Inspired by this photo: The Desk of Myka Bering (http://tinyurl.com/7qa8nt5) by ~nowhere89
Disclaimer: Sadly, Warehouse 13 and all it's characters are not mine. If they were, Myka and Hg would get together, and there would be no way in hell that H.G. would stay dead. No. Fucking. Way. These fics are my way of paying homage to two of my favorite and the most amazing characters on modern television, H.G. Wells and Myka Bering. I don't own anything but the words themselves, and am definitely not making any money from this.
Note: This is the rewrite of a flashfic I wrote months ago, but it hasn't been beta-ed or edited or reviewed by anyone, so all mistakes are mine, and I apologize. Reviews and thoughts are greatly appreciated! If you like this one, I may write a sequel or two that are much less angsty and much happier, following the course of season 3. Thoughts?
Myka crumples the report she was trying to write and tosses it in