Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13.
Author's notes: Myka's PoV. Post-Instinct angst. No explicit spoilers. Oh yeah, and I think I will need to delete my current playlist if it keeps inspiring pieces like this.
Hurricane Helena
I always thought it was strange.
Every year, at least one or two hurricanes ravage an area. People lose their lives, their homes, their cars. How many priceless items - photographs, heirlooms, etc - are lost forever because of water damage?
I wondered why people never learned. The storms come again and again, but people never change the way they rebuild. No one ever starts building their new home to withstand the next storm. They put things back together they way they've always done. The houses provide shelter from sun, wind and rain, but it's never strong enough - never provides enough protection from the next major storm.
Why don't they build it better? Stronger? Smarter?
Maybe it's not possible. Maybe the storm will always find a way to break through any barrier.
I thought my walls were good. They had protected me and kept me safe through high school and through college. They protected me from my family when I wasn't enough for them. They had kept me from falling apart when Sam died.
Then Helena came along. Suddenly, the walls I had thought strong for so long were useless. She swept in, broke past every barrier and flooded my heart. When the storm ended, she was gone, and everything that was left of me was either broken or entirely destroyed.
So, I surveyed the damage, and I started putting things back together, piece by piece. I rebuilt my walls, but in the end, I made the same mistake that everyone else did because I didn't rebuild them strong enough to withstand the next storm.
End.