Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 or any of its characters. I'm only playing a little game of What If? with them.
Wanting and Waiting
He stands in front of the door. Hoping and praying for a sign, divine intervention, inspiration to strike, or just a little jolt of insane breathless courage to get him through the next minute, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.
"You can't choose who you fall in love with."
Steve Jinks had heard the saying just like everyone else had, but never once in a million years had he thought it would apply to him. It made absolutely no sense what-so-ever and still he couldn't help himself. Somehow, somewhere along the way he realized he was in love.
This wouldn't have been shocking, except he's gay. Still, no big deal right?
Wrong.
Because stupid, gigantic moron that he is has fallen whole heartedly, 100 percent, driven to compose epic poems, in love with a woman.
So of course, he kept it a secret. Ironic isn't it, the human lie detector, keeping a secret this monumental. But how could he tell everyone? They'd been so accepting, so nonjudgmental when he'd informed them he was gay. He had expected Artie at least to be upset and annoyed by the confession. Artie in fact was more annoyed with Steve's lie detecting ability. If he told them this, they'd think he was crazy, or worse under the influence of some artifact.
And maybe, in some weird way, he is under the influence of an artifact; the oldest and most powerful one known to mankind. The human heart; with it's need and capacity for love, the human heart has inspired great works, both wonderful and tragic and every degree in between. It was the in between that currently tortured Steve.
Because the one person he desperately wanted, hell needed, to tell was the one person he couldn't. She'd never believe him. She would laugh it off and Steve would feel more like a reject than ever before. Besides she deserves better, someone smarter, someone funnier; someone that is completely the opposite of him.
Maybe that's what started this quandary; that the two of them are so obviously different from everything he's accustomed to and yet they fit together like they were meant to be. Two oddballs, even in a group of odd characters. They shouldn't work, it's logical that they wouldn't. But in the way of the wondrous, senseless, insanity of the Warehouse, Steve found that being with her not only makes sense, it is also the only sane thing about place.
If asked he'd be hard pressed to say exactly what it is that he loves in/about her. It's everything that she does and says, all of who and how she is that he loves. It's for all these reasons and more, so many more, that he's kept these feelings hidden, never let her know how he truly feels.
Besides, she could never love him. At least, not the way he loves her. That would be impossible.
He's tormented each day as he works by her side and tortured each night as he lays down to sleep so close and so far from where he desires to be; tormented and tortured, until his rational mind can no longer control the overwhelming need to confess the agonizing passion in his heart.
And so here he is, standing in front of her door, his feet having carried his reluctant conscience and aching heart to the spot he most wants and fears to be. His body tenses as he waits for her to open the door. It's now or not at all.
The door opens and as he hears her voice whisper the ever familiar "Hey, Jinksy." he knows that he's leapt over the precipice. The only question now is: how far does he have to fall?
So? Any thoughts? Like it or not? Drop me a line and let me know. Care to guess who she is? C'mon shouldn't be that hard. P.S. Warehouse 13 Rocks!