Be Good to Me - Chapter 2/9
“HG,” she mumbled.
“Oh its HG now,” the voice said, a bit tense now. “You used to whisper my name over and over like a mantra as you came undone below me.”
Myka put the guitar down and, irritated, got up. She turned and faced the woman from her past.
“That name belongs to someone else now,” she said curtly. She folded her arms scowling at HG.
“Ah yes, the alluring Helena Peabody,” she said and chuckled. She stepped closer, invading Myka’s personal space. She gently tucked a lock of Myka’s hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “I’ve been searching for you for months my darling,” she said softly and smiled at Myka.
“Please,” Myka whispered and took a step back.
“What? Do you think I would just give up? That I would not fight for you?” HG said, astonished. She grabbed Myka’s arm and turned her around. Myka pulled away from her.
“What do you want?”
“I came to see you darling,” HG said softly and sat down on the sun bed Myka had just been sitting on. She caressed the guitar and looked up at Myka. “I had no idea that you played.”
“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Myka muttered.
“I know and it saddens me. We never really had a chance to get to know each other,” HG said with a sigh. “We were enemies, then coworkers, and for a short time, friends before we became…”
Myka cut her off and took the guitar from her.
“What do you want HG?” she said exasperated.
“I want to know why you left,” HG said and looked up at her.
Myka laughed and shook her head. She looked down at HG and smirked.
“You came all this way for that?” she said and laughed. “You know why I left,” she added, a bit harsher this time.
“No I don’t,” HG snapped.
“You betrayed me,” Myka said heatedly. “You made me trust you and I lost everything.”
“I did no such thing,” HG said and got up. She grabbed Myka by the shoulders. “I can’t make you do anything, I never could. Your actions are your own Myka.”
“Yes they are, but you manipulated me into believing you,” Myka said, raising her voice slightly as she pulled away from HG.
“You wanted to believe me because you knew it was the right thing to do,” HG concluded.
“Yes!” Myka cried out. She covered her face with her hands.
HG gently removed Myka’s hands and held them.
“Darling, you were right.”
“What?” Myka said confused.
“The only thing that I was chastised for, was getting close to you. The Regents were furious with me for falling in love with you and acting upon those feelings. They felt that I had come close to jeopardizing the entire operation.”
“What are you talking about?” Myka snapped. She glared at HG.
“Come, sit with me,” HG said and pulled Myka over to the sun bed.
Once they were seated next to each other HG smiled at Myka.
“I was the key component in an operation that had taken decades to plan. Apparently the Regents wanted the map to Warehouse 2. Somehow they had figured out that I knew where it was. They had searched everywhere for it, but were unable to find it. During this process one of them realized the potential of Warehouse 2 and started his own investigation. It was his actions that brought on the events leading to me being here today. As bad as he was, and as corrupt as his reasons were, I still have him to thank for being free, for being alive.”
HG sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Myka remained silent next to her. HG glanced at her before she continued.
“When I asked to be bronzed it didn’t just happen overnight. There was a long process leading up to it. What I told you about the Regents agreeing to it, is true. I left out the length of the agreement. I was bronzed in the late summer of 1900. I was supposed to remain there for fifteen years. At that time however, things were different. The world was not the same anymore.”
“The first World War,” Myka whispered.
“Exactly. The truth is that they forgot about me. Then when they started to ship things to Warehouse 13 I was grouped in with the rest of the bronze sector inhabitants. I’ve been told that my record was lost. That would’ve been the time when they could’ve brought me back, but no one but the Regents knew about the arrangement. Everyone else assumed that once in bronze, always in bronze.”
“Oh God, Helena,” Myka whispered.
”The Regents are different Myka,” HG tried to explain. “They know things and feel things differently. Sometimes I’m not sure if they are totally human,” she joked.
“Like Mrs. Frederic,” Myka mumbled.
HG chuckled and nodded. She squeezed Myka’s hand.
“I believe she’s in a league of her own, but you get my point. Anyway, I was as you know brought back by McPherson. It was unfortunate that I had to kill him. I had been ordered to not take any chances. I’m not an assassin, but I have taken lives before, and I will again. That is what I’ve been trained for and the level I operate at. I was never an ordinary agent Myka. I was trained to obtain the most dangerous artifacts there are. I was part of a secret group within the Warehouse operation.”
“What?” Myka gaped at her. “I’ve never heard of something like that.”
“It’s on a need to know basis,” HG said with a sad smile. She looked Myka in the eyes. “I was sent to you to infiltrate your group. It was meant to flush out the corrupt Regent and any associates of his. I was under strict orders not to reveal anything about this to anyone, not even a lover,” she said softly.
Myka’s eyes hardened. She glared at HG.
“You did play me, you played us all,” she accused.
“I guess I did, but not in the way you think. It was a test of character, and you passed with flying colors Myka. You scored higher than any of them, even though you did lose quite a few points for letting me into your bed,” HG said with an amused smile.
Myka glared at her and pulled away.
“How do I know that any of this is true?”
“Ask any of them,” HG offered. “I’ve been working out of London for the past six months, but before that I was back at Warehouse 13. I returned less than a week after you were gone.”
“What’s in London?” Myka demanded to know.
“I’m sorry darling, but I cannot tell you that,” HG said with a sigh.
“Don’t give me that crap,” Myka said angrily and got up. She paced in front of HG, clearly agitated. “You claim that you were on the right side the entire time, then why did they haul you off in shackles?”
“It was all to keep up the appearance. They weren’t sure if any of your team was involved. They actually had their eyes on Artie.”
“Artie?” Myka said stunned. “He’s the most straight…” she stopped half-way through when she realized why they might have been looking at Artie. “Russia?” she whispered and looked at HG.
“Yes, Russia. And combine that with his closeness to McPherson,” HG confirmed. “Don’t worry Myka, Artie has been cleared. He was never involved in this.”
“Of course he wasn’t,” Myka muttered.
“The Regents asked me to talk to you to request that you reconsider your resignation. I told them that I would probably be the last person to be able to convince you to return, but they disagreed.”
“My life is here now,” Myka muttered.
“You were a good agent Myka, one of the best I’ve ever worked with. It would be a shame to waste your talent,” she said softly. She got up and slowly approached Myka. To her relief Myka did not move away. HG put her hands on Myka’s arms. “I heard you play tonight darling. You seem to get a lot of joy out of it, but I know that you also got a lot of joy out of keeping this world safe. Please at least think about it.”
“Myka? What’s going on?”
The two of them jumped at the voice behind them. Myka pulled herself free from HG and walked over to Helena. She put her arms around her hugging her.
“Who’s this?” she asked and looked at Myka.
“An old colleague of mine, Helena Wells,” Myka mumbled.
“Helena?” she said surprised. When Myka’s words sank in she realized who this woman really was. She grabbed Myka’s chin. “The Helena?” she asked.
“Yes,” Myka whispered.
To be Continued...
“Oh its HG now,” the voice said, a bit tense now. “You used to whisper my name over and over like a mantra as you came undone below me.”
Myka put the guitar down and, irritated, got up. She turned and faced the woman from her past.
“That name belongs to someone else now,” she said curtly. She folded her arms scowling at HG.
“Ah yes, the alluring Helena Peabody,” she said and chuckled. She stepped closer, invading Myka’s personal space. She gently tucked a lock of Myka’s hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “I’ve been searching for you for months my darling,” she said softly and smiled at Myka.
“Please,” Myka whispered and took a step back.
“What? Do you think I would just give up? That I would not fight for you?” HG said, astonished. She grabbed Myka’s arm and turned her around. Myka pulled away from her.
“What do you want?”
“I came to see you darling,” HG said softly and sat down on the sun bed Myka had just been sitting on. She caressed the guitar and looked up at Myka. “I had no idea that you played.”
“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Myka muttered.
“I know and it saddens me. We never really had a chance to get to know each other,” HG said with a sigh. “We were enemies, then coworkers, and for a short time, friends before we became…”
Myka cut her off and took the guitar from her.
“What do you want HG?” she said exasperated.
“I want to know why you left,” HG said and looked up at her.
Myka laughed and shook her head. She looked down at HG and smirked.
“You came all this way for that?” she said and laughed. “You know why I left,” she added, a bit harsher this time.
“No I don’t,” HG snapped.
“You betrayed me,” Myka said heatedly. “You made me trust you and I lost everything.”
“I did no such thing,” HG said and got up. She grabbed Myka by the shoulders. “I can’t make you do anything, I never could. Your actions are your own Myka.”
“Yes they are, but you manipulated me into believing you,” Myka said, raising her voice slightly as she pulled away from HG.
“You wanted to believe me because you knew it was the right thing to do,” HG concluded.
“Yes!” Myka cried out. She covered her face with her hands.
HG gently removed Myka’s hands and held them.
“Darling, you were right.”
“What?” Myka said confused.
“The only thing that I was chastised for, was getting close to you. The Regents were furious with me for falling in love with you and acting upon those feelings. They felt that I had come close to jeopardizing the entire operation.”
“What are you talking about?” Myka snapped. She glared at HG.
“Come, sit with me,” HG said and pulled Myka over to the sun bed.
Once they were seated next to each other HG smiled at Myka.
“I was the key component in an operation that had taken decades to plan. Apparently the Regents wanted the map to Warehouse 2. Somehow they had figured out that I knew where it was. They had searched everywhere for it, but were unable to find it. During this process one of them realized the potential of Warehouse 2 and started his own investigation. It was his actions that brought on the events leading to me being here today. As bad as he was, and as corrupt as his reasons were, I still have him to thank for being free, for being alive.”
HG sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Myka remained silent next to her. HG glanced at her before she continued.
“When I asked to be bronzed it didn’t just happen overnight. There was a long process leading up to it. What I told you about the Regents agreeing to it, is true. I left out the length of the agreement. I was bronzed in the late summer of 1900. I was supposed to remain there for fifteen years. At that time however, things were different. The world was not the same anymore.”
“The first World War,” Myka whispered.
“Exactly. The truth is that they forgot about me. Then when they started to ship things to Warehouse 13 I was grouped in with the rest of the bronze sector inhabitants. I’ve been told that my record was lost. That would’ve been the time when they could’ve brought me back, but no one but the Regents knew about the arrangement. Everyone else assumed that once in bronze, always in bronze.”
“Oh God, Helena,” Myka whispered.
”The Regents are different Myka,” HG tried to explain. “They know things and feel things differently. Sometimes I’m not sure if they are totally human,” she joked.
“Like Mrs. Frederic,” Myka mumbled.
HG chuckled and nodded. She squeezed Myka’s hand.
“I believe she’s in a league of her own, but you get my point. Anyway, I was as you know brought back by McPherson. It was unfortunate that I had to kill him. I had been ordered to not take any chances. I’m not an assassin, but I have taken lives before, and I will again. That is what I’ve been trained for and the level I operate at. I was never an ordinary agent Myka. I was trained to obtain the most dangerous artifacts there are. I was part of a secret group within the Warehouse operation.”
“What?” Myka gaped at her. “I’ve never heard of something like that.”
“It’s on a need to know basis,” HG said with a sad smile. She looked Myka in the eyes. “I was sent to you to infiltrate your group. It was meant to flush out the corrupt Regent and any associates of his. I was under strict orders not to reveal anything about this to anyone, not even a lover,” she said softly.
Myka’s eyes hardened. She glared at HG.
“You did play me, you played us all,” she accused.
“I guess I did, but not in the way you think. It was a test of character, and you passed with flying colors Myka. You scored higher than any of them, even though you did lose quite a few points for letting me into your bed,” HG said with an amused smile.
Myka glared at her and pulled away.
“How do I know that any of this is true?”
“Ask any of them,” HG offered. “I’ve been working out of London for the past six months, but before that I was back at Warehouse 13. I returned less than a week after you were gone.”
“What’s in London?” Myka demanded to know.
“I’m sorry darling, but I cannot tell you that,” HG said with a sigh.
“Don’t give me that crap,” Myka said angrily and got up. She paced in front of HG, clearly agitated. “You claim that you were on the right side the entire time, then why did they haul you off in shackles?”
“It was all to keep up the appearance. They weren’t sure if any of your team was involved. They actually had their eyes on Artie.”
“Artie?” Myka said stunned. “He’s the most straight…” she stopped half-way through when she realized why they might have been looking at Artie. “Russia?” she whispered and looked at HG.
“Yes, Russia. And combine that with his closeness to McPherson,” HG confirmed. “Don’t worry Myka, Artie has been cleared. He was never involved in this.”
“Of course he wasn’t,” Myka muttered.
“The Regents asked me to talk to you to request that you reconsider your resignation. I told them that I would probably be the last person to be able to convince you to return, but they disagreed.”
“My life is here now,” Myka muttered.
“You were a good agent Myka, one of the best I’ve ever worked with. It would be a shame to waste your talent,” she said softly. She got up and slowly approached Myka. To her relief Myka did not move away. HG put her hands on Myka’s arms. “I heard you play tonight darling. You seem to get a lot of joy out of it, but I know that you also got a lot of joy out of keeping this world safe. Please at least think about it.”
“Myka? What’s going on?”
The two of them jumped at the voice behind them. Myka pulled herself free from HG and walked over to Helena. She put her arms around her hugging her.
“Who’s this?” she asked and looked at Myka.
“An old colleague of mine, Helena Wells,” Myka mumbled.
“Helena?” she said surprised. When Myka’s words sank in she realized who this woman really was. She grabbed Myka’s chin. “The Helena?” she asked.
“Yes,” Myka whispered.
To be Continued...