Thank you so much to everyone who posted their suggestions for songs. I tried to put in as many as I could - the list could have gone on forever of course.
As always, I appreciate your comments/feedback (don't we all?) even if you don't like parts of it.
Thank you to Ariel Hedgehog who came up with the idea for this storyline.
Chapter 7 Myka's Playlist – At Last
The applause subsided when the doorbell rang indicating the pizza delivery. Pete brought in the boxes and everyone dug in. Mrs. Frederic took her red plastic cup and put it up in the air. "I would like to congratulate Ms. Donavan and Agent Wells on a job well done! I think this exercise taught everyone something and I am pleased at the level of participation from everyone in the group," she said sounding official no matter how she tried to tone it down.
"Thanks Mrs. F but the credit goes to HG here. She was an excellent student and I am happy to present her with this certificate of completion from the Claudia Donovan School of Rockin' Music," Claudia said handing HG a piece of paper that she had created on the computer.
Had it been an official diploma from Oxford University, HG would have been less impressed. Myka watched as her face lit up as she ran her fingers over her name embossed in the middle. After a minute or two, HG took her cup.
"I would like to toast my instructor," Helena said holding back her emotions. "Claudia, you have been kind in sharing your time, your extensive knowledge and musical talent with me. You made the music come to life and gave it meaning. As a result, I have learned more than just lyrics and the notes. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart," HG said in her very proper accent and it made Claudia well up with tears. No one had ever said so many nice things to her at one time.
"Come here you," Claudia said and grabbed HG for a hug. A hug Helena gladly accepted.
"Alright, I think next we teach HG television shows!" Pete called but everyone protested. Myka did not want him exposing HG to his taste in TV entertainment.
"Sports? Video games? Come on, Mykes. Let me teach her something," Pete moaned as if the vacancy needed filling.
The agents enjoyed the camaraderie and food until it was very late.
"Remember Arthur," Mrs. Frederic said as she walked with him to their respective cars, "Not every lesson they learn is about the Warehouse."
That night, as the house quieted down, Helena came into Myka's room.
"I am really proud of you Helena," Myka said as she sat on the bed next to her friend.
"Thank you, Myka. I like it when you are proud of me," HG shared and Myka marveled at how that could matter so much to the Brit.
"Do you want to know the only thing I didn't like about this whole exercise?" Myka asked and immediately saw the concern rise on HG's face.
"Yes?" she answered.
"When you talked gangsta without your accent," Myka laughed and then thought about it. "No, I'm serious. It was freaky to hear you speak without it," she said as if it warranted repeating.
"So you do not think I should lose it?" HG said as if there were a chance.
"No! I mean, I'm a little embarrassed to admit this over an accent, but I kinda have a thing for it," Myka confessed and the embarrassment registered on her face.
"A thing?" HG prompted her and looked innocently at her even though they both knew she knew what she was doing.
"Yes, I find it ….. I like it, that's all," Myka stammered.
"You find it ….?" the Brit pushed and Myka knew she wouldn't give up.
"I find it sexy, ok?" Myka finally let out.
"Oh it's perfectly ok with me, darling. I am pleased it gives your ears such pleasure," HG said sliding her hand up to touch Myka's ear.
"And speaking of pleasing your ears, I have something for you," Helena said as she retrieved a small box all wrapped up. She immediately saw the excitement in Myka's eyes and was happy.
"What is it, Hel?" Myka asked as she opened it up. She took out the box that contained her brand new IPod.
"I wanted you to have your own playlist. Claudia showed me how to do it," Helena said proudly and Myka smiled at the gift. She thanked HG but couldn't say much more as she opened the box and took out the new device.
"I know you have one of these but I couldn't find it when I was making your list so I just bought you a new one," HG explained.
"I love it, Helena. This was very sweet. Thank you," Myka said bending her head into her friend.
"Look at the playlist. I picked them out myself," HG said again and Myka could tell how very pleased she was.
Myka went to the music playlist and grinned broadly at each of the songs that Helena had picked.
"How did you know?" Myka asked because some of them were among her very favorites.
"I just knew," HG said. "Put it in your dock Myka and play them," Helena instructed.
Myka took the device and placed into the player on her nightstand. The first song came on. "My parents used to play this all the time," Myka said thinking back to watching her mother and father dance in the living room. It was one of her fondest memories and she longed for the day when she would be as happy dancing in someone's arms as her mother looked dancing to Frank Sinatra's 'The Way You Look Tonight'.
HG sprang from the bed. "May I have this dance?" she asked as if reading Myka's mind. Myka couldn't believe Helena's question. "Yes," was out of her mouth before she knew it.
"I dare say you will have to show me but I can improvise a little," Helena confessed and took Myka's hand as she followed Myka's lead.
Myka swallowed back the uneasiness and allowed herself to participate in the spontaneous gesture. She laughed as HG struggled to follow as it was her natural inclination to lead in everything she did, even dancing. When the song ended, Myka fell back on the bed laughing out of the sheer joy of the moment. She continued to lie there as Helena moved next to her and played with the curly strands of her hair and they listened to "Breathe" by Faith Hill. When they listened to - "I'm closer than I've ever felt before. And I know, and you know -There's no need for words right now" HG's eyes met Myka's as if to confirm the lyrics.
There were no words for that moment and Helena lay down alongside Myka. Nat King Cole was next with "When I Fall in Love," and Myka smiled because of the phrase 'it will be completely," and thought how it expressed her own sentiment.
She turned and snuggled in Helena's arm, having never felt so safe in all her life. Over the speaker came, "I Only Have Eyes for You," by Art Garfunkel and not only was it one of Myka's favorite songs, it was her favorite version.
"Helena, I feel as if you looked inside my head to pick these songs. I love each one of them. How did you know?" Myka asked but Helena only smiled and pressed her finger to Myka's lips.
"I know a great deal about you Myka Bering," she whispered in her ear in that voice that made Myka go weak.
As Anita Baker's sultry voice sang, "You Bring Me Joy," in the background, Helena cupped Myka's face and gently kissed her. 'You bring me joy, when I'm down. Oh, so much joy, when I lose my way your love comes shining on me. I saw your face, and then I knew we would be friends, I was afraid but your eyes, they'd say come to me," the rhythm and blues queen sang as Myka grabbed the back of Helena's head to pull her in closer.
"You really learned a lot about music, didn't you?" Myka said smiling.
"It is you who have taught me the real lessons, Myka," Helena said and as if on cue, 'The Rose' started to play. Myka listened to the beating of HG's heart as she lay on her chest. "When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only, for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring, becomes the rose'. Myka's eyes filled up at those words but feeling very much like one of the fortunate ones tonight.
The emotion of the song grabbed at Helena and she turned to push Myka beneath her. She kissed her gently but Myka felt the urgency in her hands as she slowly unbuttoned her pajama top and exposed her to the coolness of the room. Myka was aware of only two things; Helena's hands that deftly electrified her body and the fact that there was silence – the music had stopped.
Helena softly pulled at Myka as she readied her to be at her disposal. Helena sat up and hastily pulled off her own clothes and gazed down at Myka. Suddenly the music began even though no one had touched the device. Leave it to the brilliant inventor to program the machine to be silenced when she wanted it to. And leave it to experienced lover to know just how much time she needed to make sure that the next song filled Myka's head while she filled her body with desire. This was Helena's favorite song – because of all the ones she heard, this embodied everything she thought about Myka. Beyoncé's 'Halo' began slowly and suddenly Helena touches were keeping time with the music.
"Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now."
Myka knew that this song was affecting Helena because her eyes were filled with hunger and determination. Her mouth and hands slowly moved over Myka until the tension built to a height she never felt before. She thought it would never end – the climbing up and up until finally Helena pushed her right over the edge.
How Helena got the damn volume to go up in time to muffle her cries was something Myka would never know.
The absolute radiance on Myka's face did indeed remind Helena of a halo.
Helena's next piece was 'Festina Lente', a composition for string and harp, chosen because she knew the title meant; 'proper balance of urgency and diligence.' And that was what her lovemaking had been.
Silence once again filled the room and the only thing they could hear was the soft thumping of their hearts. But once the angel regained her breathing and strength, she began to indulge herself in the Brit. What the younger woman may have lacked in experience, she more than made up for in the slowest build up Helena had ever experienced. 'God, please don't let her obsess over doing this by the book,' Helena silently prayed for fear she could not sustain it if she did. Myka did not disappoint her as the last song on the IPod played the classic Etta James' 'At Last'.
"At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song
Oh, yeah, at last, the skies above are blue. My heart was wrapped up in clovers, the night I looked at you.
I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own. I found a thrill to rest my cheek to,
A thrill that I have never known
Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile, Oh, and then the spell was cast. And here we are in heaven, for you are mine - At last."
At last – indeed.
Artie sat in the living room alone, waiting for his fellow agents to come down for breakfast. It was a lazy Saturday morning and everyone was taking their time getting up. They slowly made their way down and went into the dining room for coffee and tea.
"I'll be right in. They're doing an episode right from around here that I Tvo'd," Artie said watching 'Antique Roadshow' on the television.
He was about to call them in when a young woman was telling the owner of a book that it was 'a mystery'.
"We have been able to authenticate that this is in fact an original HG Wells signature. Now how an original signature could have gotten into a book reprinted in 2010 is something we can't explain. If this were a first print with this signature, at auction it would fetch about $45,000. But considering this is a reprint, the autograph here would fetch about $600," the woman explained. The owner was still thrilled to have an original Wells signature.
Artie stared at the image of the 'Time Machine' book with the familiar signature adorning the inside page.
"Agents Bering and Wells!" he bellowed and both shot up straight in their chairs. They looked at each other and then Pete and Claudia but no one had a clue. They all went into the living room where Artie sat pointing to the television and the image of the book with signature and across the bottom of the screen flashed;
"HG Wells original signature - $600".
"Is that all? That's wack!" Helena asked insulted and gave them all up.
I think this finishes this story - and hope you agree.
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