Chapter 1: Myka
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the creators, actors, or anyone involved with the making of this wonderful SyFy show, Warehouse 13. I am not using this literary work for monetary gain. I am only borrowing these characters and previously created plots to have a basis for my imagination. In other words, I love this show. I never want it to end.
Author's note: I created this story with the notion that these characters will be pretty shaken up. I wrote them purposely to sound unlike their normal selves, because in a tragedy like this, people change. If this story sounds a bit to out of character or boring, let me know in your reviews. This is my first Warehouse 13 fanfiction, and I hope you like it. Spoilers up to 4.09, "The Ones You Love." Also, I don't have a beta reader. All mistakes are mine.
Myka
Dear Leena,
Years ago, my school counselor told us that a good way to cope with tragic loss was to write our thoughts out to the one who has passed away. I have suggested this to Pete and Claudia, who are currently sitting next to me on an airplane to Paris. When we returned to the Warehouse, Mrs. Frederic told us to track down Artie, who has had a huge psychotic break. He as basically taken us on a chase half way around the globe. Once this all plays out, we are going to research ways to bring you back. I really miss you. I don't this I have ever told you how much you meant to me. When I found you lifeless on that cold concrete floor, I screamed. I was frozen there, thinking of how I never got to say goodbye, or how I took your job for granted. I was stuck that way until Pete snapped me out of it. By that point, Claudia was there, and the three of us simultaneously hugged each other and let the tears fall freely. You know Pete never cries, but when he does, it means he has lost something that had a permanent place in his big heart. The vibe he received on the way back to the Warehouse was as big as it was when his father died when Pete was twelve year old. Claudia has lost so many people in her life and when she found your cold body, she basically had a mental breakdown. I haven't seen her so vulnerable since the day we found Steve's body in that hangar. You have played a vital role into shaping her into a wonderful, empowered young woman. I know we are all grown adults, but loosing someone we care about and love is never easy. For me, I not only lost a friend, but I have lost a sister. You were like the greatest sister I never had, even if I've never talked about it. You had such a way with people, and you were very much a part of my life. Even though you weren't actually in the field, you were our solid rock. We could be normal around you, and we could ask you for advice and you wold never turn us away. My pen is slowly running out of ink, so I will write you later. This writing therapy really does help. I know I do not sound like my uptight bookish self, but my emotions are far too gone with you dead and Artie psycho. Hopefully I will see you soon, and hopefully we an fix this astrolabe conundrum. Whatever happens, know that you were, are , and will forever be a vital piece of the puzzle of my life, and that I will always love you like a sister.
'Till we meet again,
Myka Ophelia Bering
A/N So guys… should I keep going? I already have Pete's letter drafted, I just have to type it. Let me know!