Tag to Warehouse 13's Buried
They emailed, exchanged a few texts here and there, but mostly it was a sporadic thing. He was busy running Global Dynamic and she was dragging the Warehouse into the computer age, one artifact at a time. It seemed only right, with her here and him there, that their relationship stayed light and casual. However, after Warehouse 2 was shut off and Mrs. Fredric finally let her escape Artie's office, she called him. Written words weren't enough for this, couldn't provide the comfort she needed.
What do you do, she asked him, when you find out you have a Destiny?
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, broken only by his ragged breathing. When he finally answered, he didn't sound like the man she'd grown to know through optic fibers and cable wires.
You survive, he replied. You survive and do the best you can with all the curves and twists time throws at you.
It seemed like an odd turn of phrase, but the weight of his meaning settled around her, like an old quilt. There didn't seem like much else to say after that so they said their talk to you laters and hung up.
She stood there, looking out at the empty landscape, the wind tousling her hair as her fingers tightened on the phone. There were no other answers written in the hills for her, only the question.
What do you do?