My Dearest Myka series
Title: Part 10 - Getting By With A Little Help from Friends
Part 11 - Special Circumstances
Part 12 - Mind Over Matter
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 - HG and OFC
Rating: This portion PG-13.
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers yes
Summary: Myka is back at the Warehouse, but her mind is with HG. HGs mind is on staying alive. Dr. Mawer is, Dr. Mawer.
Previous chapter: Part 8 - It’s a Longer Road Home and Part 9 - Raining Blows
Part 10- Getting By With A Little Help from Friends
The initial joy at having Myka back in their midst was tempered by the recognition that she wasn’t quite the same person. She was a little more reserved, and didn’t sleep as much. She didn’t laugh as much either. Artie went along business as usual knowing that from him, she needed purpose and tasks that would challenge her. But he was still gentler with her, they all were. For her part, Myka subscribed to the ‘fake it till you make it’ approach, and waited for Mrs. Frederic to return. After re-reading Helena’s letter she was still unsure whether she could trust herself of not, but she knew she could trust her friends.
“Myka…MYKA!”
Myka started in her chair, she’d fallen asleep in the library again. She snapped the book shut so her hand obscured the title, but Pete knew it was The Time Machine by HG Wells.
“Oh. Hey Pete.”
“C’mon, we’ve got a job.”
She rubbed her eyes, “What time is it.”
Pete looked at his cell phone, “10am, why what time did you wake up?”
She stood up and smoothed her clothes, “Hm? Oh 3 or 4.”
“I’m not going to ask if that’s am or pm…you need more sleep.”
She sighed, “I sleep when I’m sleepy Pete.”
“Have you talked to Leena?” She looked at him with a little of the irritated demeanor he was so familiar with, “Ahh, see I see signs of life.”
She scowled and looked down, “Yes I’ve talked to Leena, Leena is a saint, but she’s not the one I really need to have a conversation with.”
Pete got a vibe and looked at her askance, not sure how to interpret it. The vibe was about HG and Myka. HG was the bad guy, crazy lady, nuttier than squirrel poo chick who had tried to destroy the world, but the vibe wasn’t bad. “Kay… well, Artie’s waiting to brief us.”
Leena stood outside the door in the hall. The good thing about Myka was that she was the kind of person who let her friends help her, even when she didn’t think they could help.
Part 11 - Special Circumstances
Sierra Mawer stood in her office calculating the odds of what she was asking.
“How do you know for sure?” He asked
“I know, and I will prove it, but she needs this first.”
“And if this doesn’t go as planned?”
“It will.” She looked him straight in the eyes, her sixth boss since starting work with them in 1885, “Sir, have I been mistaken yet?”
“No,” He breathed, “Fine, I will arrange it, but if you break her, you bought her.”
Mawer smiled, “Thank you Sir.”
PART 12 - Mind Over Matter
Helena stood in pitch blackness. A week of conditioning in the ring had already started to show in the tone of her arms. She turned slowly, hands up, on guard, she missed the comforting weight of her grapple gun. Mawer had told her this was a maze, and not the kind farmers made from corn in the fall, whatever that meant. Helena was familiar with the concept, having solved two as a Warehouse 12 Agent seeking artifacts. She was unsure if her eyes were not adjusting properly after spending so much time in her cell, where the lights were never completely off, or whether there really was no light. The first situation concerned her more than the second, if there were truly no light then nothing else could see either…at least without a device to aid them.
She heard the scrape of a boot on stone, then felt a tickle on her shoulder. She swatted at it and grabbed a creepy crawly of some sort. “Really?” She said to the air, “Bugs?”
A blow slammed down on her on the unguarded side holding the bug which knocked her sideways into a knee high stone wall. She gripped the edge and hopped over it, crouching on the other side. The footfalls stopped short of the wall where she had just been, ‘so they can see somehow and I can’t,’ she reasoned. She surged straight upward with both fists guessing the person was leaning over to find her hiding place. Her hands connected with flesh but also painfully with something hard on the person’s face. Listening intently and trying to keep her breathing under control and quiet, she hopped back over the wall and felt up the person’s body to the head. She searched for a pulse first and found one, then felt for the gadget on the face. Pulling it off she explored it with her fingers, it felt like a heavy pair of goggles.
A noise behind her warned her of another attack. She did a spin sweep from her crouch, felt legs fly off her shin and heard the thud of a body hitting the floor. She found the eyeholes and put the goggles on her face pulling the straps tight. She marveled at the now green hued space, “How wonderful,” she said to herself under her breath. A movement on the left foretold a kick, which she blocked and countered. Then she dropped another charge with a thrust kick. This was getting her nowhere; she glanced around and saw a passage on the other side of the low wall to the right. She hurdled the wall and ran in only to throw herself against the side of the corridor as a blade rose up from the middle of the hall.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO BLOODY KILL ME?” She shouted to the watchers, there were always watchers, but she didn’t expect a response. Apparently they really were.
Adrenaline pulsing, she picked her way around the next corner and then the next, aware now that this was not a game. A bolt of electricity shot across her path from wall to wall blinding her. She dropped to her knee, in her mind’s eye she saw that the same shaped hole that the lightening had emerged from ahead, was also on her left. She felt the crackle of static raise the hairs on the back of her neck as the second bolt crossed the hall above her. Pulling the goggles off she crawled under the arcs hoping they wouldn’t jump to her.
Standing up she walked to a pit of spikes. Along one wall there were climbing grips. Wishing again that she had her grappler she pulled herself up and began climbing across. ‘A spike pit, how original,’ she thought. She was nearly to the other side when a rope snaked down from above and wrapped around her throat pulling her backward and peeling her off the wall. She braced for the pain of the spikes, but hit the stone floor on the side instead. For a split second she was relieved, then the rope tightened and she passed out.
****
Waking up in her cell she felt the rope burn around her neck and for an instant it made her smile just a little, thinking of her second meeting with Myka and her choke hold.
“Well that’s not really the reaction we expect,” A voice said from the doorway.
“Well, that was ever so fun,” Helena snarled touching her neck tenderly, “Can I reserve this place for my next Christmas Gala?”
“I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to assess, to test, and maybe even help if I don’t think it would be a misuse of my time. So, we’ve established that you still have a strong sense of self-preservation. We already knew you could think on your feet but now we have some recorded evidence of that too.”
“You could have warned me it may be lethal.” Helena scowled at her, annoyed, but not angry. She had after all enjoyed the challenge after the months of boredom.
Sierra gave her that all knowing look, “I did. I gave you more information than I give most of them. I hate wasting my effort with people who aren’t going to be around long.”
Helena looked down and sighed, “So what am I? Your guinea pig? Someone to toy with at your leisure? What case are you gathering evidence for?”
“Yours,” Dr. Mawer smiled “Were you afraid?”
HG looked the other woman up and down, “A little. It was deadly. Fear is the healthy response.”
“C’mon admit it though,” Mawer’s smile didn’t waver, “You liked it a little bit.”
Helena dropped the pout and admitted, “Yes I did. I will beat your maze if it kills me.”
Mawer looked at her, “If I keep sending you back it might.”
****
Myka came out of the library and hit the stairs running. Pete and Claudia barely dodged out of the way to avoid being bowled over.
“WTF!” Claudia exclaimed.
Mrs. Frederic came out of the library and looked the two over. “Agent Bering will be away for a few days.”
Footfalls on the stairs made them all look up. Myka came down to the landing with an overnight bag and looked at Mrs. Frederic. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Wide eyed they watched Myka hurry out the door with Mrs. Frederic right behind her. That was more liveliness than they had seen out of Myka in weeks.
Part 13 - It’s Always Darkest Before the Dawn - Part 18 - The Fight for Helena’s Life
Part 11 - Special Circumstances
Part 12 - Mind Over Matter
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 - HG and OFC
Rating: This portion PG-13.
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers yes
Summary: Myka is back at the Warehouse, but her mind is with HG. HGs mind is on staying alive. Dr. Mawer is, Dr. Mawer.
Previous chapter: Part 8 - It’s a Longer Road Home and Part 9 - Raining Blows
Part 10- Getting By With A Little Help from Friends
The initial joy at having Myka back in their midst was tempered by the recognition that she wasn’t quite the same person. She was a little more reserved, and didn’t sleep as much. She didn’t laugh as much either. Artie went along business as usual knowing that from him, she needed purpose and tasks that would challenge her. But he was still gentler with her, they all were. For her part, Myka subscribed to the ‘fake it till you make it’ approach, and waited for Mrs. Frederic to return. After re-reading Helena’s letter she was still unsure whether she could trust herself of not, but she knew she could trust her friends.
“Myka…MYKA!”
Myka started in her chair, she’d fallen asleep in the library again. She snapped the book shut so her hand obscured the title, but Pete knew it was The Time Machine by HG Wells.
“Oh. Hey Pete.”
“C’mon, we’ve got a job.”
She rubbed her eyes, “What time is it.”
Pete looked at his cell phone, “10am, why what time did you wake up?”
She stood up and smoothed her clothes, “Hm? Oh 3 or 4.”
“I’m not going to ask if that’s am or pm…you need more sleep.”
She sighed, “I sleep when I’m sleepy Pete.”
“Have you talked to Leena?” She looked at him with a little of the irritated demeanor he was so familiar with, “Ahh, see I see signs of life.”
She scowled and looked down, “Yes I’ve talked to Leena, Leena is a saint, but she’s not the one I really need to have a conversation with.”
Pete got a vibe and looked at her askance, not sure how to interpret it. The vibe was about HG and Myka. HG was the bad guy, crazy lady, nuttier than squirrel poo chick who had tried to destroy the world, but the vibe wasn’t bad. “Kay… well, Artie’s waiting to brief us.”
Leena stood outside the door in the hall. The good thing about Myka was that she was the kind of person who let her friends help her, even when she didn’t think they could help.
Part 11 - Special Circumstances
Sierra Mawer stood in her office calculating the odds of what she was asking.
“How do you know for sure?” He asked
“I know, and I will prove it, but she needs this first.”
“And if this doesn’t go as planned?”
“It will.” She looked him straight in the eyes, her sixth boss since starting work with them in 1885, “Sir, have I been mistaken yet?”
“No,” He breathed, “Fine, I will arrange it, but if you break her, you bought her.”
Mawer smiled, “Thank you Sir.”
PART 12 - Mind Over Matter
Helena stood in pitch blackness. A week of conditioning in the ring had already started to show in the tone of her arms. She turned slowly, hands up, on guard, she missed the comforting weight of her grapple gun. Mawer had told her this was a maze, and not the kind farmers made from corn in the fall, whatever that meant. Helena was familiar with the concept, having solved two as a Warehouse 12 Agent seeking artifacts. She was unsure if her eyes were not adjusting properly after spending so much time in her cell, where the lights were never completely off, or whether there really was no light. The first situation concerned her more than the second, if there were truly no light then nothing else could see either…at least without a device to aid them.
She heard the scrape of a boot on stone, then felt a tickle on her shoulder. She swatted at it and grabbed a creepy crawly of some sort. “Really?” She said to the air, “Bugs?”
A blow slammed down on her on the unguarded side holding the bug which knocked her sideways into a knee high stone wall. She gripped the edge and hopped over it, crouching on the other side. The footfalls stopped short of the wall where she had just been, ‘so they can see somehow and I can’t,’ she reasoned. She surged straight upward with both fists guessing the person was leaning over to find her hiding place. Her hands connected with flesh but also painfully with something hard on the person’s face. Listening intently and trying to keep her breathing under control and quiet, she hopped back over the wall and felt up the person’s body to the head. She searched for a pulse first and found one, then felt for the gadget on the face. Pulling it off she explored it with her fingers, it felt like a heavy pair of goggles.
A noise behind her warned her of another attack. She did a spin sweep from her crouch, felt legs fly off her shin and heard the thud of a body hitting the floor. She found the eyeholes and put the goggles on her face pulling the straps tight. She marveled at the now green hued space, “How wonderful,” she said to herself under her breath. A movement on the left foretold a kick, which she blocked and countered. Then she dropped another charge with a thrust kick. This was getting her nowhere; she glanced around and saw a passage on the other side of the low wall to the right. She hurdled the wall and ran in only to throw herself against the side of the corridor as a blade rose up from the middle of the hall.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO BLOODY KILL ME?” She shouted to the watchers, there were always watchers, but she didn’t expect a response. Apparently they really were.
Adrenaline pulsing, she picked her way around the next corner and then the next, aware now that this was not a game. A bolt of electricity shot across her path from wall to wall blinding her. She dropped to her knee, in her mind’s eye she saw that the same shaped hole that the lightening had emerged from ahead, was also on her left. She felt the crackle of static raise the hairs on the back of her neck as the second bolt crossed the hall above her. Pulling the goggles off she crawled under the arcs hoping they wouldn’t jump to her.
Standing up she walked to a pit of spikes. Along one wall there were climbing grips. Wishing again that she had her grappler she pulled herself up and began climbing across. ‘A spike pit, how original,’ she thought. She was nearly to the other side when a rope snaked down from above and wrapped around her throat pulling her backward and peeling her off the wall. She braced for the pain of the spikes, but hit the stone floor on the side instead. For a split second she was relieved, then the rope tightened and she passed out.
****
Waking up in her cell she felt the rope burn around her neck and for an instant it made her smile just a little, thinking of her second meeting with Myka and her choke hold.
“Well that’s not really the reaction we expect,” A voice said from the doorway.
“Well, that was ever so fun,” Helena snarled touching her neck tenderly, “Can I reserve this place for my next Christmas Gala?”
“I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to assess, to test, and maybe even help if I don’t think it would be a misuse of my time. So, we’ve established that you still have a strong sense of self-preservation. We already knew you could think on your feet but now we have some recorded evidence of that too.”
“You could have warned me it may be lethal.” Helena scowled at her, annoyed, but not angry. She had after all enjoyed the challenge after the months of boredom.
Sierra gave her that all knowing look, “I did. I gave you more information than I give most of them. I hate wasting my effort with people who aren’t going to be around long.”
Helena looked down and sighed, “So what am I? Your guinea pig? Someone to toy with at your leisure? What case are you gathering evidence for?”
“Yours,” Dr. Mawer smiled “Were you afraid?”
HG looked the other woman up and down, “A little. It was deadly. Fear is the healthy response.”
“C’mon admit it though,” Mawer’s smile didn’t waver, “You liked it a little bit.”
Helena dropped the pout and admitted, “Yes I did. I will beat your maze if it kills me.”
Mawer looked at her, “If I keep sending you back it might.”
****
Myka came out of the library and hit the stairs running. Pete and Claudia barely dodged out of the way to avoid being bowled over.
“WTF!” Claudia exclaimed.
Mrs. Frederic came out of the library and looked the two over. “Agent Bering will be away for a few days.”
Footfalls on the stairs made them all look up. Myka came down to the landing with an overnight bag and looked at Mrs. Frederic. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Wide eyed they watched Myka hurry out the door with Mrs. Frederic right behind her. That was more liveliness than they had seen out of Myka in weeks.
Part 13 - It’s Always Darkest Before the Dawn - Part 18 - The Fight for Helena’s Life