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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Helena hadn't known where she was going to appear, but the compass had landed her outside of the Warehouse, on the safe side of the barrier. Only moments after she was teleported to safety, Helena was knocked to the ground by the shockwave from the bomb detonating within the Warehouse. She sat up and watched as the Warehouse was engulfed in flames, tears falling freer down her cheeks. Myka was dead, the Warehouse going down in flames right in front of her eyes. All she could do was sit there, the compass still clenched in her hand, staring at the destruction being wrought in front of her eyes.

"Myka," she whispered as she felt her heart breaking within her chest. Yet she also felt a determination fill her. This would not stand. She would find a way to turn back time and save her, save the Warehouse. And Sykes would pay dearly for this. Helena felt a vengeance grip her that she hadn't felt since Christina had been stolen from her. And now Sykes had ripped Myka away from her. She would reset time, and she would make him feel the pain that she was currently feeling. He would not get away with this.

Though she heard something, but she wasn't completely sure what she was hearing. However, the dream faded away as the sleeping Helena felt herself waking up. What was that sound? Cracking her eyes open, Helena was slightly disoriented at first, partially confused and partially wrought by the emotions she'd felt just prior to waking up. But then the sounds of crying and hearing Myka's voice cut through the haze. She rolled over and saw Myka sitting there mostly naked, crying and rocking back and forth. Frowning deeply and suddenly instantly awake, Helena sat up, shifting closer to Myka, deep concern evident on her face. "Myka? What's wrong?"