My own darkest villain.

WRITTEN BY: WHAT SUBTEXT?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTORS ALL RIGHTS TO WAREHOUSE 13 CREATORS

PAIRING: MYKA/HG WELLS FEMSLASH ROMANCE

RAITING: MATURE

STORY: STARTS FROM TIME WILL TELL THEN GOES OFF ON ITS OWN PATH,

Chapter replaced as there were many errors in original. Thanks given to Aynot for proofing.

INTRO

Myka looked out from her London hotel window; it was a city that always fascinated her. Thousands of images could be conjured up from countless novels she had read at her parent's bookstore. Mostly dark gothic images with fog stricken streets. A faceless villain would be stalking the sweet gentile ladies of the time. The villain always escaped from the scene of the crime in a horse and buggy, bouncing along the cobbled streets, A noble detective would be hot on his trail. This was not the image that lay before Myka now. She looked out of the window at glass and chrome buildings with neon signs selling all the usual suspects. It was only the regular passing of the iconic red bus or black cab that separated this place from Denver, or any other U.S. city. There was no substance in the world everything looked the same. At times she wondered if the planet had run out of ideas. Nothing was original, nothing came from the heart. Her time at the warehouse had brought this home to her more so, aisle upon aisle of wonderful invention by true geniuses who were long gone yet had left their mark. She sighed to herself, she never let it show but she was a hopeless romantic, at least in theory if not in practice. Her relationship experience was limited to say the least.

Myka's deep thinking was interrupted by the ever so clumsy Pete falling into her room, he had ventured out into a rainy London centre to grab them some pizza, He attempted to hold onto said pizza and open her door with one barely free hand at the same time.

"Crap", he stammered.

"It's fine."

Myka lied as several pieces of pepperoni lay scattered across the hotels carpet

Both agents sat on the couch together watching TV, sharing the one pizza that had survived Pete's entrance. Pete constantly flicked between various British TV shows finally settling on a police drama. Pete was well... Pete, he sat so close to Myka he was almost on her knee. There was nothing in it; to an onlooker they probably looked like two siblings who had snuck downstairs to watch TV when their parents were sound asleep in bed.

"How can you watch a police drama when we're agents."? I bet chefs don't watch cooking programs"

"Sure they do"...if you don't like it change it.

"No I'm gonna hit the sack we have an early start tomorrow"...feel free to destroy the rest of my hotel room while your here".

Pete stuck out a sauce stained tongue whilst waving the last piece of pizza at a retreating Myka. Tomorrow was a big day Pete thought, they were off to the home of H.G. Wells. The home was now a museum where slack jawed giddy fans could get their greasy mitts on anything that the great H.G. had touched sat or spat on, Pete considered himself one of these fans.

Next Day

An early start indeed, not made easier by the stony faced manageress of the H.G. tour experience. She had looked them up and down on entry to the late Mr. Wells home. Myka wasn't even sure what they were looking for.? Pete on the other hand was convinced that Wells himself was at the house in the flesh. After what can only be described as a mortifying case of mistaken identity on Pete's part, Myka had no choice but to order all visitors to leave and contacted Artie. The revelation from Artie that H.G Wells was in fact a woman stunned her so much that she didn't hear one of the visitors returning.

Myka ran into the room she had last left Pete in, she was bursting at the seams to tell him of her shocking discovery only to find Pete had made a shocking discovery of his own.

"Pete, H.G. Wells is really a "..."

"A woman", a hot woman with a gun."

"Yea ...Artie left out the gun part."

Myka looked on in continued shock, as Pete was held hostage, wasn't too difficult to speculate on how this woman had managed to get so close to Pete and get him into this current tight fix. She was very beautiful and never took her eyes off Myka. As H.G. spoke demanding to know why they were ransacking her home Myka was taken immediately back to the images of the gothic London in those novels from her father's bookstore, this Myka thought was not the noble hero of those novels glaring back at her. Myka wasn't convinced it was the faceless villain either?

H.G. Wells or Helena as she preferred kept a tight hold of the man who had blindly let her back into her own home. She was not surprised to see that the men of this world had not changed, a hundred years still so full of their own desires that they could be so easily manipulated and tricked into a life threatening position. The women of today's world had changed it would seem. Helena couldn't help but smile back at this tall elegant woman in front of her, with the curly reddish brown hair, lending a look of the Irish about her Helena thought, they were never women to tangle with even in her day. The male dressing style cut to show the toned curve of her body and stunning flat tummy, the gun and badge proudly displayed on her belt with a heavy buckle drawing attention to her crotch. At least some thing's had improved,

Helena had begun to distract herself from the task at hand. A strange noise came from the pocket of her hostage and she lost her hold off him, his describing of her as a "sweet old Victorian lady" had earned him a square punch to the face but his dominating female partner had a gun pointed at her now. Helena found her declaration at having no problem shooting her intriguing and this earned Myka a temptresses smile in return. Myka was for a moment entranced and then shook it off to restrain their suspect.

The interrogation had not gone to plan, far from it, Pete and Myka found themselves magnetised to the ceiling staring down at Helena, Myka had been out smarted and did not like it one bit. As Helena left them to their ceiling prison she starred back up at them, Myka could only stare back. Helena looked at her for just a little bit too long as if trying to read her, scary thing was Myka did nothing to throw up a defense or at least look away. This was the last thought she savoured before coming to a heavy thud onto the floor below, Pete had freed them.

Meanwhile H.G and her collaborator James Macpherson had gained access to the Escher vault removing items to assist their future wayward plans; Artie and Claudia are on an intercept course.

The H.G/Macpherson situation had accelerated and Myka was now stood watching Artie cradle his old friend turn foe James die in his arms, H.G. had seen to that. Myka moved Claudia out of harm's way and began to assist a sullen Artie. H.G Wells...Helena would re-surface again of that she was sure.

Artie had remained sullen for a couple of weeks. With Pete banned from assignment she was on something of a babysitting mission with Claudia; well perhaps not babysit but mentor. This was Claudia's first assignment. A college wrestling team was on a run of unbelievable wins and Artie smelt an artefact's involvement. Myka and Claudia were on the scent themselves, they were about to collect the prize when they discovered someone had beaten then to it.

"Turn around with your hands on your head"

This was all Helena could do as she immediately recognized the voice and knew Agent Bering would not be unarmed or very mild mannered. As Helena made eye contact she saw pure fury in Mykas eyes and she loved every inch of it. A strong crushing hand to the throat was not her idea of first contact though. On the advice of her younger companion Myka released her choke hold and Helena could breath; she instantly missed the close proximity of Agent Bering and planned on re-enforcing it straight away. Helena dangled the item she knew full well not to be the artefact in front of Claudia who greedily gathered it up and without a moment's hesitation. Helena closed the gap between herself and Myka.

"If you didn't believe me just a little...you would have shot me by now" she purred

Inches apart Helena looked into Myka's eyes, to her lips and her breasts it was only for a second but it was enough to turn the heat up in the room by many degrees. This display was not lost on Claudia who was surprised to see Myka move closer not further back from Helena. Myka was stunned herself previously having her hand round Helena's throat had allowed her to feel her heat and rapid pulse. Anger and mistrust and filled her mind then but the sensation and touch had not been lost on Myka, having Helena so close and so obviously tempting her again had caused a further response that she had never in her life felt before. As Helena stood so close smiling and purring at her all the blood from her head, hands and chest rushed to her crotch. She felt the walls of her vagina strain and clench and her clit double in size, she was thankful for being female and momentarily wondered how men controlled this sudden reaction, their arousal being somewhat more apparent, Myka concluded that this woman in front of her for want of a better expression had made her hard, and she knew it.