What ever happened to Helena G. Wells? Ch 9
Title: What ever happened to Helena G. Wells?
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG to M
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely ladies. Not writing for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: Helena is being held at the Sanctury under the supervision of Helen Magnus. Will her past history with Helena make it possible for Helen to treat her? Myka learns more about Helena's past. Spoiler for Season 2 finale Reset. HG Wells/Myka B. Crossover with Sanctuary.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Myka took a longer route than usual back to her room after dinner. She had been disappointed that Helen had not been present at the dinner table, but she understood that she needed to spend time alone with Helena. Still it made her cringe thinking about the two of them having dinner together. Knowing both women’s love for candle light she was sure that any dinner setting for the two of them would be quite romantic in nature. It didn’t matter that it was what they were used to and that they took comfort in little things that reminded them of the old days, Myka still felt the sharp sting of jealousy burn inside of her.
As she turned a corner she heard music. Surprised she walked in the direction it was coming from. The door was slightly ajar so she peeked inside. She saw Helen sitting quietly sipping a cognac while watching Helena play. She silently slipped through the door. Helen, always observant glanced in her direction. She smiled at her and waived her over. She sank down on the seat next to her. When Helen reached out and took her hand she squeezed it gently in a quiet thank you.
Myka just stared at Helena as she played. She was so beautiful. Her slender fingers floated gracefully over the keys. Her white shirt was a stark contrast to the dark wood of the piano. Myka almost felt like she was watching an old black and white movie. She felt Helen lean closer and whisper in her ear. “This is what she played that time I told you about, when she was a little girl.”
Myka nodded. She wasn’t too familiar with classical music so she appreciated the guidance. Chopin, she thought.
The music ended and Helena rested her hands on her thighs as she sat for a moment with her eyes closed, lost in thought.
“Go to her,” Helen whispered and gave Myka a gently push.
Myka walked over and sat down next to Helena on the piano bench. Helena startled and looked up at her. “Myka,” she whispered.
Myka smiled. “That was beautiful.”
“Thank you darling,” Helena said and smiled.
Myka reached up and tucked Helena’s hair behind her ear. “You are beautiful,” she whispered.
Helena’s eyes twinkled and she leaned closer and pressed her lips against Myka’s. It reminded her of another kiss that she had experienced so many years ago, by this very same piano. She fought the tears and instead wrapped her arms around Myka and pulled her closer. She opened her eyes when she heard the door close. She pulled away from Myka and took her hands. “We’re alone,” she said.
Myka looked over her shoulder. Helen was gone.
“Come,” she said and squeezed Myka’s hand. She led her over to the window. Standing behind Myka she wrapped her arms around her. “I need you Myka,” she whispered softly.
Myka turned in her arms. “I need you too Helena, but…” she didn’t know how to put her feelings into words. She kissed her softly. “I love you Helena,” she whispered against her lips. “But I don’t think I’m ready to accept that you have healed.”
Helena sighed. “I don’t know if I ever will, completely.”
“I’m here for you. You aren’t alone. I want this as much as you do,” she gently caressed Helena’s cheek. “You don’t have to be perfect, no one is. I just want to have the woman I fell in love with back,” Myka said gently.
Helena sniffled and nodded. “I’m trying. I really am.”
“I know you are. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe in you.”
Helena smiled. “You were very angry with me when I first saw you here.”
“I thought you had given up, and I just couldn’t accept that.”
Helena nodded. “I was close to.”
“You have to fight Helena,” she said passionately.
Helena chuckled. “That’s what you said that awful day in Yellowstone.”
“I believed in you even then hon,” Myka said softly. “I just couldn’t accept that you had thrown everything away, that nothing mattered anymore, that I didn’t matter to you anymore. If that was really true, I had no reason for living either.”
Helena startled. “Is that why you made me point the gun to your head?” she asked. Myka could hear the fear in her voice.
“Yes,” she said and her voice broke. Helena cupped her cheeks and made her look at her. She saw a storm in Helena’s eyes and it scared her.
“Myka, we don’t know how this will end. I might never be let out,” she said seriously. “I don’t even know if I will survive this,” she added tiredly. “What I do know is that I need you to be safe and alive. Promise me that no matter what, you will go on with your life, and find happiness.”
Myka felt tears run down her cheeks. “I don’t know Helena. What I feel for you is so strong, it scares me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. When you were gone, it felt like my chest was one big dark hole that just kept growing until it would engulf me and damn me to eternal darkness.”
Helena shivered and pulled her close. “Dear god,” she whispered.
“Every time I touch you I feel like my soul is about to burst with happiness,” Myka whispered. “But now, I’m scared. What if this is the last time? What if I will never feel you again?”
Helena led her over to the sofa and sat down. She cradled Myka in her arms.”I know darling, trust me I know,” she whispered.
Myka looked up at her. Her mascara was schmeared and she had dark streaks on her cheeks, but it didn’t matter to Helena. She was still so incredibly beautiful. She grabbed her head and pulled her to her, crashing their lips together in a kiss so desperate it took her breath away. She felt Myka’s hands in her hair pulling her even closer. She tasted her mouth and heard her whimper when their tongues touched. Finally she pulled away. Out of breath she pulled Myka’s head against her neck and just held her. “I want you so much it hurts,” she whispered.
Myka kissed her neck. “I know.”
“Whatever happens darling, I am going to make love to you again,” Helena promised.
Helen carefully removed the lid and peeked inside the old box. It had been years since she last touched these items. She just hoped that the tempered storage area in the underground vault had kept them in pristine condition.
One by one she put the items down on her desk. Each carrying with it a cherished memory. Some she had forgotten she even had. She picked up a small framed picture and gently caressed the faces. Three smiling faces looked up at her. She didn’t need to check the date, she knew it by heart, June 19, 1897. She debated showing it to Helena, unsure of how she would react. How she would feel about the family she had had and lost. She looked so happy in the picture. Helena was sitting with Christina standing next to her, a protective arm around the girl’s waist. She was standing behind Helena with a hand on her shoulder. It had been a wonderful summer, 1897. They had spent time together at Helena’s estate just doing simple things. She and Christina had grown closer that summer. She remembered one particular tender moment when Christina had fallen asleep with her head in her lap. She had watched her sleep while gently caressing her hair. When she looked up she had seen Helena standing there watching them, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Helena had picked the girl up and carried her to her own room. When she returned she had taken Helen in her arms, kissing her fiercely. She had made love to her that night with more passion than she had ever experienced. Helen sighed. Whatever she had had with Helena had been gone forever after Christina’s death. Not until she lost Ashley had she really been able to fully understand that intense pain and sheer hatred for the people who had hurt your child. She put the photo aside. She would keep it for now. There was no reason to cause more pain than necessary.
She finally selected a few items and put them aside. She carefully returned the other ones to the box and replaced the lid. Searching for a moment she found a smaller box perfect for the purpose. With the small box in hand she left the room.