Fic: The Three Bears, Part VII
Title: The Three Bears, Part VII
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: T
Words: 541
Summary: Vanessa tries to plead her case to Mrs. Frederic.
Notes: Written for self_preserving, prompt was Vanessa, heartsick.
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Sitting in the car, a big pair of hazel eyes watch Vanessa as she bounces them up and down on her knee, the occasion drop of slobber hitting Vanessa's stomach.
"You're quite good with her," Mrs. Frederic remarks. "Much better than I thought Arthur would be."
"He's just as good, if not better with her," Vanessa replies, knowing Artie's probably worried sick with where they are. Trying to shake off the feeling that she's done the complete wrong thing, she says, "You know he constructed this crazy thing to carry her around in? She loves it."
"He told me-" Vanessa senses the disapproval, but continues to bounce the baby. "Not that I approve of such things."
"We should have told him where we are going." Vanessa's heart twitches in her chest.
"Arthur will know everything eventually, but for right now, this is for his own well-being."
"Why?"
"How attached are you to Arthur?" Mrs. Frederic re-directs the line of questioning, and Vanessa's unsure how she's supposed to answer. She can feel Mrs. Frederic's eyes staring through her physical being straight to her heart. "That's what I thought."
"You didn't give me enough time to answer."
"I gave you plenty. We know that the infant appears to have bonded with you and Arthur and therefore so long as the two of you are together, it's going to cause you to stay together and form a familial unit."
"In case it hasn't escaped anyone's attention, Artie and I have been in a relationship for a while now. If that isn't a familial unit in and of itself, I don't know what is."
"Yes, but we need Arthur's focus on the Warehouse if we are to solve this conundrum," Mrs. Frederic says. There are several moments of silence as Vanessa shifts the baby to a cradle position. The hazel eyes follow her movement as the baby gurgles.
"And if he never figures it out?"
"Then we'll make other arrangements."
"That is unacceptable. This child has no parents, and you're fully prepared to sever one half of the only connection it's made with another human being. Is this really what the Regents want?" Vanessa knows she's striking a nerve mentioning the Regents, and sees Mrs. Frederic's eyebrow rise.
"The Regents do not want artifacts to be as common in people as they are in inanimate objects. They are merely doing what's best for all parties involved."
"Without consulting us first?"
"Vanessa-In the long run, you have to know this is not going to end well. For you or Arthur." Mrs. Frederic's agitation levels rise. "This isn't like any other artifact we've ever seen. This is a child that will one day grow up, and as it grows, so will its powers. It could be the death of us all."
"And on that day, you can tell me 'I told you so' but until then, I'm willing to take the risk. Return us to the Warehouse, please." She watches Mrs. Frederic mull the decision over.
"Driver? Take us back to the Warehouse, please," Mrs. Frederic says, leaning forward and tugging on her jacket before leaning back. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"As do I." Vanessa looks down to the baby and smiles.
Part Eight
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: T
Words: 541
Summary: Vanessa tries to plead her case to Mrs. Frederic.
Notes: Written for self_preserving, prompt was Vanessa, heartsick.
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Sitting in the car, a big pair of hazel eyes watch Vanessa as she bounces them up and down on her knee, the occasion drop of slobber hitting Vanessa's stomach.
"You're quite good with her," Mrs. Frederic remarks. "Much better than I thought Arthur would be."
"He's just as good, if not better with her," Vanessa replies, knowing Artie's probably worried sick with where they are. Trying to shake off the feeling that she's done the complete wrong thing, she says, "You know he constructed this crazy thing to carry her around in? She loves it."
"He told me-" Vanessa senses the disapproval, but continues to bounce the baby. "Not that I approve of such things."
"We should have told him where we are going." Vanessa's heart twitches in her chest.
"Arthur will know everything eventually, but for right now, this is for his own well-being."
"Why?"
"How attached are you to Arthur?" Mrs. Frederic re-directs the line of questioning, and Vanessa's unsure how she's supposed to answer. She can feel Mrs. Frederic's eyes staring through her physical being straight to her heart. "That's what I thought."
"You didn't give me enough time to answer."
"I gave you plenty. We know that the infant appears to have bonded with you and Arthur and therefore so long as the two of you are together, it's going to cause you to stay together and form a familial unit."
"In case it hasn't escaped anyone's attention, Artie and I have been in a relationship for a while now. If that isn't a familial unit in and of itself, I don't know what is."
"Yes, but we need Arthur's focus on the Warehouse if we are to solve this conundrum," Mrs. Frederic says. There are several moments of silence as Vanessa shifts the baby to a cradle position. The hazel eyes follow her movement as the baby gurgles.
"And if he never figures it out?"
"Then we'll make other arrangements."
"That is unacceptable. This child has no parents, and you're fully prepared to sever one half of the only connection it's made with another human being. Is this really what the Regents want?" Vanessa knows she's striking a nerve mentioning the Regents, and sees Mrs. Frederic's eyebrow rise.
"The Regents do not want artifacts to be as common in people as they are in inanimate objects. They are merely doing what's best for all parties involved."
"Without consulting us first?"
"Vanessa-In the long run, you have to know this is not going to end well. For you or Arthur." Mrs. Frederic's agitation levels rise. "This isn't like any other artifact we've ever seen. This is a child that will one day grow up, and as it grows, so will its powers. It could be the death of us all."
"And on that day, you can tell me 'I told you so' but until then, I'm willing to take the risk. Return us to the Warehouse, please." She watches Mrs. Frederic mull the decision over.
"Driver? Take us back to the Warehouse, please," Mrs. Frederic says, leaning forward and tugging on her jacket before leaning back. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"As do I." Vanessa looks down to the baby and smiles.
Part Eight