Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 and its original characters or plots. If I did, a Bones/Warehouse crossover episode would be in order! =D
Author's Note: First off, I have to apologize for the wait. It's been like 3 months since my last update. I hope not all of my readers have scattered and disappeared in the time! But, so you know, I am already working on the next chapter, so I'm hoping to have it up in short order – not in another 3 months or so ;) Also, this chapter is shorter, so don't shoot me. It's more of a segway chapter than anything. Still, I hope you enjoy, and I REALLY hope you review ;D I love you reviewers more than the world! So, without further a-do, enjoy!
Fives years earlier
"This wasn't how it was supposed to be." She spoke softly, her pale eyes looking up at him, so forlorn. She shook her head, chestnut brown curls jostling lightly on her shoulders. Her eyes darted down to her hands, her nimble fingers wringing her wrists. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Pete."
A low sigh rasped through his lips. He pushed his short, dark hair back with callused fingers. "I know." In three repeated strides, back and forth and again, he paced the length of the bedroom. His warm, dark eyes sought her face. He watched for a moment as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. "But," he exhaled brusquely, closing the distance between them in one step, "but it doesn't matter." He gently took her hands, pulling them away from each and into his grip. His rough fingers caressed them gently as he knelt before her, his dark eyes piercing hers with an infuriated expression of fervent love. "Not to me anyway. Myka, this doesn't change anything! I still love you. I still want to marry you! If it weren't for those bastards I would have done that a long time ago. So it doesn't matter to me what they think or what they say. I don't give a damn so long as I have you!"
Myka's eyes clouded with moisture as she forced them away from Pete's face. She pursed her lips for a moment, looking off to the side. "But that's what I mean, Pete!" She pulled her hands out of his, retracting away from him. "They have power. They have the power to take us away from one another. They can do whatever the hell they want so long as the majority see it fit to deal with the situation at hand! They don't care how you feel! They don't care how I feel! They just need to wash their hands of this mistake."
A tear rolled over cheek as she shut her eyes against the moisture. Pete quickly maneuvered himself onto the bed beside her, brushing the salty tear from her fair face. He gently wrapped his arms around her, leeching her into his lap, her back resting on his defined chest. Her head fell to its resting place on his collar bone, leaning against his neck. His hands rested on the soft flatness of her belly. He dropped a kiss on her neck before pressing his lips to her ear. "It's not a mistake." He felt warm tears on his neck as she turned her head, shielding herself in his body. Tightening his grip on her, he placed another kiss atop her head, her curls tickling his face.
"How do you know?" Her words were mumbled against his skin, her lips lightly brushing his neck as she spoke. Her fingers smoothed down his forearms as they hugged her body. She could feel his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he responded to her touch.
"Because this is not a mistake. Us being together is not a mistake, Myka. There has not been a single moment since I confessed how I felt about you that I have regretted doing so. I didn't care what the Regents thought then, and I don't care what they think now." His grip tightened around her once more in his display of his protection.
"It's more than that, though, Pete." Her voice pleaded with him to understand the full concept of what she had meant. She strained her neck to look at his face. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with an angered passion. After three years with him, she had learned to recognize it, but it had never ceased to frighten her on some level. It was worst in the field, when a threat was posed to her, especially a more serious one, Pete would go into a state of raw rage. Adrenaline would pump through his veins as he bared his claws, ready to unleash this energy on her person who dared lay a hand on Myka. Often times, she would have to calm him afterwards so that he wouldn't be dangerous in his own right. It scared her shitless. "It's more than about the decisions that others want to make for us. It's more than about the Regents, or Artie, or Mrs. Frederic, or even the Warehouse at all. It's about us, Pete! I mean," she paused, searching his face, "are we even ready to be parents?"
Pete jerked his head down to meet her gaze. He recognized the apprehensive look in her eyes. He saw her fear. Lifting a hand, he ran a finger down her jaw, tilting her face upward. Her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her, kissing her gently. She lifted her hand to the back of his head, her fingers playing at the swirl of hair at the nape of his neck. His arms relaxed, falling away from her as she twisted, repositioning herself over him. She straddled his body, a warm knot forming in the pit of her stomach. His hands pushed under the back of her shirt, running his fingers over her bare skin. She arched her back at his touch, her belly pressed flush against him. Her hands cradled his face as she leaned further into the kiss, deepening the passion. Pete abruptly pulled away, bringing his hands to her shoulders to hold her at bay as he clenched his jaw and swallowed slowly. Myka leaned her forehead against his and draped one hand on his neck as the pair raggedly caught their breath.
Opening his eyes, Pete found Myka looking back at him. A smile tugged at his lips and he kissed her lightly. He lifted a hand to graze her cheek with his thumb. "I don't believe in mistakes," he said slowly in a gruff, low voice. He watched Myka's pale eyes blink, her dilated pupils subsiding slightly. "We might not be ready now, but we will be."
A/N: So, what do you think? Sweet, huh? =) I love writing these kinds of chapters. Spare me a few precious moments of your time and write me a review! Pretty please?