Warehouse 13
High School AU
Eventual Bering and Wells and Cleena; current Myka/Sam and Claudia/Todd
Beta'd by Massivenerdywarehouse on tumblr
As a warning, the next few chapters are gunna be pretty intense with nothing to really break it up. I will post a note in the beginning of the chapter that begins the cool down (cause I can't think of anything else to call it) so if anyone want to wait and just read it straight through, they can.
Chapter Twenty-six
"She should be home alone right now," Tracy said.
"How sure are you?" Mrs. Fredric asked.
"Pretty sure. Our parents are going to pick up a shipment in Featherhead tonight. They should be gone for hours."
"What if they come back early?" Artie asked.
"My mom knows I'm talking to you. She's going to try and keep him away as long as possible."
Mrs. Fredric nodded, then turned away. "Come, Arthur."
She walked out of the room. Artie glared at the teenagers.
"Do not go anywhere," he told them.
Pete stood and started to argue, but Artie closed the door before he could get a word out.
"Fuck," he growled. He spun to face the others. "We should drive over to the store and get her."
"Artie told us to stay here," Steve replied.
Everybody glanced at him as Pete scoffed.
"We can't do nothing," he said.
Leena walked to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "If we interfere, we could make it worse," she told him. "They are going to get her, through the proper channels, and they are going to make sure she doesn't go back."
Pete looked at her for a few moments, then pulled away and stalked to the other side of the room, disappearing behind the bookshelves.
Tracy stared at where he had vanished, then sat with her face in her hands, her elbows digging into her thighs.
She could feel the stares of the others turn to her, and slowly looked up to meet them. She looked back down when the first look she met was Claudia's harsh glare.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I should of paid more attention. I should of helped sooner."
"Yeah, you should of," Claudia snarked.
"Claudia," Leena softly chided.
"No," Claudia cut her off. "If she hadn't been so blind Myka would already be safe. Could have been safe for years."
Tracy flinched as the words settled on her shoulders. She had been avoiding the very thoughts for days; to hear them come from someone else cut into her.
"I know that," she choked out.
"Do you?" Claudia scoffed. "Do you, really? Has it really hit you how much danger you've put her in?"
Tracy's chest constricted. Memories of every time her sister had been injured flashed through her mind.
"It has," she said.
"No," Claudia cut her off. "It hasn't. And it won't until it's too late."
She stared at Tracy for a few moments, long enough for tears to well up in her eyes, then – brushing her tears away with the cuff of her sweater sleeve – followed Pete into the bookshelves.
She found him sitting in the same position they had been before Artie had brought Mrs. Fredric. She sat next to him and let him pull her to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her.
On the other side of the room, the others sat in silence until Helena's phone went off after a few moments. She pulled it out of her pocket, then cursed under her breath.
"Leena," she said. "My appointment."
Leena closed her eyes and nodded.
"I'll call the hospital and have them move it to tomorrow," Helena continued.
"No," Leena told her. "You have to go to this appointment."
Helena was about to protest, but Leena glanced down at her baby bump before raising an eyebrow. Helena sighed and turned to Steve.
"Could you perhaps make sure Leena and I are updated on anything that happens while we are gone?"
Steve nodded. "Of course."
"Thank you."
-oOo-
Myka watched as Bubba listed the different ways to cook shrimp. She had a brief thought that Forrest would probably be able to recite every dish his friend listed before Sam suddenly leant over and kissed her jaw.
She flinched away but he didn't seem to notice. He kissed her again, further down her jaw, then again. He brought his hand up to cup her other cheek. His thumb rubbed her skin as he turned her head towards him, then moved over her lips before he kissed them.
She recoiled and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Wha…what are you doing?" she questioned, keeping her voice low to not disturb the…nine…other people in the theater.
"Making out with you," Sam replied with a grin.
Myka shifted uncomfortably. "Why?"
"Because it's what everyone does at the movies."
"I thought people watch the movie they paid to see at the movies."
"It's not like you've never seen Forrest Gump," he chuckled. "Everyone's seen Forrest Gump."
She glanced around. Every other couple was making out, like Sam had said. Only one trio, at the very front of the theater, was actually watching.
She deflated slightly. How could she explain that she had not seen Forrest Gump? That she had spent her childhood reading and that, still, the only TV in the apartment was the one in her parents room?
Instead, she gave into him, letting him press their lips together against and again, letting him control how her lips moved, only really reacting when she felt she had to.
She counted the seconds in her head, each passing minute making it harder for her to ignore the twisting in her gut and the lump in her throat. Her chest constricted, making it hard to breath. Her head felt faint as barely any air made it into her lungs between her heavy chest and the constant kisses.
She was about to pull away, when she was pushed over her limit as one of his hands moved down to her breast.
She jolted away, her back painfully hitting the armrest.
"I'm sorry," Sam quickly said. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. His fingers tangled in the curls at the nape of her neck and rubbed circles on her skin. "I got a little carried away."
"It's okay," she numbly said, unsure of how to react.
He pulled her back towards him and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "How about we take this somewhere more private," he whispered.
"What?"
"C'mon, Myka. I really want to say goodbye to you, really show you how much I'm going to miss you."
Her chest clenched and her brain screamed at her. She knew where he was going and she didn't like it.
"Your dad said he and your mom are going to be gone for a few hours. How about we go to your place?"
"I don't know, they could be home at any time."
"If he's there, we'll find somewhere else to go."
""And if he shows up while…" she cut off, her stomach jolting at even the thought of what he was suggesting.
"He won't." He gripped her hands in both of his. "I just want to show you how much I love you before I go."
Her mind battled. He loved her and he wanted to show her. She wanted to let him show her. She wanted to feel his love. The way he wanted to show her, however, made her feel sick.
"Please, Myka."
She took a deep breath. She could do it. For him.
She nodded, then let him pull her to her feet. He kissed her lightly before leading her out of the theater.
They were silent until they reached Sam's car, then he pressed her against the back door and hovered over her. He leaned on one arm while he caressed her face with his other hand.
He nipped at her lips for a few moments then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Let's go," he murmured.
He opened her door for her, closed it once she was seated, then moved around the car and got in himself.
They were silent the entire drive. Sam's hand rested on Myka's thigh. Her skin burned at its presence, but she was too busy working up her nerve for what he wanted to do to make him move it.
-oOo-
She stared into the brown liquid. Her chest was heavy. Her throat was tight.
She lifted the coffee to her lips and took a sip.
She had fucked up.
She had majorly fucked up.
-oOo-
Claudia jumped when Pete let out a sharp gasp.
She pulled away from him. He bent over, clutching his chest.
"Pete?" she questioned. Her voice wavered around the word.
"Something's wrong," he gasped out. "Something's really wrong."
-oOo-
"Are you okay?"
It took Myka a few moments to register Sam's question. Her mind was too busy, distracted by everything that was going on – the disappointment that her parents weren't home – the fear that they would be soon – the eerie silence of the store – the heavy weight of his hands on her hips.
He raised one hand to her chin, lifting her head so she was looking at him, and asked her again.
She answered with a shaky nod.
She was definitely not okay, though.
Her body was shaking. Her mind was screaming. Her chest was heavy. Tears were welling in her eyes.
"Hey," Sam murmured, wiping away a tear that had fallen. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head. She tried to say something. Her lips trembled. Her throat tightened.
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "It's alright," he murmured.
She pushed away from him, the bookshelf digging into her back. "I can't," she choked out. "I ca…can't do this."
She could see the disappointment in his face, but his quickly masked it.
"Okay," he said. "Okay. We don't have to."
She nodded and hastily brushed some tears away.
"I'm sorry I pushed you," he murmured. "I shouldn't have."
She nodded again. The door opened before either of them could say anything else.
Her breathing went from practically non-existent to near hyperventilation when she saw her father walk in. Myka pushed herself further against the bookshelf. Sam spun around, keeping himself between Myka and her father.
Warren stared at them for a few moments, then stood to the side, leaving the door open.
"Get out of here, boy," he ordered.
"Sir, I can explain," Sam stuttered.
"Out. Now."
"Sam, just go" Myka murmured. "Please."
He turned and looked at her with concerned eyes.
"It'll be fine," she whispered. "Promise."
He nodded after a moment. "I'll stay in touch."
She nodded.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I'm gunna miss you so much."
"Miss you, too," she murmured.
He pulled away, regret joining the concern in his eyes.
"Now," Warren growled.
Sam glanced between father and daughter for a few moments, then nodded and slipped past him, out into the street. Warren turned, watching him until he drove away, then closed the door and turned to Myka.
The anger in his eyes paralyzed her. Her grip on the bookshelf turned her knuckles white.
He stepped towards her. Her breather grew harder with each step.
"What did you tell them?"
She stared at him, her mind too strung to process the question.
"What did you tell them?"
"Tell what who?" she choked out, then shook her head. "Tell who what?"
"You know damn well."
"I haven't told anyone anything."
He slapped her. "Don't lie to me."
She rapidly shook her head. "I'm not."
"Well, you're lying to someone."
"No."
"Your friends seem to think I hurt you."
Her eyes grew wide. Her cheek burned. She slowly shook her head.
"I never…"
"The cops are going to come take you away."
"No."
"That's what they do to people who lie about stuff like this."
"No. It's…it-it's not a lie."
His nostrils flared. He pressed closer towards her. "What?"
She stared at him. If the cops really were coming, did anything she said matter? If they were coming, somebody had sent them. If somebody had sent them…they were going to help her.
"It's not a lie," she said. "And I am done lying."
He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her harder against the shelf. Her head snapped back, hitting the metal. She let out a gasp as bright light swam in her vision.
"You are done with nothing."
She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her head, trying to steady her vision.
"I needa go," she murmured.
"You're not going anywhere."
She struggled to focus her mind. Her eyes locked onto the door. She pushed against him in a weak attempt to get away.
"What did I just say?"
She shook her head lightly. "Gotta…gotta go. Hospital. Nee…need a hospital."
He stepped back slightly and swung at her.
They were both surprised when her arm moved up to block his. He stared at her, then his lip curled into a snarl. His hand twisted around to grab her wrist. His grip sent a bolt of pain up her arm and cleared her mind for a moment.
Before he could make another movement, she raised her knee into his groin. He released her wrist and she dodged around him as he crumpled. She slipped on a slick spot on the floor, hitting the wall with her shoulder. She fumbled for the doorknob, but a hand wrapped around her wrist.
She was jerked back. Pain erupted in her shoulder, then in her head, then everything vanished.