Fic: The Three Bears
Title: The Three Bears
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: T
Words: 324
Summary: "We have to be quiet, Myks-" he says at a near whisper. "Or else we'll wake the three bears."
Notes: Written for self_preserving, prompt was Artie/Vanessa, abandoned baby.
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"Pete? What are you doing?" Coming down the stairs, Myka catches her partner peeking around a corner, almost as if Leena's laid cookies out and he's afraid to swipe some. She remembers the berating he received last time from swiping the majority of the peanut butter oatmeal batch, Mrs. Frederick's favorite.
Pete looks over his shoulder, holding a finger to his lips as she approaches before resuming his look around the corner.
"We have to be quiet, Myks-" he says at a near whisper. "Or else we'll wake the three bears."
"Three bears?" Holding onto Pete, Myka peers around the corner to see what he's talking about. All she sees is Artie asleep on Leena's sofa, head tilted back while lightly snoring with a bundle of blankets against his chest. Vanessa's curled into him with one arm supporting the bundle while her head rests against Artie's shoulder.
Myka steps back, a look of unregistered thought percolating in her brain as Pete faces her. "Something's happened, Pete. Aren't those two a little old to be, you know, procreating?"
"See? That's what I thought. I knew the apocalypse was coming early this year. We should never trust the Mayans, Myks."
"Where did that baby come from?"
"I don't know. The stork? Although with Artie, anything's possible. Maybe there's an artifact in the Warehouse that you know, clones people? Ooh, we should see if there's some kind of Dolly the Sheep Machine. Think about it. We could spin our own wool, and totally not freeze our asses off in the winter-"
"I'm thinking we need to find Claudia. If anyone knows about this, it's her." Myka pauses before turning towards the door. Pete looks back to Artie and Vanessa and smiles as Artie's head shifts, leaning against Vanessa's.
"You really shouldn't be that cute, guys. It's not becoming your age and well, Artie, your grumpiness."
"Pete-" He hears Myka's rasp, and turns to follow.
Part Two
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: T
Words: 324
Summary: "We have to be quiet, Myks-" he says at a near whisper. "Or else we'll wake the three bears."
Notes: Written for self_preserving, prompt was Artie/Vanessa, abandoned baby.
--
"Pete? What are you doing?" Coming down the stairs, Myka catches her partner peeking around a corner, almost as if Leena's laid cookies out and he's afraid to swipe some. She remembers the berating he received last time from swiping the majority of the peanut butter oatmeal batch, Mrs. Frederick's favorite.
Pete looks over his shoulder, holding a finger to his lips as she approaches before resuming his look around the corner.
"We have to be quiet, Myks-" he says at a near whisper. "Or else we'll wake the three bears."
"Three bears?" Holding onto Pete, Myka peers around the corner to see what he's talking about. All she sees is Artie asleep on Leena's sofa, head tilted back while lightly snoring with a bundle of blankets against his chest. Vanessa's curled into him with one arm supporting the bundle while her head rests against Artie's shoulder.
Myka steps back, a look of unregistered thought percolating in her brain as Pete faces her. "Something's happened, Pete. Aren't those two a little old to be, you know, procreating?"
"See? That's what I thought. I knew the apocalypse was coming early this year. We should never trust the Mayans, Myks."
"Where did that baby come from?"
"I don't know. The stork? Although with Artie, anything's possible. Maybe there's an artifact in the Warehouse that you know, clones people? Ooh, we should see if there's some kind of Dolly the Sheep Machine. Think about it. We could spin our own wool, and totally not freeze our asses off in the winter-"
"I'm thinking we need to find Claudia. If anyone knows about this, it's her." Myka pauses before turning towards the door. Pete looks back to Artie and Vanessa and smiles as Artie's head shifts, leaning against Vanessa's.
"You really shouldn't be that cute, guys. It's not becoming your age and well, Artie, your grumpiness."
"Pete-" He hears Myka's rasp, and turns to follow.
Part Two