On Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did Helena and Myka would been gettin' it on a year or two ago.
Just a short little angsty drabble following the Season 4 finale. CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FINALE!
She looks at the ashes surrounding her. The fire has gone but the smoke still lingers, invading her lungs and making every breath hurt. But it's nothing compared to the pain in her soul right now. Anger glows, red hot inside her but it is engulfed by a wave of sadness that she can't hope to withstand. She can't make herself leave this spot. If she leaves the connection will be broken.
The others don't understand. They can't understand. They didn't know her, trust her, maybe even love her like Myka did. Claudia is the only one who can even grasp what she feels right now, but Claudia is too burdened by her own grief to be of any real assistance now. Pete swore he'd drag her back to Leena's. Artie threatened punishment of some sort, though it could no longer be hours of mindless inventory.
They don't understand that she can't go back. She can't look at the room next to hers and know that its former occupant won't be gracing it again. She can't stop thinking about her smile, her laugh, her silken hair, wishing she had said something. Anything. In those final moments all she had were tears and silence. A lifetime full of pouring through novels and she could think of nothing meaningful to say.
She crouched down, no longer able to support herself upright. The rubble beneath her shifted, dust churning in the air and she snapped. Sobs wracked her body. She couldn't control them. She didn't even want to try. Tears fell from her already red eyes into the wreckage beneath. They mixed with dust and dirt and bits of artifacts. She could do nothing else so she cried until there was nothing left. No tears. No sobs. No Myka.
She was empty. Sure she'd never be full again. Love was fleeting and painful for Myka Bering. It always came with passion and fury and left her broken. Helena had smelled apples. Had seen hope. Myka could smell only the smoke slowly rising from the rubble.
The Warehouse was gone. Steve and Mrs. Frederick were gone. Helena was gone. Myka was broken, sure she'd never be put back together again.
"Myka! Myka! He's got it! Artie fixed the watch so we can save them!" Claudia shouted, rushing through piles of wood and metal and artifacts.
Myka looked up at the red haired girl. She took a deep breath, pulling the painful smoke into her lungs. Her body was in pain. Her soul was in pain. But there is nothing stronger than the human soul on fire.