AN: So, I really love College AU's and I think there really aren't enough of them being written, so, I thought I'd write my own. Just so you're all aware, I am completely oblivious when it comes to American Universities, I am British so there are a few things in this story that are quite British, like the airing cupboard, I'm not sure if that's what they're called in the US. Please feel free to let me know what you think or, well, anything really. This will eventually be Bering/Wells.

I unfortunately do not own the wonderful Warehouse 13, it would be lasting a lot longer than 5 seasons if I did.

Stretching her arms out wide, Myka released a small noise, not too dissimilar to a cats meow, but still somewhat human, it was the first morning in a long time that the young woman had felt truly happy. Almost vaulting herself into a sitting position, Myka's eyes flew open and fell onto her clock, 7am exactly, who needs an alarm when you have a body clock? Jumping from her bed, she quickly began her morning routine, making her bed, taking a shower and getting ready for the busy day ahead of her, taking the extra time to straighten her hair to the point where the locks only curled softly at the ends, a far cry from her traditional wild curls. Pulling on a set of skinny jeans, she also wore a loose white shirt and a black blazer, Tracy had made her buy a whole new wardrobe before she left for college, and though the clothing didn't exactly scream 'Myka', they certainly did make her look a little more fashionable.

Almost slamming her door shut, the young brunette beamed at her mother when she finally reached the kitchen, "Morning mom", she smiled, taking a seat at the breakfast table, it was tradition to eat breakfast as a family and as her father had stated so adamantly, this morning was no different to any other. "Morning sweetheart," Jeannie replied, her eyes remaining on the food she was preparing, "because it's someone's last day with us, I am treating us all to pancakes, can you please prepare the table?" Doing as her mother asked, Myka quietly set the table, she wasn't about to admit it, but she was going to miss her mom. It was at that moment a strangled cry came from down the hallway, Myka didn't flinch, she just continued on with what she was doing, she was used to hearing that noise, it came from her sister's mouth almost every day. Tracy soon appeared in the kitchen, her expression angry as she stomped her way through the apartment. "Where. Is. My. Skirt?" she asked her eyes focused on Myka, the younger sister knew full well that Myka didn't wear skirts but it was the only feasible explanation she could come up with."Which skirt would that be?" their mother asked, her voice calm and composed, she was far too used to her youngest's tantrums. "The burgundy velvet one, I left it on my chair yesterday and now it's gone, where is it Myka?" Rolling her eyes at the girl, Myka finished the table and sat down in her usual seat, "don't look at me, do I look like I wear a skirt that is that short." You could almost see the smoke escape from Tracy's ears as she began to seethe, "MYKA!" she yelled, clenching her fist and stomping her foot. "Tracy, love," their mum interrupted, transferring the waffles she had made onto a large plate, "I washed your skirt, it's currently in the airing cupboard, drying, okay?" Eyes flicking between her mother and her sister, Tracy visually calmed, her fists unclenching and her previously reddened cheeks returning to their normal colour, "oh" she responded, taking a seat at the table across from Myka, "good." Placing the large plate on the table, Jeannie physically jumped when the front door slammed shut, "Is breakfast ready?" a distinguishably male voice asked, the words sounding frustrated as their speaker made his way into the kitchen. "Yes, dear, I've just put the plate down," the older lady responded, taking a seat opposite an empty chair, "I thought I'd make waffles seeming that Myka is leaving today." Sitting down with little elegance the man picked up his cutlery and pulled the first waffle onto his plate, "today is no different to any other day," he stated, pouring a little syrup onto the food before he started to eat in silence. For as long as Myka could remember, meal times had almost always been quiet, for most families, it was a time to chat and catch up, but in her house, talking usually led to arguments and nobody wanted to fight while they ate. Finishing first the young woman waited for the rest of her family to clean their plates before collecting them and taking them to the sink, "I was hoping to get on the road for 9, if that's okay with you, dad? My flight is at 1 but I wanted to get to the airport early" she requested, washing the plates to avoid having to look the man in the eye. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back to work, be ready as soon as you can," Warren stood and left the room, returning to the book shop down stairs. "He'll miss you," Jeannie announced, flashing Myka an empathetic smile, "he just doesn't know how to show it."

Returning to her room, Myka finished packing the last of her things into the case and chest she planned to take with her, she didn't have much, so all her clothes and books managed to fit nicely in to the two storage spaces, she was going to take the case with her and the chest was going to be collected by a courier later that morning, she'd hopefully have that with her within a day or two. Tugging the case into the hallway, she found her mom looking back at her with a sad expression on her face, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Myka dropped her case and wrapped her arms around the woman who raised her, "I'll be back soon mom, I promise." She hated seeing her mom cry, it happened very rarely and only when her father wasn't around, so Myka was usually the one to see it, "I will call all the time too, you don't have to worry." Jeannie pulled back and wiped away the tears that had strayed from her eyes, her body quickly turning towards the front door, "Are you ready? Your father's already in the car." Giving her mum an understanding nod, she followed the older woman down the stairs, doing her best to lift the case rather than allowing it to bang on every step, she knew how much her father hated it when Tracy did that.

The car trip to the airport was just as silent as breakfast, everyone aware that things would be different now, Jeannie wouldn't have a daughter to talk to, Tracy would have to moan to herself and Warren would have to hire someone to work at the store, everyone knew how things would change, though some were far more sad about it than others. Giving her mother and her sister a hug before she left the car, Myka made her way over to her dad, hoping he would say something comforting, declare that he loved her, but all she got was a simple nod before he got back in the car. Trying her best not to let tears stream from her eyes, she waved her family goodbye and began to make her way through the crowds that always seemed to be present at the airport. Taking a deep breath, she checked in and made her way through to departures, managing to avoid any pat downs or telling off's as she passed through. Once on board, Myka closed her eyes and thought about what she was leaving behind and what she was about to gain, she was finally free, from her town, from her past, from her father, it certainly couldn't come soon enough.

Before the girl knew it, she was standing outside of her new dorms, the shuttle bus from the airport to the college was rather hectic, the girl quickly becoming surrounded by teenagers full of spirit and excitement as they finally became independent. Myka, being Myka just sat right at the front, book in hand, trying to tune out the sound of the over exited students. Looking down at the piece of card in her hand, she read the words on it again, "You have been assigned room B in flat 13", the girl had opted for the new accommodation on campus, the cluster flats, a design taken from many British Universities, she liked the idea of having her own room rather than having to share with a roommate. Swallowing loudly, she pulled her case up a single flight of stairs, searching for her allocated flat, finally calming a little once she found the door. Placing her key into the lock, Myka froze, a sudden panic taking over once she realised that she was about to meet the people she was going to live with for the next year. What if they didn't like her? What if they thought she was weird like everyone at home did? Or even worse, what if they were messy? Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open and stepped inside. She almost squealed as she ducked to avoid the ball that flew towards her face, her eyes wide when she finally stood back up again. "Damn, sorry,"a voice yelled, a firm hand placing itself on her arm to comfort her, "I'm so so sorry." Lifting her eyes to look up at her assailant, she was calmed by the warmth of those chocolaty brown eyes, "it's fine," she chuckled, smiling up at the man in front of her "I've had worse thrown at me, trust me." She could see the man take a deep breath as he began to smile again, "good... I mean...good that you're okay, not that you've had worse thrown at you, that sucks." Chuckling at the boy, she offered him her hand, "I'm Myka, Myka Bering." Looking at her hand before he took it, the boy smiled warmly at her, "I'm Pete Lattimer, it's nice to finally meet one of my flat mates."