My Dearest Myka series
Title: Part 8 - It’s a Longer Road Home and Part 9 - Raining Blows
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for the show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Myka and HG Wells - HG and OFC
Rating: This portion PG-13.
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers yes
Summary: Part 8 - “I need to see her,” Myka whispered.
Part 9 - Sucking blood from a split in her bottom lip, Helena grabbed the ropes, leaned back to stretch and said, “So be it.”
Previous chapters: Part 6 - Is Hindsight 20/20 and Part 7 - Talk to Me
Part 8 - It’s a Longer Road Home
Stepping down the stairs into the store Myka saw a familiar shape out of the corner of her eye. Walking over she made sure to speak first, “Mrs. Frederic, I know why you’re here, but I’m not going back. I can’t put them in danger again.”
“I will not repeat myself, but you heard what I said on the matter. I will tell you that not having your help has already put your friends in a much more difficult place.” Mrs. Frederic responded, “But I came here to also deliver this.” She took a hand folded envelope from her pocket and passed it to Myka. Myka looked down at her name on the front, she recognized Helena’s writing. She opened and read the note while Mrs. Frederic waited.
“I need to see her,” Myka whispered.
“That isn’t possible Ms. Bering, she’s been moved to a secure facility, it’s better if you don’t know…”
“I NEED TO SEE HER,” Myka interrupted shouting, not caring if it was right or proper, Mrs. Frederic was not her boss anymore. “If I see her, if I can ask her… I might be able to come back to the Warehouse if I could understand.”
Mrs. Frederic looked her up and down. She had lost weight, if that were possible. She had also lost that healthy glow she always had. This situation with Wells was weighing too heavily on her. It was so hard to find Agents like her, they were not expendable as Myka had worried.
She considered the request against what she knew about Well’s situation. “Come back to work and I’ll see what I can do.”
Part 9 - Raining Blows
The door clicked and slid open, Dr. Mawer stepped in with a stack of books “What is this, 5 or 6 books a day? She turned the stack to the side and read out loud, “Jung, Dickenson, Joseph Campbell, Carl Sagan, Pedagogy of the Oppressed, The Tao of Pooh, Michael Crichton…Pooh and Crichton?”
Wells looked up and quoted, “We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“I can see I’ve come just in time. You are spending too much time in your head if you are quoting Eeyore.”
“If there is anything that could redeem the world at this late stage, it may just be Pooh Bear.” Wells quipped.
“You need some exercise.”
“I’ve been telling you that for a week.”
Dr Sierra looked at her crossways as she set the books on the table. Was it possible that Wells didn’t know how long she had actually been here? It had been well over a month since her first request, telling Dr Mawer that she was bored with the plyometrics, Kempo forms and yoga she already knew.
“Aren’t you counting time?”
“What would be the point in that? I’m here for eternity or until I die, whichever comes first, am I not?”
Dr. Mawer turned back toward the door, “Well good, we are ready to start making use of you, I suggest you wear something comfortable…Oops,” She turned back, “that’s all you have.” She smiled and shrugged. Helena gave her a snide smile. “So, you ready? Let’s go.”
Helena perked up, “Now? Yes!” She jumped up and quickly followed, she needed a challenge. She hadn’t been outside of her cell yet and running in place, as Claudia would put it ‘sucked’.” She smiled at the memory of the young woman.
“You’ll be sparring with the guards. If you kill any of them we medicate you.”
“You ought to know by now I’m not a killer.”
“You tried to end the world.” Mawer reminded her.
“Oh, that again.” Helena looked down, “I don’t suppose there is anything I can do to make up for that.”
“Probably not.”
“Why don’t you fight me?”
“When it’s time I will,” Mawer handed her a pair of sparring gloves and a mouth guard, then held the door for her. “First you need some conditioning. I’ll check on you in a little while.”
Helena walked past her, sizing her up with one eyebrow raised and crossed into the gym. There was a boxing ring in the middle of the room and training equipment on both sides. Twenty or so guards, wearing their usual black shirts and black cargo pants, stood around the room talking to one another. They quieted when she approached the ring. When she began stretching they began talking in low voices again until she finished.
She looked around the room, “Right then,” she said to the room, “Who’s first?” A big man, twice her size, kicked his boots off and pulled a pair of gloves out of his pocket. “The bigger they are the harder they fall,” she muttered under her breath and ducked under the ropes into the ring.
She felled the big man with three well placed blows and a throw. A woman jumped in the ring and faced her as two other guards dragged the big guy out. The woman got a jab in before hitting the mat.
*****
Three bouts later Helena caught Mawer’s form out of the corner of her eye. Without looking away from her opponent she said loudly through her mouth guard, “my purpose here is to have the snot beat out of me.” It was a statement, not a question.
“True, that’s part of it,” Mawer agreed, “but it’s this or medicate you.”
She knocked the challenger down and faced Mawer. Sucking blood from a split in her bottom lip, HG grabbed the ropes, leaned back to stretch and said, “So be it.”
****
Two guards dumped HG on the cot in her cell. Still sweaty but already half asleep she felt Dr Mawer sit down next to her. Sierra took a handful of hair and picked her head up to look her in the eyes, “I authorized you a little sparring, not to kill yourself. You could have stayed down at any point and quit.”
Helena smiled, her eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion, “What’s the difference in here? I have lost all of my liberties. In any case, you keep hinting I may be killed at some point. You wanted me to take some exercise, and you want me to stop brooding on those facts. There are only three activities during which I don’t brood, sparring is one of them. Sleep is another,” She paused, “I would like to fight more women though, much more creative fighters.”
The Dr let go of her hair and Helena let her head drop back to the mattress. HG then rolled and grabbed the back of the Dr’s head pulling her into a crushing kiss. Sierra tasted blood from the split lip. Letting go Helena whispered, “Thank you,” and sank into sleep.
Taking a deep breath and licking her lips Sierra got up, grabbed Helena’s legs and tossed them on the cot. Then she pulled the blanket out from under the sleeping form and laid it over her. Leaving the room she reflected on lost liberties and it was her turn to brood.
Dr Sierra Mawer was as old as HG, but older in many ways. HG had used bronzing as a time machine, Sierra had simply been alive that long. She didn’t age, so she didn’t know whether she would eventually die or not. If it were not for her boundless curiosity about the human mind she would have gone insane years ago and have been locked in a cell with the rest of them. She tried to end it all once, about 15 years ago at age 140, more out of curiosity than depression, but the painful gashes she had left in her skin with the razor had healed up without a mark in seconds. No one but her knew about that stunt.
Prolonged exposure to a certain artifact meant that she would go into a homicidal rage if she left the facility into the open air. She had handled that stone carving like an addict, and this is what it got her. Between her knowledge and fight training she had made the decision to sign away her freedom, before it was made for her, and work here in the facility. At least this way she had the protection of never being likely to actually commit the crime that would have her locked in here as a prisoner. She had a purpose here and she still had the few freedoms afforded the average shut in. She even had a World of Warcraft character, which hadn’t been used since HG came in. It took no reflection at all for her to know why she had let HG kiss her…She just hoped Helena survived, she kept reminding Helena because she had to keep reminding herself as well.
Parts 10 -12
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for the show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Myka and HG Wells - HG and OFC
Rating: This portion PG-13.
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers yes
Summary: Part 8 - “I need to see her,” Myka whispered.
Part 9 - Sucking blood from a split in her bottom lip, Helena grabbed the ropes, leaned back to stretch and said, “So be it.”
Previous chapters: Part 6 - Is Hindsight 20/20 and Part 7 - Talk to Me
Part 8 - It’s a Longer Road Home
Stepping down the stairs into the store Myka saw a familiar shape out of the corner of her eye. Walking over she made sure to speak first, “Mrs. Frederic, I know why you’re here, but I’m not going back. I can’t put them in danger again.”
“I will not repeat myself, but you heard what I said on the matter. I will tell you that not having your help has already put your friends in a much more difficult place.” Mrs. Frederic responded, “But I came here to also deliver this.” She took a hand folded envelope from her pocket and passed it to Myka. Myka looked down at her name on the front, she recognized Helena’s writing. She opened and read the note while Mrs. Frederic waited.
“I need to see her,” Myka whispered.
“That isn’t possible Ms. Bering, she’s been moved to a secure facility, it’s better if you don’t know…”
“I NEED TO SEE HER,” Myka interrupted shouting, not caring if it was right or proper, Mrs. Frederic was not her boss anymore. “If I see her, if I can ask her… I might be able to come back to the Warehouse if I could understand.”
Mrs. Frederic looked her up and down. She had lost weight, if that were possible. She had also lost that healthy glow she always had. This situation with Wells was weighing too heavily on her. It was so hard to find Agents like her, they were not expendable as Myka had worried.
She considered the request against what she knew about Well’s situation. “Come back to work and I’ll see what I can do.”
Part 9 - Raining Blows
The door clicked and slid open, Dr. Mawer stepped in with a stack of books “What is this, 5 or 6 books a day? She turned the stack to the side and read out loud, “Jung, Dickenson, Joseph Campbell, Carl Sagan, Pedagogy of the Oppressed, The Tao of Pooh, Michael Crichton…Pooh and Crichton?”
Wells looked up and quoted, “We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“I can see I’ve come just in time. You are spending too much time in your head if you are quoting Eeyore.”
“If there is anything that could redeem the world at this late stage, it may just be Pooh Bear.” Wells quipped.
“You need some exercise.”
“I’ve been telling you that for a week.”
Dr Sierra looked at her crossways as she set the books on the table. Was it possible that Wells didn’t know how long she had actually been here? It had been well over a month since her first request, telling Dr Mawer that she was bored with the plyometrics, Kempo forms and yoga she already knew.
“Aren’t you counting time?”
“What would be the point in that? I’m here for eternity or until I die, whichever comes first, am I not?”
Dr. Mawer turned back toward the door, “Well good, we are ready to start making use of you, I suggest you wear something comfortable…Oops,” She turned back, “that’s all you have.” She smiled and shrugged. Helena gave her a snide smile. “So, you ready? Let’s go.”
Helena perked up, “Now? Yes!” She jumped up and quickly followed, she needed a challenge. She hadn’t been outside of her cell yet and running in place, as Claudia would put it ‘sucked’.” She smiled at the memory of the young woman.
“You’ll be sparring with the guards. If you kill any of them we medicate you.”
“You ought to know by now I’m not a killer.”
“You tried to end the world.” Mawer reminded her.
“Oh, that again.” Helena looked down, “I don’t suppose there is anything I can do to make up for that.”
“Probably not.”
“Why don’t you fight me?”
“When it’s time I will,” Mawer handed her a pair of sparring gloves and a mouth guard, then held the door for her. “First you need some conditioning. I’ll check on you in a little while.”
Helena walked past her, sizing her up with one eyebrow raised and crossed into the gym. There was a boxing ring in the middle of the room and training equipment on both sides. Twenty or so guards, wearing their usual black shirts and black cargo pants, stood around the room talking to one another. They quieted when she approached the ring. When she began stretching they began talking in low voices again until she finished.
She looked around the room, “Right then,” she said to the room, “Who’s first?” A big man, twice her size, kicked his boots off and pulled a pair of gloves out of his pocket. “The bigger they are the harder they fall,” she muttered under her breath and ducked under the ropes into the ring.
She felled the big man with three well placed blows and a throw. A woman jumped in the ring and faced her as two other guards dragged the big guy out. The woman got a jab in before hitting the mat.
*****
Three bouts later Helena caught Mawer’s form out of the corner of her eye. Without looking away from her opponent she said loudly through her mouth guard, “my purpose here is to have the snot beat out of me.” It was a statement, not a question.
“True, that’s part of it,” Mawer agreed, “but it’s this or medicate you.”
She knocked the challenger down and faced Mawer. Sucking blood from a split in her bottom lip, HG grabbed the ropes, leaned back to stretch and said, “So be it.”
****
Two guards dumped HG on the cot in her cell. Still sweaty but already half asleep she felt Dr Mawer sit down next to her. Sierra took a handful of hair and picked her head up to look her in the eyes, “I authorized you a little sparring, not to kill yourself. You could have stayed down at any point and quit.”
Helena smiled, her eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion, “What’s the difference in here? I have lost all of my liberties. In any case, you keep hinting I may be killed at some point. You wanted me to take some exercise, and you want me to stop brooding on those facts. There are only three activities during which I don’t brood, sparring is one of them. Sleep is another,” She paused, “I would like to fight more women though, much more creative fighters.”
The Dr let go of her hair and Helena let her head drop back to the mattress. HG then rolled and grabbed the back of the Dr’s head pulling her into a crushing kiss. Sierra tasted blood from the split lip. Letting go Helena whispered, “Thank you,” and sank into sleep.
Taking a deep breath and licking her lips Sierra got up, grabbed Helena’s legs and tossed them on the cot. Then she pulled the blanket out from under the sleeping form and laid it over her. Leaving the room she reflected on lost liberties and it was her turn to brood.
Dr Sierra Mawer was as old as HG, but older in many ways. HG had used bronzing as a time machine, Sierra had simply been alive that long. She didn’t age, so she didn’t know whether she would eventually die or not. If it were not for her boundless curiosity about the human mind she would have gone insane years ago and have been locked in a cell with the rest of them. She tried to end it all once, about 15 years ago at age 140, more out of curiosity than depression, but the painful gashes she had left in her skin with the razor had healed up without a mark in seconds. No one but her knew about that stunt.
Prolonged exposure to a certain artifact meant that she would go into a homicidal rage if she left the facility into the open air. She had handled that stone carving like an addict, and this is what it got her. Between her knowledge and fight training she had made the decision to sign away her freedom, before it was made for her, and work here in the facility. At least this way she had the protection of never being likely to actually commit the crime that would have her locked in here as a prisoner. She had a purpose here and she still had the few freedoms afforded the average shut in. She even had a World of Warcraft character, which hadn’t been used since HG came in. It took no reflection at all for her to know why she had let HG kiss her…She just hoped Helena survived, she kept reminding Helena because she had to keep reminding herself as well.
Parts 10 -12