Title: One Out Of A Hundred

Myka walked quietly down the stairs of the Bed and Breakfast, slowing when she saw a warm light casting shadows against the walls. Pausing and looking over the stairwell, she spotted the top of Pete's head and shoulders as he sat on the couch.

She treaded softly into the living room and sat down next to him, bringing her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

"Hey," She said quietly. He looked her way and smiled half-heartedly.

"Couldn't sleep?"

He frowned and shook his head. "Couldn't stop thinking."

"About earlier today?" Myka asked softly.

Pete nodded, his eyes going dark. "I can't shake the feeling like that thing is still attached to me."

"It's not, Pete." Myka insisted. "Rebecca destroyed it. It's in the Warehouse, and you'll never have to see it again."

There was silent as they both stared outside, lost in their own thoughts. After awhile, Pete felt Myka shift and glanced over at her. She had turned away from him and had her hands up covering her face. He reached his hand up, hesitating for a moment, then touched her shoulder. "Myka, what's wrong?" He asked gently. When she didn't respond, he shifted closer to her and using both his hands turned her to face him. "Myka?"

She avoided his eyes and took a deep breath,"I was with Rebecca when she went to visit Jack's old room. She told me… She told me that we should get out of here while we still have time. That you and me… we should leave the Warehouse." She paused and looked down, then back up at Pete fighting against a fresh wave of tears ready to make their way down her cheeks. "And she's right. At least about one thing."

"What? That we're going to die?"

Myka nodded her head. "You know we are, Pete. One day, things are going to go wrong, and an artifact will kill us. One already killed you!"

Pete shook his head. "But you brought me back. You brought me back, Myka." he repeated trying to reassure her. "Okay..remember what you told me on our first case? You said that partners had to rely on one another. That they had to trust each other. I trust you. I rely on you. I can promise you, that we are not going to die." he said seriously.

Myka let out a shaky, derisive laugh. "Do you know the odds of that happening?" she stated skeptically.

"What? One out of a hundred?" Pete teased lightly. Without a second thought, he pulled her closer to him. She stiffened and shifted awkwardly but was to tired to argue with him about personal space. She relaxed into his embrace. Wrapping an arm around her, his fingers threaded their way through her thick curls.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and without looking at him her hand covered his lightly.

They could pretend that none of this had happened in the morning, but for right now she needed his comfort. Sitting quietly, listening to his heartbeat in the silent room she remembered not twenty four hours ago, his heart had been silent. Willing to never beat again. But, he was right. She had brought him back, and saved him. That's what they did. That's what they would keep on doing . They would help each other out, whenever something was wrong. Together, they could make it. "We're the one, Myka." He whispered to her breaking the silence. "We're the one out of a hundred."

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