Fic: The Three Bears, Part V

Sep 05, 2012 21:43

Title: The Three Bears, Part V
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: T
Words: 316
Summary: Claudia wants to know about the baby, and Artie wants to discuss Vanessa.
Notes: Written for self_preserving, prompt was Artie and Claudia, conversation topic Vanessa.

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As Artie passes the baby to Vanessa, Claudia hears her utter: "you should probably talk to her." Artie watches her leave before turning to Claudia, his face silent but full of questions.

"I finished that work you wanted." Claudia doesn't give him a chance to speak, going over to the printer for the stack of FBI files he's asked her to decode. "I didn't see any correlations or proof that I know anything more about what's going on, but that's to be expected, I guess."

As she holds the files out, Claudia's hoping her disappointment of not being included isn't showing. Artie takes the files and flips through a few pages before tossing them onto the nearest table.

"You're upset."

"No I'm not."

"No?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I did just spend the last hour of my life doing everything you've asked me to do. Including hacking into a highly sensitive mainframe just to have you toss everything aside like yesterday's garbage."

"I'm not talking about the pages, Claudia-" Artie pauses, holding his palms up. "I'm talking about Vanessa."

"What about Vanessa?" Claudia's defenses immediately go up as her arms cross and she leans to one side.

"You're upset with me because I haven't told you what's going on."

"You haven't told any of us what's going on-" Her voice rises.

"There are just some things I can't tell you." The agitation in his voice grows. "And until you're the Caretaker of this Warehouse, that's the way it goes."

"But you can tell Vanessa?" The pit in Claudia's stomach grows.

"Yes, because not only is she privy to what's going on, she's the woman I love, and you don't get that information, Claudia. Not now, not ever." As he stares her down, Claudia realizes it's probably the first time he's said it aloud.

"Fine." She storms off before he can say anything else.

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fic: warehouse 13, for dall with love

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