A/N: Now, I only watched the finale once, and was kind of drunk. I don't really remember what Pete had said about losing the Warehouse (and if it was even in that scene. It may have been at the end when he was at the round table.) I don't plan on ever rewatching that episode (or season), but I think I got the gist of what he was saying about the Warehouse changing him. If not...oops.
Un-beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes.
"Pete!" Myka called out just before entering the Warehouse library. She had been wandering around the Warehouse looking for her partner since he stormed out of the room. He missed her storing her defining moment on the round table, scared of the Warehouse's seemingly imminent move. He wasn't alone in that fear. Myka, as well as the rest of the team surely, was concerned. None of them wanted that to happen, but he was just being ridiculous. She found him sitting at the table in the middle of the room, the Warehouse manual opened in front of him. "There you are." She sighed, shaking her head as she fully entered the room.
"You actually read this whole thing?" he said lifting the six inch thick volume off the table. He eyed her warily as she closed in on him. She stopped in front of him, seeing the fear in his eyes made her feel sick.
"Yes, of course I did," Myka answered him. Attempting a smile, she stood there waiting for him to speak. "Pete, what are you doing?"
"What do you thing I'm doing?" he sighed dropping the tome back on the table. It landed with a loud thump, making Myka wince. "We can't lose the Warehouse, Myka." He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, squeezing his eyes closed. "I can't."
"I don't want that to happen either, Pete."
Pete stood up, walking around the table he leaned on it right in front of Myka as he tried to plead his case. "I don't think that you understand, Myka…this place. I don't know where I would be without it. I don't know who I would be without it."
"The Warehouse is your home," Myka smiled at him, taking his hand in hers. She ran her thumbs soothingly over his knuckles, as he nodded. Seeing the tears gathering in her partners eyes, she couldn't stop them from forming in her own.
"The Warehouse has made me a better person. You all have made me who I am. I was nothing before I came here. I am a Warehouse agent." He shook his head, his voice wavering. Myka brought a hand up to his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "It's the only thing I've ever been any good at."
"I don't believe that," Myka replied. Pete let out a humorless chuckle at that.
"You didn't know me before."
"That's true," Myka conceded. "But the fact that you are here speaks volumes."
Pete looked back up at her, unbelieving.
"I highly doubt that Mrs. Frederic would have recruited you if you weren't already a good man. A smart, strong, intelligent man. You had all of that in you already, the Warehouse just brought it out. I am positive that if we do lose the Warehouse, whatever you chose to do next, you will be amazing at it."
"I don't understand how you can be okay with this," Pete whispered. "We are about to lose all of this." He pulled away from Myka's hold, raising his arms gesturing around them. "Our home, our family…" He moved to the doorway looking out over the Warehouse floor. "At least it's my home."
"You don't honestly thing that I'm not terrified right now?" Myka snapped. She stayed glued to the spot she had been standing in, the center of the Warehouse library. Her favorite spot in the building. In the world, really. "Are you really so self-involved to believe that you are the only one who has been irrevocably change by this place? That you are the only one who found a home here? God, Pete!"
She spun on her heels, striding over to him, blocking his view out the doorway. Standing before him, staring him down, he finally saw it. The fear. The anger. Yes, she was going through the motions. The "exit interviews" as it were. She was playing the dutiful agent, doing as her superiors instructed. He saw it in her eyes, though. She didn't want to lose the Warehouse just as much as he didn't.
They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, both with tears glistening in their eyes.
"Do you remember how I was when we first met?"
Pete nodded sullenly.
"Am I still that same person?"
"No," Pete answered, the corner of his lips upturning slightly. "Definitely not. I know losing Sam…"
"Part of that was because of Sam," Myka nodded in agreement. "But not completely. Growing up the way that I did… I've never had people that I was close with. That change a little with Sam. He was the first person I let myself get close to…But that person you met back in D.C.…I am so glad that I am not that person anymore." Her gaze shifted up toward the rafters in a futile attempt to stem her tears. "The Warehouse is the only place that has ever felt like home to me. It is my happiest place. Even with all of the pain and heartache I've felt since coming here. This group…all of you are my family. More so than my blood relatives. God…I have an actual relationship with my family back in Colorado because of the Warehouse. It has given me as much as it has taken away."
"How do we walk away from that?" Pete asked not even trying to stop his tears.
She smiled despite her tears as she brought her hand up to cup his cheek, using her thumb to wipe the tears from his cheek. "We may lose the Warehouse, but you will never lose me."
"Myka…"
"You are my best friend, Pete. The very first constant in my life, besides myself and my books. The one person in the world whom I can count on, no matter what."
"You're my best friend, too."
"I love you, Pete Lattimer, and you will never lose me."
Pete pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her neck. "I love you, too."
Myka laughed lightly as Pete let her go. She rested a hand on each of his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "Where ever we end up, even if it's on opposite ends of the world, I will always be there for you."
"Me, too."
"When you get married, I will be at the wedding…"
"As my best man," Pete smiled.
"Yes," Myka smiled back brightly, albeit with tears still in her eyes. "And I expect to be Aunt Myka to your children."
"Well, that's a given."
"So…" she said before taking a deep breath. She exhaled, gathering herself. She knew she'd have to be strong for him for what he had to do next. "Do you think that you're ready?"
"For the table?"
Myka nodded.
"I'm still not ready to lose the Warehouse…"
"Neither am I."
"But I think that I can do that," Pete affirmed. "I wouldn't want to not leave my mark on this place, just in case…"
"Exactly," Myka smiled. "Just in case."
"Did I miss yours?" he asked as they began their walk back to the room that held the Round Table.
"You did."
"What was it?"
"Remember that case in Seattle? My first case after I came back?"
"The tie clip that turned me back into a kid?"
"Yes…"
They continued their walk back, Myka keeping Pete talking, trying to keep his mind busy and his spirits up. Pete left his moment on the table while the rest of the team watched. They spent the rest of the day all within shouting distance of each other, and all vowed that, no matter what, they would remain a part of each other's lives.
A/N: I'm marking this as complete, but may turn it into a post-series AU in which the Warehouse does move, and they have to move on without it. I've already written a few chapters, but I'm not sure how I feel about them.