Hello again! I know it's been a long (well okay, very long .) time since I updated, and I don't really have an excuse for it. I've opened my story quite a lot of times, but my muse didn't really seem to keen on writing.
I want to thank you all very much for all the feedback! It's wonderful to read your reactions and even critics, for they help me a lot in the writing process. As for the spelling mistakes in the last chapter, I will most certainly correct them. Thank you to everyone who pointed them out for me. (And sorry for putting them in in the first place!)
Now, I think I should just stop talking now and let you all read. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter (:
"Suits you perfectly!" Helena said enthusiastically when Myka finally stood beside her.
"It is comfortable."
Helena laughed, "why do you think I gave them to you?"
"Maybe you just like women in pants."
"Only you, darling. Only you."
Myka felt her blood rush to her cheeks again and was glad when Helena didn't seem to notice. "Everything seems in order."
She turned around to face the woman she loved. Taking in every feature of said woman. Her face still looked slightly flushed, curls stubborn as ever. At this very moment realisation of just how much she loved Myka, hit her. She took the hands of the taller woman in her own, unable to keep an excited and loving smile of her face.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," Myka frowned, "wait." She slid her hands out of Helena's, walking back towards the desk. When she turned around, Helena saw that she was holding the book she had picked up before.
"A little souvenir."
"Brilliant idea, my love." Helena softly placed her hands on Myka's head, her thumbs caressing her warm cheeks. "I love you."
"I love you" Myka answered as she leaned in to place a kiss on the other woman's full lips. Myka had never seen Helena's smile so radiant before. This, that smile, was all she would ever need. Of that she was sure.
Helena opened the metal door of the time machine, helping Myka inside.
Myka looked around the cabin. Inside of it there were nearly as many buttons as on the outside. She went to stand in the middle of the said cabin, careful not to bump into any buttons and… cause an explosion or something.
"Relax, it'll be alright." Myka would never be able to explain just what Helena's voice still did to her after all that time. It relaxed her just as much as it excited her, which made absolutely no sense whatsoever.
The cabin wasn't large at all, so when Helena entered, their bodies were immediately pressed together. Myka desperately tried not to let her mind wander.
"Okay, let's do this." Helena's fingers moved over the buttons. Those long elegant fingers. She coud already imagine them ca-…
Myka! Concentrate on something else. For Christ's sake, you're acting like a horny teenager.
Which was actually exactly how she felt. She sighed, trying to clear her mind again.
Helena clearly took the sigh the wrong way, pulling Myka close. "It'll be okay."
Just as Myka was absolutely sure her control had completely vanished, she got the impression they were starting to move. Her mind started to twirl around, as if she was about to faint.
"It's working." She vaguely heard Helena's exciting voice, but all she could do was hold on to the other woman, desperately clinging her shirt in her sweaty hands.
Myka couldn't possibly express how happy she was when the awful feeling finally stopped. She was even surprised she was still standing, although that was probably due to Helena.
"Ugh, I feel horrible." She buried her head in Helena's shoulder.
The taller woman opened her eyes, surprised to find that they were no longer standing in the cabin.
They both stood still, still partially clinging to each other, jaws dropped. They were standing in a room filled with strange… machines? Myka didn't even know, for she had never seen anything like it before. One of the machines looked like some sort of window, although you couldn't look through it, there was an image projected on it instead. In front of it there was some kind of… plank with buttons on it and a little oval thing, also with two buttons.
She turned her head to face Helena, who was staring at the same object. She looked like a child that had just received a present. Her eyes were filled with wonderment. All of a sudden their attention was drawn towards an opening door and a familiar voice though.
"Yeah, Artie, I'm sure I heard something in the-"
If possible, Myka's jaw dropped even more. "Claudia?"
"About time you two lovebirds showed up."
Vaguely aware of the fact that her mouth was still hanging open, Myka quickly closed it again. "What are you doing here?"
"The same as you two, I suppose."
Myka's face was completely overshadowed by confusion and everyone in the room could almost hear the gears turning in her head.
Helena took a few steps forward, "You used my time machine, didn't you." Her voice was filled with amusement.
Claudia shrugged, "There was not really much left to do after the two of you suddenly disappeared. Everyone figured you two had run away or something."
Before she could say anything else, Myka had already made her way towards her and was hugging her as if her life depended on it.
"Oh Claudia, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you."
Claudia, still a bit shocked by the sudden embrace, hesitantly put a hand on Myka's shoulder. "It's quite okay. If you hadn't had left, I wouldn't have found the time machine. I found it while I was searching for you." She pulled away from Myka, whose eyes were tearing up. "Really, I belong here, Myka. I found that I'm incredibly good with computers."
"Aah, yeah, we'll get to that."
Helena frowned. "You've been here for quite some time already then?"
"Oh yes, I think it's been… eight years now? The cabin was quite small and Artie may have bumped into some buttons when he was struggling to get in."
"Excuse me," Artie said, mingling in the conversation for the first time, "I do believe you changed some things too."
"Oh, come on, those buttons where just waiting to be pressed." Helena raised her eyebrow and Myka couldn't contain her laughter any longer. It had worked. It had actually worked.
"What year is it?" Helena asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"2013." Claudia said casually.
"And what is this place?"
"Oh, right, good that you asked. Welc-"
Claudia was abruptly cut off by Artie, "No, no. That is my job." He straightened his coat, turning towards the two women, "Welcome to Warehouse 13."