So Hard to Stay, Too Hard to Leave It
by: jewel of athos
Author's Note: This was the second oneshot I wrote right after the finale. It's not any better than "Wish You Well", but it took two fics and about 45 minutes of the same Thousand Foot Krutch song on repeat to get the intense angst mostly out of my system. There may or may not be more such fics coming; that ending really effected me.
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Myka stood alone by her car, gasping back tears as she said her final goodbye to the Warehouse that had changed her so much. The very thought of never coming back, of never seeing Pete or Artie or Claudia again terrified her, but she'd sworn to herself when she had that gun against her head that if she survived, she was never going to come back.
Goodbye, Artie, she thought. You're crazy and abrasive, but you're the best boss I've ever had. And Claudia, you're going to make a great agent… One by one, she said her goodbyes, to Leena, and to Mrs. Frederic again, and to Benedict, who had given his life for them; even to Helena, who had lied to them, but in her own twisted way had been trying to help. And to Pete.
Pete… By that point she was wiping away tears. Pete, you've been the best partner that I could ever have asked for. I know how I act, and what I've said to you…but you should know that I really do care. I lied in that letter, Pete. You're more than a brother. I love you, and it killed me to see you with Kelly; but I wish it had worked out for you, because I want you to be happy; and it can't be with me…because I have to go, and I'm sorry. I know you won't understand, but it has to be this way, even though I love you. Because I love you all, I have to go. I'm sorry, Pete. I hope that you find someone who cares for you as much as I do, and that you can be happy with her. Are you happy, Pete? Have you really been happy here?
I wish I had the courage to say all of this to you in person, but I can't. I can't face you again. Goodbye, Pete. I love you.
Blinking back another wave of tears, she took one last dusty breath of the South Dakota desert, saying goodbye to the place that she had called home, and got into her car and drove away.
When the Warehouse had shrunk to the size of a dollhouse in her rearview mirror, she saw the tiny figure of a man come out of it, and start running after her car. But then he stopped, and simply watched her go.
She re-angled the mirror to block him out, and kept driving.
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fin.
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A/N: Not particularly hopeful, is it? But I hope that she does come back come season 3.