This story is basically follows the storyline of the show from 2x09 to the start of season 4. It is a Bering and Wells fic because they SHOULD BE CANON! I've written it all already and just need to edit and proof read so chapters should come pretty regularly. All of the characters belong to Syfy. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think! :)

Chapter 1

Myka was curled up on her bed engrossed in one of her favourite books when there was a gentle knock on her bedroom door. She looked up and saw the door open slightly, "Can I come in?" Helena's British accent floated through. Myka smiled.

"Sure," she said, marking her page then putting her book on her bedside cabinet. She shifted slightly, indicating to Helena to come and sit down. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Magnificent." Helena replied, a smile radiating across her face, "I get to be a Warehouse agent again, to continue all the work I did at Warehouse 12, to work in a team again." Myka saw how happy and excited Helena was and it made her smile even more. They both really understood how incredible this job is - the real meaning of endless wonder. "I can never thank you enough Myka," Myka opened her mouth to interrupt but Helena stopped her, "Wait, let me say it. The recommendation that you wrote to the regents was the thing that convinced them. I am quite sure that they would not have reinstated me without it. Thank you." she said sincerely. Myka looked down in slight embarrassment but Helena reached out to touch her hand. They sat in a short, comfortable, silence then Helena asked, "What were you reading?" Myka looked a little embarrassed again.

"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," she said, smiling. Helena looked intrigued. "Oh my goodness, there are so many books I have to introduce you to." Myka continued, her mind flashing with all the great books that had been written since Helena had been bronzed. "This series is about a young wizard called Harry Potter, and his friends at this school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts and they have to fight the evil wizard Lord Voldemort because Harry is the chosen one. It's basically the biggest book and movie franchise for the last decade and a half. Everyone has read them, or at least seen the movies. It's great" Helena giggled at Myka's dorkiness.

Myka spent the next hour geeking out about all the brilliant books that she thought that Helena should read. Helena sat quietly, admiring the other woman and her passion for literature. She was really looking forward to reading each and every one of these books, then getting to discuss them all with Myka. One of the best things after reading a really good book is to share your views with a friend and hear their opinions of the characters and the storylines. The conversation flowed so easily, they talked and laughed like old friends. Before they knew it they were yawning and they realised that they had been talking for over 4 hours. "Gosh, we should get to bed." Myka giggled when she noticed the time, "Tomorrow is your second first day as an agent!"

"Yes," said Helena, her eyes sparkling, "Thank you for a wonderful evening." They both stood up and walked over to the door. Helena put one hand on the door handle but then turned, and, much to Myka's surprise, she kissed Myka lightly on the lips. It was very quick and as soon as it was over Helena left, closing the door behind her.

Myka's head was spinning. A kiss like that should not have made her feel like this. She brushed her finger over her lips, reliving Helena's kiss, then she jumped back onto the bed like a teenager. She couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. How could she never have considered the idea of being with a woman. She'd never had much luck with guys. She'd never found one that made her completely happy. Sam was great, she did really love him, but she always felt that there was some lack of connection, she'd thought it was to do with the fact that he had a wife, but maybe not?

She made her mind up. She quietly left her room and walked lightly across the landing because it was very late, and softly knocked on Helena's door. Helena opened it and Myka instantly leant in and kissed her. It was soft and warm and magical. Helena pulled Myka into the room and closed the door by pressing Myka's back against it. Her hands tangled themselves in Myka's dark, curly hair and she felt Myka's hands caressing her lower back. They both pulled away from the kiss for breath and ended up gazing deep into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Myka reached up and gently stroked Helena's cheek before leaning in for another kiss.

Myka was initially confused when she woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn't hers, wrapped up with a woman. But then the memories of last night came flooding back and she smiled, breathing into Helena's hold and admiring her beautiful face. Helena's eyes flicked open and she blinked a couple of times before reaching for Myka's face and pulling her into a kiss. "Good morning." she mumbled.

"This is nice." was Myka's reply, kissing Helena again.

Claudia's voice rang up from downstairs, "Artie's on his way. Meeting in 10." she shouted. Myka and Helena jumped. Myka looked really startled. She leapt out of bed and threw on the clothes she had been wearing the previous night. She was just about to run straight out of the room, but at the last minute she turned around and leant over Helena, giving her another deep, intoxicating kiss.

"See you downstairs," she said seductively, before scuttling to her own room.

Helena dropped her head back onto the pillow contently. It had been over a hundred years since she had last been close to anyone, but it was a million times better than she remembered. But then again, maybe some of that was more to do with Myka than Helena's memory. She lay on the bed for a few moments, reminiscing in the nights activities, but then she dragged herself off the soft mattress and started to get ready. She stared at the collection of clothes that she had unpacked into the wardrobe last night before going to speak to Myka. She really liked modern day fashion - it was so much more practical than the dresses and corsets that she used to wear. She picked out a shirt, waistcoat and some trousers ('pants' as the Americans called them) and was downstairs at the table before anyone else, earning her a sarcastic "gold star" from Artie.