Bering and Wells college au. I own nothing. The song briefly used is Liar by Queen.

Imagine your OTP meeting as college roommates. Person A has already inhabited the room for some time, and it's quite disorganized. Person B walks in for the first time (unannounced) and can't help but smile when they see Person B blushing in embarrassment of the mess, saying, "I'm sorry, I'd hoped to have it ready by the time you arrived!"

Imagine your OTP as students and they share dorms. Person B runs off into an abandon classroom to vent/cry when they are bullied to an extent. But Person A later on finds Person B and makes them promise to not leave if they are upset, but instead talk to him/her for comfort.

-oOo-

Myka could hear the music from halfway down the hall. By the time she was right outside the door, she could make out the female voice singing along.

"Liar liar they never ever let you win, liar liar everything you do is sin, liar nobody believes you, liar they bring you down before you begin."

She listened to the singing voice for a moment before opening the door. She can't help but smile at what she saw.

The woman in the room, her roommate apparently, was dancing slightly in front of a bookshelf. She focused on arranging the books in a specific order, then bent down to pull even more out of a box at her feet. Myka's eyes were drawn to the strip of skin that appeared between her trousers and tank top. She quickly looked at the far wall as her free hand came up to rub the back of her neck.

She let the bag in her hand fall to the floor when the music died down. Her roommate spun around, dark hair fanned out with the motion. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight of Myka standing there. Myka was positive the eyes briefly flitted down her body before locking with her. After a moment, the woman looked around the room.

It was a mess. Opened boxes sat all over the floor, some of their contents had already been withdrawn, and set on the floor. Food wrappers and takeout boxes were scattered on the counter of their small kitchenette. Clothes hung out of a hard, old-fashioned suitcase that lay on what Myka assumed to be her bed.

"Bollocks," the woman muttered as she ran a hand through her hair. Her voice carried a deep English accent. "I'm terribly sorry. I had hoped to have it ready by the time you arrived. I'm afraid I got caught up with the pre-semester events they held for international students."

"It's fine," Myka laughed. "As long as my bed is available to sleep in some time tonight."

"Well, let it not be said that all of my manners vanished." She walked towards Myka with her hand out. "Helena Wells. You must be Myka."

"That's me," she said as she took Helena's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you. Would you like some help bringing your stuff up?"

Myka glanced around the room. "I need somewhere to put it first."

"Oh, yes," Helena frowned. "I truly am sorry. I should have ensured my stuff was put in its proper place soon after I arrived."

"Don't worry about it," Myka told her. She picked her bag up, and lifted it onto a dresser that sat in an otherwise empty, door-less closet. She shrugged her backpack off and set it on the floor. "Need any help unpacking?"

Helena looked around the room again. "If you wouldn't mind too terribly."

-oOo-

Helena stared at the door as it closed behind Myka. Her mind quickly ran through what had just happened.

It was a cold day; the coldest since winter had started months ago. The two women had decided to spend the day indoors, bundled in their blankets as they read. Of course, they had pushed their beds together ages ago, so they had cuddled together under the same blankets. Helena had reclined back into Myka's arms, her head resting on the taller woman's shoulder.

The silence had been broken by the ring of Myka's phone.

Myka had slid from beneath her, to grab her phone from her desk across the room. She had accepted the call just before the final ring.

The following few minutes had involved Myka standing still as a statue while what was obviously yelling came from the other end.

Then, Myka's eyes had grown even wider, and she had run from the room, leaving Helena confused and worried.

After a moment, Helena rushed into movement herself. She pulled her shoes, sweatpants, and jacket on, and slipped her phone, student ID, and key into her pocket. She grabbed Myka's jacket and shoes, then followed the only path Myka could have taken.

There was only one place Myka would run off to without warning, an unused classroom in the basement of Academic Building 2. So, Helena set off in that direction, the wind biting at her skin as she walked. It was the beginning of February, a decidedly bad time to go for a barefoot run across the northern campus.

The thought made her stride lengthen. The only thing that kept her from breaking out into a full sprint was the knowledge that Myka would want some time to herself.

Snow started to fall just as the old building came into view. She mentally cursed. She had grabbed Myka's jacket, but they had both been in shorts beneath their blankets.

The building, practically empty on a busy day, was deserted when she entered it. She slowly moved down the rackety stairway. Her footsteps echoed off the stone walls as she walked through the thin hallway.

She took a deep breath when she reached the room. She could hear Myka's sobs through the door. The sound tore at her.

She slowly opened the door, knocking on it as she did.

The sobs stopped, and by the time she opened the door all the way, Myka was standing and wiping her tears away.

"What?" Her voice shook.

"I wanted to make sure that you are alright."

"I'm fine."

"If you were fine, you wouldn't have left our room in such a manner."

Myka held her gaze for a few moments, then broke down. She slumped against the wall, and slid to the ground. Helena crossed the room in wide strides, and pulled her into her arms.

She held onto Myka as she sobbed. Myka's body shook, from the tears and the cold, and her tears formed a wet spot on Helena's jacket. Helena lightly rubbed Myka's back in an attempt to calm her. Myka's hands moved to grasp at Helena's shirt.

"I've got you," Helena whispered.

They sat like that long after Myka had calmed down. Slowly, Myka started to move so she was no longer curled into Helena, and was instead sitting next to her, arms around her waist, face pushed into her neck. Helena kept one arms wrapped around her shoulders, and held the taller woman close.

"It was my father," Myka said after a while. Her voice cracked slightly and muffled against Helena's skin. She took a deep breath. Her body shuddered slightly as she exhaled. "On the phone. He…He…"

"You don't have to tell me," Helena softly told her. Her free hand came up to rest on the side of Myka's face. Her fingers lightly ran through the curls.

"I need to."

Helena nodded, tightened her grip on Myka's shoulders, and pressed a light kiss to her hair.

"I told my sister about us over winter break, and she seemed fine with it."

Helena listened closely. Myka had told her about how bad her relationship with her sister had been, and how it had seemed to have gotten better since she had essentially moved out when she had started college over a year ago.

Myka fell into silence. Helena didn't prompt her, knowing that she would start again when she was ready to.

"She told my parents." It was a choked confession, the voice tripped over each word. Helena's arm tensed around her shoulder, silently giving her the strength she needed.

There was no need for her to say anymore. They both knew of the precarious relationship between Myka and her father. Helena had already seen the pain and uncertainty in Myka the man had caused. For him to reject such a large part of her identity was obviously tearing at her.

They sat in silence for a while, until Myka started to violently shiver. Helena convinced her to put on her shoes and jacket, then walked them back to their dorm. Helena held Myka close the entire time, her arms wrapped around the taller woman in the hopes of giving her warmth and strength.

When they reached their room, they both changed into dry clothes, and returned to the warmth beneath the blankets.

They lay face to face, arms wrapped around each other, Myka's head tucked beneath Helena's chin.

"Please," Helena whispered after a while. "Don't run like that again. You can always talk to me."

Myka nodded against her. "I'll try."

Helena pulled her even tighter against her. The reply was as good as she was going to get from Myka, who hadn't had anyone to talk to for so many years. Helena swore to herself to always be there for her.