Who: Myka Bering and Helena G. Wells When: Wednesday Evening, May 22, 2013 Where: Their Apartment What: Confronting even more what Myka had been through in their original timeline. Rating: Low. Will update if it changes
Approximately 41 days since the Warehouse explosion. In that time she'd been transported via the Tesseract to an alternate world where she was fictional. As was nearly everyone living in Potts Tower. Being fictional allowed for her to see events in a fixed timeline where they had saved the Warehouse. Where Helena was alive and off god knows where. Only surfacing to then disappear again. A timeline when she was unaware of the sacrifice the Victorian woman had made. And a timeline where Leena was killed by Artie because of the Astrolabe which had fixed everything. A timeline Myka was uncertain she wanted to be sent back to live through. Because, fictional existence aside, this world was a second chance. For forty of those forty-one days she had woken each day to Helena being a room apart. Here she was able to physically touch her as a reminder that the woman wasn't dead. It didn't stop the nightmares, Myka wasn't entirely sure they would ever go away. The Warehouse explosion was a vivid memory in her mind. Her happiest place on earth being destroyed with the woman she hadn't realized just how much she cared about until it was too late. All while she stood safely protected behind a force field unable to do anything.
The nervous bliss she felt at building a life here was for once a welcomed comfort. She had Claudia, Steve and Helena in this world. The dangers of the Warehouse were removed. All they needed was for Artie, Pete, and Leena to be here and their family would be complete. But she couldn't ignore the life she had lived in their world. They were fictional and could be recognized in public. After her talk with Fox Mulder she had actually begun to accept the fictional existence they now lived. But she was far from completely accepting it. Instead she had worked on bringing Helena up to date on the modern world and had unconsciously asked the older woman out on a date. A date which had gone better than she could have hoped for. The experience was new and Myka still had to work through all of what she felt for Helena. And yet the bliss of that date and discovering this new side to their relationship had lasted until today. When she had seen Helena's post immediately her mind had flashed to Helena's last words. I smell apples. Words she would never forget as they came seconds before the Warehouse explosion. As much as she wanted to bury that memory, Myka knew Helena was right, burying it would solve nothing. She's buried her feelings once before when Sam had died, even blamed herself, and she had swore to herself she'd never do that again. Talking was the first step and though Helena was from the fixed timeline, Myka wouldn't talk about it with anyone else. Save for possibly Claudia or Pete if he were here.
After picking up a few items and making a stop over at Crumbs, Myka walked through the door of their apartment. Gently kicking the door shut with her foot she called out, "Helena, I'm ... back." The word home had been on the tip of her tongue but she wasn't quite ready to speak the word just yet.