A/N: You get two today because it took me so long to write "Making History"! I normally do NOT ship Myka/H.G, but I think the fandom's rabid enthusiasm for the ship might have rubbed off on me a teeny bit.
Okay, so maybe she had a teensy tiny sibling rivalry thing going on with Pete.
Sometimes they collaborated – replacing Myka's shampoo with green hair dye for St. Patrick's Day had been fun. Other times – most times – they pitted themselves against each other in an endless series of inane and sometimes unspoken bets. Who could get to the scones first? If they were on missions simultaneously – who could snag, bag, and tag their artifact the fastest? How long would it take for Myka and H.G to kiss?
That last one had an endless litany of sub-bets. Who would go for the kiss first? Who would break away first? Would it be at the Warehouse, or the bed and breakfast? And – most importantly – how long after the kiss would passionate, bed-breaking sex occur?
Artie knew about the bets, or at least most of them. Privately, Claudia thought that he made little bets of his own, in his head, but chose not to share them out of a stubborn desire to cling to the appearance of an old, grumpy, father figure. If he started joining in on Pete and Claudia's bets, someone might draw the mistaken conclusion that he was capable of having fun.
Pete was her big brother in all, but blood. Though Joshua would always be her brother in blood, Josh was half a world away immersed in scientific research and a phone call once a month, barring any artifact emergencies, just wasn't the same. She hadn't even known that there were other brother shoes to fill until Pete came into her life. He wasn't a replacement for Josh – no one could ever replace Josh and if her desperate quest to bring him back from the unknown had proved anything, it was that. But he was a brother of a whole different flavor, the one who laughed and joked with her, bet on H.G and Myka with her. The one who baked her cookies just because he could, all the while warning her not to tell anyone that manly Pete Lattimer had quite an affinity for baking. The one who held her as she trembled from the nightmares and read to her from his favorite comic books until she was calm enough to go back to sleep. And the one, though he'd never spelled it out, who would move heaven and earth to protect her and make sure she was okay.
Sure, they had their share of sibling rivalry, and sure, they drove each other crazy sometimes. But the key word in that was sibling. For better, for worse, they were siblings, and would be for the rest of time.