Sweet Dreams
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG-ish+
Spoiler: season 2
Disclaimer: If I did own the rights to these lovely ladies they would have a lot more fun - trust me.
Summary: Myka and Helena have a quiet conversation during Helena’s first night at Leena’s. Realizing how Helena is still struggling with her dark time in the bronze sector, Myka reaches out to her to offer comfort and friendship, and who knows, perhaps even something more?
Sweet Dreams
Myka sighed as she settled into the bed. She stared up into the ceiling and let her thoughts wander to the woman in the room next door.
HG freaking Wells was in the next room to hers. Myka chuckled. It was still hard to believe that the HG Wells was actually a woman, a beautiful, wonderful woman, who also happened to be alive. And currently quietly moving around in the room next to Myka’s.
Myka listened to the sounds, trying to figure out what Helena was doing. Finally she heard a slight creak and realized that Helena was in bed. Myka chewed on her lip wondering what Helena wore in bed. She blushed when she realized the direction of her thoughts. She turned over on her side trying to go to sleep. Helena was here to stay. She knew this only affected her because it was new. Myka jumped when her phone buzzed. She grabbed it and chuckled. Helena.
She opened the text message.
“Are you sleeping?”
Myka quickly typed in her one word answer. “No”
The phone rang.
“What’s wrong?” Myka asked concerned.
“Oh nothing really,” Helena said a little vaguely. “I just can’t sleep. I’m still getting accustomed to sleeping in strange places.”
“I’m sorry. I wish you could be in your own house,” Myka said honestly.
“I know darling. It’s not so much the house I miss, as the familiar surroundings and sounds.”
“This will perhaps become familiar too?” Myka suggested.
“It will,” Helena agreed. She sighed softly on the other end. “I’m struggling with the quietness here. I’m afraid that it reminds me of my years in solitude.”
“Oh Helena,” Myka mumbled as she started to get choked up. “Do you… do you want to come over?” she asked softly.
There was a moments silence on the line before Helena spoke. “May I?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you darling.”
The line was dead as Helena hung up. Myka put the phone away and turned on the bedside lamp just as there was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” she said in a loud whisper.
Helena quickly stepped through the door and closed it behind her. She stood there for a moment smiling at Myka. She was dressed in a dark robe and she was barefoot.
“Come over here before you get cold,” Myka whispered.
Helena chuckled and crossed the room. She took off her robe to reveal a white tank top and panties. She placed the robe on the chair next to the bed before slipping into bed next to Myka. She faced her and smiled.
“Thank you Myka. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Myka smiled and nodded. “I know I can never fully understand what you’ve been through, but I’ve had my share of upsetting events when I needed comforting.”
Helena nodded. “I’m afraid that the silence and darkness are having a very unsettling effect on me tonight. I had to keep moving my body in order to convince myself I was not still stuck inside that hell of a prison.”
Myka made a face and gently touched Helena’s arm.
“I’m sorry.” She rubbed Helena’s arm in a comforting way. To her surprise Helena moved closer and put her arm around Myka’s waist.
“Just feeling you next to me is comforting Myka,” Helena confessed. “To feel the warmth from your body and hearing your heart beat. It is very soothing.”
“Do you want me to hold you?” Myka whispered.
Helena’s dark eyes met hers and she nodded.
“I’d really like that. If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Turn over.”
Helena rolled over until her back was facing Myka. She sighed and smiled when she felt Myka smooth down her hair before pressing up against her and putting her arm around her waist.
“Thank you darling. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight Helena.”
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Helena slept better that night than she had done in over a hundred years. When she left Myka’s room the following morning she glanced longingly at the sleeping woman in the bed, wondering if she would ever experience the bliss of sleeping in Myka’s arms again.