Spoilers for the season premiere. You've been warned.
I didn't think I was going to do this, but then the season premiere was so dramatic, and there was a lack of Pete/Myka, and then they threw this scene in my face and it was just begging to be written. Short because…it just is. Also, I own nothing.
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The world was burning.
Even now he could feel it, pressing in on every side of him. Dread, despair, and hopelessness. He knew that outside of this place people were rioting. People were rioting everywhere. The human population was conforming into one big mess of distressed, confused rage.
The Warehouse had burned.
As it went down in flames, so had hope. So had too many lives. So had the world.
And now, he lay, broken and bleeding. He had died once before, and this felt like everything-and nothing-that he had felt before on that night. Never would he be able to describe how much being stabbed hurt. It was sharp and dull and numb and incomprehensibly painful.
Pete tried to staunch the flow of the blood now leaving his side. He tried to stop the precious liquid in its tracks. But it was too much, too fast, and his body was fading quickly.
He thought that he would have more to say as he looked up at Artie. But words were leaving him just as his blood was, and all he could manage was, "Will I remember?" Please, don't let me remember, he thought desperately. Not this time.
Black curled around the edges of his vision, and his eyelids became unbearably heavy as he struggled to keep them open. Despite his efforts, he so wanted to stop fighting. To give in, and find respite from the absolute pain. The only reason he had to stay awake was gone, taken to God knows where in a police car. If only he had gone after her, then he wouldn't be here bleeding to death on the stone hard ground. But then they wouldn't have found the missing piece to the astrolabe. All of this didn't matter, anyway. The destruction of the Warehouse, his death, would all be wiped away once Artie used the artifact.
Nonetheless, he was dying, and he found himself wishing that he had found the time sooner to tell Myka...how he felt. Today was just more evidence of how dangerous his job was. What if he never had the chance to...His thoughts failed him as he finally, blissfully, slipped into darkness.
So it was that he died a second time, with blood in his mouth and love on his mind.
And the world continued to burn.