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tamingthemuseTitle: Everything would be alright
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #282 - No one dare disturb the sound of silence
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was the evening after the explosion at the warehouse, after the death of the building and the destruction of all the artifacts inside.
It was the evening after the explosion at the warehouse, after the death of the building and the destruction of all the artifacts inside. Pete, Leena, Claudia, Artie and Myka were all sitting in the living room of the bed and breakfast, lost in thoughts. Claudia was typing frantically on her laptop for no one knew exactly what reason. Leena was holding a hot cup of tea and was sipping it slowly her eyes half closed. Artie was working on the pocket watch, trying to fix it to bring back everything into its right place. Myka was staring blankly into space, not really seeing anything. And Pete was observing everyone. He wanted to crack a joke, he wanted to speak and end this horrible oppressing silence full of anguish, sadness and loss. He wanted to stop it and fill it with laughter and joy or at least fill it with sound to make the atmosphere more breathable and less oppressive. But he couldn't. No words would come out of his mouth as he seemed to be the only one connected to this reality. Every one else around him seemed to be trapped into their own world and Pete was sure he couldn't reach any of them with words, even if he tried to. Unconsciously he didn't want to reach Artie because bothering him would mean delaying the fixing of the watch and so delaying the return of his normal world. But he desperately wanted to go to Claudia and Myka to hold them tight into his arms. He didn't want to tell them that everything would be alright because even if he knew it would, he also knew they wouldn't believe him and that his words would ring false to them. He had lived through what they were living now: the death of a loved one. He knew what it felt like and he knew how words were useless. But he also knew he needed to do something, to help them, to show them he was here and that no matter what they believed right now everything would be alright. Artie would fix everything and everyone would be saved because Artie was good at his job and anyway there was no other option. Life couldn't stay like this, empty of the warehouse and with Mrs Frederick gone for good. She couldn't die, wasn't allowed to. And life certainly couldn't stay with Myka being sad and empty all the time and Claudia moody and dark. It was not who they were, it was not who they were meant to be.
Pete looked at them both more intently. He could easily recognize the emptiness in their eyes and the tears hidden behind them that they didn't dare shed right now, not in front of everyone when crying would make things too real. His heart clenched at seeing them like this, so opposite to their natural selves. He could feel the silence pressing on him, urging him to break it, to do something to change the atmosphere. But speaking was useless in those situation, speaking was too much and would only make the silence more oppressing and embarrassing afterwards. So Pete simply stood up, reached for Claudia's laptop and took it away from her. She tried to protest but her voice was too hoarse to utter more than a barely audible broken sound. Pete didn't take notice of her aborted protest and hugged her tight, focusing on transmitting all the good thoughts and support he couldn't voice. And without waiting, one of his arms reached for Myka and brought her into the embrace. She tried to struggle free at first, as Claudia had, but both gave up quickly knowing it was useless and that Pete knew it just as well as they did. And soon, they were clinging to him, desperately clinging to him as if their lives depending on him. Pete dared a little smile as he felt the silence change around him. It wasn't so charged with electricity and awkwardness anymore. It was a little more alive, a little more real. It was still full of sadness and despair but Pete could feel a tinge of hope as the hands of Claudia and Myka were clutching his shirt, holding on to life, holding on to what would be, starting to trust things might end up alright after all if only they all believed in Artie, if only they all believed in themselves.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #282 - No one dare disturb the sound of silence
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was the evening after the explosion at the warehouse, after the death of the building and the destruction of all the artifacts inside.
It was the evening after the explosion at the warehouse, after the death of the building and the destruction of all the artifacts inside. Pete, Leena, Claudia, Artie and Myka were all sitting in the living room of the bed and breakfast, lost in thoughts. Claudia was typing frantically on her laptop for no one knew exactly what reason. Leena was holding a hot cup of tea and was sipping it slowly her eyes half closed. Artie was working on the pocket watch, trying to fix it to bring back everything into its right place. Myka was staring blankly into space, not really seeing anything. And Pete was observing everyone. He wanted to crack a joke, he wanted to speak and end this horrible oppressing silence full of anguish, sadness and loss. He wanted to stop it and fill it with laughter and joy or at least fill it with sound to make the atmosphere more breathable and less oppressive. But he couldn't. No words would come out of his mouth as he seemed to be the only one connected to this reality. Every one else around him seemed to be trapped into their own world and Pete was sure he couldn't reach any of them with words, even if he tried to. Unconsciously he didn't want to reach Artie because bothering him would mean delaying the fixing of the watch and so delaying the return of his normal world. But he desperately wanted to go to Claudia and Myka to hold them tight into his arms. He didn't want to tell them that everything would be alright because even if he knew it would, he also knew they wouldn't believe him and that his words would ring false to them. He had lived through what they were living now: the death of a loved one. He knew what it felt like and he knew how words were useless. But he also knew he needed to do something, to help them, to show them he was here and that no matter what they believed right now everything would be alright. Artie would fix everything and everyone would be saved because Artie was good at his job and anyway there was no other option. Life couldn't stay like this, empty of the warehouse and with Mrs Frederick gone for good. She couldn't die, wasn't allowed to. And life certainly couldn't stay with Myka being sad and empty all the time and Claudia moody and dark. It was not who they were, it was not who they were meant to be.
Pete looked at them both more intently. He could easily recognize the emptiness in their eyes and the tears hidden behind them that they didn't dare shed right now, not in front of everyone when crying would make things too real. His heart clenched at seeing them like this, so opposite to their natural selves. He could feel the silence pressing on him, urging him to break it, to do something to change the atmosphere. But speaking was useless in those situation, speaking was too much and would only make the silence more oppressing and embarrassing afterwards. So Pete simply stood up, reached for Claudia's laptop and took it away from her. She tried to protest but her voice was too hoarse to utter more than a barely audible broken sound. Pete didn't take notice of her aborted protest and hugged her tight, focusing on transmitting all the good thoughts and support he couldn't voice. And without waiting, one of his arms reached for Myka and brought her into the embrace. She tried to struggle free at first, as Claudia had, but both gave up quickly knowing it was useless and that Pete knew it just as well as they did. And soon, they were clinging to him, desperately clinging to him as if their lives depending on him. Pete dared a little smile as he felt the silence change around him. It wasn't so charged with electricity and awkwardness anymore. It was a little more alive, a little more real. It was still full of sadness and despair but Pete could feel a tinge of hope as the hands of Claudia and Myka were clutching his shirt, holding on to life, holding on to what would be, starting to trust things might end up alright after all if only they all believed in Artie, if only they all believed in themselves.
