Warehouse 13 Fic: This is goodbye: 3-4/??
Title: This is goodbye
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka centric fic (with some alarming undertones of Myka/Pete which i find utterly disturbing as I ship Myka with every other person on that show rather than Pete. But the fic wrote itself, and Pete it is. But mostly it's just Myka.)
Rating: PG ish, some language, violence, adultish themes
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, haven't even seen all the eps of season 1 and I know nothing about anything remotely sci fi related, this this is merely a character piece. And I have managed to butcher most of the characters to suit my self pitying plot. Forgive me.
Summary: Sets off in mid episode 10 "Regrets" then diverges from canon.
Myka had to stifle the laughter welling up in her throat. 'No Claudia', she wants to tell the girl. 'The mirror did nothing to me. This is me, this is who I am, who I've always been. Maybe you never realized it before, that's all.'
Chapter 3
There is that moment, fleeting yet horrifying, when she thinks Pete is dead. When she thinks she has killed him. Just like she killed Sam.
But Pete is there, wriggling on the floor, gasping for air, trying hard to call her name.
She panics. Suddenly she is aware of the mayhem that has been going on all around her. The banging and screaming of prison riots. How had she been so oblivious to the chaos around her?
She wants to run. Badly. To run and hide and banish every last memory of this, of him.
But there is Pete. He's hurt. She hurt him. He is calling her name, in a hoarse weak whisper.
“Myka. Myka, look at me.” He is ordering her.
She kneels beside him, but she won't let herself look him in the eyes. Instead she focuses on the wound, she tries to stop the bleeding.
“I'm sorry.” She tells him, over and over.
“Myka.” He is still calling her name, “Listen to me.”
But she isn't listening, she is only repeating over and over “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
The wound seems superficial to her, the blood flow is stopping. She hears the sirens, the approaching footsteps of police, of paramedics.
She tries to stand to her feet, but before she can get there, Pete's arm is grasping her wrist. She looks down to her own hand, horrified to find it stained with blood, Pete's blood. He is weak, and it isn't hard for her to free herself from his grasp.
“Don't leave me.” Pete manages to say. For a moment she looks into his eyes. She is frozen by the warmth in his gaze, the compassion, the familiarity. She asks herself how she could have even been so angry with him? She asks herself how she could have shot him? She looks at him, in that moment, he is vulnerable, weak, afraid. It's a whole new side to Pete, something she has rarely seen before. He is begging her not to leave, but he just doesn't understand. She is poison. She did this to him. He deserves so much better. Letting self hatred once again cloud her judgement, she snaps away from his grasp and his gaze.
Suddenly, the paramedics are upon them, surrounding Pete, asking her to explain what happened.
“He was shot.” She tells them in a shaky voice. How else can she explain it? How could she ever justify it, to Pete, to Artie, to herself?
One of the paramedics turns to her, “Don't worry ma'am, he'll be just fine.”
To Myka, that seems like permission to leave. Pete will be just fine without her, hell she was the one who shot him, Pete will be better off without her. She nods at the tall paramedic, and turns to leave.
As she heads down the cold dismal prison corridors, towards the exit, she starts running. Faster and faster until she is outside, until she can breathe again. But it feels like she isn't getting anywhere, it feels like that corridor goes on for ever, like she will never get out. She feels, once again, trapped. And as she listens to the rhythmic sound of her footsteps across the cold stone floor, she thinks she hears Pete's voice, echoing down that corridor, calling after her. She thinks to herself that she better get used to it, because every time she closes her eyes she just knows she will hear him, haunting her, calling to her, in the stillness of the night.
~~
Chapter 4
The injury had been serious enough. Myka knew this by the fact she had seen Artie and Claudia in the hospital corridors. It must be bad, to cause them both to leave the warehouse unattended. Arite didn't fly half way across the country for just any minor mishap. Myka holds her breath as they pass by her hiding in the stairwell, and silently she follows after them. She eavesdrops unashamedly at the doorway as the conversation unfolds inside Pete's hospital room.
“Did you find Myka?” Pete asks.
Artie ignores the question “I need you to tell me what really happened Pete.” He insists.
“I told you, I don't remember anything.” Pete answers wearily.
“Really? That's interesting. Because there is an eyewitness report that you were shot by your female partner.” Artie informs him.
“Myka shot you?? No way man.” That was Claudia's input.
Myka couldn't see through the walls, but she envisioned the way Artie silenced the girl with a look.
“Explain to me everything that happened.” Artie demanded.
“He got shot by a girl! That's what happened.” Claudia announced playfully.
That Pete made no comeback to the girl's teasing, Myka took as a bad sign.
“It was an accident.” Pete told them both.
That doesn't really make any difference, Myka thinks to herself. Her life was full of accidents. First Sam, now Pete. She turned everything she touched to ashes. The people she cared about were simply better off without her around.
“No one is saying it wasn't an accident.” Artie answers.
“Though she was pretty mad at you this morning.” Claudia reminds him. “She smashed a plate over your head, remember. You never told us what you did to piss her off by the way.”
“That is not helpful, Claudia.” Artie points out, cutting Claudia off, trying hard not to lose his temper with the girl. Myka can't see it, but she knows those little veins are popping up in his head. She knows there is a playful smile on Claudia's face, as she tries to make light of the situation. Though Myka also knows if she were to look deep enough into the girls stare, those eyes would betray her. She knows it's just Claudia's way of dealing with a stressful situation.
“Sor-ry.” Claudia answers, before turning to Pete, “So, where is Myka?”
“Claudia!” Artie reprimanded the girl again. It was his place to ask the questions. Insolent girl, always thinking she knew better than him. And yet, it was a valid question. “So?” Artie repeated “Where is Myka?”
“I told you, I don't know.” Pete answered.
“You don't know?” Artie tries to understand.
'“I lost consciousness, when I woke up, Myka was gone.” He explains.
“I feel like I'm missing a vital piece of the puzzle here.” Artie interjects.
Pete is losing his cool now, Myka can tell from the tone of his voice. He has had enough of questions, of trying to explain her conduct, to answer for her actions, to make sense of the fact that she disappeared and left him injured and bleeding and alone. “I told you everything. Mayhem, chaos, hallucinations, crazy storm, bullets flying everywhere, accidently shot, Myka gone, the end.”
It doesn't escape Myka's notice that Pete has deliberately left parts out of the story. The part where she was hallucinating about Sam, the part where she held the gun to her own head and tried to pull the trigger, the part where Pete saved her, wrestling the gun away from her and getting himself shot in the process. She wants to hug Pete in that moment, for keeping her shameful secret. For allowing her to keep some small amount of dignity in Artie's eyes.
“You don't think.....that mirror, did something to her?' Claudia muses. This time there isn't a trace of joking in the young girls voice. This time she is dead serious. This time she sounds afraid.
Myka had to stifle the laughter welling up in her throat. No Claudia, she wants to tell the girl. The mirror did nothing to me. This is me, this is who I am, who I've always been. Maybe you never realized it before, that's all.
“Claudia!” Artie reprimands her again, louder this time. It causes Claudia and Myka both to jump in fright.
“So she just left?” Artie is asking again.
“I told you already, yes she left.”
“Of her own free will? Are you sure she wasn't kidnapped?” Artie asks.
“No, she left of her own free will, but I'm not sure that she is thinking very clearly, those hallucinations...”
“The hallucinations should resolve completely away from the prison.” Artie dismissed Pete immediately.
“I know that, but I think she saw something....something that has some kind of hold on her.” Pete answers. “You really should stop wasting time asking me questions that I already answered a thousand times, and go find Myka.”
“You're worried about her.” Claudia says, and it's almost an accusation, as if it's some kind of crime for him to care about Myka.
“Am not.” He answers defensively. “She shot me, she can take care of herself.” Pete's words aren't cruel, they are playful, teasing, and Myka tries to tell herself that he is only defending himself against Claudia's teasing. That it has threatened his manhood, being shot by a girl, by his very own partner, letting Claudia rub it in his face. That above all, Pete is embarrassed by this whole thing. That he has been sucked into this playful game with Claudia, that he has to appear tough. That he doesn't really mean that he doesn't care about her. She tries hard to believe it.
But Pete's words cut right through her. Why should any of them care about her now? She shot Pete. She could have killed him.
“Enough.” Artie silences them both. To Pete he says “Don't worry about Myka.......
But Myka has already turned, once again she is running away. She doesn't hear the rest of Artie's sentence. All she hears is those words, Don't worry about Myka, and she realizes that she simply doesnt matter to anyone anymore.
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka centric fic (with some alarming undertones of Myka/Pete which i find utterly disturbing as I ship Myka with every other person on that show rather than Pete. But the fic wrote itself, and Pete it is. But mostly it's just Myka.)
Rating: PG ish, some language, violence, adultish themes
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, haven't even seen all the eps of season 1 and I know nothing about anything remotely sci fi related, this this is merely a character piece. And I have managed to butcher most of the characters to suit my self pitying plot. Forgive me.
Summary: Sets off in mid episode 10 "Regrets" then diverges from canon.
Myka had to stifle the laughter welling up in her throat. 'No Claudia', she wants to tell the girl. 'The mirror did nothing to me. This is me, this is who I am, who I've always been. Maybe you never realized it before, that's all.'
Chapter 3
There is that moment, fleeting yet horrifying, when she thinks Pete is dead. When she thinks she has killed him. Just like she killed Sam.
But Pete is there, wriggling on the floor, gasping for air, trying hard to call her name.
She panics. Suddenly she is aware of the mayhem that has been going on all around her. The banging and screaming of prison riots. How had she been so oblivious to the chaos around her?
She wants to run. Badly. To run and hide and banish every last memory of this, of him.
But there is Pete. He's hurt. She hurt him. He is calling her name, in a hoarse weak whisper.
“Myka. Myka, look at me.” He is ordering her.
She kneels beside him, but she won't let herself look him in the eyes. Instead she focuses on the wound, she tries to stop the bleeding.
“I'm sorry.” She tells him, over and over.
“Myka.” He is still calling her name, “Listen to me.”
But she isn't listening, she is only repeating over and over “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
The wound seems superficial to her, the blood flow is stopping. She hears the sirens, the approaching footsteps of police, of paramedics.
She tries to stand to her feet, but before she can get there, Pete's arm is grasping her wrist. She looks down to her own hand, horrified to find it stained with blood, Pete's blood. He is weak, and it isn't hard for her to free herself from his grasp.
“Don't leave me.” Pete manages to say. For a moment she looks into his eyes. She is frozen by the warmth in his gaze, the compassion, the familiarity. She asks herself how she could have even been so angry with him? She asks herself how she could have shot him? She looks at him, in that moment, he is vulnerable, weak, afraid. It's a whole new side to Pete, something she has rarely seen before. He is begging her not to leave, but he just doesn't understand. She is poison. She did this to him. He deserves so much better. Letting self hatred once again cloud her judgement, she snaps away from his grasp and his gaze.
Suddenly, the paramedics are upon them, surrounding Pete, asking her to explain what happened.
“He was shot.” She tells them in a shaky voice. How else can she explain it? How could she ever justify it, to Pete, to Artie, to herself?
One of the paramedics turns to her, “Don't worry ma'am, he'll be just fine.”
To Myka, that seems like permission to leave. Pete will be just fine without her, hell she was the one who shot him, Pete will be better off without her. She nods at the tall paramedic, and turns to leave.
As she heads down the cold dismal prison corridors, towards the exit, she starts running. Faster and faster until she is outside, until she can breathe again. But it feels like she isn't getting anywhere, it feels like that corridor goes on for ever, like she will never get out. She feels, once again, trapped. And as she listens to the rhythmic sound of her footsteps across the cold stone floor, she thinks she hears Pete's voice, echoing down that corridor, calling after her. She thinks to herself that she better get used to it, because every time she closes her eyes she just knows she will hear him, haunting her, calling to her, in the stillness of the night.
~~
Chapter 4
The injury had been serious enough. Myka knew this by the fact she had seen Artie and Claudia in the hospital corridors. It must be bad, to cause them both to leave the warehouse unattended. Arite didn't fly half way across the country for just any minor mishap. Myka holds her breath as they pass by her hiding in the stairwell, and silently she follows after them. She eavesdrops unashamedly at the doorway as the conversation unfolds inside Pete's hospital room.
“Did you find Myka?” Pete asks.
Artie ignores the question “I need you to tell me what really happened Pete.” He insists.
“I told you, I don't remember anything.” Pete answers wearily.
“Really? That's interesting. Because there is an eyewitness report that you were shot by your female partner.” Artie informs him.
“Myka shot you?? No way man.” That was Claudia's input.
Myka couldn't see through the walls, but she envisioned the way Artie silenced the girl with a look.
“Explain to me everything that happened.” Artie demanded.
“He got shot by a girl! That's what happened.” Claudia announced playfully.
That Pete made no comeback to the girl's teasing, Myka took as a bad sign.
“It was an accident.” Pete told them both.
That doesn't really make any difference, Myka thinks to herself. Her life was full of accidents. First Sam, now Pete. She turned everything she touched to ashes. The people she cared about were simply better off without her around.
“No one is saying it wasn't an accident.” Artie answers.
“Though she was pretty mad at you this morning.” Claudia reminds him. “She smashed a plate over your head, remember. You never told us what you did to piss her off by the way.”
“That is not helpful, Claudia.” Artie points out, cutting Claudia off, trying hard not to lose his temper with the girl. Myka can't see it, but she knows those little veins are popping up in his head. She knows there is a playful smile on Claudia's face, as she tries to make light of the situation. Though Myka also knows if she were to look deep enough into the girls stare, those eyes would betray her. She knows it's just Claudia's way of dealing with a stressful situation.
“Sor-ry.” Claudia answers, before turning to Pete, “So, where is Myka?”
“Claudia!” Artie reprimanded the girl again. It was his place to ask the questions. Insolent girl, always thinking she knew better than him. And yet, it was a valid question. “So?” Artie repeated “Where is Myka?”
“I told you, I don't know.” Pete answered.
“You don't know?” Artie tries to understand.
'“I lost consciousness, when I woke up, Myka was gone.” He explains.
“I feel like I'm missing a vital piece of the puzzle here.” Artie interjects.
Pete is losing his cool now, Myka can tell from the tone of his voice. He has had enough of questions, of trying to explain her conduct, to answer for her actions, to make sense of the fact that she disappeared and left him injured and bleeding and alone. “I told you everything. Mayhem, chaos, hallucinations, crazy storm, bullets flying everywhere, accidently shot, Myka gone, the end.”
It doesn't escape Myka's notice that Pete has deliberately left parts out of the story. The part where she was hallucinating about Sam, the part where she held the gun to her own head and tried to pull the trigger, the part where Pete saved her, wrestling the gun away from her and getting himself shot in the process. She wants to hug Pete in that moment, for keeping her shameful secret. For allowing her to keep some small amount of dignity in Artie's eyes.
“You don't think.....that mirror, did something to her?' Claudia muses. This time there isn't a trace of joking in the young girls voice. This time she is dead serious. This time she sounds afraid.
Myka had to stifle the laughter welling up in her throat. No Claudia, she wants to tell the girl. The mirror did nothing to me. This is me, this is who I am, who I've always been. Maybe you never realized it before, that's all.
“Claudia!” Artie reprimands her again, louder this time. It causes Claudia and Myka both to jump in fright.
“So she just left?” Artie is asking again.
“I told you already, yes she left.”
“Of her own free will? Are you sure she wasn't kidnapped?” Artie asks.
“No, she left of her own free will, but I'm not sure that she is thinking very clearly, those hallucinations...”
“The hallucinations should resolve completely away from the prison.” Artie dismissed Pete immediately.
“I know that, but I think she saw something....something that has some kind of hold on her.” Pete answers. “You really should stop wasting time asking me questions that I already answered a thousand times, and go find Myka.”
“You're worried about her.” Claudia says, and it's almost an accusation, as if it's some kind of crime for him to care about Myka.
“Am not.” He answers defensively. “She shot me, she can take care of herself.” Pete's words aren't cruel, they are playful, teasing, and Myka tries to tell herself that he is only defending himself against Claudia's teasing. That it has threatened his manhood, being shot by a girl, by his very own partner, letting Claudia rub it in his face. That above all, Pete is embarrassed by this whole thing. That he has been sucked into this playful game with Claudia, that he has to appear tough. That he doesn't really mean that he doesn't care about her. She tries hard to believe it.
But Pete's words cut right through her. Why should any of them care about her now? She shot Pete. She could have killed him.
“Enough.” Artie silences them both. To Pete he says “Don't worry about Myka.......
But Myka has already turned, once again she is running away. She doesn't hear the rest of Artie's sentence. All she hears is those words, Don't worry about Myka, and she realizes that she simply doesnt matter to anyone anymore.