Chapter 3:
Myka layed on her bed scrunched up in a ball; like a piece of paper. She stared at a picture of her lost companion; Helena G Wells. It was from the 1800's when she worked at Warehouse 12. Myka took comfort in the thought that at one time H.G was normal; at least as normal as anyone who works at a Warehouse can get. This photo was taken before Cristina's death, before she was betrayed by her best friend, before she lost herself in rage and anger. But would that person she stared at, sacrifice herself to save the world, twice. Her H.G was willing to let her consciousness be lost forever with the Jammus coin, and let herself be blown apart to save those closest to her.
Pete sat on his bed as still as a rock, unsure of what to do, he knew everyone else will be buzzing about the Warehouse but her felt nothing. After all the sadness and hurt he had just closed himself off from everyone and everything. Inside his head he was debating whether or not to make himself feel better; he knew one way that worked all the time. He edged his eyes down to his dark blue jeans and saw them bulk up from what was inside; little Pete. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door; Myka.
Artie was sat in the armchair downstairs with Mrs. Fredrick stood opposite him, to Artie she looked perfectly normal, but he could see in her eyes she was scared. That was the first time he had ever seen her have a doubt. "What's wrong?" Artie asked the women.
"Nothing." She replied plainly.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" He asked again in his famous interrogation voice. Mrs. Fredrick glared at him as if to warn him not to push his luck. He sent that glare right back.
"You would be wise to remember your place agent Nielson." Mrs. Fredrick said in an icy tone.
"Stop the act, Irene!" Artie spit fired back. The proud women looked surprised, as if nobody has ever stood up to her before or that they shouldn't.
"Since I know you will be relentless in you pursuit for an answer….." Mrs. Fredrick told him. She said it as if she could win but simply couldn't be bothered, but Artie knew she used it as an excuse that she couldn't win. "There's a feeling in my gut. Something is wrong." Mrs. Fredrick explained.
"What type of feeling?" Artie rapidly fired back again.
"Not a good one." She replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Claudia paced around her room, biting her fingernails and twirling her hair; a habit she had picked up from Myka. Thoughts raced through her head like a speeding bullet. Why did Adwin Cosan bring back Mrs. Fredrick if all the regents believed she had this supposed destiny to be the Warehouse caretaker? Why was Mrs. Fredrick avoiding her? Why was everything so wrong? She pondered around these thought for several minutes until Leena came and knocked on the door. "I know how you feeling and all your questions will be answered, in time."
"And until then life is pretty crap." Claudia muffled under her breath.
Myka smiled at Pete and walked slowly over to his bed. She nuzzled into him and felt at peace. She could hear his breathing and his heart beating. It was comforting. He was no longer a big brother to her, he was something more. So much more! "Are you ok?" Pete asked.
"Yes I'm fine now, thank you." Myka replied. She squeezed him tight and walked out. What was she thinking, she couldn't start this again she couldn't fall in love with another partner and loose them again.
Pete couldn't stand it when Myka did that because when she did all his feeling's for her re-surfaced which he didn't need now. He decided he would pleasure himself tonight, screw the day he needed a distraction… his thoughts were interrupted. Again. Leena stood in the doorway, "Don't even think about it, unless you plan to clean up after yourself." She said plain and simply. Whenever she said it like that Pete could never understand if she was joking or been very serious. Then before he could think about it Leena disappeared around the corner.