Disclaimer: I still don't own any part of Warehouse 13 and honestly, I really don't want to. It's much more fun to play with the toys and put them back to play with later.

A/N: Thanks to all comments and reviews. Always appreciated and considered. Keep crying, keep laughing. Without one, you can't have the other.

She fought it. She fought it with a vengeance, returning to that world of the conscious. It had been so long since she'd been able to lie in that space between sleep and consciousness, feeling the warm comfort against her. The vibrations of the voice resonated throughout her body. Myka slowly opened her eyes to be taken aback by the smiling eyes of Dr. Calder staring back at her.

"Welcome back, Myka," the doctor said softly. "Feeling any better? Take your time waking up and don't…"

Myka startled, hearing a deep groan by her side. "Oh, Myka, please don't. Just stop moving." Helena ground her teeth together, regretting that reaction as the pain shot through her jaw.

Myka froze, realizing where she was. "Sorry. I'm awake. Honey, I can't feel my arm."

"So, as I was saying," Vanessa continued her quiet conversation with Helena, "I think you've just learned first hand why this wasn't the best idea." She stood up helping support Helena enough for Myka to release her arm from the weight constricting her nerves. "Is my guest room not good enough for you, Myka? The nursing staff is having a fit. The only good thing is, I think it's the first good sleep either of you have had." She shook her head. "What am I going to do with you two?"

"It was more the case of a pushy Victorian."

"You were coerced. I could have a lot of fun with that comment, but I think I already had enough fun earlier this morning. Speaking of which…"

"Taken care of." Myka smiled as she carefully extracted herself from the bed, noting the pain crossing Helena's face.

"Now that we're all awake, let me fill you in on the plan from here on out. I want to give Helena every advantage of pain relief as I can, however, I still have concerns with her immune system, which is pretty stressed now, and I want to get you out of here as soon as I can. Sooner than I really want, or is even advisable. She's been managing the short walks and that should to be getting easier each time. Keep it up, but don't push it! I know you." She pointed an adamant figure at her glaring patient.

"This is the deal. We get you flown out of here tomorrow back to South Dakota. Don't smile yet. Even with those happy drugs, it's not going to be a fun trip. We've started backing you off of them already to see what your tolerance level is. Do not lie. You will be set up in the office in a hospital bed," She held up her hands stopping the anticipated complaints, "And you will be happier for it. Trust me. Helena, you are quickly discovering muscles you never knew existed. There is no way you are going to negotiate those stairs without passing out. Everything and everyone will be available at the main house and you can easily move around. There's a pull out for Myka and it shouldn't be for long. Now that we have you up and moving you'll be moving around fairly well. And home always makes a difference. Sleep will probably be your biggest obstacle. Most people find it easier to sleep upright. It's easier to breathe. We aren't just talking about one rib here. It's five with a collarbone thrown in for good measure. I've set up a nurse to visit for the first few days and we'll play it by ear. Myka and Steve, God I love having him around, are going to help me gauge your pain level. I'll be there at first and then I'll check in you in a week. I hope you can be back to the privacy of your home by then, but don't count on it. I'm sure we'll be talking about other things at that point."

Myka cocked her head confused. "What other things?"

"The things that haven't hit you yet. This event has affected your whole family, but the two of you…expect more nightmares."

Helena started to open her mouth, "Helena, we've already had this talk, and my answer remains the same. A full recuperation. I don't care how creative you are. There are a lot of muscles involved. Pain means don't do it." Myka snorted, despite her reddening face. "Myka, I expect you at my house tonight to eat and sleep or the staff will start quitting."

"One last thing. Mr. Kosan is anxious to talk to you both. I've done my best to hold him off. Are you up for it?"

"Can't we just get her home first?" Myka pleaded.

"I'll see what I can do, but I'm running out of excuses. No promises. If you tire, all discussion stops. Do you understand? I've made that quite clear to him."

Helena gave a small nod.

Myka turned to Helena. "You know, this kind of reminds me of that conversation with Mrs. Frederic when we got back from Tenerife."

"Oh, darling, please don't make me laugh."

She quietly shut the door as the taxi pulled up. It was a short ride. When Myka got to the room Helena was wide awake and fidgety. Myka glared at the nurse approaching her to shoo her away.

"Myka, what are you doing here? Dr. Calder said…" Helena stopped, seeing the same agitation in Myka's face.

Pulling up the chair to the bed she mumbled, "I don't care what she said. I can't sleep either. You're unsettled." She pushed the blanket away exposing her bare leg and placed her head on Helena's thigh resting her right arm around her calf. Helena shoved her leg out to the edge of the bed closer to Myka. "I'll be glad when you smell like you and not hospital."

"Me too." Myka smiled as Helena burrowed her hand in the hair at the base of her skull, playing with the untamed curls.

"I'm getting tired of being on the side of a hospital bed with you, you know. Think you can stop that for a while?" Helena nodded slightly. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Closing her eyes, she shook her head fading into sleep. "Not so much now that you're here."

Myka kissed the bare knee, one tear dropping down the inside of the firm thigh. "Me too."

Dr. Calder came striding down the hallway, coffee in hand, with great purpose. The head nurse popped up quickly to stop the oncoming storm.

"Now, Dr. Calder, I think I know where you're headed and why." Vanessa saw the two women soundly sleeping in the same positions they'd drifted off in. "But before you say anything, Agent Wells was very agitated and extremely uncomfortable last night. We tried just about everything and even gave her an extra bolus of morphine, but nothing helped. Agent Bering showed up around one a.m. By 1:15, they were both sound asleep and have not moved since. That was the best medicine they could have ever received."

"I know. I heard her shut the front door. Agent Wells is receiving a visitor that I can't hold off any longer. I'd like to get Agent Bering a real breakfast before he arrives while morning treatments occur."

"Yes, ma'am."

Vanessa walked into the room shaking her head and placed a hand on Myka's shoulder. whispering,"Myka."

The woman moaned not wanting to leave her warm pillow.

"Myka, I've brought you a cup of coffee."

The smell of the added enticement was all she needed. She sat up slowly, letting Helena's hand fall to the bed, stretching out her stiff back. She took a deep mouthful of the coffee smiling. "Mmm. Thank you."

"You really have something against my guest room, don't you?" Vanessa laughed softly.

"Not really. Just separation. I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep and I knew she wasn't either."

"It's okay, Myka. I thought as much. I heard you leave. They said she was very restless and uncomfortable before you arrived. Let me take you for a real breakfast while morning duties get done. Mr. Kosan will be visiting."

"That certainly is something to look forward to, isn't it?" Helena muttered, still half asleep, joining the conversation. "I am still going home?"

"Yes, you are going home. I'm sorry. I tried my best, but he does need to talk to both of you. He's agreed to talk to you at the same time so we can get you out of here. It was my medical recommendation considering Helena's ordeal and its affect on the both of you that you are allowed to be together."

"Myka, let's go for breakfast before your Victorian friend chastises me for starving you. She has enough to do to get ready to leave."

"Hey, you! It's nice to see you sitting in the chair and out of that really sexy gown." Myka laughed, kissing her before setting down a paper cup of steaming tea and a bakery bag on the table. "Maybe we can take one home. You were pretty hot in it and I found out it's really easy to get you out of. We need to do something about that hair though to keep it out of your face. I think you're going to be in a pony tail for a while." Myka started to pull the long, dark hair back holding it back with the tie from her own hair. "Sorry. It's going to be a bitch having your neck staring at me."

"Agent Bering, I trust you had a good breakfast?" The smooth voice asked from behind her. She froze, staring down at Helena's very amused expression, eyes bulging and face in total shock. Clearing her throat, she slowly turned around.

"Mr. Kosan. You're here already."

"Yes. Agent Wells and I were just discussing her future with us. I'm glad you're here to join the conversation. You are a significant part of that future. I apologize to Agent Wells for repeating some of what we have discussed, but I feel it is important that you hear it as well. Agent Bering, please, sit down." He motioned to the chair, but she chose to sit on the arm rest of Helena's chair instead, wrapping her fingers firmly around those of Helen's right hand.

"Can I just ask one question first?"

"Certainly, if I have an answer."

"Why?"

He smiled sadly. "Agent Bering, if I had the answer to that, than none of this would have ever happened. I have no words that can express the horror and disbelief that the Regents have been faced with over these events. The word "events' isn't even suitable. It's unacceptable. When we first approached Agent Wells about the astrolabe it was indeed because of her exceptional skills. Yes, we asked her to continue in working beyond the scope of the warehouse because of her skills, but not for those that were used to manipulate her in the way that it was. The Regents as a whole were unaware to what extent she was influenced into doing things that we find abominable. As your fellow agents have repeated numerous times in my interviews, it is not what we stand for. Miss Wells should have never been involved in the tasks she was sent to accomplish."

"A very small group of Regents were placed to oversee what were considered highly classified missions that we preferred to have dedicated to one single individual. To what extent those missions were defined, was not the intent of the Regents when Miss Wells was recommended. It is beyond atrocious what was coerced from her to retrieve such artifacts as she was. It is amazing that such phrases as 'for the good of the warehouse,' and 'the greater good' can themselves be exploited to the wills of a few individuals for their own purpose. It is only due to Mrs. Frederic and Jane Lattimer that these individuals were exposed and we were able to get a copy of that interview. I assure you that those individuals are being dealt with accordingly. The Regents would never have threatened Agent Wells in the way she was. I will never be able to understand how someone could use such threats against another for their own personal gain, regardless of what Agent Wells may have done in the past. It was our failure to recognize the emotional instability that resulted from an unprecedented situation to begin with. I know of no record of de-bronzing an individual. You are certainly unique Miss Wells, as are you Miss Bering."

"As far as our present warehouse agents, we commend you all for your perseverance. Mrs. Frederic has chosen you well and puts great faith in you all. You are all chosen for not only your individual skills, but your integrity. You complement each other. This creates an incredibly dynamic group of individuals. I would have expected nothing less of you all. It is your ability to see beyond what you are given that makes you so valuable."

"As I was explaining to Miss Wells before you entered, our foremost concern is a successful recuperation and the well-being of you both. Every effort and available resource will be provided in seeing you through to that goal. Miss Wells has suffered needlessly, and for that I cannot express my dismay more. Again, there are no appropriate words. All of us understand and accept the risks involved in our work, however, what Agent Wells has had asked of her over these many months is not what we intended. We understand if either or neither of you wishes to continue with the warehouse. I myself would reconsider under these circumstances. One does not appreciate being used in such a manner unnecessarily. I do ask you take your time in considering your options and we will support you in your decisions. We realize this will be a very long recuperation. You are under no obligation to stay where you are, however, I believe you all need each other's support and would be saddened to see you leave."

"If you have no other questions, I shall take my leave. I understand it is time for you two to get home."

"Actually, I do have one more question," Myka stood up. "When the Regents thought she was dead, would you really have taken her belongings to the dead agents vault? Her belongings are mine to decide what to be done with."

"That is a very good question. You have presented a unique situation for the Regents as far as anything we know. We have never had two agents in such a situation before. Individual agents, yes. Two agents together, no. I would expect it would be handled as two individuals. As you point out, Agent Bering, the two do become one. We have no right to take anything from you that you do not wish to hand over willingly. I believe your fellow agents would have seen to that as well. As I've said, you are are force to be contented to." He smiled.

"Agents, please take care of yourselves, and each other. Mrs. Frederic will keep me apprised of your wellbeing. I do not make light in saying it is very much a personal concern."

Myka felt a tug on her shirt as the gentleman left the room. Turning, she questioned the unreadable expression on Helena's face.

"Darling, please get me to that bed before I pass out, and call a nurse."

Myka jumped up to call the nurse before supporting the white-faced woman to the bed.

They got her settled and administered some more morphine. Color started to return to the woman's face and her breathing began to settle.

"I must say, I am beginning to appreciate the advances in medicine more." Myka rubbed her forehead, calming her.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Right. And interrupt his groveling?"

Myka couldn't help but smile. "Nice sweatshirt by the way. A little big, though."

"Keep Claudia making me breakfast and I shall fill it out soon enough. Oh, yes and plenty of burritos. Stock up on that hot sauce." She looked down on the UCCS sweatshirt that indeed engulfed her in her present condition. "You will break it in for me, won't you?"

"When haven't I?" Myka stopped her hand, chuckling.

"Good. It never smells right until you do. Please, don't stop. I'm tired and my head hurts." Myka resumed her attentions, sighing deeply as Helena drifted off. Vanessa was right. They had a long road ahead of them.