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SPOILERS: Episode 2x12, "Reset"
Artie glares at HG, suspicious of her motives for bringing everyone coffee and tea.
Not just bringing it out, but having it already perfectly prepared, just how they like it. (Espresso for Claudia, and he really needs to hide or break that damn machine. Two sugars and too much milk for Pete. Tea with honey for Myka, and since when does she drink tea? Black coffee for himself.)
When she hands Myka her mug, he nearly drops his own as HG's hand lingers and strokes across the back of Myka's.
He's going to have to step up that talk he's been meaning to have with Myka.
Pete looks at the cookie, the last one of Leena's Oatmeal Raisin Delights (he came up with the name himself), just sitting on the plate. Then he glances up at HG, who's watching him with that unreadable expression. Then back to the cookie. The last cookie.
Making a frustrated sound, HG begins to pull the plate back. "Well, if you're not going to take it, then don't whine about wanting it."
"Hey hey hey, I didn't say I didn't want it. I just it's the last cookie. Why don't you want it?"
"I thought I would be polite and offer it to you first, seeing as you are the more senior Agent."
Pete gets a vibe when he takes the cookie, but quickly forgets about it in the face of delicious, gooey Oatmeal Raisin Delight.
Claudia sits between them on the couch during movie night. She may not be paying attention to the movie at all, having started throwing popcorn at the back of Pete's head about fifteen minutes in, but that's only because the show going on to either side of her is way more entertaining. (And really, they need to stop letting Pete choose movies. None of them can even follow the plotlines of his ninja movies.)
Myka keeps glancing over to HG, not even trying to be subtle. HG, on the other hand, stares straight ahead, seemingly enthralled with the movie.
But her smirk gives her away.
Halfway through, when HG's arm stretches behind her, hand resting against Myka's neck, she gives up.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night, guys. See you in the morning."
Looking over her shoulder as she goes up the stairs, she catches HG shifting closer to Myka on the couch.
She isn't sure how she feels about this. Isn't HG supposed to be the bad guy?
Leena watches from the doorway. She was surprised when she came in from helping Artie to hear the elegant sounds of a piano filling the house. As far as she knew (and she was positive she was right), none of the residents played.
It had turned out to be the newest member of their group playing in the fading light.
HG doesn't look up until the song is finished. But when she does, it's straight at her, eyebrow raised in challenge.
Leena just smiles, intrigued by the colors her aura is giving off, mostly interested by how closely they match Myka's as of late.
Only one color gives her pause. She hopes it isn't as she fears.
Myka finds herself unable to sleep. It isn't for lack of comfort; the room's the perfect temperature, like always, and the sheets are fresh from the wash. She's done everything she had wanted to accomplish that day and made sure everything was put away before climbing into bed. Trying to figure out what's keeping her up, she nearly jumps off the bed when Helena shifts in her arms.
As her lover sighs, she presses a kiss into her hair. "Can't sleep either?"
"No," Helena whispers back. "I'm sorry, am I keeping you awake?"
"Not you. Something else; I can't figure it out."
She lets go of Helena, watching as she settles into a mirror position of her own. There's a frown settled over her brow that wasn't there a second ago.
"The others They still don't trust me." It's a statement, not a question. One Myka had been hoping to avoid.
She figures honesty will work best. "Not really."
Helena's silent. Then, "Do you trust me?"
Sliding down the bed until they're at eye level, she takes both of her hands, lacing their fingers together (For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,/And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.).
It's all the answer Helena apparently needs as she kisses Myka.
Three weeks later, Myka vows to never trust someone like that again as dirt and rocks fly from under the tires of her SUV.
A/N: The aura color Leena sees is dark, murky pink, which according to my research, means a dishonest nature. The quote in italics in Myka's section is from Romeo & Juliet; I like the idea that Myka can rattle off random bits of literature.
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