Animus Imperat 1/?
Title: Animus Imperat 1/?
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 537
Rating: T/PG13 ish
Pairing(s): eventual Myka/H.G.
Notes: Takes place after H.G. joins the team, but before the finale drama.
Such a temptation….
Myka Berring sat upon the cold cement floor of the warehouse. Drawing pictures upon the glass before her. She watched curiously, as her reflection followed suit and tried to make out the patterns that were being reflected back to her. “I don’t understand how I’m supposed to work with her if I’m not allowed to trust her. Everything’s so backwards,” Myka said, in nothing louder than a whisper. She surveyed her surroundings nervously. How would she begin to explain what she was doing if the others found her? How could she explain to them that the only person she felt she could confide in was the evil entity that was Alice?
An alluding vacation….
Ever since she'd been back from her trip across the rippled glass, she had noticed things weren’t quite the way they seemed. It started out with things moving just in the corner of her vision, voices calling to her when no one was around, and other such strangities that frankly shouldn’t be there. She had written it off as stress, possibly a little post trauma after shock, or even sleep deprivation. After all, the nightmares that continued to plague her unconscious were hardly a reprieve for her weary mind.
A mindless invitation….
Finally, one day it had happened. She had caught her own reflection smirking back at her, even though she could clearly feel her face falling to the familiar patterns of shock. The glint in its eyes as it waved back, reminded her much more of Alice’s maddening look than her own.
Into your skin.
She had avoided her reflection for days: ignoring the alluring promises, blocking out the malicious taunts, anything to distance herself from the truth that she wasn’t altogether ready to face.
A total damnation….
Was she truly losing her mind? Were the strange visions and sounds merely a residual effect of her time spent on the other side? Had something of Alice stayed inside her when they switched back and if so was it dangerous? She knew she should tell the others, but with everything going on around their world, she felt safer investigating the questions on her own. Besides, Myka promised herself, if anything did come of it, she’d tell them when she had proof.
An evil invasion….
That twisted winding path, be it into wonderland or madness, is what lead her to her current predicament: sitting on the floor, confiding in shades and shadows. She tilted her head against the glass and sighed. Somewhere she had lost her way and reality didn’t seem so appealing anymore anyways. Madness or Wonderland, she asked her image absently. “Why can’t it be both?” the reflection seductively replied.
Without observation….
She may not have been Alice and the mirror certainly wasn’t the looking glass of Lewis Carroll, but the parallels were not lost on her. “I should head back,” she whispered, absently twisting a curl around her finger. “The other’s will be wondering where I am.” Her reflection sighed knowingly, as they both heard the clacking off boots headed their way. Myka reached up and pulled the sheet back over the mirror, rose to her feet, and headed in the direction of the noise.
Deep down within.
XXXXXX
Part 2
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 537
Rating: T/PG13 ish
Pairing(s): eventual Myka/H.G.
Notes: Takes place after H.G. joins the team, but before the finale drama.
Such a temptation….
Myka Berring sat upon the cold cement floor of the warehouse. Drawing pictures upon the glass before her. She watched curiously, as her reflection followed suit and tried to make out the patterns that were being reflected back to her. “I don’t understand how I’m supposed to work with her if I’m not allowed to trust her. Everything’s so backwards,” Myka said, in nothing louder than a whisper. She surveyed her surroundings nervously. How would she begin to explain what she was doing if the others found her? How could she explain to them that the only person she felt she could confide in was the evil entity that was Alice?
An alluding vacation….
Ever since she'd been back from her trip across the rippled glass, she had noticed things weren’t quite the way they seemed. It started out with things moving just in the corner of her vision, voices calling to her when no one was around, and other such strangities that frankly shouldn’t be there. She had written it off as stress, possibly a little post trauma after shock, or even sleep deprivation. After all, the nightmares that continued to plague her unconscious were hardly a reprieve for her weary mind.
A mindless invitation….
Finally, one day it had happened. She had caught her own reflection smirking back at her, even though she could clearly feel her face falling to the familiar patterns of shock. The glint in its eyes as it waved back, reminded her much more of Alice’s maddening look than her own.
Into your skin.
She had avoided her reflection for days: ignoring the alluring promises, blocking out the malicious taunts, anything to distance herself from the truth that she wasn’t altogether ready to face.
A total damnation….
Was she truly losing her mind? Were the strange visions and sounds merely a residual effect of her time spent on the other side? Had something of Alice stayed inside her when they switched back and if so was it dangerous? She knew she should tell the others, but with everything going on around their world, she felt safer investigating the questions on her own. Besides, Myka promised herself, if anything did come of it, she’d tell them when she had proof.
An evil invasion….
That twisted winding path, be it into wonderland or madness, is what lead her to her current predicament: sitting on the floor, confiding in shades and shadows. She tilted her head against the glass and sighed. Somewhere she had lost her way and reality didn’t seem so appealing anymore anyways. Madness or Wonderland, she asked her image absently. “Why can’t it be both?” the reflection seductively replied.
Without observation….
She may not have been Alice and the mirror certainly wasn’t the looking glass of Lewis Carroll, but the parallels were not lost on her. “I should head back,” she whispered, absently twisting a curl around her finger. “The other’s will be wondering where I am.” Her reflection sighed knowingly, as they both heard the clacking off boots headed their way. Myka reached up and pulled the sheet back over the mirror, rose to her feet, and headed in the direction of the noise.
Deep down within.
XXXXXX
Part 2