Title: Teamwork
Author: AnitaB
Author's notes: My Warehouse 13 people looked at the season finale and starting screaming in my head about just how wrong the show writers had gotten. This is what should have happened instead of "Nevermore" through the explosion. My Lena said she would never betray Artie and the warehouse. Claudia is nobody's pawn, unknowing or otherwise. And Myka and Pete are not letting each other go after Macpherson alone. Well, now that I'm done ranting about the show, on with the fan fiction. Pete/Myka shippy.
Rating: Will be M if I post it all. Probably K or K+ for now.
Teamwork
By AnitaB
Chapter one: Together
"No,"
"Myka,"
"No, Artie. Every time we go up against Macpherson alone, someone gets hurt." She was on her feet, hands braced wide and flat against the surface of the table. Pete could read just in the line of her shoulders that she was not going to back down. Not for any reason. "Last time you went alone and got a sword through your chest. We are going after him all together or we not going at all."
"But the trail ends in two places, two cities thousands of miles apart. It makes sense to separate and coordinate our attacks on his lairs. That way he won't have time to run again."
Pete knew even before Myka shook her head that Artie's plan wasn't going to happen, even if it might have worked. "That way he'll have one of us alone with any artifacts and traps you know he has set up. What if Pete and I hadn't gotten to you in that airport hangar in time?" The angle of her shoulders changed. She was no less stubborn, but now she was reaching for a logic of a different kind instead of a flat refusal. "Is that what you want to happen now?"
"But … Macpherson is--?
"Too good for any one of us to effectively capture alone." Myka's voice shook just a little, but her back didn't waver at all. "Face it, Artie, Macpherson is really good at what he does. He beat you, he beat us, he tricked Mrs. Frederick for how many years?" He couldn't help it now. Pete reached up one hand to rest on the line of her back, both to show his support and for the feel of her warmth against his skin. His Myka was gorgeous when she was all strong and Special Agent-like. She was also breath-takingly beautiful when she cuddled all soft and fragile in his arms. "But together, the three of us have a real shot at bringing him in."
Myka sat back down, reaching one hand across the table to cover Artie's palm. Now her voice took on a faintly pleading note. "Come on, Artie, give us a real chance. Let's go after him at our strongest, not our weakest."
Pete finally pulled his eyes off Myka long enough to gauge Artie's response. What man had a chance against Myka… no one here that was for sure. Artie covered her hand with his own, squeezing her fingers just a little. His face had softened, went just a little uncertain. "Okay, Myka. We'll go together. Maybe if we dig deeper into his trail we can figure out which city he's in."
Pete felt the relief move through Myka's back. Now she slumped into his hand a little. "With Claudia and Lena helping you, we should be able to narrow it down to a single building." Myka smiled at him and Pete felt it in his every nerve. The sound of his voice shook just a little with the slide of her hand along his arm. "The five of us can do anything… together."
Myka started to smile gently when Artie nodded and Pete felt nerves all over his body relax. There wasn't a damn thing in this world that they couldn't do if they stuck together. Pete knew that deep down inside.
Artie gave them both a weak smile and slowly pulled his hands back. "First thing in the morning I'll get on the evidence with the girls, see if we can track him to a specific location. When we know where he is, we'll go in together."
"Or not at all." Her voice was determined.
"Or not at all." Artie's voice was resigned. Pete had only ever seen Lena or Mrs. Frederick back Artie down that well or that fast. What could he say… his girl was amazing.
Pete stood, guiding Myka to her feet at his side. "First thing in the morning. So we should all get a good night's sleep." At the far end of the room, Lena stepped through the doorway and mouthed a silent 'thank you,' at them both. Out of the corner of his eye Pete watched her put an arm around Artie's shoulders as his arm around Myka led her towards the stairs to his room.
If they were going to get a good night's sleep, she was going to be in his arms for it. Tomorrow was soon enough to tackle the Macpherson problem.
000
Arthur Nielson was never surprised by anything. At least, not most of the time. His mind had usually mapped out all the possibilities and interpretations before the other party had time to react. But Mrs. Frederick did have a great eye for the potential in her warehouse agents. No one, but no one had managed to surprise him as regularly or as sharply as his current crew. Pete, Myka, and young Claudia were certainly a set of interesting people.
As Lena put her arm around his shoulders and leaned lightly against his side, Artie couldn't help but notice Pete's hand pressed warm and comfortable around Myka's waist. He couldn't help noticing that Agent Lattimer led his partner to his bedroom door from the angle of the sound, not her own.
Sliding his own arm around Lena's waist, Artie pulled her in close against his side. "Lena, you don't think they've…" He let a little wave of his hand take the place of the words he really didn't want to say.
"Literally or figuratively?" She laughed, a quick little burst of sound that made his hands shake. He loved her laughter. Lena leaned closer and dropped a kiss on his cheek. Circling both arms around her waist, he pulled her down across his lap sideways. "Myka's spent every night in his room for over a week. But their auras…" She lifted beautiful eyes upwards as if staring through the ceiling into the second floor. He believed she could do it, too. "Their auras aren't mingled enough for that yet."
Artie smiled, caught her lips with his for a deep kiss, and ran an adoring hand along her thigh. "Not like ours, you mean."
Now it was her hands trembling, catching in the back of his shirt. His Lena moved a hand to trace shaking fingers along the edge of his goatee before leaning in for a long, slow, sweet kiss. Pulling back with a soft moan, she pressed her forehead to his and gave him knowing eyes. "No, not like ours. Not yet anyway."
000
