The Bering and Wells Show, Part 2
Here’s the next mini-fic for the fantastic The Bering and Wells show tag created by @deathtodickens
A certain con doesn’t understand the importance of apples so I thought I’d give them a little lesson.
I Smell Apples
“Well, you look quite comfortable,” Helena hung her coat on the hook and closed the door to her workshop.
“I grew tired of waiting,” Wolly, seated in his chair, folded the paper he was reading down to look at his partner. “I used the key you have hidden in Winsor Seven.”
“I will have to find a new hiding place.” She smiled and put on her work apron.
“What is the news of the world,” Helena asked as she picked up her latest project. She had created a devise that would allow for radio waves to track a moving object. Why couldn’t the same waves be used to create a more efficient communications system for the Agents?
“Prussia continues grumble in the east,” Wolly flipped through the Times. “America readies for its World’s Fair,” he paused. “Mysterious murder in Devonshire,” his eyes scanned the article. “Seems a young man was found drained of blood. Possibly by two puncture holes in his neck.”
He looked up from the paper. “The Slayer?”
“In Japan.” Helena replied. “Hopefully it’s just one passing through.”
“Indeed.” Wolly went back to reading.
The pair were silent for some time. Wolly reading and Helena tinkering. They had made plans with McShane for a late supper and a pint at the Old Bell when their friend returned from his retrieval.
“HG,” Wolcott put the Times down again. “Have you changed your perfume?”
“Are you saying I have an odorous odor?” she joked.
“No,” he stood and circled the room. “Do you not smell that?”
“The apples,” she pulled off her goggles. “Of course, since my first day.”
“It means the Warehouse likes you.” She smiled and pulled her goggles down again. “Took it long enough.” She mumbled.
“Since the first day,” Wolly plopped down in his chair. “Bloody hell.”