#myka bering

[aenslem]

Myka... I'm sorry. About what? WAREHOUSE 13 || STAND

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[haybalemaze]

Warehouse 13 2.07 For the Team

#wh13edit #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #bering and wells #myka x hg #tvedit #jaime murray #joanne kelly #*

[elssbethtascioni]

jeanette winterson, written on the body

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #wh13 #wh13edit #tvedit #cinemapix #cinematv #wlwgif #wlwedit #usergay #dailyflicks #tuserpurple #usergif #tvarchive #wistfulwatcher #usertoph #flashing gif #* #not in a million years will i be over them

[markedbyindecision]

Myka coveting the grappler

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo — free choice

#mykaberingedit #hgwellsedit #helenawellsedit #helena wells #helena h.g. wells #hg wells #h.g. wells #myka bering #warehouse 13 #warehouse13edit #userlgbtq #* #*wh13 #*gifs #bering and wells #beringandwellsedit #the colors look weird but it already took so long to get the reds back so. here this is

[lady-adventuress]

Happy Bering and Wells Day! This year, @apparitionism gave me a wild set of prompts to play with, so here's what I ended up with.

@b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange

#warehouse 13 #helena wells #myka bering #bering and wells #b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange #apparitionism #bering and wells exchange

[gothprentiss]

helena & myka, 2x07 “for the team”

#warehouse 13 #wh13edit #myka bering #helena wells #bering & wells #edits #this gifset brought to you by: doing a big giggle at that last shot #hg like i hate to see her go… love to watch her leave…. #also the grand gay spirit of adventure. hg couldnt have designed a better date. yk

[acecroft]

JOANNE KELLY as Myka Bering in Warehouse 13 2.13 'Secret Santa'

#joannekellyedit #wh13edit #tvedit #scifiedit #joanne kelly #myka bering #warehouse 13 #wh13 #xmas #mygifs #mikaeled #femaledaily #televisiongifs #cinemapix #useroptional #userstream #💗

[taikoturtle]

I smell apples.

#warehouse 13 #bering and wells #hg wells #helena wells #myka bering #long post #out of context reading 'i smell apples' sounds a bit ridiculous #but to any warehouse fan it's just pain #all this warrior nun stuff got me wanting to make a buttload of gifs again #so why not make a gifset of one of my fav season finales?

[julieverne]

HG Wells shouldn't be alive.

But she is. And she's here, in Myka's bedroom.

In Myka's bed.

Abigail had warned Myka. Abigail had said she'd been unable to locate HG's room.

Because HG Wells shouldn't be alive, and the B&B knows that. The Warehouse knows that. Myka knows that.

But she's sleeping in Myka's bed, and though she lies still she's clearly not dead.

Her hair is a shimmering mass of wonder. Her lips are curled into a smile. She's in one of Myka's shirts, and probably (hopefully) pants too.

HG Wells finally got into Myka's pants. Heh. Myka chuckles to herself under her breath, careful not to wake the sleeping woman in her bed.

Her arms are curled around Myka's teddy bear, and she holds him to her chest the same way Myka does. She seems comforted.

She's alive. She's asleep. And Myka is watching her because there is nothing else in the world she would rather do right now.

Finally Myka steps forward, and she grasps HG's shoulder.

HG blinks sleepily up at her, then a smile breaks across her face, the way waves break on their way to shore. Slowly, steadily, then all at once.

"I apologise for the imposition, but Abigail is still rather new at the business, and she said you were out of town." HG yawns and stretches, and Myka is breathless at the sight of those little limbs under her baggy shirt. She leaps forward and hugs HG, bringing them both crashing down to the mattress. HG is technically trapped, but that's never stopped her from escaping before.

She doesn't struggle. She never does. Not when it's Myka holding the gun, the handcuffs, the gun (again), the Tesla. HG just sinks deeper into the blankets under Myka with a soft, pleased hum as she relinquishes Myka's teddy bear in favour of his owner. Her hands are soft, but her body is hard from years of fighting.

Myka can't quite manage words. HG is alive. HG is in her arms. HG is holding her.

"S-stay," Myka stutters, blushing when she hears HG's pleased chuckle from beneath her, feeling the expansion of HG's chest when oxygen enters it.

"I have nowhere else to go."

Myka should ask what happened, how HG escaped, if this is real, but she's so scared it's not that she can't.

She just holds the only person who knows her until she can form a full sentence.

Which is several hours and several naps later.

When she wakes, HG is sleeping. Sunlight casts long shadows across her face, her delicate brow, her soft lips. Myka nestles closer and tries to stay awake. Just in case the next time she wakes it's not real.

When she wakes, she's cradled in HG's arms. HG is looking at her like she's an invention she's not clever enough to think up on her own, and Myka glows.

She's always known. Since the moment they met. Even after being betrayed, Myka hasn't stopped knowing. She's always known HG, just as HG has always known her. HG's fingers trail over the skin of Myka's arms and the rest of her body hates not being touched by her. The rest of her body resents and envies the tender flesh of her inner forearm, of the inside of her wrist, and finally her palm.

They're never held hands before. They've never slept together before, either, but they both knew that one of them would cave and the other would follow in relief.

"I missed you," HG says, and she's solid. She's not a holograph, or a shell. She's not a dream, not this time. She's together, she's whole, and her clipped accent is music to Myka's ears. A whole sympathy, a whole symphony. Myka lets her fingers thread through HG's so they're entwined. So HG can't skip away again.

"Where have you been?"

"I was in a hospital for rather a while," HG says, and of all things, Myka had expected an artifact to save her, not science. She'd checked all of HG's known aliases. "I appear to be better now. I'll never walk unassisted again. You should know that now, before..."

"Before what?" Myka challenges her.

"Before you kiss me," HG says, so irritatingly certain that Myka had been about to. "Before you commit to someone broken."

"You've never been broken," Myka tells her, and she kisses HG's knuckles. "You've been angered by injustice, and the world has been unjust to you. Are you in pain?"

"Not - not right now. Not anymore."

"Can you forgive me?" Myka asks, her voice cracking, and HG's hand leaves hers only so she can hold Myka tighter.

"Whatever for?"

"For not being in time. For not saving you. For not thinking of a way to save you. I still can't think of one."

"It's you who must forgive me, darling. I could have come sooner. I could have let you know I was alive. But I thought you wouldn't want me."

Myka can see the crutches now, propped against the bed. She wonders how long it had taken HG to get back on her feet this time.

"One more question," Myka says, and she feels HG nod, her chin against Myka's head where it rests on her chest. "Can I kiss you?"

"You would?" HG's voice is shy this time, and filled with wonder. Myka answers that question with a kiss, and HG is filled with enough wonder for an eternity.

HG Wells shouldn't be alive, but she's warm and responsive and moaning into Myka's mouth. And Myka can't waste another moment with her.

#bering and wells #myka bering #helena wells #warehouse 13

[sci-fi-gifs]

- What about Emily Lake? If Sykes thinks he can put her back together, she's in a lot of danger. - Destroy me, and she'll be of no value to him. WAREHOUSE 13 (2009–2014) “EMILY LAKE”

#wh13edit #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #jaime murray #joanne kelly #tvedit #chewieblog #userbbelcher #useroptional #cinemapix #tvandfilm #* #sfgsoph

[laurellance]

# mood

#wh13edit #scifiedit #femalecharacters #femaledaily #femalegifsource #userladiesofcinema #userladiesblr #filmtvcentral #usertvfilm #cinemapix #cinematv #tvarchive #smallscreensource #tuserkers #userthing #usercreate #* #warehouse 13 #myka bering #*mood

[aenslem]

WAREHOUSE 13 (2009–2014) ⤷ 3.12 Stand

#warehouse 13 #tvedit #chewieblog #userbbelcher #useroptional #cinemapix #mine* #sd* #wh13edit #joanne kelly #jaime murray #helena wells #myka bering #bering and wells #tvsource #tvarchive #mediagifs #wlwgif #wlwedit #usergay #monthly bandw gifset yay

[haybalemaze]

Warehouse 13 2.09 Vendetta

#wh13edit #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #pete lattimer #bering and wells #myka x hg #tvedit #*

[softdeb]

and i could be enough / and that would be enough

My contribution to the @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange — Bering & Wells + That Would Be Enough for @galactic-pirates.

This is lyrically perfect or them thank you so much for the inspiration, I hope you like it.

#bering and wells #myka x hg #gifs #warehouse 13 #wh13edit #beringandwellsexchange #myka bering #helena wells

[televisiongifs]

-I asked to be bronzed. -You asked? You... Who in their right mind would... -I wasn't in my right mind.

#warehouse 13 #wh13edit #myka bering #helena wells #h.g. wells #jaime murray #joanne kelly #tvedit #cinemapix #chewieblog #userbbelcher #scifiedit #gifs #ours #by soph

[birdofdawning]

The Mind Readers

“Wait, so you can hear each other’s thoughts?” said Pete, looking over Artie’s shoulder on the Farnsworth screen.

“No!” said Myka.

“Yes,” said Helena. “Several voices, in Myka’s case. All rather critical of her, which I find sad. Is one of them your childhood piano teacher?”

“Helena...”

“Actually, it’s a very interesting experience, if rather an overwhelming one,” went on Helena, “I need merely mention, say, John Keats and I can ‘see’ (in my mind’s eye, you understand) a book of his poetry. It has a red binding and... ah, Myka is searching for quotes for an essay. I can actually read the poems! Your ability to recall detail is truly remarkable, Myka. She’s in university...”

“Helena!” hissed Myka furiously.

“... Oh, there’s a plan of the university in my head now. I could now find my way around the place without error—”

“HELENA, STOP!” said Myka, and Helena, jolting slightly at her voice, stopped.

“Yes, thank you Agent Wells,” said Artie, “If we can get on with—”

“College days, amiright?" interrupted Pete. “Away from home, staying up all night, making out with as many... Aw, but Mykes wouldn’t have had a boy-crazy phase, not around all those books—”

Myka reddened, and Helena said “Who’s Madeline Ferrero?”

“Nobody!” said Myka too quickly

“Oh, she’s lovely!” said Helena. “That skin—! And lovely brown eyes.”

Pete almost pushed Artie off the Farnsworth’s screen. “Wait, what!? College Myka was makin' it with girls!? Mykes! Although now I think about I guess it makes a lot of—”

“PETE!” said Myka.

“No, I don’t think so.” said Helena, disappointed. “I think Myka just sat behind her in... a law lecture, perhaps? Yes. And looked at her. Quite often. Did you ever actually speak to her?” she asked. Myka’s head was now in her hands. “She didn’t,” reported Helena. “Oh, but she knew Madeline’s schedule though! When she had lunch, when—”

“Yes, well as interesting as this all is IF WE CAN GET BACK TO OUR ACTUAL JOBS NOW” said Artie, pointedly turning his Farnsworth away from Pete.

Myka dropped her hands and sat up. "Thank you."

“Wait,” said Helena, holding up a hand, “Did your father really say those horrible things about your admiration of Madeline? Or is that... Oh, it’s your father in your head.”

“Her what where now?” said Pete’s voice.

“She has her father constantly commenting on her in her head. What an unpleasant man. Myka, you know none of that is true, don’t you?”

Myka gritted her teeth. “Please, everyone, can we leave my mind alone and get back to the artifact?”

“Who’s James Thurber?” asked Helena. “Oh, I see. Word association. And, of course,” she added hastily as she took in her partner’s wrathful expression, “Myka is quite correct: we ought to concentrate on fixing this. As fascinating an experience as it is.”

“Yes, children, the potentially very dangerous device,” said Artie. “The one that will probably kill you if we don’t identify it. That one. Myka, you said you were each in contact with the coils—”

“Wait, wait, so Mykes, can you hear H.G?” asked Pete, popping up on the screen behind Artie again. “What’s her mind like? Hot? Is it hot?”

“No! I mean, no, I can’t hear H.G,” said Myka. “Or... I can’t hear her voice in my mind or see what she’s thinking about... I’m not sure she thinks in images... but her mind’s a.. a kaleidoscope of ideas, all coming and going and changing really fast. Each idea she has seems to branch into five more, or turn into mist before I can grasp it, and it’s, it's like I’m having the ideas and, um, it’s a lot actually.” She rubbed her temples. “Can you just stop thinking for a moment!” she pleaded, "Or just stick to one thing..." Suddenly intent, Myka pointed a finger at Helena. “Okay, don’t think about an elephant!”

Helena looked startled. “Alright.”

There was a pause then Myka gaped. “How are you doing that!?”

“Doing what?”

“Not thinking about an elephant!”

Helena gasped at the injustice. “You told me not to think of an elephant!”

“Yes! Because you’re supposed to... Alright then, do think of an elephant!”

They stared at each other. “But that's not an elephant, that’s just a list of facts about elephants!” said Myka in despair.

“We can’t all conjure up every memory like we're there again,” said Helena. “Oh, Myka went on an elephant ride when she was nine! Where were you? Ah, at the Denver zoo. And look at... is that Tracy? What a darling dress— Oh, do hush up Artie.”

Artie managed to look even more exasperated. “I haven’t managed to get a word into this innane—”

“Not you, Artie-in-Myka’s-head. He’s getting impatient and making Myka anxious.”

Artie brought his face very close to the screen. “Well good for Artie-in-Myka’s-head. He sounds like my sort of guy. I should give him a job”

“Yes, wouldn't that be lovely,” said Helena, “But let us consider this machine.”

Myka had begun cradling her head. “You've started doing it again. Examining the problem. How can you live with all this... chaos? I can't keep up.” she muttered.

Helena patted her shoulder. “I promise we’ll work this out. Actually—”

Myka stilled. “Oh! She has a theory. (Well, three theories so far, but this is her best guess because of the late-Nineteenth Century design of the machine)... ”

“Artie, have you heard of Andrew Webber?” asked Helena.

“Webber!” Artie became more animated. “Yes, that makes sense! He was a disciple of Carl Von Reichenbach, who first proposed the theory of the odic force—”

“A mystical energy that animates all living things?” said Myka frowning at Helena, “Really?”

“No! I don’t know! It wasn’t my theory!” protested Helena.

“Animates living things, and causes phenomena such as hypnotism and thought transference!” went on Artie, ignoring them. “Webber built several machines in an attempt to channel and store the odic force. This may very well be one of them.”

“I have some... I mean Helena has... six... seven different ideas as to how we could reverse the effect. Eight ideas HELENA THAT ONE WILL ABSOLUTELY GET YOU KILLED.”

“Please stop that,” said Helena wearily.

“Good," said Artie, "See what you can do. I’ll start looking into—”

Myka gasped and pointed a finger at Helena. “She wants to take the machine apart once we get it back to the Warehouse! She was going to offer to do the paperwork and then work on the machine overnight!”

Helena rolled her eyes. “Well, I was assuming we would want to know—”

“That’s a lie! She was about to lie!”

Helena narrowed her eyes and glared at Myka.

“It’s gone all quiet in there now,” reported Myka.

“Hey H.G, don’t think about making out with Mykes!” called Pete from somewhere beyond Artie's shoulder.

"Very well then, I shan't," said Helena smugly.

Myka’s eyes widened and Helena brightened up. “Oho!” she said, “Well! I shan't! Yes, what a wonderfully vivid imagination—!”

“Right, goodbye.” said Artie and the Farnsworth went blank.

Silly stuff based on the B&W discord conversation tonight, about how people think differently from each other without realising it.

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena wells #pete lattimer #artie