A/N: Short introspective Myka piece. This is my first WH13 fic so be nice. The title is borrowed from the quote below.
Spoilers: 5x17 - 5x20
Disclaimer: If I owned Warehouse 13 it would go on forever. Don't own the poem either.
Great use they have, when in the hands
Of one like me, who understands,
Who understands the time and place,
The person, manner, and the grace,
Which fools neglect; so that we find,
If all the requisites are join'd,
From whence a perfect joke must spring,
A joke's a very serious thing.
Charles Churchill, "The Ghost", 1762, Book IV, lines 1379-1387
Myka wasn't used to this Pete. Him acting different around her scared her more than the prospect of not surviving. Not surviving meant leaving. And she didn't want to do that to Pete. Fact was she had no choice in the matter. If she died she wouldn't see what she left behind, but surviving meant having to deal with people treating and looking at her differently. As a strong independent woman - a secret service agent even - she was not accustomed with the word weak, but was able to deal with everything herself. Now she was going to need help, she was going to be dependent on other people.
Pete, usually the always hungry and goofy guy whom you could count on to make an inappropriate joke out of any situation, was acting like an adult for once. That terrified her more than a million tests could ever do. It made the whole situation a lot more serious. It was like the wonder had been sucked right out of his mind and his eyes, the youthful sparkle there replaced by worry and concern. She wanted it back. She wanted him back. More than anything. That carefree 12 year old boy trapped in a man's body. He was what made her life bearable. She didn't want to have this kind of effect on people, changing them - their essence, what made them uniquely them - like she was the artifact.
She had seen her fair share of miraculous during her time at the warehouse, but where was her miracle? Was she going to succumb to something as human as cancer? She'd always thought she'd go out with a bang, some kind of un- snagged, bagged and tagged artifact acting up, causing a hopefully not too painful death. Did she really have to endure months, maybe even years of pain and agony before she could let go of this life?
As she was being wheeled into the operating room, getting groggier by the second from the anesthetics, all she could think about was that she could have really used one of Pete's silly jokes right about now.
A/N: I've always loved this show, and I can't believe there's only 6 epis left next year :(