Conqueror (6644 words) by @sistersin7
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Myka Bering/Helena "H. G." Wells
Characters: Myka Bering, Helena "H. G." Wells
Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings
Summary:
In the not-too-distant future, Myka and Helena are sharing a peaceful and happy life together.
This is a one shot of a peaceful weekend, where everybody's plan get derailed and… ehm… re-railed.
No plot to speak of other than that which serves the sex.
(Official and sincere apologies to Myka: I would like to stop abusing you one day. I do love you so much. Please remember that).
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Happy Bering and Wells @sistersin7! I’m your secret santa this year. I tried to keep this in the fluff category. Hope you enjoy! @bering-and-wells-exchange
Notes: Set in my favorite W13 universe, so AU post- 4.01. Also the title felt so appropriate, so apologies if you hate the song.
****
Ever since Helena had returned to the Warehouse, Myka’s life had become quietly blissful. There were the missions, the endless inventory, and the occasional whammy, but there were also the stolen kisses in warehouse aisles, the quiet mornings spent curled up together on the B&B couch, and the thrill of solving puzzles together on missions. Six months in, and she can’t believe how happy she is.
Except for, well, one thing. Heat.
Helena had returned in the balmy summer time, when the temperatures at night hovered in the mid-sixties- perfect sleeping weather. She had slept in her assigned room for barely two weeks when the new couple had finally given up the pretense, and Helena had begun to spend every night in Myka’s room. Her clothing slowly migrated into Myka’s closet and, by the time they were in an unseasonably warm September, Helena’s books mingled with Myka’s on their now-shared bookshelf.
The first time Myka dragged out the space heater was in mid-October. Helena watched her curiously.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen one of that object yet, darling. What is it for?”
Myka grinned, “It emits heat. Since it’s so cold in here and Leena hasn’t turned the heat on yet, we can use this to be able to sleep tonight.”
Helena frowned a bit. “But darling, it’s not nearly cold enough for heat tonight, is it?”
“I think it’s pretty cold, Helena. There was frost outside this morning.”
“But don’t you think we can manage in…other ways?” Helena’s smirk went straight to Myka’s core.
Myka smiled at her and walked over the bed, taking Helena’s hand into hers. Helena pulled her into a kiss, and the heat issue was forgotten, even late into the night.
****
Then came November.
The temperatures continued to drop, even during the day. The heat came on, and the B&B became the warm, comfy place that Myka loved. Helena seemed to appreciate the change during the day, especially coming out of the foot of snow that had graced Univille at the start of the month. Coming home, she would shake the melting flakes off her long, black hair and make a beeline for the warmest blanket on the couch. A mug of hot tea was never far from her hands.
Which is why the first night after the snowfall, Myka was surprised at the burst of cold air that hit her face at the entrance to her room.
Her and Helena’s room. She still got a thrill from thinking of things like that. As theirs.
Shivering, she strode across the room to the window and pushed it down. Rubbing her arms to warm them up, Myka began pulling her sweater over her head.
“Myka?”
Helena stepped in from the bathroom, smelling of mint and her perfume.
“Why did you close the window?” she asked.
“Because it’s freezing!” Myka exclaimed.
“Oh, but I truly enjoy the fresh air. It gets so hot in here otherwise.”
“But…cold?”
“Well there is also…Myka darling, you know I find your ferret charming, but there is a bit of a cage smell…”
“Pete could sleep in your ro…. in the spare room.” Helena’s face had fallen slightly when Myka had almost referred to them having separate rooms, and she didn’t want to hurt Helena. But now Helena was wrinkling her nose, probably at the thought of having the ferret smell in her workspace.
“I don’t think that’s necessary. But he certainly doesn’t seem to mind the cold. And I did say I would keep you warm, correct?”
Damn that look on Helena’s face, and what it did to Myka’s body (and heart).
“Ok, as long as you’re promising…”
*****
The trend continued through November and into December. Most nights, Myka was fine, although she was racing through dressing for bed in the evenings and occasionally waiting to dress in the bathroom when Helena slept in. Sometimes, Myka found herself annoyed, but she held in because Helena genuinely slept well with the cool breeze. She knew from her time with Helena that the older agent that sleep doesn’t come easily for her.
****
By now, December 22nd, the B&B is buzzing with energy and Christmas cheer. Pete was leaving in two days to see his mom and sister, and Claudia was planning to spend the week between Christmas and New Year’s with Joshua at CERN. Steve had decided to stay behind, and Artie and Leena would be riding out the holidays at the Warehouse as usual. That left Helena and Myka. It had taken Myka all of five seconds to decide she didn’t want to be anywhere Helena wasn’t (preferably ever, but especially on Christmas). She swore Helena teared up for a minute, but hid it with a big smile.
Myka lounges on the couch, finishing some paperwork from her last mission. Spain. Chasing down the artifact had been relatively easy, except for the quick pursuit through the Mercado de la Boqueria in Barcelona. Pete had ended up covered in twenty pounds of shrimp, and the smell had followed him all the way back to South Dakota, even after two showers at the hotel.
She’s just finishing transcribing the irate merchant’s profanity-filled diatribe at Pete when Claudia bounds by.
“Hey Claud. More presents?”
Claudia dumps another three brightly wrapped packages under the tree.
“Yes and I think you’re going to love them! Well, yours is there already, so not so much you as Artie, Leena, and HG. But still!”
Myka laughed. “Did Artie say when they were all coming back from the Warehouse?”
“I think around 6? Oh, Pete changed his flight. Some big snowstorm coming tomorrow? Anyway, we’re opening presents tonight, so get ready!” Claudia paused. “You’ve been ready for weeks, haven’t you?”
“Just a few days. But yeah, mine are all under the tree. I guess the others might need some time?”
“Well I just saw Pete in the kitchen getting some packing tape and newspaper, so yeah, probably.”
******
A few hours later, everyone has gathered in front of the tree. Claudia sits cross-legged by the tree, elf hat perched on her head, ready to hand out gifts. Myka and HG share a single couch cushion, with Myka inches away from sitting on Helena’s lap.
Presents made their way around the room. After half an hour, Artie sports a hand-knit grey sweater (from Leena), Pete eagerly flips through an anthology of comic books (Claudia), and Myka steals bites from a 5 pound box of twizzlers (Pete’s gift).
Helena, new hat perched on her head (Leena again), directs Claudia to select a square package. Claudia tosses it to her without looking, gleefully returning to a rube-goldberg machine- like puzzle box HG had made her.
Helena smiles shyly and presents the package to Myka.
“I have another gift for you I thought I’d give on the actual day. But I wanted you to have this now.”
She looks down.
“I know you’ve been very patient with me and our sleeping arrangements. I hope that this will make your nights easier?”
Myka smiles reassuringly and unwraps the gift, only to chuckle to herself. Inside is a large, fluffly robe, and…
“A heating pad?”
Helena nods. “Claudia explained that this device may ameliorate our situation.”
Myka grins at her. “I love it. Thank you.”
“No, I must thank you, Myka. Thank you for your patience, your forgiveness, and for giving me hope.” Helena takes Myka’s hand and whispers to her, “I love you.”
Myka pulls her close. “I love you too.”
And in that moment, shared with her chosen family and the woman she loved, Myka felt the farthest away from cold she could ever imagine.
Happy Bering and Wells @sistersin7! I give you a couple of glimpses into the lives of our favorite duo. I wanted to have a few more but I’ve been swamped with work lately so there may be a few more to appear at a later date. I hope you had a great holiday season!
But I swear that God is there every time I look into the eyes of my best friend
She was in a bar. Scratch that.
She was in a country bar. A gay country bar in Dallas. Waiting to meet with the Sheriff who somehow found and artifact and was a friend of the Warehouse.
“Another?” the young shirtless man shouted as he pointed at her vodka soda.
“Sure,” Myka sighed. She was supposed to be on her way to Colorado Springs with Helena for a visit to her parents and start their vacation. Christmas was just around the corner and she had sworn this would be the year that an artifact wouldn’t disrupt her plans.
“Right,” she mumbled to herself another drink appeared in front of her.
Shania Twain blasted from the speakers and the crowd let out a whoop. She turned in her barstool and searched the dance floor.
In spite of herself, Myka smiled as she watched Helena twirl around the floor with a platinum blonde young man in a flannel shirt. She could tell that her partner was having a fantastic time. Myka suspected that if Univille had any sort of club scene, HG would know where the best underground parties would be.
Shania finished with a flourish. Something slower started and many of the pairs remained together.
“Come darling,” Helena had hurried to her spot on the bar, extending her hand. “I believe this one is more to your liking.”
She pulled her partner close, smelling the unique scent that was Helena as the swayed across the floor.
“The Sherriff is here,” Helena spoke into her ear. “She’s at the bar.”
“One more dance,” Myka leaned down and kissed her.
I’m sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say
“You’re not helping,” Myka threw a pillow at Pete’s face. He dodged it easily.
“Come on Mykes,” he reached behind the couch and picked it up. “How hard can it be?”
“How hard can it be? Are you serious right now?” She began to pace.
He waited.
“These are probably the most important words I’m ever going to say. It has to be absolutely perfect.” She stopped pacing and plopped down next to him on the couch. “I can’t fuck this up.”
His eyebrows rose Myka’s harsh language.
“You won’t,” he put his arm around her shoulder. “Pretend I’m HG. What would you say?”
She leaned into his side, her eyes unfocused, thinking and remembering. He couldn’t help but notice the lights reflection of the engagement ring on his best friend’s finger.
“When I was younger,” Myka began softly, “books were my refuge. My companion. Books never judged me, yelled at me, or made fun of me as I got older. Books gave me solace when the days were dark and levity when I needed to laugh. They never demanded that I be perfect, or the best, just be who I am. I love them but they are nothing compared to what I feel for you.”
Pete glanced up and caught Helena peaking into the living room.
“You are my companion. My partner. You don’t judge me for my mistakes and love me for who I am. You are my solace on the dark days and make me fill with laughter every day. When I look into your eyes I see those endless worlds and possibilities that books once offered and I am in awe. I love you, now and always.”
They were silent for a moment on the couch. Pete glanced over to where HG stood quietly, tears in her eyes.
“Wow,” he looked back at Myka. “I think she’ll love that.”
