Post it note challenge! Prompt: scarf. Feel free to drop a prompt on my ask, and I have to fit a Drabble onto a post it!
OK, so, we can talk about how awful her death was and how terrified she was all if you want, that’s cool. Because, yes, Leena was terrified and hurting and all her scenes with Artie were brilliant and her death broke my heart.
But: she was terrified. She turned to go. And then she stayed.
I’m going to just repeat that one more time: Leena, who has no combat training, who feels threatened and unsure and terrified for her safety and the safety of a friend, almost leaves and then she chooses to stay. Everyone in Warehouse 13 is brave - Claudia almost loses everything trying to save Joshua from the compass, Pete, Myka and Steve regularly throw themselves in the line of fire to protect people. But Leena, here - this moment, and when she turns to go and then turns back because she will not leave Artie, she will not give up on him and leave him to whatever is threatening all of them, even when Mrs. Frederic has told her to? That’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.
Myka, Pete and Steve kick ass with their swords. Artie and Claudia face down their inner demons. There are so many different types of courage, and Leena’s decision to stay - even though she’s scared, even though she has instructions which say otherwise - is a moment of absolutely breathtaking compassion. And, yes, courage. She dies alone and scared and vulnerable at the hands of someone she thought was her friend, someone she was trying to help. She dies bravely, too. This is not a contradiction.
Manniping them closer and adding in “caught you boob staring!” and it still looks like a normal gay in the day for Bering and Wells. Kudos ladies, 4 for you.
“Take a firm grip of it, like so. Yes, good, there we are.”
She willfully ignores the flush of heat that suffuses her from head to toe when Helena’s hands slide over hers, curling her fingers around the grip of the grappler. Worse still, not only can she hear that low, richly accented voice, but she can feel the words curling off her tongue as the warmth of her breath becomes trapped in Myka’s hair, spilling over her neck. She suppresses the shudder, but only barely.
(She has a feeling Helena notices anyway. She doesn’t have to turn her head to see the maddening, magnetic, impossibly handsome smirk that has curled over Helena’s lips; she can hear it in her voice.)
“Now aim carefully, and—!”
The trigger squeezed, the hook zips off into the uncharted depths of the Warehouse, the rope unfurling with the high buzz of friction. A sharp clang sounds a moment or two later, and the line is pulled taut.
“None too poor a show at all, Agent Bering. You may be a natural,” the Victorian’s voice drawls, yet lingering suspiciously close to her ear.
Still, it takes a couple more tries and a few more hands-on pointers. Just to get it right, really, she just wants to be sure.
decided I hadn’t drawn in a while and to do some practice doodles. also decided since Bering and Wells don’t touch enough, I will make them, goddamnit. also also now with ficlet because I can.
This sums up several relationships I have, all in which I am Pete and they judge me.
Pete bonds with HG.
Agent Bering is not available at the moment. Please try again later. Much later.
Myka/HG is shamelessly canon, and I don’t know why it took me so long to draw them<3
Oh…Starbucks made me sad. They’ve played this like 5 times since I’ve been here.
We make a good team
Mostly Bering and Wells…with a hint of Artie/Vanessa.
Perhaps she was selfish, but Myka Bering had asked, and Helena had come. She hadn’t seen HG in several weeks. Both busy in their lives. Trying to live them. There is still something between them that neither can let go.
The last time they met it was a café in Nice. This time they meet at children’s store in Colorado Springs. They are still only friends. Now, not for the first time, Myka was wondering if it might have been a bad idea, to invite Helena back here to meet the little child who has bestowed the title of “Aunt” upon Myka. Worried it might expose to the surface wounds that might never heal, or bring up subjects that they have been dancing around for what seems like forever.
“You are going to spoil the baby.” Helena says looking bemusedly at the pile of toys and clothes Myka has in her arms. Myka can barely see over the top before she places them on the counter.
“That the Aunt’s job,” she says.
Looking around the store, Helena finds a tiny toy bear, and her expression darkens.
Not knowing if she should ask this, but the words are out of her mouth before she can process them. “Have you ever thought about getting married or something, having more children? You are a free woman with a whole new life with endless possibilities, choices.” She tries to ask this lightly. She isn’t sure that she succeeds. They are close friends: She can ask this. She has heard of Helena’s exploits in her new, mostly non-Warehouse life. She is slightly envious, but mostly happy for the woman who has seemed to have turned her life around…and Myka’s, always upside down. Myka wonders now what place she has in Helena’s life anymore. Friend? Something more? Does she even still have a place?
“I rather think not. I’m far too old for such endeavors if not in body, in spirit. This world is still a place fraught with terror. No one can replace my Christina, and in our line of work, being alone may be the safer course of action for all parties involved.” Helena huffs, “Plus, it seems, my unique and sparkling personality tends to overwhelm all of my recent romantic prospects. You would think in this modern age; I wouldn’t have to keep up both sides of the conversation. It is a challenge.”
“God…you are so much like Artie,” Myka exclaims causing Helena to do a double take with a look that can only be qualified as abject disgust.
Just like Artie, pushing away people that love you , that could share your life, like Dr. Vanessa and …people.” Myka still can’t voice what is in her heart. Is she even needed in H.G.’s life anymore?
“Well, I for one, would never push away Dr. Vanessa. She is quite the charming and beautiful woman, and now that she is free perhaps I should give her a call…” Helena teases, trying to change the subject.
In no mood for jokes, Myka tries not to be distracted by the way Helena’s mouth curves around the words. She is angry: With herself, with Helena, with Artie, with the Warehouse. She is letting thing slip through her fingers once more. “You are too late again, Bunny.” She can hear Sam’s voice.
“Were you aware that Vanessa has bought a house in Univille”? Helena asks, far more serious than she was a moment ago. Myka shakes her head. How the hell would HG know that?
“Artie’s is very fortunate to have a woman who will not give up on him. Who believes in him. For an old fool, he has excellent taste.” And suddenly Myka knows that they are not talking about Artie and Vanessa anymore.
She looks down. A second ago, Myka was worried about missed chances slipping through her fingers, now she looks at Helena’s hand that has slipped into her’s, and Helena is looking at her in that way that makes her heart skip and her stomach flop. The hell with being angry. Myka Bering has never let anything go without a fight.
“Well, they do make a good team. “ Myka muses pointedly. She squeezes Helena’s hand, and Helena returns the sentiment. Helena places the little bear that she had been holding with her other hand on the counter. “From Aunt Helena” and with those words, her place in Helena’s world, both their worlds, becomes a little less scary.
WIFE WIFE YOU DID SO GOOD. Yes. I just fangirled so much when Vanessa was all ‘We make a good team’ and I got Bering And Wells feels and Artie/Vanessa feels and ugh. They are both so perfect.
I want to take a moment and appreciate how well Warehouse 13 handles it’s older characters.
Whether Hugo, Rebecca, Jane, Vanessa and certainly Artie and I’ll include Mrs. F too, the show doesn’t treat them as props or aged cliches, but as human beings, recognizing the depth and breadth of their lives, and as fully realized as their younger counterparts. They are simply written as people, and you don’t have to be their peer to relate to them and feel for them or understand their experiences. Artie’s sweet, insecure courting of Vanessa is not an alien experience to any of us and I give them credit for portraying it.
And there’s not many “adventure” shows that would put their elder Agent front and center so often. They would usually be a peripheral sidekick. Certainly most other shows would have had the resident male hunk (okay, Pete, that can be you) as the person at the center of this season’s arc, for instance - the one to have saved the day with the Astrolabe (with the older Dad figure being the sacrificial character, the one bleeding on the floor) and the Hunk the one tormented and affected by his decisions throughout the season.
Maybe it’s because the very idea of the Warehouse’s mythos, which covers time and history and generations of Agents and continuity and mortality and respect for artifact (ancient) objects, that it makes it easier for the show to integrate its senior characters so well, but there’s no doubt they do it. With a number of things that might be frustrating us about the narrative lately, I wanted to be fair and remember one of the things they get consistently right much of the time.
Oh I’m so glad someone else said this. Artie and Vanessa are adorable. (Even if I felt I missed the part where suddenly these two have been “having dinner” once a month? Oh well, retcon, whatever).
It’s just one more way that Warehouse subverts so many of the tired old stereotypes you find in “adventure” shows. And the end scene with these two. Ugh SO MANY POINTS. Here is Artie, trying (with good reason) to be noble and protect Vanessa and she just flat out calls him on his bullshit WITHOUT getting angry/hysterical/defensive. Yes she can see why he is doing what he’s doing but she isn’t going to shrink away like an insecure wilting flower, OR freak out because suddenly “Artie doesn’t love her” (or the usual bullshit that female characters are often portrayed like in these circumstances. That’s not to say this has never been done well, it has, but Vanessa’s response was fantastic). She’s not naive, she’s not incapable of protecting herself, she knows damn well what the risks of being a Warehouse agent are, and while she’s willing to let Artie go do what he thinks he needs to do, she’s not letting him “go”.
I also freaking love that “the call of nature” is apparently a code for “Shits about to get real.“
I have Vanessa Calder feels after this episode. I was shouting at my screen (which actually doesn’t happen all that often) for him to give her the box. Broke me.
Please please please will someone with mad photoshop skillz (I’m looking at you Three) make a ‘We make a good team’ comparison between Myka, Helena and Artie, Vanessa because I KNOW y’all thought of it when Dr V said her thing.
