"Okay – What we're getting now is, yes. It was, in fact, a fire that erupted inside the external tank of the ship. Exactly ninety-eight seconds after it entered the asteroid field. No one is sure what caused the fire which led to the massive explosion, killing all crew member and scientists aboard the space shuttle Deliverance. Taking with them, our last, and only, hope. Once again if you are just tuning in, the CSA space shuttle Deliverance has been destroyed. The final mission to save mankind has failed. The seventy-mile wide asteroid, known commonly as Matilda, is set to collide with earth in exactly three weeks time and we'll be bringing you up to the minute coverage of our countdown to the end of days, along with all your classic rock favorites. This is Q107.2."

***21 DAYS LEFT***

Myka's at the gym and watching the television. Her daily routine hasn't changed much after hearing the news, she just goes… slower. She's alone and has been for a while, but she doesn't mind. The man on the news talks about a worldwide 'State of Emergency' and she wonders exactly what that entails. He says the power will be shut off soon, and she's not all that surprised.

Behind her, a man is curling his arm and groaning and it really just hits her. What's the point of being in shape only to die so soon? When she looks back at him, he winks at her through the mirror, and she turns away again.

She doesn't necessarily know why she still goes to work, but she does. The roads are flooded with cars and people trying to complete their bucket list. It's all one big headache, but she endures. It's not like she has anything better to do. She eventually just ignores the traffic laws, as are most other people, and is slightly surprised when people act like they aren't in an apocalypse. Like she won't lose her job if she doesn't' show up today. The bookstore has been looted, but she still goes because books are her sanctuary and she likes the smell. Of course, all the cash registers have been raided and there are millions of papers everywhere, but the books have been left unscathed. There are still twenties of copies of books that no one will ever get to read and for some reason, she feels satisfaction at the thought, like she has something all to herself. Her boss tells her and three other employees that they can wear whatever they want. And when her co-worker Steve starts babbling about no meaning of life she feels like she's going to be sick. She throws up in the bathroom.

At her apartment, she goes to the mailbox and finds it empty, as usual. It's been empty for three months, and probably not because of the asteroid hurtling towards earth.

"You could have told me that yesterday!" She pauses as a woman rushes past her, a blur of black hair and a suitcase. The other woman is in a hurry to leave her apartment, Myka sees a man standing in the doorway, and he gives Myka a glare, then slams the door.

Myka goes up to her own apartment.

She walks in to the sound of a vacuum and for a moment she panics, but then rounds the corner and sees her. "Hi, Elsa."

"Hi, Miss Bering." Myka's maid is fixing up the Hoover and she smiles at Myka. "Okay I finish." She's old and she has trouble getting back to her feet. "I'm getting older Miss Bering," she says with a chuckle.

"Oh, I didn't, uh, mean to rush you off or anything. You know, Elsa?" The shorter woman keeps smiling at her. "Do you have someplace… to be? I mean, if you want, you could – uh – you could watch TV here, or something. Whatever you like." Myka kind of waves her hands, feeling awkward in her own home.

"Ahh, my kids are waiting."

"Oh right! Of course," Myka responds. "Listen, Elsa. You don't have to come next week. Or ever, if you don't want to. It's okay."

"You firing me –"

"Oh, no, no, no. I just-"

"Is this because I don't watch TV with you?"

"No," Myka says with a small laugh. "No. I, uh, I just thought that… you know, considering…"

Her maid (former maid?) stares at her blankly.

"Nothing – It's fine. Just, come whenever."

Elsa smiles at her brightly, grabbing a bottle behind her and shaking it. "You're out of Windows."

Myka nods. "More Windows. Got it."

Elsa leaves after that, and later that night, Myka finds herself watching the news. It's definitely not that exciting anymore. No late night car chases after robberies. Just a sad sounding news anchor on a national station because all of the local ones have shut down. Apparently, it's the last broadcast of the station, and he's announcing that the last flight went up that day earlier.

All of the shops on her way to work the next day are boarded up. Most of them were shops that she used to frequent, and she drives past them slowly, remembering when there were customers pouring out of the doors and even more waiting to go in. She sits in the parking lot of the book store, alone.

She's deep in thought when Steve lands on her windshield.

***14 DAYS LEFT***

Her finger hovers over the doorbell, but eventually she presses it and the chime sounds way too loud. She feels awkward on the steps, in plain daylight. She feels like she should be doing something to prepare, but she's standing on her friend's doorstep instead. She's about to leave when the door opens to reveal Amanda Lattimer, her friend's wife.

"Myka! You're early," the blonde says, stepping through the doorway to give her a hug. "It's definitely been a while hasn't it?"

"It really has," Myka responds, with forced cheerfulness. Everything feels forced these days. The last time she saw Amanda was when Pete was kicked out of the house and Myka was forced to be the negotiator. Not awkward at all.

As Amanda leads her into the house, an arm wrapped around Myka's shoulders, she gets an idea. "Oh! I almost forgot! Kurt Smollers is coming tonight, I could –"

"No, don't, Amanda. I swear –"

"Don't what?" Pete asks, walking into the kitchen with a hand and mouthful of cookies.

Amanda frowns, and something tells Myka that Pete's love of sweets has been a previous issue. "Please, Pete. Can we please have a few moments where you aren't eating everything in sight?"

The man shrugs, and waits to finish chewing until he can speak. "These are my last days, Amanda." His voice trails up an octave for dramatic effect. "Let a man eat what he wants."

"Please," Amanda says again, rolling her eyes. "A little help with him, Myka."

"Oh no," Pete argues, waving his hands dramatically. "No. Myka is my friend. My friend. You don't get to turn her against me when we're only going to be living for two more weeks." Behind his back, Amanda gives Myka a look that says 'don't mind him'.

"I was thinking that we could set Myka up with Kurt," Amanda sighs after a while.

"Uh, Mykes isn't interested in romantic entanglements."

"Why not?"

"She doesn't want to get set up with one of your gross friends!"

"Well," Amanda whines, her voice rising, "she needs to meet somebody!"

"No, she doesn't! Leave her alone."

"She is alone," Amanda points out. "Look at her."

Myka holds her hands up in innocence. "I'm fine. Really."

Amanda looks at her sadly, her voice turning placating. "No honey, you're not fine. You're gonna die alone. Doesn't that bother you?"

Pete groans, rolling his eyes. "She's not going to die alone. She's going to die with everybody else." He sighs after that, and the three of them go silent at the direction the conversation turned.

"You know what?" Pete asks. "This isn't the ark, Amanda. This is the Titanic, and there isn't a lifeboat in sight." He walks over to Myka, handing her a cookie, and whispers, "Welcome aboard."

A/N: Ahhh, okay. So this is probably one of my favorite movies, (if you haven't seen it just go - right now) and ever since I saw it I wanted to write a Bering and Wells AU for it. It fits really perfectly, to be honest, and I hope you guys enjoy it! I've been sitting on a draft of the first chapter for a while and I was hoping that publishing the first chapter would help motivate me to write it. Next up, Pete and Amanda's party!