covert affairs chapter 9.2
yeah, remember i was writing this really amazing fic about these two really hot chicks kicking ass and being totally in love?
yeah, i know, i almost forgot myself.
anyways...in order to maintain a cohesive narrative flow, i added these 2 scenes to the end of chapter 9.
Claudia typed away at her computer in the living room, working on a homework assignment. Artie came into the room with a huff. "Where is everyone?"
Pete wandered in from the kitchen, sandwich in hand. "I'm here."
"Where's Myka?"
"She's with HG."
Artie grunted. "Fine. Claudia, you go with Pete to Savannah. You've got Stonewall's spurs to track down." Artie dropped a file on the coffee table; the loud smack it made caused Claudia to jump. He continued off for the warehouse.
"What do they do?" Claudia called after him.
"It's in the file." Artie growled.
Claudia grimaced. "Jeez. He's even grumpier than usual now."
Pete sat on the couch next to Claudia. "It's because of HG. He doesn't like her."
"Ya think?" Pete picked up the file and read over the dossier. Claudia eyed him sideways. "What do you think about her?"
"HG?" Claudia nodded. "I don't know." He squinted, uncomfortable. "There's something...off about her. I don't trust her."
"Myka trusts her though. Isn't that enough?"
"Not with her."
"She saved my life, Pete. She saved Artie's life. That doesn't mean anything?"
"Alright. I still don't completely trust her though."
"You seemed to be getting along at breakfast."
Pete smiled. "I didn't say I didn't like her. She certainly liked me in London." He made a smoochie face at Claudia.
"Okay, ew. And lucky for Kelly, HG isn't interested in you."
Pete pouted. "Hey."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you show her the croissant thing she will be."
Pete grinned. "Seventeen. I can get seventeen in my mouth."
"I know." Claudia closed the computer. "So what do these spurs do?"
Artie entered his office like a tempest, grumbling to himself. "Hello, Artie." Leena greeted him calmly. He grumbled louder and waved her off. She watched him storm about angrily.
"...that woman..."
Leena closed the book in her hands. She walked over and sat next to Artie at his desk. "Artie, we need to talk."
"About what?" He barked.
"Wells."
"I don't want to talk about that woman!"
"Artie." She said his name quietly, but sternly. He calmed. "Whether you like it or not, she is here to stay. You need to get used to her being here."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I do not trust that woman."
"Do you trust Myka?"
"That's silly, of course I do."
"Do you trust that Myka makes good choices? That her heart is always in the right place?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then you trust that she made the right decision about HG?" Artie made an angry face. "If you can't trust HG, at least trust Myka."
"I will never trust that villainous woman."
"Try to be nice to her, Artie. For Myka. Trust Myka. Artie," she waited for him to look at her. "Do this for Myka. She needs it."
Artie was quiet a long time, but Leena was patient. Finally he responded, "I will try. For Myka."
Myka and Helena returned home late in the evening. Tucked under the tree on the side of the bed and breakfast, safe under the blanket of darkness in the car, Helena took Myka's hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "Today meant a lot to me, Myka. Thank you."
Myka blushed at the gesture and smiled at Helena's hand clasping hers tightly. "You're welcome, Helena. I just wish it wasn't going to take two to three weeks to get your things here." Myka squeezed HG's hand and sighed quietly. She was exhausted from spending most of the day on a plane, and this was the last moment of true freedom she would have with Helena. Myka raised her girlfriend's hand to her lips and placed a long, lingering kiss against it. "Come on."
Helena smirked, "Once more unto the breach, dear friend."
"Something like that." Myka squeezed Helena's hand and let go as she opened the car door.
It was quiet inside, everyone winding down for bed. The soft sound of clicking keys filtered from the dining room. Myka could tell from the speed that it was Claudia. She peeked around the doorframe to see the young woman sitting at the table, headphones on and bobbing her head slightly to the music. She was surrounded by books and papers, typing up a paper for class. Myka grinned at her and turned to Helena, who smiled brightly and rubbed her arm approvingly. School fit her.
"Oh!" Pete's voice reverberated through the downstairs. "Take that! Yeah!" He was clearly watching sports.
"Oh good, you're home." Myka turned to greet Artie with a weary smile. Helena put on her best face. "Good evening Myka," he looked at Helena and flashed the fastest, weakest smile a human was capable of. "Helena." She raised her eyebrows in shock. Artie pushed his glasses up and continued without pause. "I called customs, spoke to a woman about some things regarding-it doesn't matter. Your things should be here in a few days."
The great H. G. Wells was speechless. "Uh, w-" She took a breath. "Thank you, Artie. I very much appreciate it."
Artie huffed. "I didn't do it for you." He glanced sideways at Myka.
A hint of disappointment fell over Helena's face. "Well, I appreciate it nevertheless."
He grumbled a "You're welcome" under his breath and quickly shuffled down the hall.
The two women looked at each other blankly. "That was..." Myka began.
"Odd," Helena finished. "And the work of a woman with surety."
"Do you think Leena could have said something?"
Helena shrugged. "What other explanation is there?"
Several possibilities flashed through Myka's mind. "I'd rather not think about it."
Leena came around the corner, headed upstairs with fresh sheets. "Hello," she smiled.
"Thank you. Whatever you did or said to him, thank you." Myka told her.
Leena smiled warmly. "It was nothing, but you're welcome." She climbed the stairs. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you're interested."
"Oh spectacular, I'm famished." Helena made off for the kitchen.
yeah, i know, i almost forgot myself.
anyways...in order to maintain a cohesive narrative flow, i added these 2 scenes to the end of chapter 9.
Claudia typed away at her computer in the living room, working on a homework assignment. Artie came into the room with a huff. "Where is everyone?"
Pete wandered in from the kitchen, sandwich in hand. "I'm here."
"Where's Myka?"
"She's with HG."
Artie grunted. "Fine. Claudia, you go with Pete to Savannah. You've got Stonewall's spurs to track down." Artie dropped a file on the coffee table; the loud smack it made caused Claudia to jump. He continued off for the warehouse.
"What do they do?" Claudia called after him.
"It's in the file." Artie growled.
Claudia grimaced. "Jeez. He's even grumpier than usual now."
Pete sat on the couch next to Claudia. "It's because of HG. He doesn't like her."
"Ya think?" Pete picked up the file and read over the dossier. Claudia eyed him sideways. "What do you think about her?"
"HG?" Claudia nodded. "I don't know." He squinted, uncomfortable. "There's something...off about her. I don't trust her."
"Myka trusts her though. Isn't that enough?"
"Not with her."
"She saved my life, Pete. She saved Artie's life. That doesn't mean anything?"
"Alright. I still don't completely trust her though."
"You seemed to be getting along at breakfast."
Pete smiled. "I didn't say I didn't like her. She certainly liked me in London." He made a smoochie face at Claudia.
"Okay, ew. And lucky for Kelly, HG isn't interested in you."
Pete pouted. "Hey."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you show her the croissant thing she will be."
Pete grinned. "Seventeen. I can get seventeen in my mouth."
"I know." Claudia closed the computer. "So what do these spurs do?"
Artie entered his office like a tempest, grumbling to himself. "Hello, Artie." Leena greeted him calmly. He grumbled louder and waved her off. She watched him storm about angrily.
"...that woman..."
Leena closed the book in her hands. She walked over and sat next to Artie at his desk. "Artie, we need to talk."
"About what?" He barked.
"Wells."
"I don't want to talk about that woman!"
"Artie." She said his name quietly, but sternly. He calmed. "Whether you like it or not, she is here to stay. You need to get used to her being here."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I do not trust that woman."
"Do you trust Myka?"
"That's silly, of course I do."
"Do you trust that Myka makes good choices? That her heart is always in the right place?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then you trust that she made the right decision about HG?" Artie made an angry face. "If you can't trust HG, at least trust Myka."
"I will never trust that villainous woman."
"Try to be nice to her, Artie. For Myka. Trust Myka. Artie," she waited for him to look at her. "Do this for Myka. She needs it."
Artie was quiet a long time, but Leena was patient. Finally he responded, "I will try. For Myka."
Myka and Helena returned home late in the evening. Tucked under the tree on the side of the bed and breakfast, safe under the blanket of darkness in the car, Helena took Myka's hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "Today meant a lot to me, Myka. Thank you."
Myka blushed at the gesture and smiled at Helena's hand clasping hers tightly. "You're welcome, Helena. I just wish it wasn't going to take two to three weeks to get your things here." Myka squeezed HG's hand and sighed quietly. She was exhausted from spending most of the day on a plane, and this was the last moment of true freedom she would have with Helena. Myka raised her girlfriend's hand to her lips and placed a long, lingering kiss against it. "Come on."
Helena smirked, "Once more unto the breach, dear friend."
"Something like that." Myka squeezed Helena's hand and let go as she opened the car door.
It was quiet inside, everyone winding down for bed. The soft sound of clicking keys filtered from the dining room. Myka could tell from the speed that it was Claudia. She peeked around the doorframe to see the young woman sitting at the table, headphones on and bobbing her head slightly to the music. She was surrounded by books and papers, typing up a paper for class. Myka grinned at her and turned to Helena, who smiled brightly and rubbed her arm approvingly. School fit her.
"Oh!" Pete's voice reverberated through the downstairs. "Take that! Yeah!" He was clearly watching sports.
"Oh good, you're home." Myka turned to greet Artie with a weary smile. Helena put on her best face. "Good evening Myka," he looked at Helena and flashed the fastest, weakest smile a human was capable of. "Helena." She raised her eyebrows in shock. Artie pushed his glasses up and continued without pause. "I called customs, spoke to a woman about some things regarding-it doesn't matter. Your things should be here in a few days."
The great H. G. Wells was speechless. "Uh, w-" She took a breath. "Thank you, Artie. I very much appreciate it."
Artie huffed. "I didn't do it for you." He glanced sideways at Myka.
A hint of disappointment fell over Helena's face. "Well, I appreciate it nevertheless."
He grumbled a "You're welcome" under his breath and quickly shuffled down the hall.
The two women looked at each other blankly. "That was..." Myka began.
"Odd," Helena finished. "And the work of a woman with surety."
"Do you think Leena could have said something?"
Helena shrugged. "What other explanation is there?"
Several possibilities flashed through Myka's mind. "I'd rather not think about it."
Leena came around the corner, headed upstairs with fresh sheets. "Hello," she smiled.
"Thank you. Whatever you did or said to him, thank you." Myka told her.
Leena smiled warmly. "It was nothing, but you're welcome." She climbed the stairs. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you're interested."
"Oh spectacular, I'm famished." Helena made off for the kitchen.