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SPOILERS: Season Two.
What Ever Happened to Helena G Wells?
HG Wells was numb. When they pushed her into the dark van she felt nothing, she didn't even flinch when her shoulder briefly hit the side of the car. Nothing.
She had not dared to look at Myka. Her sweet, wonderful Myka. If she had, she would have broken down completely. Instead she pushed all thoughts of Myka out of her mind.
They had moved her shackles so her hands were now resting in her lap. She smirked as she looked at the white cotton mittens covering her hands. They were clever, she gave them that much. She would easily have picked to lock behind her back. She felt the large guard move on her left. She tried to move her body so they weren't touching. No such luck. The feel of him so close made her feel cramped, like a cornered animal. She needed space, she needed to be alone. She glanced out the window at the desolate landscape. It mirrored her soul. She was finally totally alone. That's why she had not picked the lock. That's why she had not fought them. She had nothing left to fight for.
They had taken her to a small airstrip somewhere in the middle of nowhere. A sleek silver jet had swept her away from South Dakota and everyone that mattered to her in this life. At some point she had dozed off as sheer exhaustion finally took its toll on her. She instantly woke when she felt a sharp pain in her left arm. A syringe. She sneered at the man across from her. "Are you planning on killing me? Right here?" He didn't answer her. She looked at the hand holding her arm. Female, she noticed. For some strange reason it was vaguely familiar. She tried to turn her head when the sedative finally kicked in and she slumped in her seat. Gentle hands smoothed her hair away from her face and touched her neck to check her pulse.
"She's fine," the man said sternly. "No reason to worry."
"I beg to differ," she said, standing up to him. "She's my patient, and if I want to take certain precautions, that is my call, and my call alone."
He nodded. "As you wish doctor. Just watch out. She is very deceptive."
She looked at him and smiled. He didn't like that smile. It was a patronizing smile, one you would grant a child. "You don't think I know that?" she asked. She caressed HG's hair again, thinking that she needed to tie it up. "I know her better than any of you."
He nodded. "She has changed."
HG stirred and smiled. She could smell leather and something else vaguely familiar. It reminded her of home. She slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she panicked for a moment. Then she remembered. They had drugged her. She slowly sat up and cradled her head in her hands. Her hair was tied back and she reached out to feel the tight braid. She wondered who had done it. It seemed like such a caring gesture. It didn't fit.
When her vision finally cleared she realized that she was in a large bed. She looked around in surprise. It looked just like her bedroom back in her house in London. She started to shake. Was she dead after all? A soft buzzing startled her. She looked over in its direction and noticed the camera. She smirked at it. Of course. She slowly got out of bed and walked barefoot to the door, curious to what she would find on the other side. Would it even open? She rested her hand on the door handle for a second before she turned it and the door opened with a soft creaking sound. She peaked inside and to her surprise she was in her own parlor. A fire crackled and danced in the fireplace, and a book rested on the small table by her favorite chair. She walked over and picked it up. She ran her hand over its soft leather cover and then hugged it to her. She closed her eyes and just inhaled the smells of the past.
"Hello Helena," a soft voice said behind her. She twirled around. For the first time she noticed that the far left wall was entirely made of glass. A woman was standing on the other side. She was smiling at her. Helena gaped and dropped the book.
"It's not possible," she whispered shocked.
She nodded. "But yet here we are, over a century later."
Helena rushed over to the glass and put her hands against it. She watched this woman from her past raise her hand and touch her palm to hers. "Helen," she whispered. "Helen Magnus."
Helen just smiled at her and watched curiously as the emotions swept over Helena's face. It had been so easy really to crack her shell. After all, Helen knew this woman better than anyone. "I'm going to come inside now. Will you try to hurt me?" she asked seriously.
Helena looked her in the eyes for a long moment before she shook her head. "No," she said softly.
Helen nodded and moved over to the electronic lock panel. She punched in the code and entered. The two women just looked at each other. Helena finally took a step towards her, but stopped when Helen held up her hand. "That's close enough Helena," she warned.
"You don't trust me," she said and turned her back at her. She sat down in her chair by the fireplace, legs crossed. She stared into the flames.
"Can you blame me?" Helen asked softly and sat down across from her.
Helena sighed. She looked at her, asking for answers with her dark eyes. "You loved me once Helen."
Helen nodded. "I still do, but many things have changed. We have changed."
Helena nodded. She fought her emotions and willed the sadness away.
"I fought them you know," Helen said softly.
"What?" she said confused.
"I asked them not to bronze you."
Helena gaped. "You knew? You knew all along?" she exclaimed.
Helen nodded sadly.
"Who do you think got you into Warehouse 12?" she asked with a tiny little teasing smirk.
"You?" Helena asked shocked. She looked at her old friend and lover as if she had sprouted a second head. "How is that even possible?"
"They listen to me a great deal actually," Helen said and smiled.
"The Regents of course."
"The Regents?" Helena blurted. "Helen, please stop this game. Just tell me what's going on," she shouted exasperated at the woman sitting so calmly across from her.
Helen smiled. Finally some emotions from her, she thought. "I believe you've met Mr. Kazan."
Helena nodded and made a face. "I can't say I care a great deal for him. He was a pleasure to deal with in the beginning, but he ended up being such a disappointment."
Helen chuckled. "He works for me."
Helena's eyebrows shot up. "He works for you?!?"
"What does that make you? The queen bee?" she snapped.
Helen shook her head. "I'm one of the overseers. There are three of us. At any given time there are three overseers who make the final decisions, but one of us is ultimately in charge," she explained. "Currently, that's me. Mr. Kozan is my closest advisor. The Regents provide information and recommendations to him and the others. Call them an advisory board, if you like."
Helena stared at her. "Then get me the hell out of here Helen!" she said sternly.
"I could, but I won't," she said softly.
"You won't!" Helena yelled wild eyed. She started to get up, but sank down in her seat again when she saw Helen's raised hand.
"You are here for your own protection darling," Helen said softly.
Helena startled at the endearment term. She closed her eyes and fought the tears.
"They had planned to kill you." Helen stated matter-of-factly. The emotions rippling through Helena had not gone unnoticed. She pushed forward, determined to bring her to the edge. "I convinced them that you needed socialization more than anything. That's why I did all this," she said and made a sweeping gesture to the room they were in. "It's all yours Helena. Not copies, but actually yours, from your house."
"I know," she whispered. "I can feel the difference."
"You have been in a very dark place for a very long time. As I tried to tell them a century ago, it is a dangerous idea to put someone so out of balance in a place devoid of love and human interaction. They didn't listen. I think they'd planned to keep you there forever, so what did it matter to them?"
"Neanderthals," Helena muttered darkly.
Helen smiled. "Perhaps. It was a different time. We didn't know as much about the mind and the psyche back then, as we do now. Anyway, you are here because I asked them to bring you here. You are safe here, and perhaps together we can repair the damage done to you."
Helena raised her head and narrowed her dark eyes. "What is this place anyway?"
"It's called the Sanctuary. It's a place for abnormals and people who are different."
Helena laughed. "A place for crazy people then."
Helen shook her head. "Not at all. I will show you, but not now. You're not ready." She got up and moved over to the exit. She looked back at Helena and smiled. "Get dressed Helena, and spend some time with your things. Breakfast is waiting for you in the other room," she said gently. "I'll be back later. For dinner."
"Don't bother, Helen," she muttered.
"I will be back, and you will eat with me," Helen said sternly.
Helena's head snapped up when she heard the steel in Helen's voice. She had never heard that tone from her before. Helen had always been so gentle. She realized in that moment that Helen would be a formidable foe, perhaps one that could even beat her. She nodded silently and disappeared into the bedroom.
Helena stood facing the shower in her bathroom, the only modern addition to her rooms. She looked up at the ceiling and spotted the camera. A smirk settled on her lips and she folded her arms. "Naughty," she said and looked straight into the camera.
"It's all right Helena," Helen's voice came calmly over the speakers. "I'm the only one who has access to this camera."
Helena raised an eyebrow and slowly started to unbutton her shirt, eyes fixed on the camera. "Well, then Helen, enjoy the show," she said huskily.
"Oh do stop it Helena," Helen said annoyed. "I've seen you naked many times before. This is only for your own protection."
Helena chuckled, pleased that she had unsettled Helen just a little. "I seem to remember that you liked to look at my naked body a great deal," she said and shed her shirt.
Helen was silent on the other end. "No comments Helen?" she teased.
Helen refused to take the bait. She focused on Helena's beautiful face, avoiding looking at the rest of her body. She took a ragged breath when Helena ran her hands over her body. She was right, it did affect her. Helen shook her head trying to snap out of it. There were some things that were best left in the past, and Helena Wells was definitely one of them.
Over the next couple of weeks Helen had spent a lot of time with Helena. They had talked and laughed, argued and even cried together. Helen realized during the first couple of sessions with Helena that this was very different from any other counseling she had done. Helena needed to see her emotional state crack too. The more she opened up to Helena, and the more of her own vulnerability she showed, the more Helena opened up. She had even talked about her daughter. Helen sipped her tea and put it down on the table next to her. She cleared her throat and looked at Helena who was sitting in her usual chair across from her. She looked relaxed today, calm and as stable as Helen had seen her since Helena had been brought to her. It was time to confront her about her Achilles' heel.
"Tell me about Myka," she asked softly.
Helena's face hardened. "There's nothing to tell."
"I don't believe that," Helen said softly. "I read her report about you, and I read Artie Nielsen's report from Yellowstone. I know Helena. I know you."
Helena gripped the chair trying to stay calm, her slender fingers clutching the warm wood. "I betrayed her."
Helen nodded. "Go on."
Helena's eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this?" she cried out in frustration.
Helen just looked at her, waiting.
Helena sighed and gave in. "Myka," she said softly. "Myka is the only woman I've loved since you," she finally admitted. She glanced at Helen to see the response. To her annoyance, Helen's face didn't change. She just smiled and sipped her tea. "I don't know how it happened really; it was like I couldn't resist her. She fought me, she resisted me, but in the end neither of us could stand up to the attraction between us." She grinned at Helen. Helen was taken aback by the almost predatory look in her eyes.
"Making love to Myka is so pure, Helen, so sweet it makes you hurt. She puts as much intensity into it as she does her work. To hear her cry out my name because of my touch brings tears to my eyes," she purred. "I am defenseless against her touch. My body yields to her without hesitation, without asking for anything in return, but yet another grace of her touch." Helena said huskily. She got up and walked across the floor. She kneeled a foot away from Helen, grasping the edge of the side table. "Even if I will never touch her again, never taste her lips again, I will carry her sweet essence with me forever. She is what keeps me grounded, what keeps me from going mad."
Helen was shaken to the core by Helena's words. Without a word she put her hands on Helena's cheeks and smiled at her. "Thank you," she said.
Helena gently covered Helen's hand, enjoying the feel of her touch. It was the first human touch she had felt since the day she had been captured.
Helen patted the seat next to her. "Come sit with me Helena," she offered.
Helena gracefully rose and sat down next to her. They looked at each other for a moment. Finally Helen opened her arms and Helena threw herself against her with a strangled sound. Helen wrapped her arms around her as she cried. She cried and yelled and her body shook with anger and sorrow. Helen just held her until she finally calmed down, completely exhausted. Helen caressed her soft hair. A smile lingered on her lips. Helena's hair had always been one of her favorite things about her old lover.
"I could kill you Helen," Helena said softly against her chest. Her hand only inches from Helen's throat.
Helen just shook her head. "I know you won't darling. You aren't a psychopath, quite the opposite. You are like a lioness, fiercely protecting the ones you love, even if it means hurting them, or yourself in the process."
Helena didn't know quite how to answer, but she knew in her soul that Helen was right. She had never meant to hurt Myka, and she would never hurt Helen. She held her tighter, drawing strength from Helen. A nagging worry somewhere inside wondering when, if ever, she would get to touch her again.
Helen felt how desperately Helena clung to her. She continued to stroke her hair as if this was how they normally spent their late mornings. She finally placed a soft kiss on the crown of Helena's head. She cupped her chin and raised her head. "Just so you know; it has been just as hard for me not to touch you, as it has been for you to keep your distance."
Helena couldn't help but chuckle. "At least you're honest."
"Always. I have never lied to you, and I don't plan on starting now. I might not answer all of your questions, but I will never purposely lie to you. I promise you that," she said sincerely.
Helena smiled and turned her head and kissed her hand. "Thank you."
Helen smiled at the caring gesture. They had made some good progress today. "Helena darling," she said softly. "If you want to touch me, you have my permission to do so."
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