Lethal

By theanonymouslibrarians

Disclaimer: I do not own the Librarians.

It's midnight on a Saturday and his Librarians are draped in various poses around the closest thing the annex has to a kitchen table. A bizarre case involving a psammead, a phoenix, and an amulet led to the four stumbling in an hour ago, simultaneously starving and exhausted. Thankfully the back door meant the late hour was no barrier to getting a decent meal. Two boxes of partially-consumed pizza sit on the table. As Jenkins helps himself to another slice, he glances at them. Cassandra with her head on the table. Colonel Baird leaning back with her eyes only partially opened. Ezekiel and Jacob half-heartedly arguing over whether New York or Italian pizza is better (the pizza being eaten is from neither place), their quips made between yawns.

The wave of fondness that washes over the Caretaker is tinged with sadness. Throughout the years, Jenkins has had friends, lovers, and family. He's had to say goodbye to all eventually. Being immortal, one learns how to love and let go. As horrifying as it may sound to someone who lives only one life, one needs to build up a type of barrier. Not to avoid pain; if there's no pain there was never any love. But to stop the pain from overwhelming one. Jenkins has lost count of all the people he's lost. Some of them, while not forgotten, haven't been thought about in centuries. But looking around at his Librarians, Jenkins knows that when he loses these ones it will kill him.