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

Not for the first time, Myka's words took away some of Helena's anxiety. Excluding the period of time between Warehouse 2 and Yellowstone, they had always been able to talk about anything with ease. Talking about their relationship was a little more frightening to Helena, but the fact Myka wasn't going to turn away from her because she had fears was reassuring. This kind of relationship was new to Helena, and she knew it wasn't new to Myka. She knew Myka had loved before and been with others before, but she didn't pry into it. It was not her business, and she knew Myka would tell her if there was something she needed to know.

"Okay, I can do that. I don't want to lose you again, and I want to do whatever I can to ensure that doesn't happen." Helena returned the smile. She didn't want to push Myka away again because of her inability to actually address her inner feelings and thoughts. The Victorian woman was notorious for burying things and on the surface appearing as though she were fine. Myka was the only person who didn't fall for the facade, which was precisely what Helena needed in a lover. Helena needed someone that knew the layers to her heart and knew her inside and out. Despite all of the evil she had done, Myka still loved her. Helena still wasn't certain what she'd done to deserve someone as wonderful as Myka, but whatever it was, she was glad for it. Having Myka's love did make all of the pain and suffering Helena still felt worthwhile.

Though any further response to Myka was cut short as movement caught her eye. Looking over, she saw Vincent picking up the tea pot.

"Myka, get down!" Helena exclaimed, though even as she said it, she pulled Myka towards her. Instinctively, Helena shifted to protect Myka, her arms and shoulder shielding Myka's head as best as she could. A moment later, the tea pot went whizzing by them and crashed against the wall. The sudden movement sent a pang of pain through Helena's body and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep from crying out.

"People like you don't deserve a happy ending!" Vincent yelled. Seeing he wasn't picking anything else up to throw, Helena released her hold of Myka and settled back on the couch, glaring daggers at Vincent. Her leg hurt, but she was ignoring it. While she didn't necessarily show she was in pain, the way her jaw clenched and how she held her chin up slightly higher than usual were telling if Myka was looking that close.

"First off, leave Myka alone or I swear I will find a way to kill you again." That was a threat Helena would most certainly follow up on. "Secondly, you are wrong, Vincent. You never really knew me. You thought you did, but you only knew what I'd decided to show you. You have no real idea of what lies in my heart nor did you even care. The difference between you and I is that I've acknowledged my faults and faced the consequences of my mistakes. That is something I am convinced that you never would have done if you had not died in the observatory."

"You think you know me so well, Helena? Because of you I never had that chance."

"I know you better than you give me credit for. Yes I killed you though that was not my intention, but it is what it is. I had to stop you, and I do not regret that. I was doing my job to protect the world from an artifact. Ultimately more people lost their lives because I didn't do my job good enough, but that is on your hands. You were the one who decided to use the Trumpet to power my rocket. I did the only thing I could think of to avoid a catastrophe. All the people the Trumpet killed after it crashed back to Earth, those deaths are on both you and I, but none of them would have died had you not decided to abuse an artifact for the so-called glory of Queen and Country." Helena spoke with no small amount of conviction.