Warehouse 13 Fic: Time will Tell: Myka & HG Wells: 5/?
Title:Time will tell (title shamelessly stolen from episode!)
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: Complete and utter time wasting, Myka's musings about HG Wells.
AN2: All my love and thanks to frenhu for making the awesome 'Time will Tell' header above of Myka with a gun (even tho she doesn't watch Warehouse 13- which clearly she SHOULD!)
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
AN: Its for the benefit of everyone concerned that I don't write graphic sex scenes, trust me on that! So you'll have to use your imagination, sorry! I'm not sure if HG is up to no good, or not. I plan this from Myka's POV, about her struggle over whether to believe in HG, and whose side she wants to take etc. I'm not sure it matters much if HG is bad or not, Myka can't resist just the same. Not sure Myka will ever find out one way or the other either. I'm sure this won't be to everyone's liking, i'm struggling with this fic so much. Myka's crazy thoughts are fun to write, but actual interaction between them is not so easy. I think I'm going to run back and hide on the Myka/Pete ship after my extreme failure here. But for what it's worth, I didn't want to leave the story hanging....Chapter 5.
Chapter 5
Even though she has been thinking about nothing but HG Wells in the long lonely weeks, Myka is stunned to find herself face to face with the woman. Caught off guard the way she appears, seemingly from nowhere, almost as if she were a ghost. Which, by rights, is exactly what HG Wells ought to be.
Myka's breath is stolen, her heart is racing. She kicks the dirt with her shoe nervously. This is ridiculous, this whole thing is insane, she chides herself.
Myka feels like the ground is disintegrating beneath her feet. She feels like she is sinking. The one and only thing keeping her upright is HG Wells.
The woman moves closer still, if that's even possible. She pulls Myka's hand, as if leading a child. “Come.” HG Wells whispers.
Myka does as she is told, following obediently behind the other woman in the darkness. After minutes of silence she opens her mouth to utter something along the lines of 'Where are we going?'. But before she has even made a sound, HG turns to face her. She silences Myka with soft reassuring fingertips against her lips. Myka nods, compliantly. It doesn't really matter where they are going, she decides. She feels, just a little, like a lamb being lead to the slaughter. Still, she doesn't turn around. She doesn't scream for Pete. She doesn't make a move to break away from the other woman's hold. She simply doesn't have any desire to.
“Here we are.” HG proclaims, almost victoriously.
“The beach?” Myka asks, confused.
Myka watches as HG Wells removes her shoes, a sight she finds oddly amusing. HG encourages Myka to do the same.
The forge onwards, sand shifting between their feet. There is silence but for the waves lapping against the shore
“I don't understand...” Myka begins.
“This place, is timeless. This ocean hasn't changed for over a hundred years, just like me.” HG's eyes are sparkling at the familiarity of the ocean. And it hits Myka all over again how strange the world must be to the other woman. HG looks lost, so vulnerable, Myka fights the instinct to embrace her.
“Come.” HG beckons. “Sit with me.”
And they sit, side by side, in the moonlight.
“You said it was important.'” Myka prompts her. She can't quite bring herself to sit so still, so silent. She needs answers. She needs reassurance.
“It is.” HG confirms. “I had to see you. And you are important. Terribly important.”
Myka tries to hide the embarrassed smile creeping across her face. “You expect me to believe that?” She asks, even though she is thinking to herself that she wants desperately to believe it. But she can't let herself fall into that trap again.
“I have no expectations, believe what you wish.” HG answers playfully. She reaches towards Myka, running her fingers through Myka's tangle of curls. Myka doesn't pull away. “There are so many things I never dared to believe in. I never dared to believe that i'd be de-bronzed one day. I never dared to believe i'd meet someone like you.”
Myka closes her eyes, enjoining the sensation of the other woman's touch against her skin. “Like me?” Myka asks against her will.
“You are one of a kind, Myka Bering.” It's the first time she's used the name. It captures Myka's heart instantly. She knows she wants never for anyone else to call her by her name again. It belongs to HG. It sounds different from HG's lips than anyone else's.
Myka shakes her head in disbelief.
“You don't think you're special?” HG asks her.
No, she has never thought of herself as special. But she doesn't answer. Instead she utters helplessly
“I really don't understand what you're doing here.”
“I've made you uncomfortable.”HG states, but there is no apology in her tone, only delight.
“Not at all.” Myka protests, finding at last her mask of confidence to hide behind.
“I told you I wanted to see you.” HG repeats, leaning tantalisingly close to the other woman's face.
“For what?” Myka manages to utter.
“This.” HG answers, as she closes the gap between them, and kisses Myka gently, lovingly.
This may have been against Myka's better judgement, if she had stopped to weigh her thoughts at the time. But there was no choice about it. Her desire outweighs every other consideration. Myka feels loved, she feels warm, she feels safe and secure. She wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. She returns the kiss eagerly, surrendering to the other woman's touch. That's all the encouragement HG Wells needs.
XXX
Hours later, Myka wakes. Still on that beach. Sand in her hair. She feels a sense of peace, something that had been eluding her for weeks. She can feel the other woman's heart beating next to hers. She never wants to leave.
When she opens her eyes, she sees HG looking down at her, watching over her while she slept. It makes her instantly self conscious.
“You need to be going soon.” HG whispers in her ear.
Those words slice through Myka's heart. She sits abruptly, mortified, as if HG had slapped her across the face. HG wants her to leave? Of course. She had her fun, played her game. It was over. And Myka was a fool to believe that HG meant any of the things she said. Weeks and weeks of torment, and it came down to this. Myka feels like she has been stabbed right through the heart.
“No. ” HG says quickly, smiling and softening her tone, grabbing Myka by the wrists, gently caressing them. “I don't mean it like that.”
“You made yourself perfectly clear.” Myka tells her, refusing to make eye contact.
“I think you understand my...predicament. There is nothing I want more than to be with you, every second of every day. I have a little matter hanging over my head- the regents hunting me down wanting to damn me to eternity in the hellish existence of the bronze sector.” The words slip so calmly from HG's lips. Myka flinches at the prospect of the bronze sector.
“Of course.” Myka concedes. ” I should go.” But she makes no move to stand. She can't. She can't walk away. She needs HG to walk away from her.
“I need your help” HG tells her. “I can't run for the rest of my life. It is growing more wearisome by the day.”
“Artie won't have anything to do with it, I told you. It's no use. You need to run. To get out of here while you still can. Far away from the warehouse...” Myka's voice broke before she could finish the sentence 'Far away from me.'
“No.” HG answers, resolutely.
“I'm sorry, about everything. If it were up to me, you know things would be different” Myka is speaking quickly, suddenly wanting the painful conversation to be over.
“It is up to you, Myka.” The confidence in the woman's voice, combined with the loving way she utters her name, 'Myka', incline Myka to stop and listen. “I have somewhat of a little plan you might help me with.”
Myka eyes the other woman suspiciously, she can't help wondering if she is being played. She is feeling foolish and used. She wonders if everything HG said, everything HG did, was all to make her feel like she was loved, like she was special. As if HG somehow knew that was irresistible to Myka. That it would be impossible for Myka to walk away. And it is impossible.
The funny thing is, HG needn’t have gone to all the trouble. If there was anything in Myka's power to do for the other woman, she would have done it. Without being asked.
“I thought if I could prove myself to Artie.” HG explains.
“You saved Claudia's life, it made no difference, I'm sorry. You have to forget this.” There is panic in Myka's voice now, because she doesn't think HG understands. Doesn't think she realises that if the regents catch her, they are going to bronze her. No questions asked. No second chances.
“Artie wasn't there, he didn't see Claudia so close to death, life ebbing away from her with every breath. He didn't even know there was any danger until it was all over. But if something could affect him, right in front of his face, that would be a different matter entirely. Something he couldn't ignore.”
“You want to hurt Claudia again? So you can play hero and save her? No.”
“No, Myka. Not Claudia. You.”
The conversation is moving too fast for Myka to keep up. HG pulls a syringe from her pocket.
“What the hell is that?” Myka demands.
“Don't be alarmed. Please. You know I would never harm you.” HG assures her.
“You just said that's exactly what you planned to do.” Myka tells her, horrified. Feeling foolish for going along with this so far, and yet still making no move to leave. She believes HG, or she wants to believe her, she can't tell the difference anymore.
“It's a virus. I created it myself. I have the antedote.”
Myka shudders as she stares at that syringe, the eerie coloured liquid glowing in the pale moonlight. She thinks of unknown viruses spreading the world causing mass destruction. And she allows herself to wonder, for the first time, if the regents might have had a reason for the bronzing of HG Wells.
“I can see what you're thinking, I don't blame you for your reluctance. But please hear me out.”
Myka can't resist. “Alright.”
If she didn’t believe in HG just a little, she would have turned and run, screaming for Pete, long ago. She is mesmerised, captivated. And she wants HG to explain it. Wants HG to prove she isn't all those things Artie says she is. She needs to believe it.
“I could inject you with this.” She indicated the syringe in her hand. “The effects would begin almost instantly. Small things at first. You'd deteriorate day by day. Artie would no doubt try to find a cure. He would watch the life draining from you, powerless to help you. You wouldn’t feel any pain, I promise you that. It's like going to sleep. I would never let anything bad happen to you. Believe me.”
Myka nods, she does believe it. God help her, she believes it.
HG continues “And at the last minute, when they have given up all hope, there I will be, cure in my hand, to save the day. How could he turn me away after that?”
“No.” Myka shakes her head instantly. “No way.”
HG's face falls, as if she is disappointed. As if she expected Myka to proclaim 'Yeah, great idea.'
“You wouldn't be harmed, in any way Myka, you know I wouldn't harm you, Don't be afraid.”
“That is not what I am afraid of.” Myka explains. Truthfully, it's not such a crazy idea. “I don't think you have any comprehension of Artie Nielson. It wouldn’t make a difference to him. You'd walk in, save my life, and he'd turn you straight over the the regents. He'd probably suspect you of orchestrating the whole thing. And then what?” Myka asks, tears forming in her eyes.
HG sits back, surveying the other woman “We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“No. You have to leave. Just run. That's the best thing I can tell you. Just go.” Myka tells her, becoming almost hysterical in her insistence.
“What kind of a life is that, Myka? With countless regents all over the world hunting me like an animal? I'll never be safe. I can't live like that. It's scarcely better then being bronzed, looking over my shoulder, just waiting. And all alone.”
“It's just not going to work.” Myka repeats, shaking her head sadly.
“Have some faith in me.” HG implores her.
“I can't let you do this. There is nothing I can do to stop them, if they find you, do you understand?”Myka asks her.
“Just let me try.” HG pleads gently, smiling so sweetly, so captivatingly, as if both their lives weren't dangling precariously in the balance.
“No.”
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: Complete and utter time wasting, Myka's musings about HG Wells.
AN2: All my love and thanks to frenhu for making the awesome 'Time will Tell' header above of Myka with a gun (even tho she doesn't watch Warehouse 13- which clearly she SHOULD!)
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
AN: Its for the benefit of everyone concerned that I don't write graphic sex scenes, trust me on that! So you'll have to use your imagination, sorry! I'm not sure if HG is up to no good, or not. I plan this from Myka's POV, about her struggle over whether to believe in HG, and whose side she wants to take etc. I'm not sure it matters much if HG is bad or not, Myka can't resist just the same. Not sure Myka will ever find out one way or the other either. I'm sure this won't be to everyone's liking, i'm struggling with this fic so much. Myka's crazy thoughts are fun to write, but actual interaction between them is not so easy. I think I'm going to run back and hide on the Myka/Pete ship after my extreme failure here. But for what it's worth, I didn't want to leave the story hanging....Chapter 5.
Chapter 5
Even though she has been thinking about nothing but HG Wells in the long lonely weeks, Myka is stunned to find herself face to face with the woman. Caught off guard the way she appears, seemingly from nowhere, almost as if she were a ghost. Which, by rights, is exactly what HG Wells ought to be.
Myka's breath is stolen, her heart is racing. She kicks the dirt with her shoe nervously. This is ridiculous, this whole thing is insane, she chides herself.
Myka feels like the ground is disintegrating beneath her feet. She feels like she is sinking. The one and only thing keeping her upright is HG Wells.
The woman moves closer still, if that's even possible. She pulls Myka's hand, as if leading a child. “Come.” HG Wells whispers.
Myka does as she is told, following obediently behind the other woman in the darkness. After minutes of silence she opens her mouth to utter something along the lines of 'Where are we going?'. But before she has even made a sound, HG turns to face her. She silences Myka with soft reassuring fingertips against her lips. Myka nods, compliantly. It doesn't really matter where they are going, she decides. She feels, just a little, like a lamb being lead to the slaughter. Still, she doesn't turn around. She doesn't scream for Pete. She doesn't make a move to break away from the other woman's hold. She simply doesn't have any desire to.
“Here we are.” HG proclaims, almost victoriously.
“The beach?” Myka asks, confused.
Myka watches as HG Wells removes her shoes, a sight she finds oddly amusing. HG encourages Myka to do the same.
The forge onwards, sand shifting between their feet. There is silence but for the waves lapping against the shore
“I don't understand...” Myka begins.
“This place, is timeless. This ocean hasn't changed for over a hundred years, just like me.” HG's eyes are sparkling at the familiarity of the ocean. And it hits Myka all over again how strange the world must be to the other woman. HG looks lost, so vulnerable, Myka fights the instinct to embrace her.
“Come.” HG beckons. “Sit with me.”
And they sit, side by side, in the moonlight.
“You said it was important.'” Myka prompts her. She can't quite bring herself to sit so still, so silent. She needs answers. She needs reassurance.
“It is.” HG confirms. “I had to see you. And you are important. Terribly important.”
Myka tries to hide the embarrassed smile creeping across her face. “You expect me to believe that?” She asks, even though she is thinking to herself that she wants desperately to believe it. But she can't let herself fall into that trap again.
“I have no expectations, believe what you wish.” HG answers playfully. She reaches towards Myka, running her fingers through Myka's tangle of curls. Myka doesn't pull away. “There are so many things I never dared to believe in. I never dared to believe that i'd be de-bronzed one day. I never dared to believe i'd meet someone like you.”
Myka closes her eyes, enjoining the sensation of the other woman's touch against her skin. “Like me?” Myka asks against her will.
“You are one of a kind, Myka Bering.” It's the first time she's used the name. It captures Myka's heart instantly. She knows she wants never for anyone else to call her by her name again. It belongs to HG. It sounds different from HG's lips than anyone else's.
Myka shakes her head in disbelief.
“You don't think you're special?” HG asks her.
No, she has never thought of herself as special. But she doesn't answer. Instead she utters helplessly
“I really don't understand what you're doing here.”
“I've made you uncomfortable.”HG states, but there is no apology in her tone, only delight.
“Not at all.” Myka protests, finding at last her mask of confidence to hide behind.
“I told you I wanted to see you.” HG repeats, leaning tantalisingly close to the other woman's face.
“For what?” Myka manages to utter.
“This.” HG answers, as she closes the gap between them, and kisses Myka gently, lovingly.
This may have been against Myka's better judgement, if she had stopped to weigh her thoughts at the time. But there was no choice about it. Her desire outweighs every other consideration. Myka feels loved, she feels warm, she feels safe and secure. She wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. She returns the kiss eagerly, surrendering to the other woman's touch. That's all the encouragement HG Wells needs.
XXX
Hours later, Myka wakes. Still on that beach. Sand in her hair. She feels a sense of peace, something that had been eluding her for weeks. She can feel the other woman's heart beating next to hers. She never wants to leave.
When she opens her eyes, she sees HG looking down at her, watching over her while she slept. It makes her instantly self conscious.
“You need to be going soon.” HG whispers in her ear.
Those words slice through Myka's heart. She sits abruptly, mortified, as if HG had slapped her across the face. HG wants her to leave? Of course. She had her fun, played her game. It was over. And Myka was a fool to believe that HG meant any of the things she said. Weeks and weeks of torment, and it came down to this. Myka feels like she has been stabbed right through the heart.
“No. ” HG says quickly, smiling and softening her tone, grabbing Myka by the wrists, gently caressing them. “I don't mean it like that.”
“You made yourself perfectly clear.” Myka tells her, refusing to make eye contact.
“I think you understand my...predicament. There is nothing I want more than to be with you, every second of every day. I have a little matter hanging over my head- the regents hunting me down wanting to damn me to eternity in the hellish existence of the bronze sector.” The words slip so calmly from HG's lips. Myka flinches at the prospect of the bronze sector.
“Of course.” Myka concedes. ” I should go.” But she makes no move to stand. She can't. She can't walk away. She needs HG to walk away from her.
“I need your help” HG tells her. “I can't run for the rest of my life. It is growing more wearisome by the day.”
“Artie won't have anything to do with it, I told you. It's no use. You need to run. To get out of here while you still can. Far away from the warehouse...” Myka's voice broke before she could finish the sentence 'Far away from me.'
“No.” HG answers, resolutely.
“I'm sorry, about everything. If it were up to me, you know things would be different” Myka is speaking quickly, suddenly wanting the painful conversation to be over.
“It is up to you, Myka.” The confidence in the woman's voice, combined with the loving way she utters her name, 'Myka', incline Myka to stop and listen. “I have somewhat of a little plan you might help me with.”
Myka eyes the other woman suspiciously, she can't help wondering if she is being played. She is feeling foolish and used. She wonders if everything HG said, everything HG did, was all to make her feel like she was loved, like she was special. As if HG somehow knew that was irresistible to Myka. That it would be impossible for Myka to walk away. And it is impossible.
The funny thing is, HG needn’t have gone to all the trouble. If there was anything in Myka's power to do for the other woman, she would have done it. Without being asked.
“I thought if I could prove myself to Artie.” HG explains.
“You saved Claudia's life, it made no difference, I'm sorry. You have to forget this.” There is panic in Myka's voice now, because she doesn't think HG understands. Doesn't think she realises that if the regents catch her, they are going to bronze her. No questions asked. No second chances.
“Artie wasn't there, he didn't see Claudia so close to death, life ebbing away from her with every breath. He didn't even know there was any danger until it was all over. But if something could affect him, right in front of his face, that would be a different matter entirely. Something he couldn't ignore.”
“You want to hurt Claudia again? So you can play hero and save her? No.”
“No, Myka. Not Claudia. You.”
The conversation is moving too fast for Myka to keep up. HG pulls a syringe from her pocket.
“What the hell is that?” Myka demands.
“Don't be alarmed. Please. You know I would never harm you.” HG assures her.
“You just said that's exactly what you planned to do.” Myka tells her, horrified. Feeling foolish for going along with this so far, and yet still making no move to leave. She believes HG, or she wants to believe her, she can't tell the difference anymore.
“It's a virus. I created it myself. I have the antedote.”
Myka shudders as she stares at that syringe, the eerie coloured liquid glowing in the pale moonlight. She thinks of unknown viruses spreading the world causing mass destruction. And she allows herself to wonder, for the first time, if the regents might have had a reason for the bronzing of HG Wells.
“I can see what you're thinking, I don't blame you for your reluctance. But please hear me out.”
Myka can't resist. “Alright.”
If she didn’t believe in HG just a little, she would have turned and run, screaming for Pete, long ago. She is mesmerised, captivated. And she wants HG to explain it. Wants HG to prove she isn't all those things Artie says she is. She needs to believe it.
“I could inject you with this.” She indicated the syringe in her hand. “The effects would begin almost instantly. Small things at first. You'd deteriorate day by day. Artie would no doubt try to find a cure. He would watch the life draining from you, powerless to help you. You wouldn’t feel any pain, I promise you that. It's like going to sleep. I would never let anything bad happen to you. Believe me.”
Myka nods, she does believe it. God help her, she believes it.
HG continues “And at the last minute, when they have given up all hope, there I will be, cure in my hand, to save the day. How could he turn me away after that?”
“No.” Myka shakes her head instantly. “No way.”
HG's face falls, as if she is disappointed. As if she expected Myka to proclaim 'Yeah, great idea.'
“You wouldn't be harmed, in any way Myka, you know I wouldn't harm you, Don't be afraid.”
“That is not what I am afraid of.” Myka explains. Truthfully, it's not such a crazy idea. “I don't think you have any comprehension of Artie Nielson. It wouldn’t make a difference to him. You'd walk in, save my life, and he'd turn you straight over the the regents. He'd probably suspect you of orchestrating the whole thing. And then what?” Myka asks, tears forming in her eyes.
HG sits back, surveying the other woman “We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“No. You have to leave. Just run. That's the best thing I can tell you. Just go.” Myka tells her, becoming almost hysterical in her insistence.
“What kind of a life is that, Myka? With countless regents all over the world hunting me like an animal? I'll never be safe. I can't live like that. It's scarcely better then being bronzed, looking over my shoulder, just waiting. And all alone.”
“It's just not going to work.” Myka repeats, shaking her head sadly.
“Have some faith in me.” HG implores her.
“I can't let you do this. There is nothing I can do to stop them, if they find you, do you understand?”Myka asks her.
“Just let me try.” HG pleads gently, smiling so sweetly, so captivatingly, as if both their lives weren't dangling precariously in the balance.
“No.”