Who: Myka and Helena What: Helena is freaking out hardcore over Moriarty's post to her. Oh and they are sort of fictional. When: This afternoon a little while after Moriarty's post Where: Helena's apartment Warning: Cursing, probably some angst, everything else is TBA
She was fully aware she shouldn't have clicked the link Moriarty had given her. She was fully aware even commenting to him about it was a bad idea. And oh she'd tried to keep her comments neutral and not give him the answers he was looking for. But there had been no way she could answer that last one without him using it against someone. But she finally responded and made the decision to walk away from her computer. Though the page with the video was still on the screen. Helena really didn't know what was worse, that she'd just discovered she was fictional from Moriarty or the fact that he knew her weak spots. Well okay, so she knew it was the latter that was worse. Glancing up at the ceiling, Helena was feeling a storm of emotions. Pain. Anger. Hate. Frustration. Fear. Moriarty obviously knew what buttons to push with her now. How the Hell could she keep a poker face to him now?
And it all fell back to that one unfiltered conversation she'd had with Irene that set all this in motion. Letting out a curse, Helena balled up her fist and drove it into the wall, not even wincing as she did so. The kenpo had been good for something. She started pacing furiously, trying to come up with some way to keep Moriarty from using her, from getting to Myka and Claudia. She refused to let them fall into his games. Helena would rather be the one he played with, which she was now completely certain he'd do just to get to Irene.
"Yes. I know. She's not the version from the books but that doesn't make this a good idea." Myka's written words played through her head, and she couldn't help but know the other agent was right. If only because now Moriarty would hurt the Victorian woman, and he now knew how to best hurt her. Feelings tears stinging her eyes, Helena didn't even bother to try and hold them back, letting them trail down her cheeks as they wished. Helena was firmly between a rock and a hard place, and she hated it. She wasn't used to being the hunted. She was used to being the hunter, the one seeking out its prey. Which is perhaps why her mind so quickly turned to finding a way to locate Moriarty and kill him before he could hurt anyone else. Helena had people she wished to protect here, and she wasn't about to see them harmed because of one simple lapse of judgement.
"Am I even capable of having a relationship that doesn't end with my lover betraying me or having one of us be the focus of a psychopath?" Helena mused in frustration. The other side of this was that this would practically force Helena to actually telling Irene everything. Of course, she'd all ready planned to tell her, but in her own time. It wasn't exactly light conversation to talk about being a cold-blooded murderer and trying to kill 6 billion people. The only question would be if she'd be able to tell her before Moriarty got to her. Casting another tear-filled glance at the computer and seeing the YouTube video sitting there, Helena let out a pained whimper and punched the wall again.