Title: Three Words that Halted the World
Chapter: One
Rating: M
Pairings: Bering and Wells and Cleena, and another plot ruining pairings
Summary: Set in The Path We Walkverse (Warehouse 13 with CSI, only extending to Heathers existence in this bit), Heather has become a H.G.'s permanent therapist and one of her closest friends. Naturally, after the dust settles from artifact induced confessions of love, there are things to worked out, namely, are Myka and H.G. actually dating, or was it all just the fault of the artifact, and if they are what does that mean for them?
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The month they spent chasing the necklace was fantastic, and Helena wouldn't change it for the world, but when they finally landed on solid ground again, she would have been a fool to not realize that one utterance, followed by amazingly satisfying sex, did not a relationship make.

This night however, found Helena alone, curled up on the couch in the bed and breakfast, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire propped open, before a crackling fire. Myka and Pete left early to go hunt down the stake that Yael used to murder Sisera, which had been racking havoc all through the Middle East. Artie had the suspicion that it was prolonging the war between the rest of the world and the Middle East, and as such was tucked away in the warehouse. Steve was on vacation, visiting his mother, Claudia was working on some new gadget that she refused to show H.G. until it was complete and Leena was in the kitchen baking something that was wafting into the living room, tickling Helena's nose with the scent of warm chocolate cookies. And while by technicality Leena was there with her, they had managed to spend the whole day without so much as a word passing between them, each of them absorbed in their own plane of existence.

When the clock hanging over the fireplace chimed eleven, Helena gave up the thought of Myka and Pete returning tonight, or even seeing Claudia and Artie. Pushing herself out of small dent she had made in the couch from not moving for hours, Helena rolled her neck, listening to the satisfying pops and cracks as everything settled back into place. Padding into the kitchen where Leena was sitting at the small table, a steaming cup of liquid cupped in her hands, Helena smiled at the younger woman. "Dinner?" She inquired sleepily.

"I didn't make anything. I am sorry Helena." Leena said, staring into her tea.

Helena dismissed the sorry with a flick of her wrist. "Not to worry." Opening the refrigerator door, her eyes danced from one container to another, until she found what she was looking for. Opening the small Tupperware container with a bright purple lid, victory played across Helena's face. That was one upside of Pete being gone, leftovers survived well into the following day, if not longer, and Helena was thankful she was getting the last little bit of the lasagna Leena had made the night before. After warming the delectable bit of pasta, cheese, and tomato sauce, Helena sat down across from Leena, making sounds that should be reserved for sex at the taste of the pasta. "I didn't think it was possible for this to become any more delectable than it was last night, but I simply must tell you Leena, this is… orgasmic." A small smile cracked the other woman's face, and Helena put her fork down, and looked at the woman across from her, an eye brow raised in question. "This is simply not like you, normally you burst at the showering of praise you get for your delectable cooking, but tonight all you offer is a small smile. What is wrong love?" Leena looked up, eyes meeting Helena's, and the deep sorrow brimming at edges stole Helena's breath away. "Love?"

Leena's fingers danced over the rim of her cup, before whispering an answer that Helena would have completely missed had she not been looking right at the younger woman's face. As it was, Helena couldn't make out anything that was said, but it pulled at her heart to ask the woman to repeat something that was obviously weighing so heavy on her that she could only whisper it. After long moments passed between them, Leena must have realized that Helena hadn't heard her and she spoke up this time. "I have been having visions, of Claudia playing with a baby."

Helena's eye raised, she was thoroughly puzzled by why this was causing distress to the woman across from her. After all, would having a child with Claudia not be something she would want eventually? "I have to admit I am dreadfully puzzled by this causing you distress, do you not wish to have a family with Ms. Donovan?"

Leena looked at the ceiling, tears tracing rugged paths down her face. "The exact opposite, I want children with her so badly. But the child in my vision is not ours, or at the very least not mine." After a pause, that left Helena swimming a sea of emotion she had no idea how to begin to traverse, Leena broke the silence again. "I think she is going to leave me." With that, the tears that were squeezing themselves out, bit by bit before, released as if a dam had been removed. Helena pushed her chair back and went and wrapped the young woman in a warm hug, trying to sooth the pain and fear.

"Not to make light of the situation at hand love, but unless I missed significantly more in the world of medical advances than I previously thought, would it not be impossible for the child to be genetically both of yours?" Helena asked, holding the young woman's shaking body. Leena was nodding and shaking her head into Helena's shoulder all at once, as if she couldn't decide now if indeed the Victorian woman was correct. "Shh, I am sure it's not as terrible as you think honey." Helena said, giving up, at least for the moment of getting an answer from the younger woman, as she was now genuinely curious.

By the time the front door opened and Claudia and Artie came in, Leena had abandoned her chair and was now curled up in Helena's lap, her breathing finally starting to even out from the sobs that had wracked her body for so long, tea and lasagna long since forgotten on the table. Claudia came around the corner, and with a stern look from H.G. turned right around, stopped Artie from going into the kitchen, and all but stomped up to her room. Hearing the door close upstairs just shy of being slammed, Leena pulled her head up from where it was resting on Helena's shoulder. "I am so sorry Helena." The young woman said, apology after apology spilling from her lips as she pulled herself out of Helena's embrace and went to washing their forgotten dishes.

"Hey, you're fine." Helena said standing up, rather stiffly and putting her hand on Leena's arm to stop her nervous motions. "Leena, darling, look at me." Leena finally stopped, and looked at Helena as requested. Helena stood on her tip toes and placed a kiss to Leena's forehead. "I am sure Claudia has no intention if leaving you darling, but perhaps you need to talk to her about your fears." Leena nodded, turning back to the dishes, dismissing Helena of her duties of taking care of the woman. Helena was almost out of the kitchen before she tossed over her shoulder, "You owe me a conversation about medical advances I believe however."

Leena smiled, and even laughed a bit for the first time that night, as Helena retreated to her own room, Harry Potter in hand.