Hi everyone! I can't tell you how nervous I am to step into this fandom with this story...

For those who never read my rizzles or svu stories, please be advised that english is not my native language and that you might encounter grammatical errors and typos. Please, don't hesitate to point them out in your reviews, it's the only way for me to learn and improve!

To my usual followers : Whether you watch WH13 or not, I hope you will enjoy this story as much as the previous ones!

Chapter one :

Why?

The past twenty hours had been challenging and painful, both physically and emotionally. Although the team had managed to stop Sykes from destroying the warehouse, a lot had been lost. Steve had died and this terrible ordeal had seemed to have triggered something dark within Claudia's soul, something the team had yet to face.

In the middle of that emotional turmoil was H.G, who was finally free from her spheric prison, her body and consciousness reunited, at least for the time being. Despite Artie's heart-felt tirade to the regents, she still had no idea of what was going to happen to her. With her fate lying in the regents' hands, all she could do was wait and hope that they wouldn't separate her body and consciousness again and trap it in that sphere.

Although she had no intention to fight the regents' decision and was determined to, once again, accept her fate , H.G needed to get out of that warehouse, she wanted and needed to feel the sun burn her eyes and the wind tickle her face, to enjoy that bit of freedom, not knowing how long it would last.

"Why would you do that?" The words coming out of Myka's mouth were everything but friendly, if anything they were aggressive and confrontational.

Though she was known to be direct and impatient whenever she needed answers to something that had been bothering her, Myka Bering was rarely obnoxious or insensitive, but this was different. The frustration brought on her by her inability to understand H.G's decision had slowly been building up over the past 24 hours and she couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Pardon me?" Even though H.G had gotten used to Myka's rather direct way of questioning her, Myka's sudden verbal assault was unsettling, scaring even, especially since she knew exactly what her friend was referring to.

"Why would you ask us to destroy the coin?" Myka had a strange feeling that there was more to Helena's sudden heroism than the desire to stop Sykes from using her to eventually destroy the warehouse and she knew that this feeling wouldn't get away unless she received some valid explanation from H.G.

"Oh dear, you know exactly why I was willing to give my own life or what was left of it at the time." Her hands shaved in her pockets, the sun hitting the back of her head, there she was standing in front of her friend, trying to maintain eye contact while hiding her deepest emotions, emotions she had fought so hard to bury and ignore for so long.

"That's bullshit and you know it. There's always another way, proof is, he did reunite your body and your consciousness and we managed to defeat him anyway." Was Myka being too candid? Probably, but in her current state of mind, not only she was incapable of being anything but straightforward, but she also felt it was the only way for her to get a straight answer.

"And look at the cost : your friend Steve is dead." H.G didn't know Steve, she had only met him once but seeing how affected the team was by his death, it was easy for her to deduce how close he was to all of them.

"Destroying the coin would have not saved him. Sykes recruited him thinking he was disposable and he probably never meant to keep him alive." As rational as her words were, Myka could sympathise with that feeling H.G had of being at least partially responsible for Steve's death, because the same guilt was slowly building up inside her.

"We'll never know now, will we? All I know is that I'm alive and he's dead and even if I'm "one of the greatest minds history", I'm not sure my life was worth his." How could her life be worth the life of a man who dedicated his entire life making this country a better and safer place, when she, on the other hand killed more men than she could remember and tried to destroy the world?

"I think your life is worth fighting for but apparently you don't share my sentiment." When H.G used the trident in Yellowstone, Myka thought she wanted to destroy the world, but she suddenly came to realize that it was just a radical way of ending her own life, her own suffering and that desire, as it appeared, had yet to fade away.

"No, I don't. You know this world is not was I was hoping for when I asked to be bronzed. With my Christina and brother gone not to mention I'm practically certain that the regents won't share Artie's sudden confidence in me and agree to reinstate me so, as it stands, everything I ever cared about is gone." Destroying the coin would have given H.G the opportunity to be reunited with her loved ones without destroying the entire world in the process but she had been denied that chance and the alternatives she was now facing were less than appealing.

"What about me? Hum, what about me Helena? I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." Saying those words, Myka took a step towards H.G and reached out to her shoulder, giving it a gentle nudge.

"Yes, you are and getting to know you has been the highlight of my return but..." H.G mumbled, looking down at her feet. Strangely as eloquent and confident as she usually was, there was no words that seemed proper to express how she felt.

"But what Helena? Look, I know that our friendship can not compare to the bond you shared with your daughter and I understand that being reunited with her might seem more appealing than living in a world you feel you don't belong to and I certainly understand your desire to end things on your own terms but trust me it will get better. And for what it worth, I promise you that the regents won't separate your body from your consciousness again. If Artie's didn't manage to convince them, I'll talk to them, I convinced them once, I can do it again." The person standing in front of Myka wasn't the strong, fearless and sometimes full of hatred H.G Wells who once tried to destroy the world and whom she had come to respect and even admire. All she could see was Helena, a mother who, 100 years after her daughter's death was still grieving and who was struggling to find her place in this unfamiliar and rather unwelcoming world.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that dear." Myka's determination brought a small but sincere grin on H.G's face and she was amazed that after betraying her not that long ago, Myka was still willing to vouch and fight for her, putting her career on the line in the process.

"Then fight for this new life, you belong here and to the Warehouse." And you belong to me, she thought without being able to bring herself to say the actual words.

"That's what I once thought but I'm not so sure anymore Myka, please try to put yourself in my shoes, it would be too hard." Why was she so helpless, so vulnerable in Myka's presence? Why was she able to challenge any man she's ever met, intellectually, verbally and even physically and use her superiority to her advantage when on the other hand she was incapable of looking Myka in the eyes and allow herself to speak from her heart?

Was it the fear of not seeing her feelings reciprocated or was it, to the contrary the fear of seeing them reciprocated? Was the simple prospect of being worthy of Myka's affection more terrifying than being considered unlovable by her?

"Too hard? You're quite possibly the best agent the Warehouse has ever had! I know that this world is different from yours but trust me, criminals haven't changed that much in one hundred years. Not to mention that if Archie changed his mind about you, I'm sure Pete will warm up to the idea of working with you again eventually. So what do you say you and I show those cowboys how two women can save the day without any testosterone involved?" If anything, H.G was a woman of action, so Myka thought appealing to that side of her would help her feel more incline to accept her offer.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about Myka, you and I are condemned to fight criminals and save the world. We might share the occasional cup of tea or catch a movie together, we might even become best friends, but that's all we'll ever be to each other, and that thought, believe it or not, is more painful than the likelihood of having my brilliant mind ripped from my body and trapped into that sphere again." Strangely, as she allowed the words to finally slip through her teeth, H.G didn't look away, she looked straight into Myka's eyes, because she knew it was the safest way catch an honest and spontaneous response, that regardless of Myka's verbal response, her eyes would tell the truth.

"Oh..." Myka's response to Helen's confession was more physical than verbal. As the words reached her ears, she immediately started shaking her head as if she wanted to give her brain a quick nudge or as a way of making sure she had not hallucinated those words. Though H.G remained rather cryptic and vague, quite possibly to avoid overwhelming her with a reality she probably feared her friend was not ready to face yet, Myka knew exactly what she meant .

Truth be told, she had known for a while but had refused to acknowledge it, partially because she wouldn't have known how to respond, should she had confronted H.G earlier, but most importantly also because she wasn't ready to confront her own feelings.

Had something changed for her to confront H.G knowing exactly where she was getting herself into? Was she finally ready to acknowledge and process the feelings she had developed for her friend and eventually take action?

Only time would tell...

Well, that was rather intense wasn't it?

I hope you enjoyed it. I know the characterisation might not be perfect and that this whole chapter might have been a little too dramatic but I kinda enjoy starting my stories with a little bit of drama and besides, this story is a work in progress , so the more I write, the clearer things will be(hopefully).

Also, as I always say, this is fiction and what's great about that is that we're free to interprete the characters as we want(as long as we don't butcher them of course)...

As usual, I'm very much open to suggestions and critics(especially the bad ones) so don't hesitate to drop a quick review!

Thank you!