Fic: Breaking and Entering (On The Run series)
Title: Breaking and Entering
Series: On The Run
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 693
Rating: PG
Summary: After breaking into Warehouse 13, Myka has to work to assure herself things are going to work out. A writer's choice piece for 100_women
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: So, you might notice that the logistics of actually breaking into Warehouse 13 are somewhat glossed over in this... mostly because I'm not really clever enough to come up with a convincing way of it happening, and also because I think the emphasis in this series is on the the Myka/HG relationship, and you can just kind of imagine the minor details. Forgive me?
Also, the town crier bell artifact idea was pinched from erinmar13 on meetatgunpoint's Community Artifact List. If you happen to be reading, thanks for the idea!
Part 1 - Surprises
Part 2 - Going To Be Okay
Part 3 - Just The Start
Part 4 - Desperate Measures
Warehouse 13 was deathly quiet, and Myka found herself jumping at the slightest noise. It may have been the middle of the night, but that didn’t stop her from expecting to run into one of her former colleagues at any moment. It wouldn’t be entirely unusual for Artie to be doing repairs or inventory or something in the small hours. She stuck close to Helena, who didn’t show the slightest bit of concern over what they were doing.
“I can’t believe there’s a back door into the Warehouse,” she commented in a loud whisper. “And I can’t believe you knew how to get in.”
“Well, of course. Warehouse 12 had one, we all knew about that. Naturally with computers and elevated security now, Warehouse 13’s was a little trickier, but I coaxed the codes out of Claudia while I was working here.”
Myka felt a pang of second-hand guilt at the idea of Helena manipulating information out of Claudia (for she knew it was manipulated, not coaxed). It wasn’t just a case of typing the access codes into a computer, of course. Once inside, the two of them had had to navigate a path under sensors and cameras, and in Myka’s opinion it was only by pure luck that they made it at all. Now that they were in, there was just as much dodging to be done, and Myka knew that the second they took any artefact off the shelf, alarms would be ringing all over the place.
When they had sat down to make their plans a few days before, Myka had thought of several artefacts that might be of use to them. Harriet Tubman’s thimble was one of them, and Myka tried hard not to associate herself with MacPherson for making use of it. There was also the town crier bell from the town of Salem that caused anyone who heard it tolling to believe what they heard was the truth (which went a long way to explain the witch trials). Myka figured it could come in handy going through airports or dock yards or really wherever they ended up.
They came across the aisle in which the bell was located, and stopped in front of it. Helena looked over at Myka, who nodded back to her. A silent countdown passed between them and then Helena’s hand shot out and grabbed the bell. As predicted, the second it was pulled from the shelf, alarms started sounding. Myka and Helena both broke out into a run, barely slowing to navigate corners. Myka skidded to a stop in front of Tubman’s thimble, but sped up again with barely a pause. Their plan had been to start with the artefact furthest away from the door and then grab the other one on the way out and so far, everything was going according to the plan.
They reached the car outside and practically fell into their seats. They knew they couldn’t risk taking too long to catch their breaths before clearing out of there, but Helena did take a moment to lean over and give Myka a celebratory kiss. Myka savoured the feeling perhaps a little longer than she should have, but even in situations like this, where adrenalin was pumping fast and emotions were running high (or perhaps because of all that), it felt so good.
A moment later, she was revving the motor and they were off, fading into the darkness. If she hadn’t been driving, Myka might have been tempted to look back and see if anyone was running out the door behind them, yelling for them to stop. She knew that if she saw something like that, though, she wouldn’t be able to go through with what she and Helena were doing at all; she’d turn around in a second and give herself up.
It was with these thoughts running through her head that she set her jaw and put her foot down harder on the gas. She remembered how Helena had reassured her that first night in the motel, just after their first kiss.
They were going to be fine. Everything would work itself out in the end. Somehow.
Series: On The Run
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 693
Rating: PG
Summary: After breaking into Warehouse 13, Myka has to work to assure herself things are going to work out. A writer's choice piece for 100_women
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: So, you might notice that the logistics of actually breaking into Warehouse 13 are somewhat glossed over in this... mostly because I'm not really clever enough to come up with a convincing way of it happening, and also because I think the emphasis in this series is on the the Myka/HG relationship, and you can just kind of imagine the minor details. Forgive me?
Also, the town crier bell artifact idea was pinched from erinmar13 on meetatgunpoint's Community Artifact List. If you happen to be reading, thanks for the idea!
Part 1 - Surprises
Part 2 - Going To Be Okay
Part 3 - Just The Start
Part 4 - Desperate Measures
Warehouse 13 was deathly quiet, and Myka found herself jumping at the slightest noise. It may have been the middle of the night, but that didn’t stop her from expecting to run into one of her former colleagues at any moment. It wouldn’t be entirely unusual for Artie to be doing repairs or inventory or something in the small hours. She stuck close to Helena, who didn’t show the slightest bit of concern over what they were doing.
“I can’t believe there’s a back door into the Warehouse,” she commented in a loud whisper. “And I can’t believe you knew how to get in.”
“Well, of course. Warehouse 12 had one, we all knew about that. Naturally with computers and elevated security now, Warehouse 13’s was a little trickier, but I coaxed the codes out of Claudia while I was working here.”
Myka felt a pang of second-hand guilt at the idea of Helena manipulating information out of Claudia (for she knew it was manipulated, not coaxed). It wasn’t just a case of typing the access codes into a computer, of course. Once inside, the two of them had had to navigate a path under sensors and cameras, and in Myka’s opinion it was only by pure luck that they made it at all. Now that they were in, there was just as much dodging to be done, and Myka knew that the second they took any artefact off the shelf, alarms would be ringing all over the place.
When they had sat down to make their plans a few days before, Myka had thought of several artefacts that might be of use to them. Harriet Tubman’s thimble was one of them, and Myka tried hard not to associate herself with MacPherson for making use of it. There was also the town crier bell from the town of Salem that caused anyone who heard it tolling to believe what they heard was the truth (which went a long way to explain the witch trials). Myka figured it could come in handy going through airports or dock yards or really wherever they ended up.
They came across the aisle in which the bell was located, and stopped in front of it. Helena looked over at Myka, who nodded back to her. A silent countdown passed between them and then Helena’s hand shot out and grabbed the bell. As predicted, the second it was pulled from the shelf, alarms started sounding. Myka and Helena both broke out into a run, barely slowing to navigate corners. Myka skidded to a stop in front of Tubman’s thimble, but sped up again with barely a pause. Their plan had been to start with the artefact furthest away from the door and then grab the other one on the way out and so far, everything was going according to the plan.
They reached the car outside and practically fell into their seats. They knew they couldn’t risk taking too long to catch their breaths before clearing out of there, but Helena did take a moment to lean over and give Myka a celebratory kiss. Myka savoured the feeling perhaps a little longer than she should have, but even in situations like this, where adrenalin was pumping fast and emotions were running high (or perhaps because of all that), it felt so good.
A moment later, she was revving the motor and they were off, fading into the darkness. If she hadn’t been driving, Myka might have been tempted to look back and see if anyone was running out the door behind them, yelling for them to stop. She knew that if she saw something like that, though, she wouldn’t be able to go through with what she and Helena were doing at all; she’d turn around in a second and give herself up.
It was with these thoughts running through her head that she set her jaw and put her foot down harder on the gas. She remembered how Helena had reassured her that first night in the motel, just after their first kiss.
They were going to be fine. Everything would work itself out in the end. Somehow.