Ahh… it feels so good to be back! Who loved the Cookie Monster ringtone? This is a oneshot from Myka's point of view sometime following Time Will Tell. So I have to say (steps out of comfort zone) I'm a little afraid of this piece, mainly because I found it difficult to write, especially at 11 o'clock at night, but it turned out the way I wanted it to, and I like it, but comments/reviews would be greatly appreciated.
Now for a real shocker: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own Warehouse 13. I know, it was a surprise to me too.
Shocked; that what I was in one word. Who knew so much could happen in so little time? I was standing there next to Pete for what seemed like an eternity, looking out into the blazing gap where Artie should have been. I can still feel the shock, at first only a slight feeling until it spread, tingling throughout my body. Then the shock turned to grief, as I felt I had lost him, my boss. Odd, most people dream of that moment. Then again most people's boss hadn't been Artie, and hadn't been engulfed by flames. We rushed to find him, find Artie, not expecting much. The pain of loss surged through me as I found his glasses lying there. But then, he was alive.
Confused maybe is a better word. My mind was racing. What did Wells want? What is she doing? And did we ever exactly know what she was bronzed for anyways? It is difficult for me to understand her, and that is bad. Bad because what you don't know can get you killed, life at the Warehouse had taught me that.
Overwhelmed; that word seems to describe my feelings accurately. It had been a rollercoaster of figuring out who did or did not betray us. This feeling came even more when you take into account the fact that people could be not acting of their own accord. Who knows what could control who in this place, all of these artifacts contained here. The world is much better when they don't see light of day.
Finality was a strange sensation that swept over me while watching MacPherson die. It was neither good nor bad. In the end he had apologized, speaking of the darkness he saw, while Artie had seen light. He was sorry. But he was dead. This man who stole artifacts, set up Artie and Claudia, forced Leena to betray us, came after my family, and set free a very dangerous person; there would not be anything else from him in the future. Hopefully.
There are many feelings that I cannot get a grip on, cannot distinguish or understand. All of the ones I can understand take time to sort out, to put into something that almost makes sense.
And so I struggle with my thoughts and feelings.
Again.
But what really gets me as I look up from the fire I was staring at, half listening to Claudia's amiable chatter, was that when I look at Pete I know. I know that he sees the things that I'm feeling, these things that took me so long to find out for myself. This makes me turn away quickly, afraid he's found the things I don't want him to know, the things I don't want to know myself.
The way I feel when I know that he knows what I'm feeling.
The jealousy that I had suppressed earlier.
The way I draw strength and comfort from the fact that he is still here, still alive, still standing.
I'd rather we'd go back to bickering; it is safer than the way I'm feeling now.
I wonder if he knows that too.
I'm super excited for the next episode with Jewel Staite and Sean Maher! I love them!
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