had been thinking.
“Angie, you can’t be serious? Were you really thinking that I would be intimate with a man and risk my happiness with Myka after all that we’ve been through?”
Angie sighed and shook her head. “No, I guess not. You just surprised me, the way you said it. And you did say I, not we,” she mumbled. “You were brooding, HG. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. It just seemed like you weren’t exactly happy about it.”
“True, please forgive me for the confusion. The procedure was performed by my doctor, and the donor was one that Myka and I selected.”
“So Myka knows,” Angie said relieved.
“Not exactly.”
Angie stared wild-eyed at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I decided to go ahead and have the procedure done before I, as you like to say, chickened out.”
“God HG,” she whispered. She looked at Helena. “When are you going to tell her?”
“I don’t know,” Helena said in a small voice. “I’m scared, Angie.”
“Why? You had a child. You were, as far as I can tell, a great mother.”
“I lost my child, so how great a mother was I really?” Helena said tensely.
Angie took Helena’s hand. “HG, Helena, you have got to put that behind you. In all the stories you‘ve told us about Christina, she appears to have been a very happy child, a child that was loved and cared for.”
“I almost died giving birth to her,” Helena whispered.
“I think that you’ll find that medicine has evolved a lot since last time. They will make sure that neither you nor the baby is harmed in any way. Please believe me. You have very little to worry about as far as that’s concerned.”
“It’s a girl.”
Again Angie just stared at her. “How do you know? Isn’t it a bit early to find out the baby’s sex?”
“Mina told me.”
Angie laughed. “I see.”
“There are many things you don’t know about our world Angie. Mina is gifted in ways I don’t think any of us will ever fully understand. She said that I would have a girl, and I believe her.”
Angie swallowed and nodded. She put her arm around Helena when she curled up next to her in the hammock.
“Should I be jealous?”
Helena chuckled at Myka’s teasing tone. She looked up at her. Myka was leaning against the doorframe where Angie had been standing only minutes prior.
“I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Angie said and got up. She smiled at Myka as she passed her. “You heard?” she whispered. Myka nodded.
Myka sat down next to Helena and wrapped her arms around her. She kissed her when Helena turned her face her way.
“Honey, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared.”
“I’m here for you. It’s scary to me too, but we can do this together.”
Helena nodded. She plucked at a loose thread on her pants. Myka took her hand and gently brushed her lips over Helena’s fingers.
“Why didn’t you want me there when Dr. Calder did the procedure?”
Helena stared at Myka, noticing the slight hurt in her eyes. She cupped her cheek. “But you were.”
Myka frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Helena chuckled. “Do you remember the last time she came to visit?” Myka nodded. “She examined me in our room and that’s when she performed the procedure. I seem to remember you rushing in, slightly out of breath, and very determined to make me your little woman.”
Myka blushed as she remembered. Dr. Calder had indeed been checking up on Helena. When she was done she had come downstairs to Myka, teasing her that Helena needed her and that all the talk had made Helena somewhat horny. The doctor’s words had caused Myka to blush then, just as thinking of them did now. She had indeed rushed upstairs to find a naked Helena in bed looking very naughty.
“You mean that night, when we made love, our baby was created?” Myka whispered amazed.
“That’s exactly what I am saying.”
“Wow,” Myka whispered. Myka placed her hand on Helena’s stomach and smiled. “Baby Wells,” she whispered.
Helena sighed and put her hand on top of Myka’s.
*** *** ***
“What do you mean no?” Pete argued wildly. “You knocked her up, Mykes. Aren’t you going to make her an honest woman?”
“Pete, enough,” Myka muttered and glared at him. “You don’t even know if she wants to get married. She’s never said anything like that.”
“Not exactly how I envisioned the proposal, but I guess it will have to do,” Helena teased from the door.
Myka spun around, her face red, as she stared at Helena. Helena was leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded, sporting a teasing smirk. Myka’s eyes ventured down to the small bulge on Helena’s stomach, the reason for the heated conversation between her and Pete.
“Pete, out,” Myka hissed.
Pete raised his arms and left with a dramatic sigh. He winked at Helena as he passed her. “No need to thank me, my lady,” he whispered.
“Pete!”
“Okay, okay.” He rolled his eyes and looked at Helena again. “Are you sure about this?”
Helena laughed and shook her head at him. She put her hands on his shoulder blades and pushed him out before closing the door.
“Helena,” Myka said, gently now. “I’m sorry about that. Pete can be such an ass sometimes.”
“Does this mean that you don’t really want to marry me?” Helena asked seriously.
“No! “ Myka exclaimed. Helena flinched. “I mean, of course I do.”
Helena beamed at her and took her hands. “I always thought I would be the one asking you. I guess I took too much time trying to find the right words and the perfect location.”
Myka chuckled and nodded. “I guess so. Still, I would love to hear it when you find the spot.”
“Myka,” Helena said and caressed Myka’s cheek. “I have already given my heart to you. My home is with you. No ceremony could ever change that.”
Myka sniffled and nodded. She kissed Helena and pulled her close. “I know, but I still want to marry you. If you want me.”
Helena chuckled. “I’ve never been married before. I think I would like marrying you very much.”
Myka laughed and beamed at Helena. When Helena pulled away from her, Myka frowned and watched as Helena walked over to the dresser. Curious as to what she was doing, she followed. Myka watched in fascination as Helena pushed on the side of her jewelry box, one of the few possessions she had reclaimed from her old life, and opened a secret compartment inside. Myka’s eyebrows shot up when she saw the item inside.
Helena picked up the ring and held it up for Myka’s inspection. “This was my grandmother’s.”
“God, Helena,” Myka whispered, choking back the tears threatening to spill.
Helena held out her hand and Myka eagerly placed her left hand in Helena’s, watching in fascination as Helena slipped the ring onto her finger. To Myka’s surprise it fit her. She looked questioningly at Helena. Helena blushed and bit her lip.
“I had it altered to fit you.”
“The devious ways of HG Wells,” Myka teased.
Helena grinned and nodded. She brought Myka’s hand to her lips and kissed the ring.
“As long as my ways keep you happy,” she whispered.
Myka pulled Helena closer and kissed her. Soon the kisses got more demanding and she stumbled backwards as Helena pushed her towards the bed.
“Helena,” she mumbled. “It’s the middle of the day. People…”
“It’s Saturday and if I want to shag my soddin’ fiancée I bloody well will,” Helena growled.
Myka snorted and laughed. “You, Helena Wells, are the only one who can swear like a British hooligan and yet sound classy.”
Helena grinned and gently pushed Myka down on the bed. She slipped her hand under Myka’s top, caressing her stomach. Myka’s breath caught and she swallowed. Helena giggled and brushed her fingers over Myka’s nipples. Myka trembled in anticipation.
“We need to take advantage of every opportunity, darling,” Helena whispered as she brushed her lips over Myka’s stomach. “Soon I will be so big I will be unable to do this, and once the baby is here, well, things might change for a while. Babies are very time consuming.”
Myka caressed Helena’s hair smiling at her. “Then let’s not waste any more time sweetie.”
Helena laughed happily and proceeded to remove Myka’s shirt.
To be continued…