Hello! I just wrote a little oneshot, based on the last episode, part 1 of the two-part season finale of Warehouse 13, 'Buried.' I just got all sad when he said that Kelly was "the one," so to make myself better, I thought, why not make into something that's actually PYKA? And thus, this fic was BORN! Enjoy and R&R! xoxo
"Kelly, you're the one." The words echoed in his head. It was the right moment to say it, and he had said it. He couldn't believe that he had finally found her, the girl he was in love with. He wouldn't rather be with anyone else in this moment…until he heard a voice. "Pete! Pete! Wake up! Pete, it's not real!" Suddenly Kelly's face disappeared, and there was Myka, standing there, with a concerned look on her face. Myka Bering, the girl who had always been there for him, his best friend, his partner in crime. What had just happened? One moment, he was with Kelly, feeling no doubt in the world that he was in love with Kelly, and now, when he looked at Myka…no, he loved Kelly. "She's the one." he blurted out. See, he could even admit it to Myka. "Huh?" "Kelly, she's the one." "Oh, great! We have to go now, though." she turned away and started walking. What was that about? Why did he just randomly blurt that out? To prove something to himself? Prove that he wasn't…in love with Myka? Was he? It didn't matter, anyway. He watched her walking over to HG, her ponytail bobbing, as if nothing had happened at all. Even if he was in love with her, she wouldn't love him back. He wasn't good enough for her. He wasn't good enough for beautiful, intelligent, funny, Myka. He just had to accept it. He should just be happy with Kelly…but he couldn't be. She turned back to him and asked where they had to go next. Looking at her, all of a sudden, broke his heart, but he put on a straight face, and pretended that Kelly was the one, and the girl standing in front of him wasn't.
"She's the one?" What? "Huh?" "Kelly." So…she was the one. Well, she shouldn't be upset, she was pushing him to admit, anyway. But now that he had actually said it, right there, in front of her…she had to face it. Kelly was the one, not her. He was in love with Kelly, not her. Kelly would get to fall asleep and wake up every day next to him, and not her. She couldn't help feeling that feeling in her chest, that feeling that she hadn't felt since Sam died…the feeling of heartbreak. But she couldn't show it to Pete. That would be so pathetic. She was Myka, she was tough, she was strong. And most of all, she wouldn't show how much she was in love with Pete. It's not like anything would happen, anyway. She wasn't all perfect and sexy and a veterinarian like Kelly, she was Myka, the nerd, the pretty girl's little sister. And soon enough, she was probably going to be the pretty girl's bridesmaid. She just had to accept it, though. She put on a happy face and said, "Oh, great!" Little did Pete know, though, that her heart was broken. And little did Myka know that his was, too.