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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Commentfic Prompt: "this is the way it has to be, you can't stop it." "oh, but i can try, darling."
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By Erin Griffin
Myka stared at Helena through her bars. She looked content to be where she was. She seemed unaffected by the fact that she no longer had anything to her name, not even privacy or dignaty. "I assume you came for one last kiss?"
"What?" Myka asked incredulously. "You're delusional."
"Then, my dear, what are you standing there for? Whatever it is you have to say..."
"I wanted to know why they simply didn't bronze you or kill you." Myka said. She tried to make her voice harsh, but she couldn't go through with it.
"I would like to belive it is because they need me. I was a good warehouse agent."
"You're not going back there, not after you tried to murder the whole world," Myka said. "This is where you belong. This is the way it has to be, you can't stop it."
There was a small silence, and Myke looked over at HG Wells, who had another smirk on her face as she studied the Secret Service agent. "Oh, but I can try, darling." The way she said this made something stir in Myka's stomache, as if she hoped in some small way that Helena was right.
"Guard! I'm done here."
"Oh, say you'll be back. I do love getting visitors..." Helena replied as Myka turned her back on the raven haired woman.
"Like I said, 'I'm done here.'"
"You'll be back, and I will be here. I look forward to seeing you again."
Myka Berring said nothing as the guard came to unlock the outer door and escort her out.
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