Sorry to keep you guys waiting for such a long time, I know I promised this earlier than now, but life happens, you know? Does anyone else miss Warehouse as much as I do? For all of you who reviewed, I love you guys, you have made my day and you deserve this chapter. This chapter is dedicated especially to Belladonna Novocaine and Heavensdarkrosechild.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I don't own Warehouse 13.
And now, without further ado, on with the show.
"Pete?" Myka said, knocking on his door.
"Yeah?" he replied after opening the door.
Myka walked into his room, looking around as if she were searching for something.
"Have you seen my book?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually. Wait right here and I'll get it."
As Pete walked out of the room Myka thought about last night, or really this morning. They had talked for several hours- a process that, while thoroughly exhausted them, had resulted in them both feeling much better than before. She vaguely remembered falling asleep on top of him, but that had to have been a dream because she woke up under her covers. Why she would ever fall asleep on top of him was beyond her, never mind the fact that she felt at ease around him, trusted him completely, and enjoyed being around him even when they bickered. Besides, even in her worried and sleep deprived state she had the self control not to do such a thing, right? While she was convincing herself, a couple pieces of paper on the nightstand next to Pete's bed caught her eye. Recognizing one as her note from yesterday she smiled, feeling an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach realizing that it had meant enough to Pete to have him keep it next to his bed. The other piece of paper was not hers, written in Pete's handwriting. Without meaning to, she read the paper.
Meanwhile, Pete had found his partner's book. An interesting feeling had run through him when he thought of his partner herself. He thought of the concern in her eyes and the thoughtfulness in her note. He thought of her voice, convincing him that there was good reason to live. And mostly, he thought of the warm comfort that had ran
through him when she had fell asleep on him last night, the way that the contact with her peaceful body had set every nerve of his body into hyper drive. He had gently covered her with a blanket when he left the room enjoying one of life's more peaceful moments. He still wasn't 100% but he was definitely better.
Myka stood in Pete's room waiting for him to return. Upon reading the piece of paper on Pete's nightstand she had discovered two very important things. Now she stood, debating with herself, trying to decide her next course of action. Her gut instinct was not something that she normally approved of, but in some cases you needed to make exceptions, and this was definitely one of those cases. So she decided, and stood confidently for a moment until Pete walked in through the door. His appearance both made her hesitate, and confirmed her need to follow that instinct.
Pete had just opened the door to his room carrying the book that belonged to Myka.
"Oh, good. Thank you." She said when he handed the book to her, looking as if she had something on her mind. There was also an edge to her voice that sounded a little like nervousness. But, this was Myka we were talking about, so that couldn't be possible. Still, the unknown edge to her voice made his mind buzz, jumping to unrealistic and, in some cases, worst case scenarios. Like the scenario where she had read the list that he had been keeping on his nightstand. They stood in silence for a moment, long enough for him to become worried when Myka finally spoke. He was too distracted to notice the fact that she had put her book down on his bed, or to wonder why she would do that.
"Pete?" She said quietly.
"Yes?" He replied, now transfixed by how close her face seemed.
Instead of answering him, she leaned in hesitantly until their lips meet. They stayed like this for several long moments until they finally broke apart. Pete looked at Myka, now (although completely happy) thoroughly confused.
"Not like I object, but what was that for?" He asked her. She grinned.
"I read your list. Come see me if you ever need to be reminded of your reasons," She teased him, walking out of his room.
"Hey, wait up!" He called, following her, "I think I need to be reminded again."
And still on the nightstand lay the piece of paper. It was Pete's lists of reasons to live. Along with the reasons that Myka had given him, it also said:
4. Cookies
5. Love- but in a different way than Myka described it. The feeling that I get when I think of her and I can't stop.
6. The chance that just maybe someday I could get a real kiss from Myka. That I could convince her that kissing me would not be all that bad of a thing.
Mwuahahahaha…that's all folks! What did you think? One of the thinks that I primarily worry about when I am writing Warehouse fanfictions is keeping them in character. Of course the whole fact that they get together is slightly out of character…but whatever, I needed fluff. I realize that I jumped around here, but for the most part I think it is pretty good.
And now, my time to plead with you. Please, please, please, pretty please with cookies on top, review. Review and you will be spared from the evil apples that are apparently going to rule the world one day (so says my neighbor).
As always~ OtterPotter
