MY ONE

Chapter One

So here's my first Warehouse 13 FF based right after 4x17…

The words still echoed in Myka's head.

I think we're looking at ovarian cancer.

Myka had wanted to laugh. After all her exploits; living on the very brink of death every day, saving the world or a regular basis, she had never imagined going out this way. It seemed almost anti-climatic. She had learnt to protect herself from anything and everything, well almost. She sighed as she realized that her own body betraying her, her own cells mutating to plunge her into a slow, sad death was something never in her control. Myka Ophelia Bering was waging a war with herself and she was afraid the end was near.

The laughter at the table broke her train of thought.

Right, dinner… Myka looked over at all the people around her; all the people who were still recovering from the wounds that were cast in the aftermath of the battle with Sykes. Myka didn't want to add to the wounds. This was home. This was family. It would hurt to walk away. But it was the right thing to do. Maybe they would understand, maybe they wouldn't.

"Artie, can I talk to you after?" Myka asked snapping out of her trance.

"Uh… yeah- Claudia stop it! – sure"

Myka excused herself from the table.

It wasn't until hours later when she finally found Artie alone. The house was quiet; everyone had retreated to their rooms.

"You wanted to talk" Artie raised his bushy eyebrows.

"Yeah, I want to take a while off"

"Okay" Artie frowned "We have a few pings lined up, but you could take the weekend"

"No Artie, I mean more of a sabbatical"

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just- all this saving the world, almost dying stuff is finally catching up with me. I just need to take some time and sort out my head"

"Okay" Artie said cautiously "how much time are we talking about?"

"A month?"

"A month! Myka, I-" Artie paused when he saw a gaunt look pass over Myka's face before she quickly replace it with a vacant smile "I'll have to talk to Mrs. Fredrick. But are you sure you're fine?"

"Thanks Artie! Oh and when you see her tell her I'd like a word"

The next day Artie told her she could go. Myka was all set to leave without a goodbye but as a thought crossed her mind she decided against it. She had left them like that once before and that didn't turn out too well. Myka knew she had to face them, but she also knew she could never tell them.

"Mykes, off to Denver?" Pete came in with his usual nonchalant behavior.

"No-Yes. I mean I-"

"Myka's hiding something" Claudia teased as she came up from behind "Jinxy! Your services are required"

"It's nothing guys. Just taking some time off"

"Geez! Defensive much?" Claudia mumbled.

"Well, bye then" Myka smiled as she lugged she bag out the door.

It took her nineteen hours to drive there. The place where she had last seen her, the woman who so easily took her breath away. Myka never thought she'd find herself out on the driveway of the woman she swore wouldn't chase after. The woman who didn't stop her. The woman who made Myka's heart pump so hard, it might as well beat out of her chest.

She looked around. So much had changed since then. Myka remembered wanting to never let go of H.G. when they hugged. She remembered the hitch in her breath when their relationship was titled as a simple friendship. H.G. had deserved her chance at normalcy (well as normal as a woman displaced in time old could get), but Myka couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. H.G. had walked away so easily and found something… something Myka feared she would never find. And slowly her fears were proving to be true. Myka wanted to scream at the woman. Ask her how she couldn't see she was breaking Myka's heart. But something always stopped her.

Standing in the moonlight on the front porch, Myka wanted more. She wanted more than just fleeting goodbyes and stolen glances. She wanted more than the uncertainty Helena G. Wells always left her behind with.

She knocked on the door and seconds later she met the eyes of the raven-haired haired author. She smiled as if she had been expecting her.

"Myka"

"Helena"

Helena came forward and hugged the younger woman. Myka felt complete for a moment before Helena broke away from the embrace.

"Come in"

"No. Meet me at that diner on the corner of Mayfield and 51st in 20"

Helena raised her eyebrows but nodded.

Myka picked the booth furthest away from people. She wanted to be alone. Just her and H.G. Bering and Wells.

Helena entered exactly twenty minutes later.

"Hi"

"Hello, darling. I trust you need my help on an artifact?"

"No this is more… personal"

"You look quite pale? Are you doing alright?"

"No. Not really. No… Helena. No. I've missed you" Myka bit her lip to stop herself from crying, she didn't want Helena to see that. She couldn't.

"Myka, dear, you're scaring me"

"You just. You let go so easily. How could you Helena? How could you just walk away and not even bother to tell me. How can you just play house while- while"

I'm dying, Myka thought, You're breaking my heart, she wanted to say. There was so much left unsaid. So much that needed and yet somehow they always managed to skirt around it.

"Myka"

"Helena when my physical came back I didn't know what to do. The only person I wanted to tell was you and you were here- here taking the whole Emily Lake persona to heart. I needed you. From the first time you pulled a gun at me I felt a spark between us and I can't help but feel that you saw that too. And we've always danced around it but that's okay now. Now, I need you to be my friend now. Helena I- I'm sick." Myka laughed but it didn't reach her eyes, it never did anymore "It's ridiculous really. Ovarian cancer. So, they'll probably pluck out my ovaries, chop of my breasts to be sure, pump me full of meds and that's that. Helena I need you"

"Myka…" Helena gasped and came forward to hold Myka's hand. "I'm so sorry"

"I'm going home. Come with me"

"I- Why me?"

Myka knew that answer but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. She wanted Helena… needed her.

"I tried to destroy the world, kill you on several occasions might I add. I'm no good Myka."

"That's hardly true"

"How is everyone else taking it?"

Myka looked away.

"You haven't told them? Pete? Artie? Claudia? No one?"

"I told you. I need you. You. Always you."

"Myka I-"

Myka stood up and began to walk away.

"You're My One, were from that first moment I laid my eyes on you. It just took me this long to admit. I was afraid but I've got nothing to lose anymore." Myka looked at the stunned woman one last time soaking in every crevice of her body lest this be their last meeting "I'll be in Denver if you decide to come"

Myka left that night. She felt childish for coming. Helena was never hers; she was never going to be. This was a silly plan from the beginning. What they had was a fantasy Myka had built up in her head. But she was also glad. She felt a weight was lifted off her chest.

Her cards were on the table.

She was in love with H.G. Wells.

Previously:

"Artie" Claudia stared down the old man "what's up with Myka?"

"I don't know"

"Artie"

"I don't know! She told me she wanted a break from all world-saving and she talked things over with Mrs. Fredrick. She never told me"

"Why would she want a break? The warehouse is her happiest place on Earth"

"I don't know, Pete. You can ask her when you see her"

"Well, you know where we're going now"

Artie raised his eyebrows.

"Pete and I here are taking a little detour to visit our ex-resident-psychopath"

"Ah… Helena"

"Aha. I trust Steve and Abigail can hold down the fort"

They took a flight straight to Emily Lake and got a head start on Myka.

"Helena" Pete waved.

"Hey crazy lady" Claudia hugged her.

"Claudia. Pete." Helena smiled "What artifact are we hunting today?"

"Myka"

She chuckled. "I'm sorry, I don't follow"

"She left the warehouse"

"Did I do something again?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"No. But we believe she's coming to you"

"Why?"

"Gosh! For an evil, genius, psychopath who almost brought on an ice age you sure are thick headed"

"Well, that's not very nice of you"

"What Claudia mean is, how have you not noticed?"

"Honestly I'm a little lost guys"

"She left to warehouse and she's on her way here. She left her happiest place to find you" Pete shrugged. "You're her one. The one"

"She loves you! Honestly woman and here we thought you were brilliant or something!"

Helena blushed.

"She does?"

Well that's all then. Review?