Memories are but Shadows of the Past
Pairing: HG Wells/Myka, Helen Magnus/HG Wells (past)
Rating: Mature
Spoiler: season 3 set after the finale, assuming that they got HG Wells back
Disclaimer: If I did own the rights to these lovely ladies they would have a lot more fun – trust me.
Summary: In pursuit of an artifact, Myka Bering and HG Wells come across a mysterious woman. As the mystery unravels, Myka learns more about HG Wells' past. Will Myka lose HG Wells to this woman from HG's past, or will their relationship start to move forward?
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Myka Bering was furious as she chased after the tall, dark woman. She had been so close to snagging the artifact she and Helena had been tracking for two days now, only to have it snatched from right under her nose by this Amazon of a woman in a long black coat. The woman could run too, Myka realized as she huffed and puffed, following the woman through dark alleys.
As Myka gained a little on the woman, she reached for her service weapon, cursing the fact that Helena had her Tesla. She really had to talk to Artie about getting Helena a Tesla, Myka thought while aiming her gun at the woman.
"Secret Service! Stop or I'll shoot!" she barked.
The woman stopped and twirled around so fast Myka almost took a step back. In the fraction of a second it took for Myka to blink, the woman had a weapon out, pointing it at Myka. At least Myka thought it was a weapon. She had never seen anything like it. It looked more like something from an action movie, or perhaps one of Pete's science fiction shows.
The woman smiled as she pointed the weapon at Myka. Myka glared at her. Why the hell was she smiling? Myka had a gun pointed at her, for God's sake. A flash of a memory of pointing her gun at another beautiful woman crossed Myka's mind. HG Wells had also smiled at Myka. The realization only made Myka angrier. She knew she had to calm down in order to win this standoff. A shadow moving behind the woman caught Myka's attention. She relaxed and smirked at the woman. Backup had arrived.
"I would put down my gun if I were you," HG Wells spoke calmly behind the woman. "If not, I will be forced to shoot you, and you would really not like that at all."
Myka watched in fascination as the woman lowered her weapon and slowly raised her arms up to her sides. She was not smiling anymore. In fact, her face looked almost ashen, as if she had experienced a lot of pain. With a last glance at Myka, she turned around.
"Dear God," she whispered. "Helena Wells."
Helena's hand shook as she lowered her gun. She stared at the woman as if looking at a ghost.
"Helena!" Myka shouted alarmed at Helena's odd behavior.
"Helen?"
Helena flew across the space separating them and threw her arms around Helen Magnus. She cried as she held her. Helen Magnus laughed and caressed Helena's hair.
"Hush darling, everything is fine."
"Helena, what the hell is going on?" Myka said loudly. She had lowered her gun but was still eying the woman, Helen, with high suspicion. "She stole our artifact."
Helen Magnus disentangled herself from Helena and turned to Myka. She smiled cheekily, reminding Myka for a moment of Helena.
"I'm sorry about that, but I had to get you away from there or you could have been hurt, killed even."
Myka rolled her eyes and holstered her gun. Obviously the woman had no intention to hurt them. Myka was very aware that the mysterious woman was still holding Helena's hand.
"Dearest, how can you…" Helena said and gently touched Helen's face.
"You know her?" Myka exclaimed.
"I used to," Helena said with a lot of sadness in her voice. "A very long time ago."
"I thought we had lost you," Helen Magnus said and took Helena's hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.
Helena laughed and tilted her head at Helen. Then to Myka's frustration she hugged the woman again. Magnus gently removed Helena's arms from around her neck when her phone rang in her pocket. She glanced briefly at the display before answering.
"Will. Good. Did everything go all right?"
Myka gave Helena a sharp look and indicated with her head for her to come closer. Helena glanced one more time at Helen Magnus before letting go of her hand. She sighed heavily and then walked over to Myka. Myka grabbed Helena's elbow and pulled her away from Magnus.
"Helena, what's going on? Who is she?"
"Someone who should be here just as much as I," Helena said with a deep sigh. She ran her hand through her hair. "Helen Magnus and I were close… a very long time ago. When I lived in London."
Myka gaped. She looked over at Magnus. The woman appeared to be somewhere in her mid forties, if even that old. How could she possibly be as old as Helena indicated?
"Are you absolutely sure it's her?" Myka pressed on.
Helena turned and looked at Magnus with such tenderness in her eyes, Myka wanted to cry. When Myka pulled at Helena's arm again she turned her head and nodded.
"I cannot explain how, or even why, Myka, but that woman is definitely Dr. Helen Magnus."
Helen gave one last order before ending the call, putting her phone back in her pocket. She turned and smiled at the other two.
"I don't know about the two of you, but I have had enough of this chilly night. Perhaps we can continue this conversation over a nice cup of tea back at my house?"
"That sounds wonderful," Helena said cheerfully.
Myka muttered a curse under her breath as she watched Helena link her arm with Magnus, looking up at her with such adoration. Meeting Helen Magnus had definitely brought out a different side of Helena, Myka noted with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
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Helena gaped as she stared at the gothic building. She looked at Magnus for an explanation. Helen chuckled and put her arm around Helena's shoulders.
"I had the building moved about fifty years or so ago."
"Astounding," Helena whispered.
Myka trailed behind them as they entered the majestic building. My house, my ass, Myka thought to herself. She had already decided that she did not like Helen Magnus, and especially not the way Helena looked at Magnus.
"Please make yourselves at home," Magnus said and smiled at Myka as they entered what appeared to be the living room.
Myka jumped and stared at the creature standing in the doorway. He looked at her and chuckled.
"I don't eat humans," he said to her. "Only on special occasions."
Magnus laughed and patted him on his shoulder. "Be nice, old friend. These two ladies are guests of mine. Very special guests." The last words directed at Helena who walked over to her.
"Very old friends," she said and kissed Magnus' cheek.
"Would you like me to make some tea, or do you want dinner?"
"Tea is fine," Magnus said. "Perhaps some sandwiches."
"Something to nibble on," Helena said cheerfully, her arm again linked with Helen's.
Big Guy grunted and left, closing the door behind him.
"Am I dreaming, or was that Sasquatch?" Myka said a bit nervously.
"Yes, though his people call themselves something much different."
"And he works for you?"
"Yes and no. Please, have a seat," Magnus said and smiled at Myka.
Myka eased down into a chair watching Magnus and Helena sit down on the sofa across from her. Helena was sitting so close to Helen, their thighs were touching. She kept looking at Helen, now and then touching her, as if not really believing that she was there. Myka feared for the first time that she might lose Helena.
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"I did so not scream like a girl," Will protested.
"Did too, man," Henry said with a snicker. He grinned at Will over his shoulder as he entered the living room.
"If you'd just been where you were supposed to be."
"I had to rig the gun since you dropped it and messed it up," Henry said and made a face at Will. "Hi doc," he said and glanced at Helen Magnus. "Perhaps you need a simpler gun, dude."
"I'll give you…"
"Gentlemen!" Magnus exclaimed.
Will and Henry both froze and faced her. Will's eyebrows shot up when he noticed the other two.
"Sorry Magnus."
"We have visitors, so perhaps that you would consider adjusting your tone?"
Helena chuckled and smiled at them. Henry tilted his head when he recognized her face. He frowned and then his eyes got large.
"It can't be," he muttered and walked over to the fireplace.
Henry reached up and carefully grabbed one of the many picture frames residing there. It was old and elaborate, and it held a black and white photograph of a beautiful woman. He looked at it for a moment and then straight at Helena. She smiled at him and her eyebrow inched up in curiosity.
"Is this you?" he asked and handed her the picture.
Helena took it from him and chuckled. "Oh dear," she said and looked at Helen.
"It is, isn't it?" Henry exclaimed.
"Can someone please fill me in?" Will asked impatiently, not amused at being the only one not understanding what was going on.
"Dude, meet HG Wells," Henry said and gestured to Helena.
"What?" Will exclaimed and stared at Helena. She shrugged and smiled. He looked at Magnus for an explanation. "Magnus?"
"Have a seat gentlemen," Magnus offered.
"You're HG Wells?"
"I am, though I prefer to be called Helena."
"Helena," Will echoed and slowly shook his head.
"I believe he is in a bit of shock," Helena said and winked at Magnus.
"Oh darling, how I've missed your mischievous ways," Magnus said and laughed.
"I'm sitting talking to HG Wells," Will mumbled.
"It's a bit daunting at first, isn't it?" Myka said and gave him a sympathetic smile. She held out her hand to him. "Myka Bering, Secret Service."
"Dr. Will Zimmerman," He mumbled and shook her hand.
"And this here is Henry Foss," Helen Magnus said and smiled at Henry who was still staring at Helena, trying to make sense of things.
"You know, I've seen that picture so many times I felt like you were part of our family. Kind of like a distant relative that you don't get to see very often. I even made up some stories about you when I was little," he said a little embarrassed. "I never thought I would actually get to meet you."
"Really Henry," Magnus teased. "Hasn't working for the Sanctuary taught you that nothing is impossible and that the most astonishing things do happen?"
He shrugged. "Well considering the fact that my boss is over a hundred and fifty years old, and that I work with Bigfoot and this dude, I guess yeah."
"And that you're a werewolf," Will muttered.
Myka froze at the last word. "You're what?" she whispered.
"HAP, dude, a HAP," Henry said and made a face at Will. He moved towards the door. "You coming? I'm not cleaning up this mess on my own."
"Sure," Will said and shot Helena another glance. "I hope that I get a chance to talk to you again," he said to her. "I mean just the thought of actually speaking to HG Wells… wow!" He shook his head as he got up and walked to the door.
Helena chuckled and kissed Magnus' cheek. "What charming fellows."
"He was joking right?" Myka said and looked at Magnus. "The werewolf part I mean."
"Not at all. Henry is an abnormal."
Myka stared at the door which the two men had disappeared through. She swallowed nervously as she contemplated Helen's words.
To be Continued…