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tamingthemuseTitle: She had been wrong
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: Prompt 345 - Avulsion
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters does not belong to me.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
She had lost her daughter. She had lost her sanity. She had lost her friends. She had lost her century.
And then, she had lost her body. She had still had a strong physical presence – even more so with the bronze encasing her – but she had had no control over it. Her body had been trapped. It had been strange at first to be perfectly immobile. She had had itches and cramps that had obsessed her for hours if not days – she could never know. But her mind had been set free. She hadn't been constrained by time or mundane triviality. She had been able to think - her mind spinning madly out of control. She had trained herself to dig deep into her memories. She had taught herself to bring back every details of her life. It had been her way to live, to re-live. It had made the constant darkness a bit more bearable, the loss of her body a little less terrible.
When the bronze had vanished into thin air she had foolishly thought she could start over. What else was there to do?
She should have known better. Her old demons came charging after her once more and loss had been all she could see. She had lost her time. She had lost her illusions about the world. She had lost herself. Again.
They had taken away her body that second time as well. It was strange this obsession they had of rendering bodies useless but keeping the minds alive, as if they were convinced the brilliant minds they trapped could be tamed somehow.
She had thought she had been lost for good that time.
She had lost her second chance. She had lost the Warehouse. She had lost Myka.
The Regents had thought otherwise though and they started to send her a psychologist. She would sit on her chair, her ethereal form not feeling any of its solidity, and she would wait. She refused to use her words. They were too powerful and dangerous. They had created loss after loss. She had to part with them on top of the rest. She had to die.
In spite of her muteness, the psychologist would not leave her alone. Sometimes she would remain on her chair and be silent, waiting for the hour to disappear. Sometimes she would talk about the world in an incoherent flow. But every time Helena would remain quiet. Until the psychologist started talking about Helena.
She learned she was old, impossibly old and yet she was young, impossibly young with her life to live still. She learned she was kind and loved too much. She learned she was strong but that she was allowed to let go once in a while.
She learned she had been wronged. Her life hadn’t been a series of loss.
There had been the blessing of having Christina, there had been the wonders of the Warehouses, there had been a whole new world to explore, there had been the kindness of Myka. There had been hands and hearts extended towards her to help.
She had simply chosen to ignore them and to focus on the losses. But not anymore.
Her life was about to start once more. A wonderful, happy life, filled with rich fullness.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: Prompt 345 - Avulsion
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters does not belong to me.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
She had lost her daughter. She had lost her sanity. She had lost her friends. She had lost her century.
And then, she had lost her body. She had still had a strong physical presence – even more so with the bronze encasing her – but she had had no control over it. Her body had been trapped. It had been strange at first to be perfectly immobile. She had had itches and cramps that had obsessed her for hours if not days – she could never know. But her mind had been set free. She hadn't been constrained by time or mundane triviality. She had been able to think - her mind spinning madly out of control. She had trained herself to dig deep into her memories. She had taught herself to bring back every details of her life. It had been her way to live, to re-live. It had made the constant darkness a bit more bearable, the loss of her body a little less terrible.
When the bronze had vanished into thin air she had foolishly thought she could start over. What else was there to do?
She should have known better. Her old demons came charging after her once more and loss had been all she could see. She had lost her time. She had lost her illusions about the world. She had lost herself. Again.
They had taken away her body that second time as well. It was strange this obsession they had of rendering bodies useless but keeping the minds alive, as if they were convinced the brilliant minds they trapped could be tamed somehow.
She had thought she had been lost for good that time.
She had lost her second chance. She had lost the Warehouse. She had lost Myka.
The Regents had thought otherwise though and they started to send her a psychologist. She would sit on her chair, her ethereal form not feeling any of its solidity, and she would wait. She refused to use her words. They were too powerful and dangerous. They had created loss after loss. She had to part with them on top of the rest. She had to die.
In spite of her muteness, the psychologist would not leave her alone. Sometimes she would remain on her chair and be silent, waiting for the hour to disappear. Sometimes she would talk about the world in an incoherent flow. But every time Helena would remain quiet. Until the psychologist started talking about Helena.
She learned she was old, impossibly old and yet she was young, impossibly young with her life to live still. She learned she was kind and loved too much. She learned she was strong but that she was allowed to let go once in a while.
She learned she had been wronged. Her life hadn’t been a series of loss.
There had been the blessing of having Christina, there had been the wonders of the Warehouses, there had been a whole new world to explore, there had been the kindness of Myka. There had been hands and hearts extended towards her to help.
She had simply chosen to ignore them and to focus on the losses. But not anymore.
Her life was about to start once more. A wonderful, happy life, filled with rich fullness.
