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Fortunately enough Pete and Myka had separate seating on the plane due to a mix up of the seat numbers but Myka wasn't so sure her new seating companion was a good trade. The six-year old child accompanied by his neurotic mother seated himself next to Myka while she sat behind,reminding him of his inhaler and giving him all the comforts one child can have for a plain journey.

Being a normal inquisitive child the boy turned to inspect Myka but while she smiled at him he simply squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue in much for making the best of a long plain ride back home.

She couldn't blame him really since his mother spoiled him,he knew no had always told herself like a mantra that she would never spoil her kids they would have to earn their reward-

And there it was the stab to her ovaries the realisation that that will never happen for her not now that it was rotting like Pete's socks before laundry.

Not only that but she will miss out on the one opportunity for her sister to criticise and prove that she was a failure because she didn't have a maternal had never told her sister that for years,she was the one who would sleep with her Barbie doll in her bed because she was afraid she might catch cold and then return her in the morning before her sister noticed.

And Pete,he once told her she would make a great mother one day. While everyone else was fearful of the descension of the plane. Myka's heart plummeted at the thought of the oncoming conversation she would have with Pete.

Silent Pete was even more torturous than angry Pete and Myka had had enough by the time they arrived at the Warehouse.

'Pete please wait up…Pete look I know you're angry but I need you to just remember please that I haven't told everyone else'

Pete stomped through the Warehouse down to the lower floors and through the maze of corridors that is the neverending collection of spooks.

'Pete where are you going,what?…what are you doing?'

Pete finally stopped in front of an artifact dating back to the era of anatomical exploration during the Victorian scalpel was thought to have become an artifact when a doctor used it on himself to cut the diseased flesh from his thought that anyone that uses the scalpel on any diseased part of the body will cure it,however a small incision in the leg has to be made first.

'there has to be something Myka I cant just let you-

'What are you going to do Pete,trade one pain for another, cut a hole in my leg? Look we've been through this before you know how dangerous it is to use the artifacts for personal use we cant do it,its not right'

'can you please for one second be a normal person and not quote the Warehouse code to me please,Mykes you're-

'I know Pete Im…Im sorry I really am'

'what are you sorry for Myka…I should be the one to say that..I just can't get to grips with-

Pete gripped the scaffold with his hand until Myka could see the whites of his knuckles.

'Pete'her voice must broke him as he collapsed to the floor physically trembling with emotion.

If Myka had to describe his reaction it would be that he was almost grieving her she knew the truth..that he would fight it tooth and nail.

She slid to the floor beside him as tears fell from his eyes,

'Pete we'll figure this out,Im not proud of the way I told you but Its easier that someone knows..Im going to need time to tell the others'

'there has to be a way Mykes,after all we've seen and fought Im not gonna let some stupid virus take you away'

'I..ah Im surprised you havent asked for my CD collection yet?'

A tight smile pulled at the corners of Pete's lips but he did it more for Myka's benefit than his,he wanted to be the strong one and comfort her but instead she was trying to cheer him up.

They looked at each other for a long time,the silent conversation full of strength and hope before the familiar sound of Claudia rang out from above

'Hey Myka,Pete is that you guys? Come tell us how Yeehaw land was'