A/N: Written for a prompt over on my .

Nobody really notices it's happening at first. Which really should have been a glaring warning sign, since that's always how these things start.

The apple tree at the back of the bed and breakfast had started dropping its fruit like it was going out of style.

(It's not. Myka isn't sure fruit can go out of style, but she's the wrong person to ask.)

Then everyone was mad at Pete. Even when he went out of his way to try and please them.

(Which honestly isn't that different from the norm.)

Then Jinks had…. Well.

"Uh, Jinksie?" Claudia had barked in that way she does, angry but avoiding raising her voice. "Little help over here?"

He and Claudia had been wrestling with a goo demon. A honest to goodness big, purple neutralizer-goo demon. It shouldn't have been possible - or that's what Artie had kept telling them - but there it was. Slowly consuming Claudia as Jinks rocked backward on the legs of a chair down on the warehouse floor.

He'd had a peaceful expression on his face. Happy.

And Claudia's face had been turning purple, along with the rest of her skin.

If it hadn't been for Pete and his trusty Tesla, she's pretty sure she would have been neutralized. Vanished in a shower of sparks.

When Claudia tells them that Jinks had been sitting there blissfully ignorant of his surroundings while she was almost murdered, something prods the back of Myka's brain.

They're all rendered mute not long after that and no one can figure out why. They're forced to act out their conversations or write them down - when they can find a pen that works - and their game of charades lasts three whole days before they wake up one morning to find that whatever spell had been cast had apparently been broken during the night.

Only now they're all stuck reliving the same day.

Well, with the exception of Artie, Steve, Claudia and Vanessa. Even Mrs Frederick gets caught up in that one, though no one is sure how. Myka, Pete, Helena and apparently Trailer are the only ones who seem to remember that they've lived this day before.

It's during the third go around that the stick prodding the back of Myka's brain finally hits its mark.

"Oh my god." She stops dead in the middle of Artie's office, in front of a confused foursome and a curious twosome, and a dog that cocks his head at her. "We're all cliches."

"Well, that's rude," Pete pouts, rubbing his chest. Myka shoots him a withering stare.

"No, Pete." She points at Jinks. "Steve was completely ignorant of the fact that Claudia's life was in danger."

"I said I was sorry," Jinks mutters and Claudia pats him solidly on his back.

"And he was happy." Myka turns to Claudia. "You were very insistent on that."

"Dude was grinning while I was being swallowed by the Big Purple People Eater!"

"Right, right. So, he was, maybe, blissful?"

Somewhere behind her, Myka hears H.G. make a noise of realization and then Helena is saying, "Ignorance is bliss."

"Yes!" Myka whirls around to face her. "And the apples-"

"Didn't fall far from the tree." Helena grins at her.

"What's happening?" Pete's eyes dart back and forth between the two of them.

"And you," Myka tilts her head. "You can please everyone."

"Doesn't mean I can't try, right buddy?" He looks down at Trailer, whose tail is wagging like he's sharing the women's enthusiasm. Then the dog pops up onto his back legs and assumes the begging position and Myka points a finger at him.

"Actions speak louder than words!" She's smiling now, that same excited smile that inevitably shows up whenever they're working on a case, because she's always, always a part of the algorithm that figures out what the problem is. She turns to Pete. "And this…."

Pete pauses to think about it and he gasps after a few seconds, eyes wide.

"No time like the present!"

"What are you buffoons talking about?" Artie barks from where he's seated at his desk. "I am trying to figure out-!"

"You're looking at it upside down," Pete supplies helpfully, a little smug, and without prompting. Artie is silent for a second and then he spins in his chair to stare at Pete, who shrugs. "Lucky guess?"

It was a lucky guess, too. The first time.

After that, and once the Groundhog Day loop has broken itself, all of their efforts become focused on one sole task; find out what the hell is causing this.

Is it something one of them touched? Is it in the Warehouse? Did they encounter it somewhere else? There are far too many variables for Myka Bering's liking, but she's not about to give up because of that.

No, in the end, she's actively forced to give up her search.

They hear the front door of the bed and breakfast open and they hear Helena cheerily greet Myka from the hallway. They hear Myka start to respond but then she falters, stuttering out one letter at a time until she falls silent.

"Myka, what's wrong?" H.G.'s concern is the catalyst that gets everyone moving, rushing out of the sitting room and towards the voices.

"I can't…" Myka huffs a laugh, but it's one of pure disbelief and carries no humour. Her hand fumbles for the wall and her eyes roam wildly. "I can't see."

"Is this like a really weird John Cena reference thing?" Pete asks and Myka shoots a glare in the general direction of his voice.

"No. This is a really weird I'm blind thing, Pete."

Everyone starts asking questions at the same time.

Claudia's is the only one Myka answers.

"Did it happen just now?"

"It… just outside. Look, can you help me sit down?"

H.G. takes Myka's arm, concern turning her skin a shade paler. Pete leaves to call Vanessa, Claudia leaves to fetch her computer and H.G. goes to retrieve a book she thinks might be helpful.

"Why did you lie?" Steve asks once it's just the two of them. "It didn't happen outside. Why wouldn't you tell us that?"

Myka blinks at the space beside him and sighs. She knows there's no point in denying it.

"Because it happened when I walked in." She lifts a hand to her face and rubs at her eyes, as though that will somehow remedy her lack of vision.

Steve thinks for a moment.

"Oh, you mean right when-"

"I saw Helena," Myka finishes for him, rubbing at her forehead now. "Yeah."

"Love is blind." H.G.'s voice hits them unexpectedly and, even though she can't see, Myka turns her head towards the sound of it.

"Helena…." Myka trails off, unsure of what to say.

"And that's my cue." Steve hastily departs the room, blocking Claudia from coming back in and ushering her and Pete away for the moment.

"Oh, Myka." Helena's footfalls are soft but the sense of her presence remains as heavy as always and Myka feels the other woman approach. Feels a hand come to rest atop messy curls, feels her kneel, feels that same hand at her cheek now. "There were easier ways to tell me, darling. Ones that didn't cost you your sight."

Myka laughs, because that's all she can do, shaking her head and leaning into Helena's touch.

"This wasn't exactly how I planned to tell you." Myka can imagine Helena's face; one side of her mouth lifted slight, eyebrow raised.

"And how did you plan on telling me?" Helena asks, her other hand coming up to smooth back Myka's hair.

"If I ever get my sight back, maybe I can show you."

In the end, the artifact causing all the trouble is found in the last place they look.

Right under their noses.

Because of course it is.