Warehouse 13 Fic: Time will Tell: Myka & HG Wells: 1/1
Title:Time will tell (title shamelessly stolen from episode!)
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
AN: Complete and utter time wasting as I procrastinate finishing my Myka/Pete fic. One parter- Myka's musings about HG Wells. Spoilers for S2Ep1. All in Myka's head and no real point to it, take it for what it is and Enjoy :) xoxo
There is something about HG Wells that startles Myka from her restless slumber in the early hours of the morning.
There is more than one thing, actually.
She hadn't known that when a person is bronzed they are still entirely conscious. That horrifies her. It plays on her conscience, relentlessly. It was truly a fate worse than death. It causes Myka to wonder just what this woman could have done that could possibly be so bad to warrant that kind of extreme eternal punishment?
She hadn't known that HG Wells was a woman. That takes her by surprise. And not just any woman. But a woman who looked straight at her, straight through her. Somehow, this woman struck a chord in Myka. She could relate to the tale of bitter disappointment, of injustice. She herself being a woman who had been looked down upon day after day, simply for not being the boy her father wanted.
She relates to something else in this woman- that drive to be free. She recalls her own fleeting experience in that looking glass. She wonders if there was anything she wouldn't have done to get the hell out of there. She wonders, sometimes, about Alice. Had Alice always been crazy, reckless, remorseless, psychotic? Or was it those long lonely years trapped in that mirror that transformed her? She wonders what the years of imprisonment did to HG Wells.
Myka thinks to herself that she would have liked to know the other woman, back then. A creative and passionate and courageous woman. A trail blazer. She thinks to herself she would like to know the woman now. She wants to know her story. She wants to understand. She feels connected.
Something resonated in her as the other woman's eyes probed her soul. The injustice of it all. She feels like they share some sort of common ground.
But Myka knows, it's all in her head. She knows, it's crazy. She knows, it's wrong.
There are years between them, lifetimes. A great great divide of right and wrong. The 'connection' was purely a fabrication in her own mind.
She closes her eyes, she tries not to think.
She closes her eyes and she sees HG Wells standing before her. She sees HG Wells fawning all over Pete. It stirs a twinge of envy in her. More than a twinge. A painful piercing stab of jealousy. She finds it profoundly unsettling.
As she tries to drift off to sleep, she sees it in her head so clearly- the future unfolding right before her in vivid imagination. One day, they might catch HG Wells. One day HG Wells might stand before her again. One day, their eyes might lock. One day the fate of HG Wells might rest in her hands. One day, she might have to make a decision.
Myka isn't sure she has what it takes to get the job done. Isn't sure she wouldn't melt under the other woman's condemning stare. Those piercing eyes which seem to Myka to be calling out to her 'You know me, you're just like me, you understand me. How can you do this to me?'
Myka knows logically there must be a reason. Something heinous and terrible that led to the bronzing of HG Wells. She needs to believe in that much, in Artie, in the work they do. She needs to believe she is on the side of the righteous. She knows that it's dangerous, leaving HG out there, regardless of the initial reason for her incarceration. She knows she is a rule-follower, she is by the book, she follows orders, she gets the job done. But she isn't sure anymore that she can believe in a 'book' that dictates a human beings should be incarcerated like that, for a lifetime, for many many lifetimes. Trapped in limbo. Unable to move, unable to die. It's barbaric and cruel. It's unconscionable.
Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
And, in her dreams, HG Wells is laughing at her. She is laughing because she has won. No matter what, she has won. She who isn't afraid to follow her dreams. She who isn't afraid to fight for her freedom at any cost. She who knows her own worth. She who knows who she is and isn't ashamed.
It's Myka who is trapped. Caught in an impossible choice. She can't live with herself knowing she caused another human being to be trapped for eternity. She simply can't do it. And yet she can't shirk her duty. She has a responsibility, to the Warehouse, to the public. She would lay down her life for her country. That's how it is supposed to be. But she just isn't sure anymore she can sacrifice the other woman's life for their cause.
In her dreams, Myka is haunted. The other woman has taken over her thoughts, invaded her mind. There is no where Myka can escape. She has to make her choice.
“There is more than one way, Myka.” HG taunts her in a soft whisper.
That's when Myka realises, she doesn't have to set the woman free. She doesn't have to capture her and sentence her to eternal damnation either. There is more than one way.
All the while HG is smiling at her, challenging her to do it. Myka thinks that she must. One way or the other, she must end things.
She tells herself she is doing the other woman a favor, sparing her from eternal torment. She tells herself she is doing her job. She tells herself it's the right choice, the only choice. She tells herself that HG wants her to do it. She tells herself that if she does it, the woman will stop haunting her. Things will go back to normal.
She picks up her weapon and aims it, straight towards the other woman's head. She takes a deep breath...
And it's that point in the dream, always that exact moment, that Myka wakes in a cold sweat gasping for air.
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
AN: Complete and utter time wasting as I procrastinate finishing my Myka/Pete fic. One parter- Myka's musings about HG Wells. Spoilers for S2Ep1. All in Myka's head and no real point to it, take it for what it is and Enjoy :) xoxo
There is something about HG Wells that startles Myka from her restless slumber in the early hours of the morning.
There is more than one thing, actually.
She hadn't known that when a person is bronzed they are still entirely conscious. That horrifies her. It plays on her conscience, relentlessly. It was truly a fate worse than death. It causes Myka to wonder just what this woman could have done that could possibly be so bad to warrant that kind of extreme eternal punishment?
She hadn't known that HG Wells was a woman. That takes her by surprise. And not just any woman. But a woman who looked straight at her, straight through her. Somehow, this woman struck a chord in Myka. She could relate to the tale of bitter disappointment, of injustice. She herself being a woman who had been looked down upon day after day, simply for not being the boy her father wanted.
She relates to something else in this woman- that drive to be free. She recalls her own fleeting experience in that looking glass. She wonders if there was anything she wouldn't have done to get the hell out of there. She wonders, sometimes, about Alice. Had Alice always been crazy, reckless, remorseless, psychotic? Or was it those long lonely years trapped in that mirror that transformed her? She wonders what the years of imprisonment did to HG Wells.
Myka thinks to herself that she would have liked to know the other woman, back then. A creative and passionate and courageous woman. A trail blazer. She thinks to herself she would like to know the woman now. She wants to know her story. She wants to understand. She feels connected.
Something resonated in her as the other woman's eyes probed her soul. The injustice of it all. She feels like they share some sort of common ground.
But Myka knows, it's all in her head. She knows, it's crazy. She knows, it's wrong.
There are years between them, lifetimes. A great great divide of right and wrong. The 'connection' was purely a fabrication in her own mind.
She closes her eyes, she tries not to think.
She closes her eyes and she sees HG Wells standing before her. She sees HG Wells fawning all over Pete. It stirs a twinge of envy in her. More than a twinge. A painful piercing stab of jealousy. She finds it profoundly unsettling.
As she tries to drift off to sleep, she sees it in her head so clearly- the future unfolding right before her in vivid imagination. One day, they might catch HG Wells. One day HG Wells might stand before her again. One day, their eyes might lock. One day the fate of HG Wells might rest in her hands. One day, she might have to make a decision.
Myka isn't sure she has what it takes to get the job done. Isn't sure she wouldn't melt under the other woman's condemning stare. Those piercing eyes which seem to Myka to be calling out to her 'You know me, you're just like me, you understand me. How can you do this to me?'
Myka knows logically there must be a reason. Something heinous and terrible that led to the bronzing of HG Wells. She needs to believe in that much, in Artie, in the work they do. She needs to believe she is on the side of the righteous. She knows that it's dangerous, leaving HG out there, regardless of the initial reason for her incarceration. She knows she is a rule-follower, she is by the book, she follows orders, she gets the job done. But she isn't sure anymore that she can believe in a 'book' that dictates a human beings should be incarcerated like that, for a lifetime, for many many lifetimes. Trapped in limbo. Unable to move, unable to die. It's barbaric and cruel. It's unconscionable.
Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
And, in her dreams, HG Wells is laughing at her. She is laughing because she has won. No matter what, she has won. She who isn't afraid to follow her dreams. She who isn't afraid to fight for her freedom at any cost. She who knows her own worth. She who knows who she is and isn't ashamed.
It's Myka who is trapped. Caught in an impossible choice. She can't live with herself knowing she caused another human being to be trapped for eternity. She simply can't do it. And yet she can't shirk her duty. She has a responsibility, to the Warehouse, to the public. She would lay down her life for her country. That's how it is supposed to be. But she just isn't sure anymore she can sacrifice the other woman's life for their cause.
In her dreams, Myka is haunted. The other woman has taken over her thoughts, invaded her mind. There is no where Myka can escape. She has to make her choice.
“There is more than one way, Myka.” HG taunts her in a soft whisper.
That's when Myka realises, she doesn't have to set the woman free. She doesn't have to capture her and sentence her to eternal damnation either. There is more than one way.
All the while HG is smiling at her, challenging her to do it. Myka thinks that she must. One way or the other, she must end things.
She tells herself she is doing the other woman a favor, sparing her from eternal torment. She tells herself she is doing her job. She tells herself it's the right choice, the only choice. She tells herself that HG wants her to do it. She tells herself that if she does it, the woman will stop haunting her. Things will go back to normal.
She picks up her weapon and aims it, straight towards the other woman's head. She takes a deep breath...
And it's that point in the dream, always that exact moment, that Myka wakes in a cold sweat gasping for air.