The Past's Revenge: Chapter 12
Title: The Past's Revenge
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13. There is also a quote in this chapter that belongs to Shakespeare, and is credited when it is shown along with being credited in this disclaimer.
Note: H.G. LOVERS, I AM SHAMELESSLY PROMOTING THIS FIC AS PRO-H.G.!
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Into the Night
Waking up was hell.
First, there had been all her friends and family to deal with.
Pete had been determined to heal her through the power of balloons, stuffed animals and chocolate, Joshua wanted to take her back to Sweden with him and might have never let the matter go if Mrs. Frederic hadn’t shown up and had a four hour “discussion” with him. Claudia didn’t know what had happened, but at the end of it he had been fully on board with her “job at the IRS.” Artie had been alternating being at her bedside for sometime hours at a time, and then vanishing. Claudia understood that he had issues with people he care about being in hospitals, but she wished he would warn her when he was coming - it was hard to talk with someone at three in the morning on hospital drugs.
And she had plenty of questions.
Such as where Myka was, for one. It wasn’t like she was expected the agent to be chummy with her, considering she had led to to her almost death; but she would have liked at least one visit from her in the hospital, at least to explain what the hell had happened with Michael. But she had had to get her answers from H.G. Wells, who had shown up for a visit. She was accompanied by Mrs. Fredric, who was taking her to the Regents to see if saving Myka and Claudia would allow her to be reinstated as a full Warehouse agent.
“She vanished, darling.” H.G. said, comfortingly stroking her hair back from her forehead, and making Claudia wince when she remembered how Myka had so easily done that very same movement to comfort her, too. “Waited to hear the results of your surgery, and simply picked up and left while everyone was at the hospital waiting for you to wake up from that coma of yours.”
A glance to Mrs. Fredric confirmed that H.G. was telling the truth.
It was child’s play to find her, Claudia didn’t even have to do it. Artie had tracked Myka down, just to make sure she hadn’t been taken out of the B&B against her will, but information showed that she was at her parent’s bookstore, and that she was there of her own free will. And that had been the end of that.
Pete was trying to make excuses for Myka, yet Claudia could see the anger in his face. Abandoning your family was the worst thing to do in his book, Claudia knew.
But was she part of Myka’s family, or did that title simply go to her blood-relatives?
Did she really think she could hold the same title as Tracy did?
The answer was clear. Myka hadn’t visited, e-mailed, called or texted anybody from the Warehouse, not even to find out how Claudia was doing. She hadn’t even sent a reply to the text that Pete had sent her telling her that Claudia had waken up from her coma.
As much as she tried not to let it, the abandonment hurt. She and Myka had been through Hell together, but Myka had simply left her alone, with no one else around who had experience what she did. Still, she couldn’t hold it against Myka - this had been Myka’s past, Myka’s problem, and Myka had the right to try and deal with it in her own way.
The rest of her family had taken different approaches to Myka’s absence: Joshua, who had liked Myka upon first meeting her, now had a stormy look on his face whenever anyone mentioned her and mumbled under his breath things he wished he could say to her - most of these were words that would have put Claudia in the corner when she was under his care; Artie, who understood having a dark past that you would have rather forgotten than relive, seemed to be the most lenient on her, but was the least sure she would come back to the Warehouse; Leena had seen Myka’s aura when leaving the B&B and seemed alternately torn between feeling sorry for her and wanting her to come back so she could scream at her for her “selfishness”; Mrs. Frederic simply pursed her lips but said they needed to let Myka “make her own decisions”; H.G. had seemed slightly depressed when telling Claudia that Myka was gone, but seemed the most hopeful that she was coming back - “she absolutely adores you darling, anyone with eyes could see that”.
Claudia was sure it was a bad sign that the person in the Warehouse who knew Myka the least was the most hopeful that she would come back.
She wasn’t even sure what she would say to Myka if she did come back to the Warehouse. “Hey, I’m sorry that your past reared up and nearly got you killed using me as bait?”
But she could put those thoughts out of her head for a while, at least. Vanessa, who could either be found at Claudia or Artie’s side while she was recovering from the coma, was staying in the B&B for a couple of weeks to help her recover. Apparently getting beaten with a baseball bat meant that she needed to work with Vanessa to make sure she was “fit to go back to work”.
Physical therapy was a bitch.
The baseball bat had dislocated her right shoulder, left two major cracks in her skull (no brain damage, though), four broken ribs and a minor fracture in her left hip. The fact that Vanessa thought that this was “minimal damage” meant that something was seriously off with Artie’s new girlfriend, thought Claudia angrily as she went through the set of exercises under Vanessa’s watchful eye.
Artie and Pete were off on the missions that had piled up while watching over Claudia during her coma, Leena was grocery shopping, and Joshua had gone back to Sweden just a few hours ago for a huge project. He had been indecisive, but she had insisted he go, it was a great opportunity and besides, he was slightly getting on her nerves, (she secretly thought Artie felt the same and had pulled some strings - the “huge project” had appeared quite out of the blue). With Joshua around she was unable to talk about the Warehouse while he was around and she was sick of hearing him always hissing about Myka.
So it was just her, Vanessa and her aching body.
Whoopee.
“That was wonderful, Claudia.” Vanessa said as Claudia finished and fell into a chair, panting heavily and gulping down water. “We’ll only do two more sets and be finished for tonight.”
Claudia groaned and slouched, making her hiss as her body complained even more. Luckily, she had a reprieve as Vanessa’s Farnsworth buzzed.
“Excuse me, Claudia. I have to take this.” She said, walking out of the room.
Claudia simply grinned.
“Start your exercises.” Vanessa called from the other room.
“Awww.” Claudia groaned. “She’s worse than Artie,” she mumbled.
“I head that.” Vanessa said, making Claudia moan.
She was doing her exercises, trying to tell her body that if it shut up and got with the program, the pain would be over soon when Vanessa rushed back into the room. Her face sheet white and she looked troubled - to put it mildly.
“Woah, what’s wrong?” Claudia asked. Was Artie hurt? Was Pete?
“I have to go.” Vanessa said, grabbing her doctor’s bag and tossing the Farnsworth into it.
“What’s going on?” Claudia asked, blocking Vanessa’s way as she attempted to get to the door. “If you don’t tell me I’ll call Artie.” She threatened.
“It’s Myka.” Vanessa sighed, a tired look suddenly consuming her face. “She was only able to get a brief message to me, but I know she’s hurt.”
“Then I’m going with you.” Claudia said, grabbing her coat.
“No.” Vanessa said. “You’re still too hurt and Artie would never forgive me if -”
“I need to see her.” Claudia said. “I might be the reason she’s hurt. How do we know another one of Marcus’s friends didn’t come back and -” She cut herself off, desperately hoping that she wasn’t going to walk into another nightmare like the one she had been in a few weeks past.
Vanessa studied her and then abruptly rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Fine. But if Artie doesn’t like this, then you’re taking full responsibility.”
“Done.” Claudia said, opening the B&B door and leading them out into the night.
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13. There is also a quote in this chapter that belongs to Shakespeare, and is credited when it is shown along with being credited in this disclaimer.
Note: H.G. LOVERS, I AM SHAMELESSLY PROMOTING THIS FIC AS PRO-H.G.!
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Into the Night
Waking up was hell.
First, there had been all her friends and family to deal with.
Pete had been determined to heal her through the power of balloons, stuffed animals and chocolate, Joshua wanted to take her back to Sweden with him and might have never let the matter go if Mrs. Frederic hadn’t shown up and had a four hour “discussion” with him. Claudia didn’t know what had happened, but at the end of it he had been fully on board with her “job at the IRS.” Artie had been alternating being at her bedside for sometime hours at a time, and then vanishing. Claudia understood that he had issues with people he care about being in hospitals, but she wished he would warn her when he was coming - it was hard to talk with someone at three in the morning on hospital drugs.
And she had plenty of questions.
Such as where Myka was, for one. It wasn’t like she was expected the agent to be chummy with her, considering she had led to to her almost death; but she would have liked at least one visit from her in the hospital, at least to explain what the hell had happened with Michael. But she had had to get her answers from H.G. Wells, who had shown up for a visit. She was accompanied by Mrs. Fredric, who was taking her to the Regents to see if saving Myka and Claudia would allow her to be reinstated as a full Warehouse agent.
“She vanished, darling.” H.G. said, comfortingly stroking her hair back from her forehead, and making Claudia wince when she remembered how Myka had so easily done that very same movement to comfort her, too. “Waited to hear the results of your surgery, and simply picked up and left while everyone was at the hospital waiting for you to wake up from that coma of yours.”
A glance to Mrs. Fredric confirmed that H.G. was telling the truth.
It was child’s play to find her, Claudia didn’t even have to do it. Artie had tracked Myka down, just to make sure she hadn’t been taken out of the B&B against her will, but information showed that she was at her parent’s bookstore, and that she was there of her own free will. And that had been the end of that.
Pete was trying to make excuses for Myka, yet Claudia could see the anger in his face. Abandoning your family was the worst thing to do in his book, Claudia knew.
But was she part of Myka’s family, or did that title simply go to her blood-relatives?
Did she really think she could hold the same title as Tracy did?
The answer was clear. Myka hadn’t visited, e-mailed, called or texted anybody from the Warehouse, not even to find out how Claudia was doing. She hadn’t even sent a reply to the text that Pete had sent her telling her that Claudia had waken up from her coma.
As much as she tried not to let it, the abandonment hurt. She and Myka had been through Hell together, but Myka had simply left her alone, with no one else around who had experience what she did. Still, she couldn’t hold it against Myka - this had been Myka’s past, Myka’s problem, and Myka had the right to try and deal with it in her own way.
The rest of her family had taken different approaches to Myka’s absence: Joshua, who had liked Myka upon first meeting her, now had a stormy look on his face whenever anyone mentioned her and mumbled under his breath things he wished he could say to her - most of these were words that would have put Claudia in the corner when she was under his care; Artie, who understood having a dark past that you would have rather forgotten than relive, seemed to be the most lenient on her, but was the least sure she would come back to the Warehouse; Leena had seen Myka’s aura when leaving the B&B and seemed alternately torn between feeling sorry for her and wanting her to come back so she could scream at her for her “selfishness”; Mrs. Frederic simply pursed her lips but said they needed to let Myka “make her own decisions”; H.G. had seemed slightly depressed when telling Claudia that Myka was gone, but seemed the most hopeful that she was coming back - “she absolutely adores you darling, anyone with eyes could see that”.
Claudia was sure it was a bad sign that the person in the Warehouse who knew Myka the least was the most hopeful that she would come back.
She wasn’t even sure what she would say to Myka if she did come back to the Warehouse. “Hey, I’m sorry that your past reared up and nearly got you killed using me as bait?”
But she could put those thoughts out of her head for a while, at least. Vanessa, who could either be found at Claudia or Artie’s side while she was recovering from the coma, was staying in the B&B for a couple of weeks to help her recover. Apparently getting beaten with a baseball bat meant that she needed to work with Vanessa to make sure she was “fit to go back to work”.
Physical therapy was a bitch.
The baseball bat had dislocated her right shoulder, left two major cracks in her skull (no brain damage, though), four broken ribs and a minor fracture in her left hip. The fact that Vanessa thought that this was “minimal damage” meant that something was seriously off with Artie’s new girlfriend, thought Claudia angrily as she went through the set of exercises under Vanessa’s watchful eye.
Artie and Pete were off on the missions that had piled up while watching over Claudia during her coma, Leena was grocery shopping, and Joshua had gone back to Sweden just a few hours ago for a huge project. He had been indecisive, but she had insisted he go, it was a great opportunity and besides, he was slightly getting on her nerves, (she secretly thought Artie felt the same and had pulled some strings - the “huge project” had appeared quite out of the blue). With Joshua around she was unable to talk about the Warehouse while he was around and she was sick of hearing him always hissing about Myka.
So it was just her, Vanessa and her aching body.
Whoopee.
“That was wonderful, Claudia.” Vanessa said as Claudia finished and fell into a chair, panting heavily and gulping down water. “We’ll only do two more sets and be finished for tonight.”
Claudia groaned and slouched, making her hiss as her body complained even more. Luckily, she had a reprieve as Vanessa’s Farnsworth buzzed.
“Excuse me, Claudia. I have to take this.” She said, walking out of the room.
Claudia simply grinned.
“Start your exercises.” Vanessa called from the other room.
“Awww.” Claudia groaned. “She’s worse than Artie,” she mumbled.
“I head that.” Vanessa said, making Claudia moan.
She was doing her exercises, trying to tell her body that if it shut up and got with the program, the pain would be over soon when Vanessa rushed back into the room. Her face sheet white and she looked troubled - to put it mildly.
“Woah, what’s wrong?” Claudia asked. Was Artie hurt? Was Pete?
“I have to go.” Vanessa said, grabbing her doctor’s bag and tossing the Farnsworth into it.
“What’s going on?” Claudia asked, blocking Vanessa’s way as she attempted to get to the door. “If you don’t tell me I’ll call Artie.” She threatened.
“It’s Myka.” Vanessa sighed, a tired look suddenly consuming her face. “She was only able to get a brief message to me, but I know she’s hurt.”
“Then I’m going with you.” Claudia said, grabbing her coat.
“No.” Vanessa said. “You’re still too hurt and Artie would never forgive me if -”
“I need to see her.” Claudia said. “I might be the reason she’s hurt. How do we know another one of Marcus’s friends didn’t come back and -” She cut herself off, desperately hoping that she wasn’t going to walk into another nightmare like the one she had been in a few weeks past.
Vanessa studied her and then abruptly rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Fine. But if Artie doesn’t like this, then you’re taking full responsibility.”
“Done.” Claudia said, opening the B&B door and leading them out into the night.