"Okay," Pete narrowed his eyes at Matt during the rehearsal dinner, "So you work at Inspec-Sol Incorporated."

"I do," Matt nodded.

"It's an engineering company."

"It is."

"That wasn't a question, Canada, it was a statement."

"Sorry."

"So you went to college at the University of Manitoba," Pete continued.

"That statement is a bit of an oxymoron, don't you think?" Matt asked nicely.

"Nothing I say is moronic."

"No, I…" Matt sighed in surrender to the very American man, "Never mind."

Pete puffed out his chest, "That's what I thought." He then looked down to his clip board with Matt's information written down on it. "So you grew up in Winnipeg."

"Go Jets!" Matt pumped his fist supporting his NHL team.

"Hockey, eh," Pete scratched his chin with intrigue. "So what's your football team then?"

"NFL or CFL?" the Canadian asked.

"What?" Pete scrunched his face, "No, like, real football team."

"Oh, real football," Matt nodded, "I usually cheer for Brazil, but lately New Zealand has really gotten my attention. I think 'cause they are sort of the underdogs. Little county that's constantly overshadowed by Australia."

"Hu?" Pete shook his head in confusion.

"Dude," Claudia popped up from behind Pete, throwing her arm around his shoulder, "You did say 'real football'." She patted him before removing her arm.

Claudia and Matt shared a look followed by a smile before the tech went over to the buffet table for seconds. The engineer then looked to Pete, "Colts. They're my NFL team. You?"

"Browns, but I will allow you to like the Colts."

"Jee, thanks for allowing me my NFL team," Matt said sarcastically.

"So, Canada," Pete eyed him again, "What are your intentions towards Myka?"

"Ummm," The engineer looked around the room filled with the wedding party along with Artie, Vanessa, Claudia (who was made a brides maid), Jinks, Leena, and both Matt's and Myka's parents. "To marry her."

"Touché, Canada. Touché."

"Pete?" Matt asked in an almost hesitant tone.

"Yeah?"

"You don't seem like you work for the IRS." He then blurted out, "Myka too! I mean you and Myka were partners, but it all seems… I don't know. But it's not that I don't trust Myka, 'cause I do! It's just, sometimes I feel like there is something more, much more, about her that she isn't tell me." Pete then shifted awkwardly. "Wow, sorry there. That came out rather French like, I've been in this province too long."

"Nah it's cool man," Pete pat him on his shoulder. "Chicks make us guys go crazy sometimes."

Matt let out a chuckle in relief, "yeah, you can say that again."

~oOo~

"Myka," the curly haired brunette, who was hiding around the corner, eavesdropping on Matt and Pete, jumped in response to the voice behind her.

"Mrs. Fredrick?" Myka said in confusion after turning around, "Wh- what are you doing here? Not that, I mean, I'm flattered that you are here. You are welcome to stay for the…"

The woman in tweed waved her off, "I'll be at the ceremony, but that's not why I'm here now." She then folded her hands in front of her body, "Myka, you are an exceptional agent, one of the best I have ever seen. And I've seen a lot of agents. I want you to know that your job at the Warehouse is always open for you to come back."

Myka responded before she let it all sink in, "Yes, but Mrs. Fredrick, I'm getting married and…"

"You still have your one." The mysterious woman interrupted her.

"What?"

"Take your job back, move to South Dakota with Mathew. We will make sure that he finds employment in his field. Then tell him about the Warehouse. You still have not chosen your one. Simply, make your husband it. Make him your one."

Myka's head raced, what Mrs. Fredrick had said was so logical but her chest felt tight, tighter than it had felt since she had gotten back to Canada, from Europe. The brunette turned to peek past the wall at Matt. He was laughing with both Pete and Claudia. It was a beautiful sight in front of her but for some reason she was failing to breath. Like she was drowning and didn't know which direction the surface was. Myka spun to face Mrs. Fredrick again, but the woman had already disappeared.

"Hey, where is the bride at?" The brunette heard Matt's dad call out from the other room.

Myka threw her hand over her mouth, feeling as if she were about to vomit as she ran out of Matt's wealthy aunt and uncle's country house, that they were letting them use for the wedding. She ran past the gazebo and chairs, which were set up for their outdoor wedding, and into the tent that was pitched for her and her bridesmaids. The sun was setting so there was still some light seeping through the thin fabric walls.

The woman plunked down onto a large trunk that was sitting in the grass. She allowed her head to drop into her hands as she took in deep breaths, trying to rid herself of the nausea. She was about to get everything that she had ever wanted. She missed the Warehouse dearly and now was offered up a solution that would reunite her with it. She could be with Pete, Claudia, and Artie once again doing the job that she loved. She was about to marry a man that loved her dearly, who had helped her pick up the pieces after she had left the Warehouse those four years ago. She could tell him about the Warehouse. He would be okay with it too; she just knew that he would be. Myka loved him for that, and for so many other reasons. But now, when thinking on uniting her old life with her new one, her stomach churned.

She couldn't just say no to the Warehouse position, she belonged there. The Warehouse had a way of grabbing a hold of you and never letting go. But Matt didn't belong there, in her Warehouse life. He didn't own her heart there. Myka's eyes instantaneously filled with tears as she looked down to her left hand. There on her finger sat her beautiful engagement ring, she spun it a few times on her finger with her opposite hand, before she allowed her thumb to make its way to her palm. There she gently rubbed her digits over the scars on either side of her hand. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks now, while her thoughts fell onto the person who shared the same scares as hers. Like they were forever tethered together and their scared hands were the physical mark to represent it.

The woman wiped her face with her sleeve and stood up, deciding to go for a walk, needing to just move. But when she rose to her feet she saw an envelope pushed into the edge of the floor-length mirror, which was inside the tent. Her name was written on it, but as she approached it, her heart skipped a beat. She knew the handwriting. Before she reached for it she whipped her head about, looking to see if the owner of the cursive was there, but she didn't see anyone. Myka then took a hold of the envelope and carefully opened it; sliding out a note. She scrunched her face in confusion, for all it had written down were two Chinese symbols:

緣分

Myka had no idea what it meant, she couldn't read Chinese, but she needed to know.

"Hey you," a soft voice came from the entrance of the tent. Myka looked up to see Matt's reflection in the mirror.

"Hey," She smiled before sniffling.

"Myka," He walked over to her and gently turned her around and then lovingly placed his hands on her forearms, "Are you alright?" he took one hand off her to wipe her cheeks dry before placing it back on her body.

Myka didn't know what to say, so she just collapsed into his chest and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around her in response and kissed the top of her head. They stayed like that for a few silent minutes before Myka spoke up, "Did I ever tell you that you saved me?"

"What?" the man asked whilst neither of them budged from their embrace.

"When we met, I was broken, I no longer had confidence in my abilities, and my heart was hurt by someone that I trusted, who later betrayed me. But you helped me gain my confidence back and you loved my hurting heart. You saved me Matt, and I never thanked you for it."

"Myka, Sweetie, you don't have to thank me for loving the most remarkable person whom I have ever met."

"Dustin Byfuglien?"

Matt laughed, "Okay, the second most remarkable person whom I have ever met, then"

"Hey!" Myka pushed back a bit to look at him before swatting him upside the head. "You know the number of pucks he's taken to the head? Take that number and subtract it from itself, and that's the number of pucks that have hit this one," she pointed to her own head with the hand that still held her cryptic message.

"Yeah, I suppose I'm lucky then. A full set of teeth can be more of a turn on then ones with gaps. But then again, shove Smarties in those spaces, then you're rocking a whole new look."

Myka giggled, "Have you always been like this, or is Pete rubbing off on you?"

"A little bit of both, I think," The man smiled at her where he then noticed the paper in her hand. "What's that?" he gestured to the object whilst squinting at it, "Chinese?"

"Oh, ah yeah," Myka handed it to him, not too worried to share it.

He held it in-between them, "Yeah, I thought I recognized these symbols."

"Wait? What?" Myka asked in pure shock, "You know what this means?"

"Yeah, my sister, Julia, the one that you still haven't met, the one now living in Vancouver. Her and her husband, who is the purest form of a hippy Vancouverite with pot to spare. They have matching tattoos or whatever. One has this symbol," he pointed to the first one, "and the other has this one," he pointed to the second symbol.

"Well, what? What do they mean?" Myka asked with too much eager in her big emerald eyes.

"Ah, if I remember correctly, the word is pronounced yuanfen, it means like, the binding force between two people and something to do with fate. I always just understood it to mean soul mates."

Myka looked to Matt where her eyes pooled. The man then gazed up from the paper to find his fiancée leaking tears, once again. "Matt," Myka held his gaze and spoke steadily, "I love you."

Matt looked at her with both misunderstanding and fear, "and I love you, Myka."

"I know," She sniffled, "But I can't go through with this anymore."

"What?" Matt pulled his head back in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"This is too much. I can't handle it. If we are going to be together you need to know something about me. I need to know that you will fit still." Myka back stepped away from him and started to pace, "I'm not even giving you a proper chance here. Of course I'm not ready to marry you right now."

"Wait, what? Matt asked, "Myka, what's going on here?"

"Matt I want to go back to my old job," she looked him square in the eye.

"Like your job in the U.S.? The Revenue Cana- I mean IRS job?"

"Yes…. Well, no, but yes!"

"Myka, you're not making any sense."

"I know, I'm sorry." She threw her hands to her head, "I never actually worked for the IRS. That was just my cover." She brought her hands back down and looked to him, "Matt, I was a secret service agent."

"I knew it!" Matt almost cheered whilst he pointed his finger at her.

"What?" it was now Myka's turn to be confused. "You knew? How?"

"Well I always suspected that you were something like that. I mean, Myka, last year when you saw someone breaking into the neighbor's house, you just ran over there and karate chopped the guy."

"Yeah, but I told you that I learned that as a kid in martial arts classes, which I actually did. And I do that kind of stuff at work too; you've seen me do it."

"I know, but you still went over to that house like it was your obligation to protect. And come on really, IRS, Don't get me wrong, you are great with paperwork and all, but…. No. It's just all wrong in my head."

Myka couldn't help but giggle towards him, "Wow, you really do know me better than I ever give you credit for."

"I try," He smiled back at her. "Now can you please tell me that you aren't leaving me for your glorified agent life in the US?" he took her hands and asked with concern.

Myka looked into his eyes and decided that she would give him a chance, give them a chance. She owed him as much, and she did love him. "I want you to come with me," She said with more confidence than she was actually feeling. "I know it's a lot to…"

"Okay," the man interrupted her.

"What?"

"If this is what you want, then yes, I'll move to the states with you."

"Really? You would just move away from your home, for me?"

"Well, geographically speaking, South Dakota is closer to Winnipeg than Montreal is, so really I would be moving closer to home.

Myka threw her arms around him. "You are amazing, you know that?"

"Yes, I know."

"Shut up," She giggled, "You can't always be perfect."

"I can try though," Matt gently took her chin and guided her face up to his, before kissing her. Myka felt safe to his touch, he always made her feel safe. But she still didn't know if it was enough, if he was enough. She needed for him to be. So her logical brain told her body to relax and see where their love would bring them. So in that instance she decided that she would tell him everything about the Warehouse. Letting her logic win, and her commitment towards Matt, be enough for her future.

~oOo~

Four months later…

Helena crept quietly into the young woman's room at Leena's. She was still asleep in bed, with the sun creeping through the blinds, streaming across her sleeping beauty's face. HG couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of her. She then went to sit on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on the other woman's shoulder.

"Wake up my sleepy head," She whispered.

"Hu? Wha?" The woman blinked her eyes open as she stretched. "HG!" The, now awake, girl hollered in excitement before she bound up to wrap her arms around the Victorian's body.

HG chuckled and hugged her back, "Hello to you too, Claudia."

"Dude, where have you been?" Claudia pulled away to look at her. "Last thing I heard was; you're not dead, then nothing. Zip! It's like you vanished off the planet for months."

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry Darling. I just needed some time."

"To heal? 'Cause you could have healed just fine, right here," Claudia said almost in an offended tone.

"I know I could have, Claudia." The older woman tucked some of the tech's messy red hair, behind her ear. "I was hurt bad, and I just need time… away from here." HG looked down to her own lap.

"Soooo, you're all better now, right?" Claudia asked.

"Sure," The airship captain looked up at her, "physically, I could take on both Pete and Steve in a flight," she forced a smile.

Claudia chuckled, "Well now you'll have to throw Myka in the mix too. I mean HG, you got mad kung fu skills, but so does she."

HG nodded blankly at hearing her dear friend's name. "So" the woman took a deep breath through her nose, "How is it now, with the lovely newlyweds here?"

"It's pretty cool. Though, they are in a house just up the road, so it's not like they're here, here."

"Ah," HG nodded, not quite knowing how to react to the information.

"Yep." Claudia said, "Oh, and they aren't newlyweds yet."

"What?" HG said all too quickly.

"Yeah, Myka postponed the wedding. She said it was too much all at once, with her telling Matt about the Warehouse, then them moving down here, and Matt's new engineering job, etcetera, etcetera."

"So, wait. You're telling me that they're not married?" HG tried with all her might to hinder her smile and twinkling eyes.

"Yeah," Claudia responded, "Seriously HG, I'm the one who is half awake here, not you."

"When's the new date then?"

"There isn't one yet. Matt's been asking Myka for about a month now, but she keeps telling him to cool his heals or something, I don't really get it."

"Well, have you asked her about it?" the woman tried to ask as nonchalant as possible.

"Uhhh," the girl though on it, "no I don't think so, why?"

"Wha- no, just curious." She shook her head un-caringly. The Victorian then sighed before patting Claudia on the leg. "Alright Missy, I have to go speak with Artie about an artifact. I'll see you later." She rose to her feet.

"I hope you mean, an hour or two later, not multiple months."

HG chuckled, "Yes I mean later today."

The older woman then went to the door, but just before she grabbed the handle, Claudia muttered, "yuanfen."

Helena's hand halted mid-reach, before she slowly turned back towards the girl, "What did you just say?"

"I forgot, I did ask Myka once why she had not set a new date. And all she said was, 'yuanfen.'," Claudia shrugged her shoulders, "whatever that means."

Wordlessly HG turned back and exited through the door, with both a tear in her eye and a smile on her face.

"Game on, Mathew."

~Fin~

Authors Notes:

So this is the final chapter... I think. I hoped you all enjoyed the story. And thank you to those who reviewed. Reviews make my heart go Boom Boom... true story