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And yet again, Warehouse 13 is not my thing, it is the thing of Jack Kenny and Syfy and other people.
They didn't know why, but they were too tired for dinner, too tired to notice Leena's red-rimmed eyes or answer her questions, too tired to even register her voice in their ears. Their sleepy feet carried their bodies up the stairs, and too tired to even offer each other a good night, they drifted into separate rooms and fell onto separate beds, falling into a deep sleep that only an artifact could produce. And together, they shared a dream.
That night, they tossed and they turned and they learned what had been before, but not.
Myka dreamt
HG dreamt
of tight ropes she remembered
so tight, too tight, so close
but not close enough
and then freedom from bristling fibers
freedom from the one person she wished to be enslaved to
and there was running
and victory
and an embrace from Pete
and the knowledge that she was hers, regardless of whose arms she was in
and then red lights
still flashing
more danger
there was a bomb
and a timer
counting down
so she hurried her brain to think
and she stood with her team
and she found an anomaly
and that was it, it was over
and yes it would work, she would save the warehouse
it was all over
she would save Myka
what has she done she's not with me why would she let herself disappear why would she leave me why would she sacrifice herself when all I want is to be with her to have her to hold her why would she how could she
"I smell apples"
she took in the image of Helena, the memory of her standing there, in love and alive
and then HG was gone
and she closed her eyes when the flames came
HG was gone
when the death came
HG was gone
and she opened her eyes to a world full of dead things and destroyed things, to a world where her home was gone
HG was gone
and her dear Helena, whom she wanted, whom she needed in her life, was gone
HG was gone
and dead feet went back to Leena's where Mrs. Frederic was gone and the world had lost hope and all there was was the watch but who knew what that did
HG was gone
and Claudia had stopped caring because "Who cares? Mrs. Frederic is dead. Steve is dead. HG is dead."
HG was gone
"I know. I watched her die.
HG was gone
But everyday people die. Sometimes it's people we care about and sometimes it's even people that we love.
HG was gone
We just need to make sure that we're not being selfish."
HG was gone
and so they solved the puzzles, bit by bit, and Pete made jokes because what else could he do and Claudia helped but stayed dead inside and they went to France
HG was gone
and they went to Italy
but HG was still gone
and Myka shattered glass and broke laws
because HG was still gone
and she fought and she was overcome and pushed into a police car by men with clubs
because Helena was gone.
Then they saw the underbelly of the Vatican and men in black robes and they saw Pete bleed too much and breathe too little. And then they saw Artie lift their last hope and they saw him use it and they saw the world return. They saw their world come back to them, but changed.
A sharp intake of air, eyes flying opening, and they both awoke.
Myka sobbing uncontrollably because all she could see was HG being engulfed by flames and all she could hear was "I smell apples."
HG lying frozen, unmoving, eyes wet but not crying, body screaming but not making a sound, because she had died sometime somewhere. She had been gone.