A/n ok so this is my first ever warehouse 13ish fic. It's my first fic in a looooong time. Hope it's well received! Usual disclaimer: characters are not mine, the show ain't mine, but i totally love em!
"Pete? Peeeeete! Where are you taking me? And why do I have to wear this stupid blindfold?"
"Come on Mykes. Just go with it ok? I promise. You'll love it."
"I dunno Pete. We cut school and now you have me god alone knows where, blindfolded and confused."
"Lighten up Mykes. We're almost there."
Myka, realizing it was pointless trying to get any information out of Pete right now, resigned herself to sitting quietly in the passenger seat of the truck. In her state of temporary blindness she tried to focus on her sense of hearing, hoping some sound would clue her in on their location.
Ten minutes later the engine cut off and Myka heard Pete exit the truck and jog lightly to her side before opening the door and leading her out.
She still had no idea where they were but felt the light sponginess of possibly turf grass under her shoes. Pete left her side temporarily and she could hear him whispering with someone in the distance. She couldn't tell what they were saying or make out the other person's voice but she could tell the person was female.
A minute later she heard Pete jump into the truck, the engine rearing to life and the truck speeding off, leaving here standing there, with this stranger, god alone knows where. She reached for the blindfold, trying to hastily take it off but immediately felt a pair of soft hands still hers in place. This person, this female person was intent on keeping her blindfolded. But she would have none of it. How dare Pete drag her out here and abandon her with a complete stranger?
"Look, I don't know who you are and what business you have with me but I demand that you let me go this instant."
All she heard was a faint chuckle coming from the mystery woman; mystery hands still holding hers in place. She could feel the woman close to her; feel her eyes studying her. It was then she caught a whiff of the woman's scent; a delicious mix of vanilla and cocoa butter; a scent she hadn't experienced in almost five years. Could it be? No. It was impossible. She had seen her die that night. Heard about her body being shipped back to England for the funeral. Cried all those nights wishing it was she who had taken that bullet instead of her. Myka couldn't wait any longer. She pulled free of the woman's grasp and ripped the blindfold away; her eyes meeting dark ones that had haunted her every moment of the last five years.
All Myka could do was stare, forehead creased in disbelief and concern. When she finally found her voice, all she could manage was a meager,
"How?"
A/n please comment so I'll know if to keep going :)
Thanks for reading.
