W13 FANFIC: Wherever You Find Love, It Feels Like Christmas (3/3)
Title: Wherever You Find Love, It Feels Like Christmas
Pairing: Myka/HG
Rating: T/PG-13
Word Count: 7,204 (total)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously, this really needs to be said?
Summary: Mid-Season 2 and onward AU. The holiday season is the perfect time to start over and add a little something new…
AN: I untinentionally referenced Speed in here, which I used to know backwards and maybe still do. One last song!
PS: Two of the things in this part can be found in my room. One's still in my stocking.
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Part Three: The Loving Family I Hold Dear
Christmas Morning, Six Years Later
Helena woke to the faintest hint of sunlight, the warmth of Myka’s body next to hers, and the sound of scampering in the hallway steadily getting louder. Myka smiled without opening her eyes. “Incoming,” she murmured. Sure enough, the bedroom door burst open a moment later and a four-year-old with riotous brown curls and dark, sparkling eyes launched herself at the bed.
“Mummy mommy mummy mommy mummy mommyyyy!!! It’s Christmaaaaaaasss!!!” She landed on top of her parents and started bouncing up and down.
Helena groaned and rolled over. “Yes, sweetie, we know it’s Christmas,” she mumbled before yanking the girl into a surprise hug and tickle-torture. She shrieked, and Myka winced, covering her head with a pillow.
“Ugh, what time is it?” the brunette groaned.
Helena glanced at the clock. “Six-thirty, darling,” she replied cheerfully, fighting to keep a smile off her face.
“I was up at five but Auntie Claudia and Uncle Pete made me wait,” their daughter said, finally having stopped bouncing. “We played Monopoly.”
“Figures those two would be up early,” Myka said with a roll of her eyes.
“Like it’s really going to change after all these years,” Helena commented.
“True, especially now that they have a partner in crime.”
“Evangeline Bering-Wells…” they heard Claudia sing-song from the hall. “I think Santa caaaaaame….”
“Presents!” Evey shrieked, leaping from the bed and sprinting out the door. Helena and Myka could hear the two girls clomping down the stairs, Pete calling after them.
The two women took a moment to enjoy the morning’s silent stillness, knowing it wouldn’t last long. After sharing a long, loving gaze, Myka smiled and pulled her wife into a soft but passionate kiss. “Mm, good morning,” she murmured against her lips.
Helena chuckled as they broke apart. “Good morning, darling. Merry Christmas.”
“Same to you, Helena.”
Their courtship, if their headlong dive into love could be called that, had lasted over a year. The threat of losing each other when Warehouse 2 nearly collapsed on top of them sent them tumbling into each other’s arms in a first frantic but tender joining beneath the desert night. When time was reversed to prevent the explosion of Warehouse 13, Myka knelt and proposed on the spot.
“We need to stop doing these things after near disasters,” Helena had commented.
“I’ve yet to hear you complain,” her love had replied.
Claudia and Steve, the Warehouse’s newest agent, were the ones who had figured out how to let them have a daughter who was truly theirs. It did involve artifacts, some of Claudia’s tweaking, and a fair bit of praying that Artie wouldn’t catch them, but all went well, and on December 17th, Myka gave birth to Evangeline Christina Bering-Wells.
Now, six years and a day since they’d first kissed in the snow, Myka and Helena lay content in each other’s arms on Christmas morning.
“We should get up,” Myka said, voice still thick with sleep.
“Do we have to?” Helena protested.
Myka chuckled. “Do you really want Evey jumping on us again?”
“Ah, good point.”
Reluctant to relinquish their closeness, the two dressed each other in their warm, fuzzy robes and matching slippers - Christmas gifts from the year before - and headed downstairs.
The entire Warehouse clan was already in the living room - even Artie, who was falling back asleep on the couch. Everyone was halfway through their stockings, and Evey and Claudia were squealing over iTunes gift cards: Claudia because she could get the latest Florence + the Machine album and Evey because she could get more audiobooks - like mothers, like daughter. When Helena was halfway through her own stocking, she pulled out a box of chocolate treats marked “Candy Coal.” She turned to Myka and slowly arched an eyebrow, the culprit herself trying to hold back a grin.
“Really, darling?” she whispered.
Myka smirked. “Oh, I think we’ve both done our fair share of naughty things this year.”
Helena actually blushed. “Ah, aisle 276A. Another good point.”
“You said it, not me,” the brunette replied, holding her hands up in a show of innocence. Helena scowled, reaching into Myka’s stocking and throwing a small pack of Twizzlers at her head. The agent caught them easily and immediately opened the package.
“Before breakfast?” Leena whined, seeing their antics.
Myka gave her a sheepish grin. “I’ll only have one.”
“Yeah, right,” Pete, Claudia, and Steve all said at once. It was Myka’s turn to glower.
Thanks to Pete, Claudia, and Evey, presents were opened with record speed amidst flying wrapping paper and crows of delight. The others took their time, exchanging heartfelt thanks for each. When Helena got to her last present, she couldn’t help but notice that everyone but Evey and Artie - mostly because Evey was on Artie’s lap showing off her illustrated Complete Works of Lewis Carroll - was watching intently.
“Careful, it’s kinda fragile,” Myka said, and Helena couldn’t help but notice that her wife was blushing, her voice tentative. Casting a wary glance her way, the Victorian carefully unwrapped and opened the box.
It was a good thing she was sitting, for if she hadn’t been, she would have swooned on the spot. Tears filled her eyes as she examined the snow globe; within were the two unmistakable figures of her and Myka, arms wrapped around each other as they shared a loving gaze. With trembling hands, Helena twisted the key beneath the base and shook the globe, watching as the miniature couple made slow spins beneath the falling snow to the chime of “O Holy Night.” Gasping and placing a hand over her mouth, she looked to Myka for an explanation. Her wife was biting her lip and twirling a curl around her finger.
“I had it specially made,” Myka mumbled. “I thought it would - ” She was cut off as Helena pulled her into a deep kiss, gently placing the snow globe down before throwing her arms around her neck. After a startled moment, Myka returned the embrace with the same passion. Behind them, Evey made retching noises until Claudia reached over and bopped her on the back of the head.
“I take it you like it then?” Myka asked as they broke the kiss for air. Helena wrapped her in a tight hug.
“It’s absolutely beautiful, darling,” she whispered, pulling back to cup Myka’s cheeks in her hands. “Thank you.”
Myka beamed. “Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary, Helena.”
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That afternoon, Leena was dancing around the kitchen with Helena’s help while Artie and Myka set the table for Christmas dinner. Steve, Claudia, Pete, and Evey were sitting on the couch watching The Muppet Christmas Carol for the umpty-ninth time, Evey clutching her new stuffed Rizzo the Rat as the four of them sang along with the Ghost of Christmas Present.
“…It’s true, wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas! / It is the season of the heart, a special time of caring, / The ways of love made clear….”
Through the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen, Helena and Myka shared a knowing smile.
Happy/Merry (Belated) Christmas!!!
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Part One
Part Two