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+ Title: Belief & Betrayal
+ Authors: [livejournal.com profile] grumpybear1031  and [livejournal.com profile] shaych_03 
+ Fandom: Warehouse 13
+ Pairing: H.G./Myka
+ Notes: Ladies lovin’ ladies ahead… and angst, and action, and well, just read it – we promise you a happy ending. Takes place where 2X12 Reset leaves off, possible spoilers for both seasons. Some liberties taken with certain events, as we don't have actual dates for H.G.'s bronzing etc...  We are over 26 chapters in and at over 140 pages so far so updates should be regular.
+ Rating: We'll play it safe and say R throughout NC-17 Chapters will be clearly marked.

Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and it's characters belongs to Syfy. We're just borrowing them for a while and promise to give them back.

Author's Note: Shay, I hope you can forgive me for dragging you into this mess. My obsession with H.G. Wells blinded me, and a need to correct the total mess that was “Reset” kind of made me crazy. I'm not much of a writer so your help in getting this from inside my head to down on paper is very much appreciated. I'd also like to say a big thanks to[livejournal.com profile] darandkerry  for being an amazing beta. Your suggestions and punctuation help are invaluable.


Author's Note: Jen, you may have dragged me into watching Warehouse 13 kicking and screaming, but I've had more fun working on this story with you than I have in a long time. Your ideas are great; you have a natural ability to kick start my muse and keep her chugging along happily. Should I even bother to mention how good you are at calling me on BS characterizations or reinterpreting the sometimes cornball melodrama that my muse creates? Anyway, I'm glad you got me into this. I would also like to add my thanks to[livejournal.com profile] darandkerry , for her spot on beta skills. I hope we didn't kill you with all the missing commas.

CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3 & 4



CHAPTER 5

Myka had only been gone about a half an hour, but the moment she walked back in the room, she knew something had changed. Where before Helena had almost seemed normal, now there was an aura of bleakness that had settled about the injured woman’s form.

Standing in the doorway, Myka felt the despair that rolled off Helena in waves. "Helena?" she whispered, afraid that something terrible had happened.

"I could have killed you." The only other time Myka had heard that kind of pain etching Helena's words was when she'd spoken of her daughter, Christina.

Bypassing everything she could have said, Myka dropped her bags, moved to Helena's side and took her cuffed hand in hers. "But you didn't. I still don't know why, but you didn't." The events of the past few days were etched firmly in Myka's memory, and the moment where she'd stood, facing down a grief-stricken Helena as she threatened to end the world with a trident's strike, was only a pale second to the heart-stopping kiss they'd shared in Cairo.

Helena looked away. "I don't know why I didn't, either." Self-loathing was a new twist to her voice. "I don't recall why, but I know that it was terribly important for me to use the Trident."

"I think, maybe, it has something to do with the Pearl of Wisdom," said Myka softly. She was biting her lip. "It - I think it fell out of your ear, back at the wreck."

Nodding slowly, Helena sighed. "That would make sense. I'm very sorry. I do recall a lot, but it's in many pieces, like a pile of Tinker Toys that have been scattered by rambunctious children. I've recalled much of the last day or so, but before that, I'm missing rather large chunks. "

"But you remember the Minoan Trident, and threatening to start another ice age?"

Helena nodded slowly. "It wasn't my plan. Somehow, he got wind that I'd hidden a piece to the Trident, and he convinced me that he could use it to change the world. Of course, after I was brought back to the warehouse, I immediately turned over the plans to the Regents. It was never my desire to see the world end."

It took Myka a moment to absorb everything. "All right, if it wasn't your plan, then whose was it?" She held up a hand and then said, "No, wait, forget I said that. It was MacPherson's right? Is he still alive then? Did someone find an artifact and bring that scumbag back to life?" Groaning, Myka covered her face and said, "This isn't supposed to be my problem anymore."

"What do you mean it's not your problem? You're an agent of the warehouse, of course it's your problem. It's my problem, too!"

"No, actually, it's not. For either of us. You, because of your actions in nearly destroying the world, and me, well, because I'm no longer a warehouse agent."

"Not an agent? But Myka, you love your job! You're one of the best." Helena's utterly perplexed look was only eclipsed by the sudden wash of guilt that caused her to gasp. "Oh no. Oh bloody hell, no. What the hell did they do to me?”

Two and two had never added up to four so quickly for Helena. In a moment of crystalline clarity, she'd realized that someone on the Council of Regents had betrayed not only her, but Warehouse 13 as well. "I never should have given them that bloody map!"

Myka's brow furrowed. "What map?"

"The map to Warehouse 2. I turned it over to the Regents so that they could retrieve the artifacts. I wanted to prove my loyalty, you see. And someone bloody well used it to turn me into a monster!" Equal parts aggrieved and guilt-ridden, Helena could barely look at Myka. "And I'll just bet you quit because of what I did, didn't you?" This was said so softly that Myka had to strain to hear it.

Myka's stomach roiled, her emotions in turmoil. She wanted - badly - to believe that the other woman was speaking the truth, that she had not betrayed the warehouse, that she had not thrown away that moment in Cairo for some grandiose scheme, but the one thing Myka lacked was a good gut instinct. That was Pete's bailiwick, and unfortunately, he was as good as on the moon, for all the distance that was currently between them.

"Just go, Myka. Leave me here. I deserve whatever comes. You shouldn't have to deal with this. Go home - go back to your life, whatever life it is you choose. Just please, don’t blame yourself. This is my fault, so go ahead and hate me; I can take it." She smiled, a weak, winsome grin that was heartbreaking in its solemn nature.

Myka was sorely tempted to take Helena up on her offer. Just walk away and never look back. It would be so easy - too easy - to just text Pete the whereabouts of the "fugitive" H.G. Wells and then go on her merry way, never again to stand beside her friends against the chaos that artifacts could unleash upon the world.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the scenario. How it would feel to stand up, to gather her things and just walk right out the door, leaving Helena to whatever fate Artie and the Regents might dream up for her. Imagination might never have been her strong point, but the image Myka conjured was powerful enough to make her stomach clench and her heart twist in pain. God, what a coward she was. How could she just walk way and leave them to face whoever had decided to wreak havoc upon the warehouse this time? Most of the time, they barely had a chance of success at the easy jobs – now they were possibly up against a rogue regent and Myka was actually considering letting them do it without her? Above and beyond that, how could she walk away from the one person who had, in a single instant in Cairo, set her world on fire and turned it right side up for the first time in her entire life?

Myka's eyes opened to the sight of Helena huddled into a ball, silent tears carving wet tracks on her cheeks. Leaning forward, Myka quickly undid the cuffs and said, "You're going to have to get used to me, Helena. I'm not going anywhere."

TBC (this is pretty much last of the short chapters too...whoo hoo.)

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