W13 fic: Last Kiss (Myka/HG)
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seriousficTitle: Last Kiss
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: PG
Word Count: 552
Characters/Pairings: Myka/HG
Spoilers: Takes place during the season three finale.
Summary: Myka and Helena haven't been in the same room for a year.
Myka tapped at the wall where the portal had been. There wasn't much else to do but wait and hope Pete could manage on the other side. It was this or look at Helena. Myka wasn't sure she could do that. She'd been willing, just for a moment, to condemn Helena to non-existence like a move in the Regents' stupid Chess game—sacrificing her like she was a pawn, giving in to the pain Helena had been directing inward and outward ever since Christine died. It made her feel shame boiling up to her ears. She was supposed to be better than that. She was supposed to be the person who protected people like H.G.
Bering and Wells indeed.
"Agent Bering?" Helena asked, her voice brittle with something close to the same anguish Myka felt. "A moment, please?"
Myka went back to join her. Helena was seated in the game chair, working the Chess board, and even though she knew the trick to beating it Myka felt a cold stab in her gut over seeing Helena in danger. "Yeah?" she asked nonchalantly, spontaneously reaching out to pat Helena's hand.
"I think I've got the portal back online," Helena explained. "One move and checkmate."
"Okay, good. Great. Let's go."
"Myka," Helena said gently, stressing her name. "Can I tell you something? It won't take long."
"Anything."
"When I started assisting the Warehouse again, I thought it would be enough to see you. It wasn't, but I consoled myself that you hadn't really forgiven me. That even if I were free, we couldn't be together."
Myka was shaking her head, but Helena continued.
"I thought I would never touch you again. Not even smell your hair. I was ready for that. But now we're here. And I realize I have no right to ask this of you, and there's no time, but if you could find it in your heart—"
Myka felt all the warring emotions in her head go right and, halfway before she realized she had decided, she was kissing Helena. Just like that, it all came flooding in. Not just pleasure and not just how she felt, but the memory of Helena, the nostalgia of her—evenings in the library, picking out her favorite books for Helena to devour, showing her the 20th century from start to finish in literature—lying across the bed from Helena, feeling the lust and affection and charisma fall away for a few moments, leaving only a hole in her slowly being filled in—touching Helena in odd moments, stroking her leg during briefings, her hand in the car, a strand of hair out of her eyes, and thinking that Helena was recovering too.
Things she'd had to bury to even think about letting H.G. be destroyed.
And the moment in Warehouse 2 when she'd thought it'd all been for nothing, when she'd sworn to kill Helena, when she felt that hole open wider and suck her down. But now she knew. She had touched Helena, on some level, and it had been enough.
"Thank you," Helena breathed. "Even if it is just the once."
"We'll do this again," Myka promised. "I won't give up on you. Never again."
Helena moved the final chess piece.
The portal opened.
Taking Helena's hand, Myka led her through.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: PG
Word Count: 552
Characters/Pairings: Myka/HG
Spoilers: Takes place during the season three finale.
Summary: Myka and Helena haven't been in the same room for a year.
Myka tapped at the wall where the portal had been. There wasn't much else to do but wait and hope Pete could manage on the other side. It was this or look at Helena. Myka wasn't sure she could do that. She'd been willing, just for a moment, to condemn Helena to non-existence like a move in the Regents' stupid Chess game—sacrificing her like she was a pawn, giving in to the pain Helena had been directing inward and outward ever since Christine died. It made her feel shame boiling up to her ears. She was supposed to be better than that. She was supposed to be the person who protected people like H.G.
Bering and Wells indeed.
"Agent Bering?" Helena asked, her voice brittle with something close to the same anguish Myka felt. "A moment, please?"
Myka went back to join her. Helena was seated in the game chair, working the Chess board, and even though she knew the trick to beating it Myka felt a cold stab in her gut over seeing Helena in danger. "Yeah?" she asked nonchalantly, spontaneously reaching out to pat Helena's hand.
"I think I've got the portal back online," Helena explained. "One move and checkmate."
"Okay, good. Great. Let's go."
"Myka," Helena said gently, stressing her name. "Can I tell you something? It won't take long."
"Anything."
"When I started assisting the Warehouse again, I thought it would be enough to see you. It wasn't, but I consoled myself that you hadn't really forgiven me. That even if I were free, we couldn't be together."
Myka was shaking her head, but Helena continued.
"I thought I would never touch you again. Not even smell your hair. I was ready for that. But now we're here. And I realize I have no right to ask this of you, and there's no time, but if you could find it in your heart—"
Myka felt all the warring emotions in her head go right and, halfway before she realized she had decided, she was kissing Helena. Just like that, it all came flooding in. Not just pleasure and not just how she felt, but the memory of Helena, the nostalgia of her—evenings in the library, picking out her favorite books for Helena to devour, showing her the 20th century from start to finish in literature—lying across the bed from Helena, feeling the lust and affection and charisma fall away for a few moments, leaving only a hole in her slowly being filled in—touching Helena in odd moments, stroking her leg during briefings, her hand in the car, a strand of hair out of her eyes, and thinking that Helena was recovering too.
Things she'd had to bury to even think about letting H.G. be destroyed.
And the moment in Warehouse 2 when she'd thought it'd all been for nothing, when she'd sworn to kill Helena, when she felt that hole open wider and suck her down. But now she knew. She had touched Helena, on some level, and it had been enough.
"Thank you," Helena breathed. "Even if it is just the once."
"We'll do this again," Myka promised. "I won't give up on you. Never again."
Helena moved the final chess piece.
The portal opened.
Taking Helena's hand, Myka led her through.
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Date: 2011-10-25 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-26 07:46 am (UTC)But it's also very sad knowing what's going to happen next.
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Date: 2011-10-26 03:52 pm (UTC)