Fic: Almost Lover
Title: Almost Lover
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 600
Rating: PG
Summary: Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream...
Prompt: "Almost Lover" - A Fine Frenzy (for the tvrealm Big Bang challenge) and 100_women 048 "Sing"
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Hmm... it's been a long while since I wrote song!fic... it did seem the best way to go about this one, though. What do people think?
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick
When they first met, there was a dance they danced around each other. Myka tried to ignore it, but ignoring it proved more and more difficult. Helena provided the accompaniment: soft words like honey, and smiles full of promise that Myka found hard to resist.
The more Myka learned about Helena, the more she wanted to know. They were alike in so many ways. Helena understood the sadness of losing someone close. That sort of grief wasn’t something Myka had ever truly been able to share with the rest of her team. With Helena, it didn’t need to be shared. It was already an unspoken link between them.
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
When you left, you kissed my lips
They had got caught in the rain on the way back to Leena’s after a walk on a Saturday morning off. They both started laughing, each watching the other become drenched. Myka tried not to notice how the rain made Helena’s clothes cling to her form and how her wet hair framed her face. Her cheeks turned red as she felt Helena’s eyes on her. She couldn’t quite explain why she was suddenly self-conscious.
In another moment, Helena was stepping towards her, and was cupping her face in one hand. Myka felt her mouth go dry as the other woman leaned in, but Helena’s lips were soft and inviting, and Myka found herself leaning in, wanting more.
The chill of the rain made it impossible for anything to last there, so they quickly ran back to the B&B, fingers interlaced. Myka led Helena up to her room, and with the door locked behind them, they picked up where they left off. Helena seemed to know all the right places to touch, making Myka moan and cry out in equal measure.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
With Helena gone, Myka could barely stand the Warehouse. Sometimes, it seemed so empty, while at other times, it seemed to suffocate her. She still had Pete and Artie and Claudia, of course, but none of them filled the Helena-shaped gap that was left. She didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t see what else she could do.
So you’re gone and I am haunted
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
The bookshop was wonderful, though Myka found herself avoiding the W section. Sometimes she thought she had got Helena out of her head successfully, only to remind herself that even the thought that she no longer thought about Helena was in actual fact a thought about Helena. At times like those, she would pull up a chair and sit with her head in her hands.
After Mrs Frederic’s visit with the holographic Helena, Myka had to sit down for a while. It was all she could do to keep herself from crying. Damn, how did Helena get so far under her skin?
I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me...
Myka knew the only way to get Helena’s voice out of her head was to follow her advice. After everything that had happened, she had wanted to convince herself that she had been wrong about Helena in every way possible, but she knew that wasn’t true. There was a reason the two of them had made such a good team.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 600
Rating: PG
Summary: Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream...
Prompt: "Almost Lover" - A Fine Frenzy (for the tvrealm Big Bang challenge) and 100_women 048 "Sing"
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Hmm... it's been a long while since I wrote song!fic... it did seem the best way to go about this one, though. What do people think?
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick
When they first met, there was a dance they danced around each other. Myka tried to ignore it, but ignoring it proved more and more difficult. Helena provided the accompaniment: soft words like honey, and smiles full of promise that Myka found hard to resist.
The more Myka learned about Helena, the more she wanted to know. They were alike in so many ways. Helena understood the sadness of losing someone close. That sort of grief wasn’t something Myka had ever truly been able to share with the rest of her team. With Helena, it didn’t need to be shared. It was already an unspoken link between them.
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
When you left, you kissed my lips
They had got caught in the rain on the way back to Leena’s after a walk on a Saturday morning off. They both started laughing, each watching the other become drenched. Myka tried not to notice how the rain made Helena’s clothes cling to her form and how her wet hair framed her face. Her cheeks turned red as she felt Helena’s eyes on her. She couldn’t quite explain why she was suddenly self-conscious.
In another moment, Helena was stepping towards her, and was cupping her face in one hand. Myka felt her mouth go dry as the other woman leaned in, but Helena’s lips were soft and inviting, and Myka found herself leaning in, wanting more.
The chill of the rain made it impossible for anything to last there, so they quickly ran back to the B&B, fingers interlaced. Myka led Helena up to her room, and with the door locked behind them, they picked up where they left off. Helena seemed to know all the right places to touch, making Myka moan and cry out in equal measure.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
With Helena gone, Myka could barely stand the Warehouse. Sometimes, it seemed so empty, while at other times, it seemed to suffocate her. She still had Pete and Artie and Claudia, of course, but none of them filled the Helena-shaped gap that was left. She didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t see what else she could do.
So you’re gone and I am haunted
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
The bookshop was wonderful, though Myka found herself avoiding the W section. Sometimes she thought she had got Helena out of her head successfully, only to remind herself that even the thought that she no longer thought about Helena was in actual fact a thought about Helena. At times like those, she would pull up a chair and sit with her head in her hands.
After Mrs Frederic’s visit with the holographic Helena, Myka had to sit down for a while. It was all she could do to keep herself from crying. Damn, how did Helena get so far under her skin?
I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me...
Myka knew the only way to get Helena’s voice out of her head was to follow her advice. After everything that had happened, she had wanted to convince herself that she had been wrong about Helena in every way possible, but she knew that wasn’t true. There was a reason the two of them had made such a good team.