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Hour of the Wolf
Chapter 7 - Rekindling
Myka looked up when there was a soft knock on the door. She smiled at Helena who was deep in thought, typing on her laptop in the bedroom. Myka put her book down and got up.
"Dr. Calder," she said to the smiling doctor. "Please come in."
"Thank you Myka."
"Helena is working," Myka explained in a soft tone of voice.
"Wonderful to hear."
They sat down on the couch. Vanessa gave Myka a long look and she tilted her head curiously.
"What?" she said and laughed a little nervously.
"You have really done a marvelous job Myka," she said sofatly. "Helena's mood swings are almost gone. She seems to be sleeping better too."
"She is," Myka confirmed. A tiny smile emerged as she thought of waking up with Helena in her arms. It was still so new that it amazed her every morning.
"Have you made love yet?" the doctor asked.
"Isn't that a bit too personal a question to ask Myka? Or perhaps you are jealous?"
Helena was leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded and a teasing smirk on her lips. She walked over and sat down behind Myka, wrapping her arm around her waist in a possessive gesture.
"It is," Vanessa agreed ignoring Helena's bait. "But it is an important step for the two of you. I don't want you to rush into anything, but I would like to know." She rolled her eyes at the look on Helena's face. "Helena, I'm your doctor, not a pervert."
"Oh, so that's why you turned me down then?" Helena teased.
"You were hitting on Dr. Calder?" Myka exclaimed. "Helena! How could you?"
"It was all in good fun," Helena assured her. "I really had no intention on delivering. I just wanted to see if I could rile the good doctor up a little."
Myka made a disapproving sound and pulled away from Helena. Helena leaned forward again pulling Myka against her. She nuzzled the side of Myka's neck, and Myka sighed in defeat.
"Helena, you're an ass," she muttered.
Helena laughed and kissed Myka's cheek. Vanessa watched pleased as they teased each other. She was glad to witness the reemerging closeness between the two. She had written numerous passages in Helena's medical records about her worries over allowing Myka back into Helena's life. It seemed now that her worries had been in vain.
"But a pretty arse I think," Helena mumbled and caressed Myka's hair away so she could place a soft kiss at the nape of Myka's neck.
"Very pretty," Myka whispered and tilted her head to give Helena more access to her neck.
"You are very affectionate today Helena," Vanessa said. "I'm very pleased to see that Myka's presence here is appreciated."
"Oh it's appreciated all right," Helena purred. "I just wish that she would " she tapped her lips for a moment as if trying to remember something. "How was it Pete put it again? Put out? Yes, that's it," she said with a happy laugh. "I wish she would put out."
"Helena!" Myka squeaked and her cheeks turned pink.
Vanessa laughed. She had gotten so used to Helena's flirtatious teasing. Few things shocked the good doctor anymore and Helena Wells, even though she tried her best, did not get a rise out of her anymore.
"Don't you worry, Myka, Helena has said much worse things to me. I'm not easily shocked, and I know that you're very selective in who you let in close."
"Thank you," Myka mumbled, still a bit embarrassed.
"Joking aside, have you talked about this?" Vanessa asked.
Myka looked down and shook her head. "Not really." She looked up at Dr. Calder, avoiding looking at Helena. "I thought it best to wait. So many emotions are uncoiled when you make love."
"I agree," Vanessa said with a nod. "Still, it is a healthy part of being a couple."
"Are we though?" Myka whispered.
Helena eased away from Myka and knelt on the floor. She took Myka's hands and smiled up at her.
"I'd really like for us to be a couple again," she said in a gentle tone of voice. "To have you back in my life has been bliss, darling. I feel stronger and happier just by being in your presence."
"Oh Helena," Myka whispered.
"If you're holding back because of me, then don't. I am ready to take that step."
Helena pulled Myka down for a kiss. It was soft and did not last long, but to Myka it was achingly sweet. She smiled at Helena and nodded.
"I have been," Myka confessed. She sighed. "But that's not the only reason." Myka glanced at Dr. Calder before looking at Helena again. "I don't know what will happen to you, to us," she whispered. "If they rip you away from me again " she closed her eyes and swallowed. "I just don't know if I could handle it."
"So instead you're not letting me in all the way," Helena concluded.
It all made sense to Helena now. She had felt the divide, but had not pushed, instead assuming that Myka's reluctance to be intimate was an aftermath of the betrayal. It had not crossed her mind that Myka was not concerned with the past, but the future.
"Myka," Vanessa said gently. "Helena is not a prisoner, she's a patient. Once she's healed again she will be let out."
Myka just stared at her. She felt Helena's hands grip hers tighter. She looked down at her and noticed the tense expression on Helena's face.
"When?" Helena whispered.
"Not too much longer now I think," Vanessa said and smiled happily. "You're making excellent progress Helena."
"Thank you," Helena whispered.
"What will happen to her?" Myka wanted to know.
"I assume that she will be put back on full duty," Vanessa said and shrugged. "Helena is an agent who had a breakdown. She's being treated and she will heal. I don't see why she would not be put back on duty once I clear her."
"I tried to destroy the world," Helena whispered.
Myka cupped Helena's cheek, comforting her.
"You were under great emotional distress and on top of that affected by an artifact. You should never have been put back on duty in the first place without an extensive psych evaluation. I was fighting hard for that, but the Regents felt that you were fit for duty."
"I guess they were wrong," Helena snapped. "Though in their defense, I did put on a formidable act to convince them," she added a little softer.
"In hindsight, yes," Vanessa agreed. "At this point, casting blame is irrelevant. The only thing that matters right now is you."
Helena smiled gratefully at her. She had really come to like Dr. Calder during the time they had spent together. There had been times when she had wanted to throttle the good doctor, but mostly she had appreciated her company and care.
"Helena, I need to ask you something, and it is very important that you answer me honestly," Vanessa said and looked Helena in the eyes. She had asked the question before, and every time Helena had refused to answer. Vanessa hoped that she was ready to talk.
"As long as it's not about any intimate details about Myka, I'll be happy to," Helena joked.
Myka made a face at her. "You better not," she muttered.
"Did you hire those young men to find Warehouse 2?"
Myka stared at the doctor and then at Helena. She watched with great concern as Helena hung her head and then very slowly shake her head.
"No I did not," she said and looked up at Vanessa. "It still haunts me that my name was attached to their deaths."
"The map was sent to you, Helena, and then on to the three young men."
Helena shook her head. "I handed it over to the Regents. That's the last time I saw it before Egypt."
Vanessa watched Helena carefully to detect any deceit. Helena was good at hiding her emotions and a master of deception, so it was hard to tell. Not to mention that she had just confessed to deliberately manipulating the Regents into reinstating her as an agent. Still Vanessa felt in her gut that Helena was telling the truth.
"I swear to you on Myka's life," Helena added with emphasis.
"This means that you might still be in danger. Someone sent the map in your name. Until we find out who did it, you are safer here."
Myka grabbed Helena's hand tightly as she looked, worried, from one woman to the other.
"Don't the Regents have any idea who it was? Surely there must be a paper trail?"
"Whoever did this hacked Helena's user ID and managed to make it look like the access had come from inside the Warehouse," Vanessa explained.
"Do they think one of us did it?" Myka gasped.
Vanessa shook her head. "No. You've all been cleared."
Myka sighed relieved. She hated the idea of suspecting her closest friends and coworkers.
"We think that someone might have disguised themselves as one of you to get in."
Myka just stared at her. "That's terrible," she whispered.
"Actually Myka, we are fairly certain that whoever did this gained access to the Warehouse by pretending to be you," Vanessa said watching for Myka's reaction.
"Me?" Myka all but screamed. She looked wild-eyed at Helena. "You know that I would never do that, right?" she said, almost in tears.
"Of course, darling," Helena said and smiled.
"We know it could not be you because you were somewhere else at the same time," Vanessa explained.
Myka sighed relieved. "Where was I?"
"At the bookstore in Univille. You used your credit card to buy a book at the same time as Helena's account was accessed."
Myka remembered. She had only been to the bookstore a handful of times. When your parents own a bookstore and you have free shipping with Amazon there's really no reason to go to a bookstore.
"I was buying a book for Helena," she whispered.
"For me?" Helena said surprised. "You never gave it to me."
"Well, I chickened out," Myka mumbled embarrassed. "I still have it."
"Now I'm intrigued," Helena purred.
"It's nothing special really, just a book about London and how it has changed since the time of Jack the Ripper."
Helena tilted her head and just looked at Myka. "That is really sweet," she said. "I remember those days very vividly. London was in turmoil. Everyone was so scared. Charles was furious with me for going out and risking my life on the streets of Whitechapel."
"I would've been too," Myka whispered.
"No, Myka, you would've been right there with me," Helena corrected.
Myka chuckled and nodded. "I guess I would."
"Perhaps we should return to present day, instead of dwelling on the past?" Vanessa suggested.
Helena nodded. She got up and sat down next to Myka again wrapping her arm around Myka's waist. They settled in comfortably together. Vanessa smiled fondly at them.
"I can see the bond between you reestablishing itself again. It is beautiful to watch," she said in a gentle voice. "I must admit I did have my doubts. It does concern me a little that you have eased back together so smoothly without any fights or exchange of harsh words. Have you addressed those feelings at all?"
Myka sighed. "I think I said all I had to say to Helena about how I felt when we were in the car back to the warehouse after Yellowstone."
Helena made a face. "You were pretty angry with me," she mumbled.
"Did you talk to Myka at all during the car ride? Explaining yourself, and your actions?" Vanessa asked, knowing fully well that Helena had not told Myka anything during the drive back from Yellowstone.
"Not then," Helena said. "But I did when Myka showed up here."
"So you have talked about your pain?" Vanessa pushed on.
Myka nodded. It was clear that Vanessa would not be able to draw anything more out of them at this point. She made a mental note to revisit it some other time.
Myka cried out Helena's name as Helena's tongue stroked her, finally sending her over the edge. Her body arched and she curled her fingers in Helena's hair pulling her closer against her. Helena had built her up slowly and lovingly until Myka felt like she was bursting with need. She whimpered her release and finally relaxed down on the bed whispering Helena's name one last time.
Helena kissed the inside of Myka's thigh and slowly crawled up her body until she was stretched out on top of Myka. She kissed her very gently, waiting for Myka to open her eyes. She giggled against Myka's lips when Myka wrapped her arms and legs around her in a tight grip.
"I'm never letting you go again," Myka whispered.
"They would have to kill me first," Helena promised.
Myka opened her eyes and looked into Helena's dark orbs. She saw no deception or indication that Helena was joking. She nodded. Helena brushed her lips against Myka's again in a soft kiss.
"I never thought that I would actually experience tasting myself on your lips again," Myka whispered.
"The thought has crossed my mind too," Helena admitted. "One of my favorite memories that I have often found myself returning to when I felt my sanity slip, involved your lips, and little pieces of fruit. You were very thorough cleaning my stomach as I kept feeding you little morsels."
"I'm always thorough, Helena," Myka said and smirked.
Helena laughed and then yelped as Myka rolled them over. She raised an eyebrow when Myka pinned her arms above her head.
"No one has ever made me feel like you do," Myka whispered softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel my love."
"I would really like that," Helena agreed.
"If I can make you believe in my love, I think that there's a chance for us," Myka said somberly.
"How about starting by showing me?" Helena teased and wriggled her eyebrows.
"You want that?" Myka teased and chewed on her lip trying not to laugh. "You'd like me to touch you?"
"I do," Helena whispered.
She pushed up against Myka, grinding herself against Myka's body, making slow hot circles that started to have an effect on Myka. Myka tightened her grip on Helena's wrists and pushed down.
"None of that," she growled. "My turn, and I plan on being very thorough.
"Oh dear," Helena whispered and bit her lip.
Myka made a face at her before starting her new discovery of Helena's chest.
Myka glanced at the item in her hand again and sighed. She knew it had been her idea and Dr. Calder had approved of it, but she still worried that Helena might not be ready. It had been about two weeks since they had resumed their intimate relationship and Helena had been nothing but a considerate and eager lover.
It was not the actual sex part that had Myka worried, it was the surroundings. Helena still slept with the lights on and refused to spend any time in darkness. Dr. Calder had calmed Myka's worries about it, assuring her that it would change. The question was, when. At least Helena's nightmares had stopped and she slept through the night. Myka put the item in the nightstand drawer and closed it firmly.
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