Sorry to all of you that I told you I would have this sooner. I tried, I really did, but then I had to spend over four hours on homework, and I got this random Bones obsession for a few days (don't worry, I'm still obsessed with Warehouse too) because the season premier is on Thursday, then this story turned out much longer than I thought it would be. Anyways, craziness, but it is up now, and I have to say it is quite a bit different than my normal post-eps. More dialogue, I guess. My brain decided to give me this idea for some reason, not exactly sure why, I thought my brain was ignoring me for a while there for me making it wake up early and go to school. Post Breakdown Myka/Pete. Anyways, this is over three days of writing at various less chaotic times of my life (aka the bus, a half an hour before I go to sleep), so enjoy the slightly OOC fluffy goodness!
Dedicated to Stephyblue, this one is your fault! Also to ExpandingDarkness for being so very groovy. Just felt like using the word groovy, don't ask me why.
Disclaimer- Don't own it, never will, lets just get on to the story. No need to reopen old wounds.
Myka sat in one of the downstairs rooms of the Bed and Breakfast watching the fireplace and drinking a cup of tea. She reflected on the earlier chaos of the day while wondering where her partner was. Every evening they would sit down here and she would drink tea, and he would eat cookies. They would talk, if need be, or they would sit in comfortable silence. It was an unspoken agreement, part of getting through the day and always being there for each other.
After another five minutes went by, Myka became worried and decided to go and see what Pete was up to. She knew that it had been a hard, long day, but she also knew that Pete wouldn't leave her alone without telling her. She grabbed the plate of cookies that were sitting out on the table, and walked towards the stairs.
When she arrived at his door she knocked saying, "Pete?"
"Come in," was his reply, muffled by the door.
Myka opened the door to see Pete sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands.
"Pete? Are you ok?" She asked worriedly.
"Not really," he told her, looking up from his hands. She put the cookies down on the nightstand and sat down next to him, waiting for him to elaborate.
"I just keep on getting these thoughts and feelings. Like what's the point of living? Why even bother? Just the aftereffects of the typewriter I guess, but right now I'm starting to believe it. I mean really, what is the point of living?"
Myka looked very concerned as she thought carefully for a minute.
'There are plenty of reasons to live, and I know you know that. You were the one who helped me with my hallucination in Florida, remember. You couldn't have done it if you hadn't known any reasons to live. I'm going to talk to Artie and see how long the aftereffects are going to last. Until then, don't act on them, and have some cookies." She shot him one last concerned glance before she walked out of the door.
An hour and a half and a whole plate of cookies later, a note slid under Pete's door. He picked it up and read Myka's neat, controlled handwriting.
Pete-
Artie said that the artifact doesn't wear off until you have decided for yourself why there is good reason to live. Here's a few that I wanted to make sure to remind you of. I know that some days it feels like we are trudging along every day, not having a purpose or reason but trust me, you do have a purpose.
First reason- You are a hero. You save the world from odd but inevitable danger everyday. You are making a difference in the world, and saving lives. This alone is a purpose and a reason to live that not everyone has.
Second reason- Laughter. To laugh is such a wonderful feeling, something that you bring quite often and do quite often. It is really something that you could live off by itself.
Third (and most important) reason- Love. How do you think Claudia, Artie, Leena, and I would feel if you left us? Claudia would be very upset and never be her usual perky self again. Artie would become even more quiet and secretive than he is now. I would personally kick your butt for leaving me. Love is so important and hard to live without, but you have it Pete. You have it from all of us, and that is not something you can just throw away. I know you might want to figure all of this out on your own, but I want you to know that I am here to help if you need me.
-Myka
As he finished reading Myka's note, Pete smiled. He pulled out a sheet of paper and added a few reasons of his own to the list that he had been making from Myka's note. Then he checked the time, 12:13 AM, and wondered if Myka was still awake. Deciding that there was only one way to find out, he walked over to Myka's room.
Meanwhile, Myka was sitting on her bed wide awake, emotions conflicting between her worry and fear that she had abandoned her partner, and her need to follow Artie's order to, except for a small note or if he came to her, leave Pete alone. She was slight consoled by the cookie that she was eating (against her own no sugar rule) but she knew that sleeping was out of the question. She jumped when there was a knock on the door and got up to answer it.
Believe it or not this is going to be a two-shot. Yay! I really wanted to get this up, and there is more, so I divided it up. More will come soon, sooner with more reviews (hint, hint). Hope you enjoyed, please review, and I will get up the next chapter ASAP.
-OtterPotter
