Title: Against All Odds
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Bering and Wells
Word Count: 14,899
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13, the world and the characters that inhabit it do not belong to me in any way, though sometimes I lie awake at night wishing that they did and what I’d do with them if they did. And then I write those thoughts down.
Summary: When Mrs Frederic sends H.G. on her way with the astrolabe, she also sends her off with very explicit instructions. But Helena’s never been all that good at following orders.
A/N: Right then, here it is. The smut that would not end has finally found the finish line. I don’t usually ask for people to leave reviews or anything, but this fic has been kicking my backside for months now (actual months. I mean, I started it when the episode aired!) and I’d really love to know what you think. So even if you just drop me a private message or something, it would really mean a lot.
i was just guessing
at numbers and figures
pulling your puzzles apart
In the nineteenth century, a girl was born in a man’s world. When she told the men she’d like to write books, they laughed because books were not a woman’s business. But the girl had no trouble imagining things other people couldn’t fathom: time travel and laser guns, moon landings and invisibility, so she conceived a world where literature wasn’t under the dominion of men. It turned out she was right about things like gene engineering and interplanetary communication, but wrong about the commerce of books. So she published stories under her brother’s name and went to work for a warehouse where all the mysteries of time and space were contained inside mystical artifacts.
In the twentieth century, a girl was born in a man’s world. When she told her father she’d like to sell books, he laughed because books were not a woman’s business. He named his bookstore “Bering & Sons,” though he had no sons, and the girl learned that though the commerce of books fell under the dominion men, they could claim no sovereignty over the province of knowledge. So she taught herself four languages, fencing, martial arts and went to work for a warehouse where the universe’s full enlightenment was contained inside mystical artifacts.
The girl from the nineteenth century lost her daughter to senseless murder.
The girl from the twentieth century lost her partner the same way.
One was bronzed, the other was born, and they stumbled into each other on equal footing inside the man’s world. Helena G. Wells and Myka Bering.
One wanted to destroy the world to heal her pain, the other wanted to save the world for exactly the same reason. Helena spared the world her vengeance to save Myka. Myka withheld from the world her grace to save Helena. For if the world died, so would Myka, and Helena couldn’t bear it. And if Helena died, the world would be saved, but Myka couldn’t bear it. Time twisted in on itself to make their introduction, and space stretched out to pull them together. One said, “It seems we are forever destined to meet at gunpoint,” but she only had it half right. It wasn’t gunpoint that was their destiny; it was meeting. And so they met, again and again, without colliding, suspended in perpetuity like the white, trembling promise of a first kiss. An unspoken oath as old as night."
– Heather Hogan (x)
Five moments that happened to HG Wells and Myka Bering, and five that never will.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR TAGS REDLANCE
i’m exhausted with loving
no fight in me - i’m defeated
i’m fooled, i can’t help it
you make my heart so helpless
You put your arms around me
And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go
You put your arms around me and I’m home
Myka, I can’t!
I’M NOT QUESTIONING YOUR VALUE. I’M CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR MOTIVES
The second gif, Myka’s reaction; she KNOWS Helena is not so selfish, that she’s noble. She knows it better, because she knows Helena better than anyone else, ever HG herself. Then, years back, she didn’t know what “I can’t” was all about, but now she has it all figured out, and she sees Helena’s struggle, and feels sorry for her; and she will not rant, she’s not even disappointed or angry, she will take her hand and lead her through it. Because she knows that HER HELENA is somewhere inside and she just needs this little push to figure it all out too.
well fuck you very much. But also accurate and meshes with a few things Jaime and Jo have said about the place their characters are in and the awareness and compassion they have for each other (i.e. the fact that they are stupidly noble even when they shouldn’t be)
No but my brain keeps on fixating on the way that Helena opens up Myka’s door for her in the final scene. Because the first time that I watched it, I mostly interpreted it as, “Damn, Helena, you suave victorian you.”
Except that now, because my brain is in full-on angst mode thanks to you fuckers, all I can focus on is the hand that Helena places on her back as Myka is getting into the car, like she’s trying to push her in, push her away.
Because the second that she hugged her she could feel her resolve to stay away breaking, and it’s only after she gets Myka into the car, with the door between them, that she can keep on pretending that she’s absolutely okay with letting her go.