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Blood and Bronze

Summary: Myka sets out to prove that Helena is truly a good person by finding the artifact of ultimate judgment.
Pairing: Myka/HG
Rating: M/NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.
AN: Major props and kudos and worship and everything in between goes to fitful_fire for putting up with my pigheaded bullshit (yes, I phrased it that way on purpose). Thanks for knocking some sense into me.

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / Chapter Ten

Chapter Two: Musings and Messages

Claudia looked at the Warehouse’s computer screen for what felt like the hundredth time and frowned. She had been through the records over and over again, circling through the data so many times that the circles almost drew a straight line. But despite her scouring of the system, Claudia couldn’t figure out for the life of her who had managed to hack in and grab the artifacts without leaving a bigger trail – for there was indeed a trail; it just didn’t go anywhere.

What was almost weirder – only almost – was the array of artifacts that had been taken. They had absolutely no connection that Claudia could fathom. She’d played a fair few games of “Six Degrees of Warehouse Artifacts” and had still come up short of any logical explanations. Now, tired of reviewing and re-reviewing the facts, she could only sit and frown.

“You won’t find the answer you’re looking for, Ms. Donovan.”

Claudia jumped several inches and spun her chair around to face the speaker. “Geez, Mrs. F, way to give a girl a heart attack,” she said, indeed breathing heavily from the shock, hand over her heart.

“Though I admire your dedication, you will not find anything in the Warehouse system that will get you the results you want,” Mrs. Frederic continued. “Suffice it to say, the missing artifacts are required for a mission and have been removed from the Warehouse with my consent.”

Claudia was halfway through nodding when she stopped, her gut telling her that she wasn’t getting the whole story. “But that’s not true,” she blurted without thinking.

“Of course it’s not true,” Mrs. Frederic replied, not at all put-out by Claudia’s blunt accusation. “But it’s all that you need to know. Everything else you will find out in time.”

“Come on, Mrs. F, I hate waiting!” Claudia whined. “Especially when I don’t know what I’m waiting for! And if the artifacts aren’t off on some mission, then where are they? I don’t need artifacts disappearing on my watch, not now that we’ve lost…” she choked on her words and let the sentence hang, biting her lip to stop her tears.

Mrs. Frederic was silent for a moment, as if debating how much information to reveal. “There aren’t many people who know the Warehouse system well enough to hide their tracks. Agent Lattimer is out of the question, and Leena and Agent Nielson are still here. Out of the three people left, one of them was in prison at the time of the artifacts’ removal, and I can assure you, Ms. Donovan, that while they are in safe custody, that custody is not mine.”

“Myka,” the techie breathed, doing the mental math.

“And that is all you need to know,” Mrs. Frederic finished for her.

Claudia sighed and nodded, burying her face in her hands. It took a deep breath or two before she could lift her head again. “Is she – ” she began before cutting herself short. Looking around, she sighed again and re-buried her head; Mrs. Frederic was gone.

After a few minutes of deliberation, Claudia took another deep breath and reached for her phone. Staring at the screen for a moment, she selected the number she needed from the contact list and typed a quick message.


dunno what ur up to, but if u need me, gimme a shout.

miss you.


The techie pressed “send” before she had any time to second-guess herself. There. It was done. Leaning back in the computer chair, she closed her eyes as she tried not to let the grief of missing Myka overwhelm her; now she could only do what Mrs. Frederic told her to: wait.

* * *

Pete sat and stared at the chocolate-chip cookie: the plate-sized, scrumptious, freshly-baked chocolate-chunk goodness in front of him. Leena had made it especially for him – not in what would have been a vain attempt to cheer him up, but a nearly-as-vain attempt to get him to eat something. It had been nearly forty-eight hours since Myka had left, and the normally food-crazy agent had yet to eat a bite. Leena watched from where she leaned against the counter and finally sighed.

“You have to eat something, Pete,” Leena said softly.

“Why?” came the forlorn, nonchalant reply. Truthfully Leena understood his depression: he’d lost two of the most important women in his life in one fell swoop. But she knew she couldn’t let him just give up like this; she had faith that Myka would return in her own time, and that somehow everything would turn out all right. How she knew this, she had no clue, empath and aura-reader or not, but somehow, she just knew.

“It’s not the end of the world, Pete,” she countered, relaying her thoughts. “I know it feels like it now, but give yourself time to heal. Things may not ever be the same, but they’ll be all right again. The night must end, and the sun will rise.”

Pete arched an eyebrow at her, though he didn’t crack a smile. “Where’d you get that little gem of wisdom?”

Leena arched an eyebrow in return. “Would you believe me if I said from a song in the Broadway production of The Lion King?” This managed the tiniest hint of a lip twitch, but a nearly invisible one. “Give it time, Pete,” she repeated. “If Myka were here, do you think she’d want to see you like this?”

Pete flinched and glared at Leena. “That was a low blow,” he growled, on the verge of tears.

Leena shrugged, unfazed. “It’s the truth, Pete. Do you really think Myka would want to see you fall apart without her? She still cares about all of us; you know that. If anything, hold it together for Myka.”

Pete looked like he was about to retort, but instead let out a long sigh, slumping where he sat. As if it tortured him to do so, he broke off a piece of the cookie and took a bite. “This…is a really good cookie.”

Leena smiled. “It’s all yours,” she said, resting her hand gently on his shoulder before leaving the kitchen to give him time alone.

Once she was out of the room, Leena pulled her phone from her pocket. She knew that Myka would be smart enough to be using a burner phone if she needed to call or text anyone, but she had the feeling that the agent…the former agent still checked her messages. Hoping that her suspicion was correct, she sent off a quick text, knowing that, if she had read the woman right, it might be just the thing she needed to hear.

* * *

Myka sighed as she lay back on the hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to slow her racing mind. The events of the past two days still had her reeling, the main thought sending her spinning being, What the hell am I thinking?!? But to do anything else would be unthinkable. To give up would be unforgivable.

Helena…. “Helena,” Myka whispered aloud, closing her eyes. It somehow helped, just hearing the woman’s name, reassuring herself that she was alive. Unbidden, a new thought slammed into the forefront of her consciousness like a freight train. What would it be like to speak the woman’s name in a breathless gasp? To whisper it as she writhed naked beneath her? To cry it out as the woman sent her over the edge? To murmur it as she held her close, bathing in the afterglow? Myka snapped her eyes open and shook her head vigorously, trying to send the thought away. Where did that come from? Still, she had to admit, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant….

Shaking her head again, Myka decided to distract herself by checking her phone messages. There were no voicemails, she discovered, but two texts. She was surprised to see that Pete hadn’t even tried to contact her once, and the knowledge that he must be hurting badly enough not to even make an attempt filled her with guilt. With another sigh, she shoved that thought away as well, opening the first message.

It was from Claudia, and tears came to Myka’s eyes, even as she smiled fondly. She wished so much that she could send her a message in return, and contemplated doing so from her burner phone, but forced herself not to. As much as it hurt her, the less contact she had, the better.

The second message was from Leena, and the contents caused Myka’s smile to immediately fade, giving way to a jaw-drop.


Go get your girl back.


Stunned, Myka couldn’t help but send a reply, pouring her heart into two tiny words on the screen.

Thank you.

She didn’t even stop to consider the implications of Leena’s words.

* * *

Leena smiled at the message before deleting it quickly. Indeed, it would be a cold day in Hell before Myka Bering gave up. Leaving the Warehouse wasn’t surrender; it was defiance.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 10th, 2012 04:58 am (UTC)
Awesome stuff here. ^_^
Jan. 11th, 2012 03:13 am (UTC)
:) Thank you. *hugs*
Jan. 10th, 2012 09:51 am (UTC)
excellent work, well done, please write more soon. Lj Bard
Jan. 11th, 2012 12:41 am (UTC)
*love* More please.
Jan. 11th, 2012 03:13 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks! And soon! :)
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Jan. 11th, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
Hehe, glad you like. :)
Jan. 11th, 2012 01:18 pm (UTC)
I love this story sfm. Can't wait for more. :)
Jan. 13th, 2012 06:36 am (UTC)
So glad you like! I've got a whole bunch of chapters ready, so there should be more soon. :)
Jan. 11th, 2012 04:58 pm (UTC)
I love the Leena-Pete scene.

This was awesome.
Jan. 13th, 2012 06:37 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! :) SO glad you like the Leena-Pete scene - I wanted to get that just right, since I don't usually write them.
Jan. 17th, 2012 05:39 pm (UTC)
I need more please! Very interesting plot you've got going :)
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