Ok just a short little note up here. This is my take on a post-Implosion fic from Myka's point of view. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Really? You're making me write one of these? The pain is just too much. Give me a second. Fine, I don't own it. Now leave me alone so I can hide in my corner. (Mumbles about lack of respect)
It's ridiculous to feel tired in the middle of the day. I looked around the patio at Leena's Bed and Breakfast, trying to decide if anyone would miss me too much if I went up to my room and went to sleep. I was the only one out on the patio, but I decided sleeping was out of the question. I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, and I had too much going on in my mind anyways to even attempt to sleep. That was slightly ironic as the thoughts that are going to keep me awake are the ones that are making me so tired.
Artie was just so frustrating. I understand that he has lost people, but that's just not an excuse to keep secrets, important secrets, from us. If he continues to keep secrets like he does, he is going to lose us.
After a little while I noticed that Pete had come in the room and was looking at me with a concerned look on his face. Wondering how long he had been in the room before I noticed him, I turned to face him, waiting for him to say something. It took a long silence for me to notice that he was waiting for me to say something first.
"Where do you keep on getting cookies from?" I asked him, noting the cookies in his hand.
"There's a bakery in the 'unnamed unincorporated settlement'. I took a ride earlier." Pete said.
"A bakery? How does it make money when almost nobody lives there?"
"When there is only one small convenience store some people actually want fresh bread."
"Oh."
There was another silence, which was uncharacteristic of any conversation that involves Pete Lattimer.
"Are you feeling ok?" I asked him.
"Yeah I'm fine. Why?"
"You seem…quiet."
"Are you ok?"
"I'm, I'm just tired I guess. I don't know how I'm going to handle going to the warehouse and having to work with Artie tomorrow. I mean, I've lost people, you've lost people. We don't keep important secrets. We don't keep secrets that could stop a life or death situation. Walking in and finding an artifact that we all don't know is one thing. Walking blindly into a situation when he knows what we are up against is another."
"I know how you feel."
"Do you? Because right now I feel like a red shirt. Right now I feel like I'm so expendable that I don't need to know important information."
"Myka, you're not expendable. You are a brilliant, unique person that has too high of a value to be a red shirt. Artie's human, alright? He's not perfect, and neither are we. He'll work it out."
"I sure hope he does before he wakes up and finds one of us dead because of a secret he kept."
So, um as I finish it I feel like it's not my best. I like it, but it feels a little OOC. But, oh well, I needed a little more Pete/Myka, because Implosion was lacking in it, as well as a sufficient lack of cookies. Hope you enjoyed, and please review!
Always- OtterPotter