A/N: So, I decided to continue with this story. It will be a series of one-shots in this universe. I have the next few written. I just need to edit them. They follow Myka's life post Warehouse.
Myka closed the trunk of her car after Pete put her last box inside. She turned around, both of them leaning back on the trunk turning their gazes back toward the bed and breakfast. She leaned into Pete's side, resting her head on his shoulder.
"What time is your flight in the morning?" Myka asked. She knew the answer, but needed to fill the silence with something.
"Ten," Pete answered.
"So we should leave by seven-thirty so you can make it through security in time?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he said finally looking over at her. "I can call for a cab if you'd prefer."
"Of course I don't mind," Myka smiled. "Is your mom excited to have you home? For a little while at least?"
"She is," he smiled back. "She said my room is all ready, fridge is stocked. She might not let me leave. What about your folks?"
"I don't know if excited is the right word. I know that they are confused. I think that they might be a little worried because of last time…"
"Yeah, I get that. My mom at least knows what's going on here."
"Yeah."
"So, apart from going home to Colorado, any idea what you're next move is?"
"I have a few ideas, but nothing concrete. I am seriously considering staying in Colorado, though. To be close to my family."
"Same here." Pete stood up, his gaze moving over the landscape, before turning around to face Myka. "This just feels so weird, Mykes. After tomorrow, this isn't going to be home anymore."
"I know," Myka agreed. "I never in a million years would have thought that I would consider South Dakota home."
"So…are you ready for one last family dinner?" Pete asked pulling Myka up.
That night, the whole team shared one final dinner together. Pete, Myka, Artie, Claudia, Steve, Abigail, even Mrs. Frederic, all gathered in the dining room of the bed and breakfast. Everyone sharing stories, memories, and plans for the future. Claudia would be leaving shortly after dinner, Warehouse 14 needing its caretaker. Steve was catching a flight that night for New Jersey, returning to the ATF. Artie was heading to Atlanta to finally set things right with Dr. Vanessa, and hopefully build a life with her like he's always wanted. Abigail was planning on travelling, where she wasn't sure yet. Mrs. Frederic, as cryptic as ever, didn't say where she was headed. In a surprising move, she did leave them with a contact number where they could reach her.
Saying goodbye to Claudia and Steve that night was hard. Tears and hugs, promises to keep in touch were shared all around.
Myka didn't sleep at all that night. She doubted Pete did either. They were both up by six the next morning. Pete, unexpectedly, was up before Myka, already showered and making them both breakfast when Myka made it downstairs.
"So, you finally learn to make a decent breakfast when we will no longer be living together," Myka smirked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I know, right," he laughed in response. "God, I miss Leena's cooking."
"I miss Leena," Myka replied sadly.
"Me too," Pete said placing a plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the center island in front of Myka. "I mean, Abigail is great, but this place just isn't the same without Leena."
They ate in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Once finished, they washed their dishes together before packing them in boxes. Mrs. Frederic said that everything in the B&B would be taken care of, and to feel free to take anything that they wanted. Myka had laid claim to the armchair in the den, Pete the sofa in the living room. Mrs. Frederic promised to have them shipped to their new residences.
"You ready?" Myka asked as Pete made his way down the stairs, his carry-on in hand. The rest of his things were being shipped back to Ohio for him, since he was flying. Myka chose to drive, most of her belongings fit in her car so very little would need to be shipped. She wanted the time alone to think, a long drive sounded perfect.
"No," Pete sighed stopping at the landing.
"Me neither," Myka smiled sadly. "Come on. If we don't leave soon you'll miss your flight."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"There is nothing for us here anymore, Pete."
"Doesn't make it any easier."
"I know."
Myka walked Pete as far as she could in the airport without a ticket. It was the hardest goodbye that Myka ever had to have. Even knowing that they would not lose touch, not seeing Pete everyday was a difficult thing to come to terms with. If you told her five years ago that she would come to love Pete Lattimer, that she would think of this manchild as family, the brother she never had and loved so dearly, she would have called you crazy. Now she was having trouble imagining her life without him in it.
Hugging him tightly, she whispered in his ear. "You better call me when you get to your mom's."
"I will," he answered, his voice quivering. "And you call me when you make it to Colorado Springs."
"I will."
They stood there in the middle of the airport holding each other, not ready to let go. When they heard the last call for his flight, they finally let go, each wiping their tears away.
"You have my number. Whenever you need, or want to call me, do it," Myka said after clearing her throat. "I meant what I said. You will not lose me. You will always be my best friend."
"God, I'm going to miss you," he said.
"Me, too."
Pete pulled her into another hug.
"Have a good flight," Myka said pulling away from him with a playful punch to his shoulder.
Pete shot her a smile, waving goodbye as he made his way to his gate. Myka watched him disappear out of sight before turning toward the exit. She climbed into her car, taking a minute to breathe before starting the engine. It was going to be a long drive to Colorado Springs.