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tamingthemuseTitle: Head over heels
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #292 - Head over heels
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Myka had tried to believe she wasn't falling in love with Helena G. Wells.
Myka had tried to believe she wasn't falling in love with Helena G. Wells. Yes, she was the author of her favourite books but did that made her love the woman automatically? No. It couldn't. She had believed the author to be a man and had never loved him. She had admired him, respected him even, but not loved him, not in that sense anyway.
When she had discovered the real identity of H.G. Wells she had gone back to reading her works. That might have been when it all really started because she had fallen in love with the words all over again. With the words though, not the author. She had plunged into the stories once again, almost reading the words out loud before her eyes were catching them. She had spent a week of literary delight. And then she had kept being confronted to the author, the real one. Helena.
The woman was not your typical boring 19th century woman. Oh no. And Myka kept being blown away by her energy, her curiosity, and her restlessness. Myka was clever, there was no denying it. She was brilliant even, but slightly reserved, that it rarely showed how magnificent she was if you didn't know her. So when Helena came along it was like being given a twizzler after months of privations. Helena was a challenge. She was not brilliant. She was more than that. With all her knowledge of the dictionary Myka didn't even think there was any words to describe the other woman's intelligence. She was smart beyond credibility. Her brain simply never stopped. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. She was always thinking, gathering new information, assimilating new knowledge. Her brain was always active and everything she saw, did, was something brilliant that could trigger the new best invention in the warehouse.
Sometimes Myka even wondered if the woman was real. She had thought once that maybe Helena had been infected by an artifact making her hyper all the time, enhancing her brain capacity and allowing her no rest. She had even tried looking into Artie's database for such an artifact but she had come up empty and after a while had simply been forced to accept that Helena G. Wells was that brilliant and magnificent.
By then she had gotten used to the woman a bit more and didn't automatically felt like she was on drugs when next to her. She could almost follow her train of thoughts sometimes and she found herself seeking her company more and more. She was a challenge, she was a delight, and she was so wonderfully like her in so many ways and yet different. She was fascinating. Myka didn't think she was falling in love with her. It was only a friend. After all it had been ages since Myka had had a really female friend. Sure there was Claudia and Leena but it was different. Claudia was her little sister, her protégée, while Leena was a soothing presence. Helena was different. They didn't need words to understand each other, there was like a wave of energy between them. But it wasn't love, it couldn't be. Not to Myka's brain.
Except that one day after a mission, while they were celebrating their triumph back at the B&B, Helena had kissed her and all thoughts had vanished from Myka's brain. She had gotten out to enjoy the last of the sun rays of the day and to get some quiet time for herself before movie night with Pete. She hadn't heard Helena following her, had barely been able to see her before the other woman had come crashing into her, pressing her lips to her own. And then her brain had been switched off and Myka had reacted purely on instinct. She had grabbed Helena, bringing her even closer to her as if she was hungry for her, as if she had been starving before this kiss. She responded fiercely and when she heard Helena moaned into their kiss her body suddenly realized that it had all been a lie. She had been in love with Helena G. Wells from the very start. She had loved her brain the very first time her father had read her words. She had loved her restlessness the very first time she had seen the glitter of life and excitement in her eyes. She had loved her body and her radiating warmth the second their bodies had touched when she had thrown her up into the air. She had loved H.G. Wells ever since she had been a child. She had loved Helena G. Wells ever since she had seen her for the very first time. She couldn't deny it now. She was head over heels for this woman.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #292 - Head over heels
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Myka had tried to believe she wasn't falling in love with Helena G. Wells.
Myka had tried to believe she wasn't falling in love with Helena G. Wells. Yes, she was the author of her favourite books but did that made her love the woman automatically? No. It couldn't. She had believed the author to be a man and had never loved him. She had admired him, respected him even, but not loved him, not in that sense anyway.
When she had discovered the real identity of H.G. Wells she had gone back to reading her works. That might have been when it all really started because she had fallen in love with the words all over again. With the words though, not the author. She had plunged into the stories once again, almost reading the words out loud before her eyes were catching them. She had spent a week of literary delight. And then she had kept being confronted to the author, the real one. Helena.
The woman was not your typical boring 19th century woman. Oh no. And Myka kept being blown away by her energy, her curiosity, and her restlessness. Myka was clever, there was no denying it. She was brilliant even, but slightly reserved, that it rarely showed how magnificent she was if you didn't know her. So when Helena came along it was like being given a twizzler after months of privations. Helena was a challenge. She was not brilliant. She was more than that. With all her knowledge of the dictionary Myka didn't even think there was any words to describe the other woman's intelligence. She was smart beyond credibility. Her brain simply never stopped. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. She was always thinking, gathering new information, assimilating new knowledge. Her brain was always active and everything she saw, did, was something brilliant that could trigger the new best invention in the warehouse.
Sometimes Myka even wondered if the woman was real. She had thought once that maybe Helena had been infected by an artifact making her hyper all the time, enhancing her brain capacity and allowing her no rest. She had even tried looking into Artie's database for such an artifact but she had come up empty and after a while had simply been forced to accept that Helena G. Wells was that brilliant and magnificent.
By then she had gotten used to the woman a bit more and didn't automatically felt like she was on drugs when next to her. She could almost follow her train of thoughts sometimes and she found herself seeking her company more and more. She was a challenge, she was a delight, and she was so wonderfully like her in so many ways and yet different. She was fascinating. Myka didn't think she was falling in love with her. It was only a friend. After all it had been ages since Myka had had a really female friend. Sure there was Claudia and Leena but it was different. Claudia was her little sister, her protégée, while Leena was a soothing presence. Helena was different. They didn't need words to understand each other, there was like a wave of energy between them. But it wasn't love, it couldn't be. Not to Myka's brain.
Except that one day after a mission, while they were celebrating their triumph back at the B&B, Helena had kissed her and all thoughts had vanished from Myka's brain. She had gotten out to enjoy the last of the sun rays of the day and to get some quiet time for herself before movie night with Pete. She hadn't heard Helena following her, had barely been able to see her before the other woman had come crashing into her, pressing her lips to her own. And then her brain had been switched off and Myka had reacted purely on instinct. She had grabbed Helena, bringing her even closer to her as if she was hungry for her, as if she had been starving before this kiss. She responded fiercely and when she heard Helena moaned into their kiss her body suddenly realized that it had all been a lie. She had been in love with Helena G. Wells from the very start. She had loved her brain the very first time her father had read her words. She had loved her restlessness the very first time she had seen the glitter of life and excitement in her eyes. She had loved her body and her radiating warmth the second their bodies had touched when she had thrown her up into the air. She had loved H.G. Wells ever since she had been a child. She had loved Helena G. Wells ever since she had seen her for the very first time. She couldn't deny it now. She was head over heels for this woman.
