Fuck this, I can't write.
I don't fucking know what this is. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
Helena Wells was not good at waiting. Waiting meant being idle, and being idle reminded her of her self inflicted sentence in the Bronze Sector and the events to pass afterwards. Being idle meant being only an image trapped inside what Claudia lovingly referred to as a 'pokeball'. Helena just couldn't be idle, and yet she had no choice this time either. She tapped her foot rapidly, kept her eyes purposefully off of the walls, and cursed once again that Myka wouldn't allow for her to go in the next room with her. She only wanted to be at her side, but her wife, the bundle of hormones what she was, refused and now she was stuck, waiting. Bloody hell, she hated waiting. Helena let her mind wander back to the days that led up to this, from her past in Warehouse 12, to being Bronzed, to her betrayal, to eventually earning the trust of the warehouse and most importantly, Myka's. She would never work there again, but she was pleased to be back in the agents' lives. In many ways it had been as if she never left, but each morning that she worked in a law office doing data entry, she longed to be running around the world for artifacts. She even missed inventing. There was so much she had missed out on in one hundred years, so much she wanted to learn. So she did, enrolling in college for a second time, only online, and a couple of her own inventions were to thank for making it through, as the cost was just rediculas. What surprised Helena the most was the night Myka had come to her flat, which was about a half-hour drive from Univille. There was no real explaination for her being there, but Helena just knew that she wanted to see her. She hoped that was why Myka was there, because the beautiful agent wanted to see her too....
"Helena." The voice of her wife brought the inventor out of her thoughts and she leaned back to look into her face. There was a shine to her eyes and she stood up quickly. "She's okay," Myka choked out. Helena didn't say what she wanted to say, that she had already known this and had told Myka this many times.
Instead, she said, "She's okay," and rubbed Myka's shoulders. "You ready to go?"
"Yes." It took another ten minutes to get into the car because the hospital's elevator wanted to go to every floor but the basement where they had parked, and when they did, Helena helped Myka inside. There was a silence as Helena put in the key to start the car, but a hand on her arm stopped her movements. "I haven't done this before, you know this," Myka said softly.
"I don't think it get that much easier after the first time," Helena replied just as softly, grabbing her wife's hand.
"I just felt it, that something was wrong, and I felt like- Like if something happened and you were there to hear it... I wouldn't be able to face you if something happened..."
"Darling, it wouldn't have been your fault if something had happened. Sometimes it just doesn't work out, but no more worries love. She's okay."
Myka sniffled, and then wiped her eyes. Then she let out a small smile. As if to prove her mothers right, there had been a thump, and Myka dragged helena's hand down to her stomache. "She's okay," Myka said again, as if you remind herself of this. Helena leaned over and kissed Myka softly, once on the mouth and again on the forehead.
"She's okay."