covert affairs chapter 1
omg, i actually did it. and here it is. femmeslash fic for warehouse 13. hg wells is just so badass and these two together are just phenomenal, i had no choice. fic needed to be written. no tentacles though;)
The buzz of cicadas and the song of an errant mockingbird filtered through the open window and filled the labyrinthine halls of the small museum agents Lattimer and Bering were investigating. The southern night air was humid and both were happy to be in the air conditioned building. Myka even more so. "That is the last time I am doing that." She proclaimed as she picked a twig out of her hair.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Pete picked a leaf out of her hair. She swatted his hand away. "Besides, this was the only window that wasn't alarmed."
"Easy for you. You didn't have to jump off the trellis when a car drove by. I landed in the bushes, Pete."
"Well, it gives you kind of a, uh, naturey look. It works." Myka slapped his arm. "For some people."
"Let's just find the artifact and get out of here."
"Ooh, shiny." Pete ran over to a suit of armor. "You think I could fit in there? I'd be all like chhhh chhhh chhhh." He did a little robot dance.
"Pete, it's a suit of armor, not a robot. Artie has one in his office, you know?"
"Yeah, but he doesn't let me play with it. I went as a robot for Halloween once." He grinned.
"I know. 'Best candy haul ever.'"
"That's right. Hey-o." He raised his hand for a high five.
Myka looked at Pete with his childlike excitement, up at his hand and back down to his face. "Why don't we split up. You search up here and I'll look downstairs." She started off toward the stairs.
"Don't leave me hanging, man." Myka kept walking. He reached up and high fived himself.
"And try not to touch anything. Remember what happened with the telegraph."
"Yeah yeah." Pete eyed the suit of armor before going down the hall.
Downstairs Myka made her way through the silent rooms. She paused to read through the titles on a glass-covered bookcase. According to the plaque, they belonged to the original owner of the house. All of them were signed by the authors. There were pictures of the signatures on the wall. A few books were open to the autographs, under glass, along a table. The most recent was still over eighty years old. The books were all leather bound and worn with care; they had been loved. Myka felt a little sad for the books, stuck behind their glass prison. Once upon a time they were cherished possessions, looked over and read and reread with love and affection. She ran a finger across the glass, feeling the soft, warm leather in her mind.
A shuffle came from the other room. Myka perked her ears. Another shuffle. "Pete? Pete, I told you I would check down here." There was no answer. Myka pulled out her gun and moved toward the noise. She rounded the corner and saw a familiar form. HG Wells was closing the door of one of the glass cabinets. Myka stopped. Her pulse raced. She took a breath to steady herself. She stepped into the room, gun drawn on her quarry. "Stay there HG."
Wells raised her hands in acquiescence and turned around slowly. "Gun point again Myka? It's beginning to get a little tiresome."
"I already got yelled at once for letting you go. I have no desire to hear that speech again."
"About how nefarious and wicked I am?"
"Yes." Myka replied without wavering.
HG smiled. "Do you really believe that?"
Myka's stern gaze softened and her gun lowered slightly. She answered somewhat reluctantly. "No."
"We both know you're not going to shoot me, so why don't you put that away and we can have a nice chat."
Myka holstered her gun; HG dropped her hands to her side. "What did you take?"
"Would you believe me if I said just a pen?"
"Probably not." Myka replied with a slight smirk.
"I didn't think so." HG reached in her pocket and pulled out a fountain pen. "See, just a pen." She handed it to Myka.
"A pen?"
"My pen." Wells corrected.
"Your pen. What does it do?" Myka inquired with wary skepticism.
"Well, when you fill it with ink and put the nib to paper-it writes."
"Then what? Things come to life? You get transported in time? Turned into some kind of science experiment?"
"Nothing. It's not an artifact, Myka. It's just a pen."
"You broke in here to steal a pen?"
"It's my favorite pen." HG replied with a smile. Myka's heart jumped. "And I didn't steal anything. I only took what was mine. You keep thinking I steal things. I've never stolen anything." She took the pen back from Myka.
"You don't seem to have a problem breaking and entering."
"A girl's got to have some vices." HG shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
"Why is your pen here?"
Wells sighed. "I left it here. When I signed a book for Geoffery. It's in the other room." Myka stepped back and waved for HG to lead the way.
They went into the room Myka had just left. "See, right there. I signed that book for Geoffery...over a century ago." She touched the glass surrounding the table, examining the aged paper and faded ink. Remembering the day she and her brother Charles had come to visit. She'd been young then, and smitten with Geoffery; with someone who had such a love for literature. She glanced at Myka and smiled warmly. Myka read over the inscription, not noticing HG's eyes on her. She reached out and plucked a leaf from Myka's hair.
"Hey." Myka looked up from the book.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Just, you had this." She twirled the leaf in front of her with that smile of hers. Myka stared and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Take a tumble in the bushes, did we?"
There was a subtlety in her voice that made Myka uneasy. "No." Myka paused. "I jumped."
"From the trellis on the north wall?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you use my grappler?"
"I put it in the warehouse."
HG pouted. "You didn't like my gift?"
"I did. I just...Why did you give it to me anyway?"
HG winked. "You know why."
Wells made Myka nervous. There was something about her, something about her smile and that wink, her lilting accent. Her presence filled Myka's stomach with butterflies. The closer she stood, the more they touched, the stronger Myka felt that strange tingle. "Alright, where is it?" She took a small step backwards.
"Where's what?" Wells replied, a devious tinge in her sirenic voice.
"The artifact. The one that, that makes me feel...feel all..." Myka stammered anxiously.
HG turned a devilish grin. "Feel what, Myka?" She took a big step forward, closing the distance between them. "I told you, I don't have an artifact."
"Then how come whenever I'm around you I feel..." Her voice faded out.
"Excited?" HG finished for her, a sparkle coming into her eyes. She reached a hand up and gently brushed a curl behind Myka's ear.
Myka swallowed. "Something like that." She stared wide-eyed at HG so close to her.
"I feel it too." HG spoke softly before she touched her lips to Myka's.
Myka froze. An electricity ran through her body. She was not prepared for that. She felt an apprehension lift, though, as she took in the feeling of HG's lips against her own. As she struggled to process the moment, Myka was hit with the sudden realization that she liked HG Wells, that she had an unexpected attraction to her. She had only an instant to accept this fact before Wells stepped back. Myka still hadn't moved.
HG eyed her for a second. "I'm sorry. Have I overstepped?"
"Nope. Nope, you're good."
"Are you certain? Because you seem a little-"
"Yep. I'm fine. Completely fine. All good."
"Myka!" Pete's voice carried down the hall and came crashing into the room.
Myka shot a glance at the door nearest the stairs. She turned back in time to see HG slip out into the opposite hall. Wells moved a short distance away from the doorway. She pressed against the wall and listened.
"I found the artifact." Pete came hopping into the room with a silver bag in his hands. "Was somebody else here?"
"Uh, no, Pete. Just myself. Who else would be here?" She defended with feigned incredulity.
"Okay. I found the artifact." He started dancing. "Uh huh, what, oh, what."
"And what else did you play with?"
"Nothing." He paused, but Myka kept her gaze on him. "...That'll make me go all paranoid."
Myka pulled the Farnsworth from her pocket and handed it to Pete. "Here. Call Artie. Let him know we found the artifact-"
"I found the artifact." Pete corrected, resuming his dance.
"Tell him you found the artifact and we're heading home." She turned toward the opposite doorway.
"Where are you going?"
Myka stopped. "The bathroom. I'll be right back." She rounded the corner into the hall, hoping to see Wells, but not expecting it. HG waited for her a couple doors down. She met Myka just out of Pete's earshot.
"You didn't tell him I was hear."
"No. He'd tell Artie and then I'd have to give a very detailed account of everything that happened."
"And you don't want to tell him I kissed you." Myka looked away, doe eyed. HG smiled wide. "Or that you liked it."
Myka blushed. "I don't want to be interrogated by Mrs. Frederic."
"Is she still working at the warehouse?"
"Yes."
Wells cringed. "Fair enough."
"Why did you kiss me? What were you trying to get out of it?"
"I wasn't trying to get anything."
"You made out with Pete to get your vest."
HG raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"
"You manipulated him, you could be trying to do the same to me."
"For what purpose? To get away? Then why didn't I leave when I had the opportunity? I thought you trusted me more than that, Myka."
"Well, you disappeared the last time. Forgive me for being a little suspicious." Both women were silent, trying to work out the thoughts of the other. "I'm not going to turn you in, so you should leave. But if I find out you're using me for something, don't expect the same treatment at our next meeting." Myka stared at HG, wanting to kiss her again, but knowing she shouldn't. Wells smiled at her; Myka stalked back down the hall.
Myka found Pete thumbing through one of the few books not behind glass. "Jeez, you girls take forever in the bathroom. What do you do in there?"
"Let's go Pete." Myka barely slowed her pace.
"Ooh, somebody's grumpy. Did you hit your head when you fell?"
"Jumped. I jumped. And I'm fine."
At the Bed and Breakfast Myka sat outside alone. The night air was much cooler in South Dakota and it was pleasant. She had much on her mind. Trying to sort through her experiences with HG, she was deep in thought. She didn't realize she had company until soft fingers touched her hand. She jumped up.
"Sorry. It's only me." HG said with a smile.
Myka both relaxed and tensed. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you."
"So you came here? They could catch you, and if they do, they'll rebronze you without any questions."
"I know. I wanted to convince you that I have no ulterior motives. I know it's hard for you to believe, but you can trust me, Myka. I'm not using you. I give you my word."
Myka said nothing, she didn't know what to say. She shifted her body forward, but stopped herself. She looked at HG. The moonlight glinted silver off her raven hair and made her eyes shimmer. She gave up. Myka leaned in and kissed Wells. This time she savored it. The way HG's body felt against her own, the smell of her skin, the gentle weight of the other woman's hands on her hips. There was not an iota of this experience that she would pass over. She stepped back. "You have to go before they find you. Don't come here again, it's too dangerous."
HG beamed. "I'll see you around."
"I don't doubt that you will." Myka laughed softly. HG caught Myka's hand and held onto it as she left. Myka's empty hand fell to her side as HG slipped into the trees.
In the shadow of the house stood Mrs. Frederic. "Interesting."
The buzz of cicadas and the song of an errant mockingbird filtered through the open window and filled the labyrinthine halls of the small museum agents Lattimer and Bering were investigating. The southern night air was humid and both were happy to be in the air conditioned building. Myka even more so. "That is the last time I am doing that." She proclaimed as she picked a twig out of her hair.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Pete picked a leaf out of her hair. She swatted his hand away. "Besides, this was the only window that wasn't alarmed."
"Easy for you. You didn't have to jump off the trellis when a car drove by. I landed in the bushes, Pete."
"Well, it gives you kind of a, uh, naturey look. It works." Myka slapped his arm. "For some people."
"Let's just find the artifact and get out of here."
"Ooh, shiny." Pete ran over to a suit of armor. "You think I could fit in there? I'd be all like chhhh chhhh chhhh." He did a little robot dance.
"Pete, it's a suit of armor, not a robot. Artie has one in his office, you know?"
"Yeah, but he doesn't let me play with it. I went as a robot for Halloween once." He grinned.
"I know. 'Best candy haul ever.'"
"That's right. Hey-o." He raised his hand for a high five.
Myka looked at Pete with his childlike excitement, up at his hand and back down to his face. "Why don't we split up. You search up here and I'll look downstairs." She started off toward the stairs.
"Don't leave me hanging, man." Myka kept walking. He reached up and high fived himself.
"And try not to touch anything. Remember what happened with the telegraph."
"Yeah yeah." Pete eyed the suit of armor before going down the hall.
Downstairs Myka made her way through the silent rooms. She paused to read through the titles on a glass-covered bookcase. According to the plaque, they belonged to the original owner of the house. All of them were signed by the authors. There were pictures of the signatures on the wall. A few books were open to the autographs, under glass, along a table. The most recent was still over eighty years old. The books were all leather bound and worn with care; they had been loved. Myka felt a little sad for the books, stuck behind their glass prison. Once upon a time they were cherished possessions, looked over and read and reread with love and affection. She ran a finger across the glass, feeling the soft, warm leather in her mind.
A shuffle came from the other room. Myka perked her ears. Another shuffle. "Pete? Pete, I told you I would check down here." There was no answer. Myka pulled out her gun and moved toward the noise. She rounded the corner and saw a familiar form. HG Wells was closing the door of one of the glass cabinets. Myka stopped. Her pulse raced. She took a breath to steady herself. She stepped into the room, gun drawn on her quarry. "Stay there HG."
Wells raised her hands in acquiescence and turned around slowly. "Gun point again Myka? It's beginning to get a little tiresome."
"I already got yelled at once for letting you go. I have no desire to hear that speech again."
"About how nefarious and wicked I am?"
"Yes." Myka replied without wavering.
HG smiled. "Do you really believe that?"
Myka's stern gaze softened and her gun lowered slightly. She answered somewhat reluctantly. "No."
"We both know you're not going to shoot me, so why don't you put that away and we can have a nice chat."
Myka holstered her gun; HG dropped her hands to her side. "What did you take?"
"Would you believe me if I said just a pen?"
"Probably not." Myka replied with a slight smirk.
"I didn't think so." HG reached in her pocket and pulled out a fountain pen. "See, just a pen." She handed it to Myka.
"A pen?"
"My pen." Wells corrected.
"Your pen. What does it do?" Myka inquired with wary skepticism.
"Well, when you fill it with ink and put the nib to paper-it writes."
"Then what? Things come to life? You get transported in time? Turned into some kind of science experiment?"
"Nothing. It's not an artifact, Myka. It's just a pen."
"You broke in here to steal a pen?"
"It's my favorite pen." HG replied with a smile. Myka's heart jumped. "And I didn't steal anything. I only took what was mine. You keep thinking I steal things. I've never stolen anything." She took the pen back from Myka.
"You don't seem to have a problem breaking and entering."
"A girl's got to have some vices." HG shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
"Why is your pen here?"
Wells sighed. "I left it here. When I signed a book for Geoffery. It's in the other room." Myka stepped back and waved for HG to lead the way.
They went into the room Myka had just left. "See, right there. I signed that book for Geoffery...over a century ago." She touched the glass surrounding the table, examining the aged paper and faded ink. Remembering the day she and her brother Charles had come to visit. She'd been young then, and smitten with Geoffery; with someone who had such a love for literature. She glanced at Myka and smiled warmly. Myka read over the inscription, not noticing HG's eyes on her. She reached out and plucked a leaf from Myka's hair.
"Hey." Myka looked up from the book.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Just, you had this." She twirled the leaf in front of her with that smile of hers. Myka stared and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Take a tumble in the bushes, did we?"
There was a subtlety in her voice that made Myka uneasy. "No." Myka paused. "I jumped."
"From the trellis on the north wall?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you use my grappler?"
"I put it in the warehouse."
HG pouted. "You didn't like my gift?"
"I did. I just...Why did you give it to me anyway?"
HG winked. "You know why."
Wells made Myka nervous. There was something about her, something about her smile and that wink, her lilting accent. Her presence filled Myka's stomach with butterflies. The closer she stood, the more they touched, the stronger Myka felt that strange tingle. "Alright, where is it?" She took a small step backwards.
"Where's what?" Wells replied, a devious tinge in her sirenic voice.
"The artifact. The one that, that makes me feel...feel all..." Myka stammered anxiously.
HG turned a devilish grin. "Feel what, Myka?" She took a big step forward, closing the distance between them. "I told you, I don't have an artifact."
"Then how come whenever I'm around you I feel..." Her voice faded out.
"Excited?" HG finished for her, a sparkle coming into her eyes. She reached a hand up and gently brushed a curl behind Myka's ear.
Myka swallowed. "Something like that." She stared wide-eyed at HG so close to her.
"I feel it too." HG spoke softly before she touched her lips to Myka's.
Myka froze. An electricity ran through her body. She was not prepared for that. She felt an apprehension lift, though, as she took in the feeling of HG's lips against her own. As she struggled to process the moment, Myka was hit with the sudden realization that she liked HG Wells, that she had an unexpected attraction to her. She had only an instant to accept this fact before Wells stepped back. Myka still hadn't moved.
HG eyed her for a second. "I'm sorry. Have I overstepped?"
"Nope. Nope, you're good."
"Are you certain? Because you seem a little-"
"Yep. I'm fine. Completely fine. All good."
"Myka!" Pete's voice carried down the hall and came crashing into the room.
Myka shot a glance at the door nearest the stairs. She turned back in time to see HG slip out into the opposite hall. Wells moved a short distance away from the doorway. She pressed against the wall and listened.
"I found the artifact." Pete came hopping into the room with a silver bag in his hands. "Was somebody else here?"
"Uh, no, Pete. Just myself. Who else would be here?" She defended with feigned incredulity.
"Okay. I found the artifact." He started dancing. "Uh huh, what, oh, what."
"And what else did you play with?"
"Nothing." He paused, but Myka kept her gaze on him. "...That'll make me go all paranoid."
Myka pulled the Farnsworth from her pocket and handed it to Pete. "Here. Call Artie. Let him know we found the artifact-"
"I found the artifact." Pete corrected, resuming his dance.
"Tell him you found the artifact and we're heading home." She turned toward the opposite doorway.
"Where are you going?"
Myka stopped. "The bathroom. I'll be right back." She rounded the corner into the hall, hoping to see Wells, but not expecting it. HG waited for her a couple doors down. She met Myka just out of Pete's earshot.
"You didn't tell him I was hear."
"No. He'd tell Artie and then I'd have to give a very detailed account of everything that happened."
"And you don't want to tell him I kissed you." Myka looked away, doe eyed. HG smiled wide. "Or that you liked it."
Myka blushed. "I don't want to be interrogated by Mrs. Frederic."
"Is she still working at the warehouse?"
"Yes."
Wells cringed. "Fair enough."
"Why did you kiss me? What were you trying to get out of it?"
"I wasn't trying to get anything."
"You made out with Pete to get your vest."
HG raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"
"You manipulated him, you could be trying to do the same to me."
"For what purpose? To get away? Then why didn't I leave when I had the opportunity? I thought you trusted me more than that, Myka."
"Well, you disappeared the last time. Forgive me for being a little suspicious." Both women were silent, trying to work out the thoughts of the other. "I'm not going to turn you in, so you should leave. But if I find out you're using me for something, don't expect the same treatment at our next meeting." Myka stared at HG, wanting to kiss her again, but knowing she shouldn't. Wells smiled at her; Myka stalked back down the hall.
Myka found Pete thumbing through one of the few books not behind glass. "Jeez, you girls take forever in the bathroom. What do you do in there?"
"Let's go Pete." Myka barely slowed her pace.
"Ooh, somebody's grumpy. Did you hit your head when you fell?"
"Jumped. I jumped. And I'm fine."
At the Bed and Breakfast Myka sat outside alone. The night air was much cooler in South Dakota and it was pleasant. She had much on her mind. Trying to sort through her experiences with HG, she was deep in thought. She didn't realize she had company until soft fingers touched her hand. She jumped up.
"Sorry. It's only me." HG said with a smile.
Myka both relaxed and tensed. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you."
"So you came here? They could catch you, and if they do, they'll rebronze you without any questions."
"I know. I wanted to convince you that I have no ulterior motives. I know it's hard for you to believe, but you can trust me, Myka. I'm not using you. I give you my word."
Myka said nothing, she didn't know what to say. She shifted her body forward, but stopped herself. She looked at HG. The moonlight glinted silver off her raven hair and made her eyes shimmer. She gave up. Myka leaned in and kissed Wells. This time she savored it. The way HG's body felt against her own, the smell of her skin, the gentle weight of the other woman's hands on her hips. There was not an iota of this experience that she would pass over. She stepped back. "You have to go before they find you. Don't come here again, it's too dangerous."
HG beamed. "I'll see you around."
"I don't doubt that you will." Myka laughed softly. HG caught Myka's hand and held onto it as she left. Myka's empty hand fell to her side as HG slipped into the trees.
In the shadow of the house stood Mrs. Frederic. "Interesting."