I just… yeah. I should probably sit in the AU corner of shame or something but like Sirens? Kicking ass? Phasing all the bad guys? Sirens getting it on? Being Sassy and saving the day? I just… yeah ok I’ll go sit in the corner with my love for this alone >.>
URGH Ok look guys I tried ok. hilariously I think Mykara turned out better despite thinking Helena would be the easier one. I SAID I’D TRY AND I DID IT THOUGH SO? Though Fluff clearly you now have the easy job of doing a better RL manip then this so get on it ;D
Sort of an AU born out of the chat last night. Long story short there was perving on cartoons (Shego and Megara etc), I mentioned Eris from Sinbad, PB mentioned she looked like Jaime… The Bering and Wells fans in us got Myka as Meg. There was rewriting of lines and JFC it just works ok. Helena as Eris the Goddess of Discord and Myka as human bamf Meg.
OTP: Discord and Sarcasm / OTP: You were coveting my Apple / OTP: (Since PB rewrote this perfect line) Many of my lovers were Mortals.
“I’m so glad you broke radio silence,” Myka’s face was unreadable even as pink dusted her cheeks, “I missed you,” quirking an eyebrow she pointed two crisp wielding fingers at Helena, “But-I have to ask- what is with the get-up?”
Helena smirked, choosing to settle on her amusement rather than the dangerous sentiment stirred by Myka’s admission, “I find myself undertaking a role in a small film.”
Myka chuckled and crinkled her nose (much to Helena’s distraction), “What on Bollywood?”
Helena quirked a brow, “Right, well I don’t know what that means…but someone on the crew is using a rather vicious artifact so the regents procured me placement on set.” Helena tilted her head down trying to hide as her smile went exceptionally soft, “I must admit while I do not have many lines, I find myself slightly daunted by the language and accent.”
Now it was Myka’s time to smirk, “Well you’re in luck H.G., it just so happens that I know Hindi.”
Because Asteriski is a terrible enabler and got me making Warehouse 13: The Next generation manips.
My personal headcanon making these in this way was the two are off on a movie night. Myka has managed to rope five into doing these once a week. Five experiences an unpleasant sensation *coughjealousy* when Myka is flirted with when on their way and also deals with the emotions *coughSOattractedtoher* stirring when Myka is watching the film, leaning into her.
Feel free to make your own though ;D
Wow Race sorry this took forever, even more sorry I got really distracted, bored and lazy and stuff near the end but I somewhat finished it with bonus Myka added too. So maybe that makes up for it ;D
Some Royal Naval Officers marry Privateer Captains. Get over it.
H8 will be plundered.
Myka didn’t like how tired her voice sounded as she answered the phone. The latest artifact retrieval had landed her undercover on a farm in Illinois of all places, up before dawn every day this week trying to locate the artifact between milking cows and bailing straw. She were sore in places that she didn’t know was possible as she reclined on the grass, but even so, her exhaustion was far more mental than physical. 4 months. For months without a word.
“Hello Darling.” That voice as if summoned by her thoughts, only if she had that power the woman would probably never be able to leave her side.
“Helena…” she trailed off- confusion and doubt mixing with relief and an intoxicating warmth that felt dangerously familiar- the feelings churned awkwardly in her stomach. She felt both lightheaded and weighted down, and the sensation scattered everything she had been planning to say to Helena. Everything she’d practiced in her head (and sometimes aloud in her bed when her thoughts of the woman kept her from finding rest).
There was a long silence before Helena spoke again, Myka could sense even through the phone that the artificer had expected her to speak. She got a small sense of satisfaction in not being the only one thrown off guard, “Myka, I truly wish I had been able to contact you earlier.”
“I understand, the regents mentioned… I mean…” She ran her hand over her head, fidgeting in her spot on the grass, “I don’t like it, I wish we could have helped,” as much as she’d been yearning to see H.G again she was almost thankful not to if only to make her following admission easier, “that I could have been there to help you.”
The relief in Helena’s voice as she answered clinched the heart in her chest, using it to beat a tattoo against her ribcage, “I know Myka. I would have found that far preferable I assure you, but I still had something to prove,” her voice became quiet sounding more to herself than to Myka, “still do to be honest.”
“You’re good Helena. You have nothing to prove anymore. Not to anyone.” She tried to put every ounce of confidence into her tone, daring Helena to deny it.
The laugh was warm and while familiar, lighter than the ones Myka had heard in the past; it made her glad she was already lying down, “No, not anyone Myka. Someone.”
Something struck Myka suddenly, “Helena, are you in a car?”
“Always the skilled agent I see. Yes I am, you know, I’d never been to Illinois before. The view is rather lovely.”
Myka bolted to her feet, “You’re here??!”
“Of course darling, I believe I already told you I had something left to prove. I’ll see you shortly.” Myka gaped unblinking, the dial tone unheard over the pounding of her heart.
if season 4.5 sucks I vote the fandom do a virtual season.
Ahhh there we go,
I totally got a scroll on my wall that says I was allowed to do this ;DAlso there may be a day I stop dabbling in the AU verse but today is not that day. In the words of that famous klingon philosopher fangirl “TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO AU.”