Myka couldn't believe how close she'd come to losing Pete. His delusions had taken him too close to the edge for her comfort. And she was even less happy with how long it had taken her, a trained federal agent with the gift of observation, to notice that something was off with her partner. Now, with Pete back home at the B&B getting some rest and relaxation, Myka was free to sit at the Warehouse and think over all the pieces of their last few days. To contemplate all the signs she must have missed that Pete was under the influence of an artifact.
Several hours into the night, only a few hours before sunrise, Myka was startled from her thoughts by the opening and closing of the door from the umbilicus into the Warehouse office. She craned her neck from her position in an armchair to see a tired-looking Pete making his way toward her. Despite the orders from Artie, Mrs. Frederic and herself to get some sleep, it looked as if that was the last thing Pete had managed to do. In fact, now that her ability to observe her partner was on high alert, he appeared to have been outside—jogging maybe? And his countenance was not the calm she had come to expect from the man who stood before her now.
The two agents stared at each other from their respective positions: Myka curled into the one armchair in the office and Pete leaning against the railing to the spiral staircase. Silence reigned for long moments until finally Pete sighed and opened his mouth to speak, "Myka, stop torturing yourself. Replaying the last couple days isn't gonna do either of us any good. You saw what you saw, when you saw it. And in the end, you stopped me from doing something stupid. End of story. It's usually how our acts play out nowadays anyway."
"You know that's not the whole story, Pete. Besides, you see things too. It's not like you're some unobservant monkey. But I know you, Pete. I should have realized something was off sooner—and then I assumed that you were drinking again? I didn't look deep enough, and I didn't ask you the right questions." Myka took a deep breath to regain her control and looked up to see Pete shaking his head, "What?"
The corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, "You're right, Myka. You do know me. And I trust you to have my back, just like I hope you trust me to have yours. All that matters-all that matters is that you figured it out before I hurt myself or someone else." He took a few steps closer and pulled Myka out of her chair and into a bear hug. "I trust you to know when something's out-of-whack. You saved me from my own Lewis Carroll's mirror moment, ok?"
The tone of his voice brooked no argument from Myka and he felt her finally take a deep breath and relax into his embrace. This was by no means the end of conversation about what had happened, but for now at least the two could be at peace about the conclusion of events. And after all, the production was nowhere near finished… they'd just completed Act I.
AN: I'm not nearly as happy with this piece as I was with Combat, but I felt like they kind of brushed over any interaction btw Pete and Myka post-"Around the Bend" and this is my way of rectifying that. And of course, I do not own WH13, or Pete and Myka.