W13 Fic: Time Will Tell: Chapter 10. Myka/HG
Title:Time will tell (title shamelessly stolen from episode!)
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: For tonyabuchanan --> a very special person who helped me find my voice again. And kassandra_luem ---> because I love her to bits.
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
Chapter 5 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/42348.html
Chapter 6 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/43618.html
Chapter 7 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/50229.html
Chapter 8 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/53336.html
Chapter 9 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/53556.html
>
AN: For the amazing Tonya Buchanan (aka Aynot) who inspired me to finish this story, and is the most amazing person I know. I appreciate everything you do for me more than words can ever say. xoxo
Chapter 10
~ ...and sometime later. ~
"Myka, Myka, it's me." Myka hears the breathless calling of HG Wells. The other woman sounds almost like an excited child.
"Myka." HG tells her. "I'm not someone that finds herself in this sort of predicament. I like to make a decision, and stick to it. I like things to go smoothly, just as I planned. However, there are times that call for a little flexibility. I think this is one of those times. But I'm speaking in riddles. Don't be cross with me, I can't speak freely now. We are not alone. We have company. Oh wait, she can't talk. Unfortunately I had to gag her mouth. So she can't say 'hello' right at the moment, forgive her lapse in manners. Your young red haired friend isn't known for her discretion. I'm sure you understand why I had to tie her to the chair and gag her. At least, I hope you understand. In any case, it's the least of the issues between us at the moment."
Myka's head is racing trying to keep up. HG is here? She has somehow captured Claudia? Tied her to a chair? Myka tries to picture the scene, tries to anticipate the next move. What is HG playing at? What does she want now?
"Well, time is of the essence." HG continues, hurriedly. "And I need you to come with me, Myka. This is difficult. Do you know how hard it was to get in here? Twice? To see you? They care a lot about you. You are very loved. Maybe, too much so, they are all a little distracted by your illness. Which is how I was able to slip past undetected, not quite undetected this time, though. Clever girl, Claudia. Rather unfortunate for her, too clever for her own good."
There is something about these veiled threats against Claudia that make Myka's blood boil. She is more than willing to play any kind of game that HG Wells wants her to. But to involve Claudia, that is not acceptable.
It's as if HG has read her mind. "I didn't choose to involve the girl in this. She got in my way. She won't be harmed, as long as you do exactly as I tell you."
"I promised you nothing would happen to you, Myka, and I stand by my word. It would be safer, one supposes, to leave you unconscious. But I haven't the means to drag you out and deal with that wretched girl. I need you to walk out with me, understand?"
HG laughs to herself then. "I hear you thinking, 'Why would I do that Helena?' Why indeed. There isn't time, I wish there was. Time for all this to be different; you just have to do as I tell you, and everything will be fine."
"I'm going to inject you with something now. You will wake up fairly instantly. You must be absolutely silent. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt her. But you must be quiet."
Myka feels her heart racing as Helena leans closer, whispering, out of Claudia's earshot. "There are some unfortunate effects of this injection. I would have liked some more time to make adjustments. The basic fact is this- your symptoms will resolve completely. Instantly, but you will become a carrier for this virus, a highly contagious carrier of a virulent strain of the virus. You must not touch anyone. Not even for a second. They will be instantly affected. Not affected as in a 'nice little sleep' like you. As in 'life abruptly terminated' affected; brain turning into pudding, vasculature exploding into millions of tiny fragments. Very messy, very deadly. Do you understand? You must not touch anyone. I hope you understand. I have no way to know for sure. Here goes. "
Myka feels the familiar sting of the needle, and something cold, like ice, spreading through her entire body. Slowly she awakens; she finds she can open her heavy eyelids at last. She looks up to HG Wells, sitting over her, starring deep into her eyes. HG's hand is covering her mouth. HG whispers. "Do not scream. Do not make a sound. And do not touch anyone."
Myka nods in understanding. HG removes her hand from Myka's mouth, grasping Myka by the wrists. Myka looks down, to HG Wells hands grasping her own. Hadn't she just said "Instant death" to anyone who touches her?
"It doesn't affect me." HG informs her, as if reading Myka's mind. "I have immunity."
Something about that fills Myka with immense relief. The thought of not being able touch anyone ever, well that wasn't pleasant. But to never feel HG Wells touch her again, that was unbearable.
"You're freezing." HG observes as Myka is shivering uncontrollably. HG reaches for a blanket folded at the end of the bed, as Myka struggles to sit up. As HG wraps it protectively around her shoulder, Myka catches sight of Claudia, gagged and bound in the corner of the room, just as HG described.
"Claudia..." Myka mumbles in a shaky voice.
"Shhhhh." HG reprimands her, as she feels HG's fingers over her mouth instantly. "I told you to be quiet."
By all this 'quiet' business, Myka can deduce that Artie, Pete, and maybe Dr Magnus are not far away. She could scream. Claudia can't, her mouth is gagged, but Myka could scream. She doesn't, though, even with Claudia looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to do something heroic to save the day.
Myka is torn. Alone, she may have followed HG into the night, no questions asked. But Claudia complicates things. Those eyes, frightened, hopeful, adoring; just waiting for Myka to make everything ok.
HG leans close again. "I need to you to come with me, understand?"
"But..." Myka protests.
"There is no time." HG insists, impatiently. "I need you to come with me."
"Ok." Myka concedes. She turns away from Claudia's confused eyes staring into her.
"I need them not to follow you." HG continues.
"How do you expect me...?" Myka begins helplessly.
"I'll leave that to you. I'll be waiting downstairs. You have 15 minutes. We must hurry. Do what you have to do." HG instructs, and punctuates the order by handing Myka a gun.
Claudia is struggling to free herself, and manages finally to get the gag away from her mouth.
"Myka? Myka? What's going on?" Claudia demands.
Myka looks from Claudia, to HG, unable to formulate an answer. She doesn't know what the hell is going on.
"Shoot her, Myka!" Claudia is urging. "What are you waiting for? Hurry the hell up, shoot her, and untie me!"
"Good god, girl, can't you be quiet for five god damn minutes?" HG snaps at Claudia in frustration.
"She really can't." Myka finds herself mumbling in response.
"Do what you have to do, my love." Helena repeats to Myka, as she brushes her hand gently over Myka's cheek. "Meet me downstairs. Fifteen minutes."
"And if I don't?" Myka asks.
"If you don't?" HG repeats in puzzlement, as if that was not an option that had occurred to her at all. "Why would you not? What choice have you?"
HG lets the unanswered question hang in the air as she slips out the window.
There is silent confusion for a moment, before Claudia speaks. "Myka? Untie me."
"I'm sorry Claud." Myka manages to utter as she stands hesitantly to her feet. After days of lying unconscious it wasn't easy to stand. It takes a moment for the room to stop spinning. She won't look at Claudia, she can't. Myka looks at the ropes tightly binding Claudia's hands. HG's words ring in her head- instant death to anyone who touches her. She can't risk it. Maybe it's a lie. But maybe it isn't.
"Don't listen to her, she is lying, whatever she is saying to you Myka it's a lie." Claudia insists. "I get it, I liked her too, she's pretty awesome, but she is dangerous. Whatever she wants you to do, don't do it. You know better Myka. Listen to me. Untie me."
"Myka, I don't know what she is talking about, but you have a choice. I don't know what she's done, but listen to me Myka, look at me. She did this to you, made you sick with some crazy virus. She tied me up here. She can't be trusted. Artie was right, she is dangerous."
Myka can't look at her, she won't. She only tightens her grip on the gun. Not because she intends to use it to harm Claudia, or anyone. But she may need it for protection. Not her own. Someone else's. She might need it to keep people away. Claudia was taken care of for the moment, safely tied to that chair. But there were the others. And as for how to stop them coming after her, that would take a little thought. A little more thought than fifteen minutes being put on the spot can give. And she wonders, not for the first time, why the hell she should go along with any of this?
"I'm sorry Claud." Is all she can manage to say as she walks right on past, out of the room, careful to keep a distance from Claudia to avoid inadvertently touching her.
She wishes there was something she could do, to dispel that disappointment in Claudia's eyes. She wishes, just a moment too late, that HG had re-tied that gag around Claudia's mouth before she vanished out the window, because Myka cannot touch it. Unfortunately, for them all, the very next thing Claudia does is scream for Artie, loud enough to shake the windows. And there is nothing Myka can do to stop her.
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: For tonyabuchanan --> a very special person who helped me find my voice again. And kassandra_luem ---> because I love her to bits.
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
Chapter 5 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/42348.html
Chapter 6 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/43618.html
Chapter 7 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/50229.html
Chapter 8 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/53336.html
Chapter 9 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/53556.html
>
AN: For the amazing Tonya Buchanan (aka Aynot) who inspired me to finish this story, and is the most amazing person I know. I appreciate everything you do for me more than words can ever say. xoxo
Chapter 10
~ ...and sometime later. ~
"Myka, Myka, it's me." Myka hears the breathless calling of HG Wells. The other woman sounds almost like an excited child.
"Myka." HG tells her. "I'm not someone that finds herself in this sort of predicament. I like to make a decision, and stick to it. I like things to go smoothly, just as I planned. However, there are times that call for a little flexibility. I think this is one of those times. But I'm speaking in riddles. Don't be cross with me, I can't speak freely now. We are not alone. We have company. Oh wait, she can't talk. Unfortunately I had to gag her mouth. So she can't say 'hello' right at the moment, forgive her lapse in manners. Your young red haired friend isn't known for her discretion. I'm sure you understand why I had to tie her to the chair and gag her. At least, I hope you understand. In any case, it's the least of the issues between us at the moment."
Myka's head is racing trying to keep up. HG is here? She has somehow captured Claudia? Tied her to a chair? Myka tries to picture the scene, tries to anticipate the next move. What is HG playing at? What does she want now?
"Well, time is of the essence." HG continues, hurriedly. "And I need you to come with me, Myka. This is difficult. Do you know how hard it was to get in here? Twice? To see you? They care a lot about you. You are very loved. Maybe, too much so, they are all a little distracted by your illness. Which is how I was able to slip past undetected, not quite undetected this time, though. Clever girl, Claudia. Rather unfortunate for her, too clever for her own good."
There is something about these veiled threats against Claudia that make Myka's blood boil. She is more than willing to play any kind of game that HG Wells wants her to. But to involve Claudia, that is not acceptable.
It's as if HG has read her mind. "I didn't choose to involve the girl in this. She got in my way. She won't be harmed, as long as you do exactly as I tell you."
"I promised you nothing would happen to you, Myka, and I stand by my word. It would be safer, one supposes, to leave you unconscious. But I haven't the means to drag you out and deal with that wretched girl. I need you to walk out with me, understand?"
HG laughs to herself then. "I hear you thinking, 'Why would I do that Helena?' Why indeed. There isn't time, I wish there was. Time for all this to be different; you just have to do as I tell you, and everything will be fine."
"I'm going to inject you with something now. You will wake up fairly instantly. You must be absolutely silent. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt her. But you must be quiet."
Myka feels her heart racing as Helena leans closer, whispering, out of Claudia's earshot. "There are some unfortunate effects of this injection. I would have liked some more time to make adjustments. The basic fact is this- your symptoms will resolve completely. Instantly, but you will become a carrier for this virus, a highly contagious carrier of a virulent strain of the virus. You must not touch anyone. Not even for a second. They will be instantly affected. Not affected as in a 'nice little sleep' like you. As in 'life abruptly terminated' affected; brain turning into pudding, vasculature exploding into millions of tiny fragments. Very messy, very deadly. Do you understand? You must not touch anyone. I hope you understand. I have no way to know for sure. Here goes. "
Myka feels the familiar sting of the needle, and something cold, like ice, spreading through her entire body. Slowly she awakens; she finds she can open her heavy eyelids at last. She looks up to HG Wells, sitting over her, starring deep into her eyes. HG's hand is covering her mouth. HG whispers. "Do not scream. Do not make a sound. And do not touch anyone."
Myka nods in understanding. HG removes her hand from Myka's mouth, grasping Myka by the wrists. Myka looks down, to HG Wells hands grasping her own. Hadn't she just said "Instant death" to anyone who touches her?
"It doesn't affect me." HG informs her, as if reading Myka's mind. "I have immunity."
Something about that fills Myka with immense relief. The thought of not being able touch anyone ever, well that wasn't pleasant. But to never feel HG Wells touch her again, that was unbearable.
"You're freezing." HG observes as Myka is shivering uncontrollably. HG reaches for a blanket folded at the end of the bed, as Myka struggles to sit up. As HG wraps it protectively around her shoulder, Myka catches sight of Claudia, gagged and bound in the corner of the room, just as HG described.
"Claudia..." Myka mumbles in a shaky voice.
"Shhhhh." HG reprimands her, as she feels HG's fingers over her mouth instantly. "I told you to be quiet."
By all this 'quiet' business, Myka can deduce that Artie, Pete, and maybe Dr Magnus are not far away. She could scream. Claudia can't, her mouth is gagged, but Myka could scream. She doesn't, though, even with Claudia looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to do something heroic to save the day.
Myka is torn. Alone, she may have followed HG into the night, no questions asked. But Claudia complicates things. Those eyes, frightened, hopeful, adoring; just waiting for Myka to make everything ok.
HG leans close again. "I need to you to come with me, understand?"
"But..." Myka protests.
"There is no time." HG insists, impatiently. "I need you to come with me."
"Ok." Myka concedes. She turns away from Claudia's confused eyes staring into her.
"I need them not to follow you." HG continues.
"How do you expect me...?" Myka begins helplessly.
"I'll leave that to you. I'll be waiting downstairs. You have 15 minutes. We must hurry. Do what you have to do." HG instructs, and punctuates the order by handing Myka a gun.
Claudia is struggling to free herself, and manages finally to get the gag away from her mouth.
"Myka? Myka? What's going on?" Claudia demands.
Myka looks from Claudia, to HG, unable to formulate an answer. She doesn't know what the hell is going on.
"Shoot her, Myka!" Claudia is urging. "What are you waiting for? Hurry the hell up, shoot her, and untie me!"
"Good god, girl, can't you be quiet for five god damn minutes?" HG snaps at Claudia in frustration.
"She really can't." Myka finds herself mumbling in response.
"Do what you have to do, my love." Helena repeats to Myka, as she brushes her hand gently over Myka's cheek. "Meet me downstairs. Fifteen minutes."
"And if I don't?" Myka asks.
"If you don't?" HG repeats in puzzlement, as if that was not an option that had occurred to her at all. "Why would you not? What choice have you?"
HG lets the unanswered question hang in the air as she slips out the window.
There is silent confusion for a moment, before Claudia speaks. "Myka? Untie me."
"I'm sorry Claud." Myka manages to utter as she stands hesitantly to her feet. After days of lying unconscious it wasn't easy to stand. It takes a moment for the room to stop spinning. She won't look at Claudia, she can't. Myka looks at the ropes tightly binding Claudia's hands. HG's words ring in her head- instant death to anyone who touches her. She can't risk it. Maybe it's a lie. But maybe it isn't.
"Don't listen to her, she is lying, whatever she is saying to you Myka it's a lie." Claudia insists. "I get it, I liked her too, she's pretty awesome, but she is dangerous. Whatever she wants you to do, don't do it. You know better Myka. Listen to me. Untie me."
"Myka, I don't know what she is talking about, but you have a choice. I don't know what she's done, but listen to me Myka, look at me. She did this to you, made you sick with some crazy virus. She tied me up here. She can't be trusted. Artie was right, she is dangerous."
Myka can't look at her, she won't. She only tightens her grip on the gun. Not because she intends to use it to harm Claudia, or anyone. But she may need it for protection. Not her own. Someone else's. She might need it to keep people away. Claudia was taken care of for the moment, safely tied to that chair. But there were the others. And as for how to stop them coming after her, that would take a little thought. A little more thought than fifteen minutes being put on the spot can give. And she wonders, not for the first time, why the hell she should go along with any of this?
"I'm sorry Claud." Is all she can manage to say as she walks right on past, out of the room, careful to keep a distance from Claudia to avoid inadvertently touching her.
She wishes there was something she could do, to dispel that disappointment in Claudia's eyes. She wishes, just a moment too late, that HG had re-tied that gag around Claudia's mouth before she vanished out the window, because Myka cannot touch it. Unfortunately, for them all, the very next thing Claudia does is scream for Artie, loud enough to shake the windows. And there is nothing Myka can do to stop her.