Author's Note: So, this is the first fic I've ever really written. However, my Warehouse 13 obsession is not saited simply by watching the episodes a few times a week. So here's what has been rattling around in my brain. Enjoy.
Fire swirled around them, strangely heatless through the bubble HG had saved their lives with. Pete tried to push the thought away, but her image kept coming back to him. Fire leaping up and around the woman he had only recently come to like. Suddenly it was no longer HG he saw in his mind's eye, consumed by fire. It was his dad. A fireman charging into fatal danger, ready to save as many lives as he could. Pete couldn't have said how long the flames of the blast clawed at their protection. He could feel Artie shifting from foot to foot, restless in his helplessness. Myka, on the other hand, was still. Her shoulders slumped and her head down.
Slowly the fire died away and the force field flickered away. Pete looked down to see the floor beneath them was still its original color up until the ashen ring that still glowed from the heat. Beyond them was nothing but twisted ruin. "That was his plan. To destroy the warehouse." He turned slowly from the wreckage to look at his teammates, both as shell-shocked as he was. "We lost, Artie," he said helplessly. "We lost."
As his eyes moved again, unable to stop staring at the destruction around him, Pete's gaze found a lump of twisted melted metal. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at. Beatrix Potter's tea pot. It had been just another case. Granted, one that had made the team confront some of their greatest fears, but now Pete held onto that case. It was a memory of the warehouse; all that was left. He thought about bringing the pot back after Myka had saved him and Claudia in Fargo's video game. It had just been he and his partner as they goofily bowed and curtsied and placed the tea set in its rightful place on the warehouse shelf. Part of Pete wondered if that shelf had actually been near-by, or if the blast had somehow thrown it. But most of him just sadly looked on at Myka's expression across from him. She looked so lost, so heartbroken. He could barely hold onto the image of skipping down the aisle with her, laughing despite the unknown bleakness ahead of them. Artie had spoken as Pete stared around them, feeling sadness and hopelessness set in, but just then did the words really sink in.
"Not yet."