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MIX: Warehouse 13 | Nothing Is An Accident | PG | Ensemble; H.G./Myka
Title: Nothing Is An Accident
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: PG
Pairing: H.G./Myka undertones
Warning: Reference to canon character death (sort of). Spoilers for the fic.
Summary: A fanmix following the events of the excellent fic Perhaps not to to be.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: It was a pleasure to create this mix. I had a lot of fun doing so.
"So, her final moments are spent without fear. She has no illusions about eternal paradise – her immortal soul is, if not completely rotted, then surely a little scuffed around the edges – and this sudden propensity for self-sacrifice could never absolve her of her sins. It just doesn’t particularly matter to Helena: the day had been saved, the barrier looks to be working, and the world can ask nothing more of her. There are, on the whole, worse ways to die."
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all
Just to end up right back here on the floor
To end up right back here in on the floor
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell
But I'm not scared at all...
—Crystal Ball; P!nk
"She smashes her fists into the ground before she has chance to realise that it doesn’t make sense, over and over and over again. Her body has been taken away from her again, and she died with so many things left she wanted to do, and Christina is always somewhere else. Hot tears splash onto the back of her hands, and she feels her whole body shaking – she’s angry and hurt and it isn’t fair. She was never this noble, and she thought – they all thought – that Sykes had lost and that they’d won, and this isn’t how it was supposed to be."
Where does this mean world cast its cold eye
Who's left to suffer long about you
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder
—Deep Red Bells; Neko Case
Myka must pick up on that somehow, because when she next starts to speak, her words are wrapped in barbed wire. “You went and killed yourself in front of me. You made me - I thought we had won and then you made me watch you die, I mean, Helena. That’s so selfish - and I can’t forgive that, I can’t forgive you, for making... for pulling a stunt like this.”
Myka pauses to scrub at her eyes, but Helena knows that way she has of scrunching all her body to the side and raising her chin. Myka isn’t sad, she’s livid.
What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake?
Our families to ashes, our ambitions to dust
Our progeny in silence thinking, "What about us?"
But don't forget
The dance of neglect
The march for empowering prosperity
The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity
Just maternal residue, and I was there too
And maybe so were you
—Victims of the Revolution; Bad Religion
"“I don’t believe in ghosts,” she tells the others, and so Helena does the only reasonable thing she can: she steals the pen from Claudia’s hands, presses it against a fresh sheet of paper, and scrawls where everyone can see it, ‘I strongly suggest you reconsider.'"
There's something going on that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
No one's going to say goodnight
There's something going on that's not quite right
—Strange; R.E.M.
"Pete’s mother, at least, has the decency to look a little uncomfortable. It looks as though Helena surmised correctly – a Cinderella deal; they’ll hunt down and destroy whatever artefact is keeping her here in the morning, which means she has a few hours left in the Bed and Breakfast at most. After which, presumably, she will be asked to say goodbye to them once more.
She aches all over at the thought. Asks herself how many more times her heart can break. And then she smiles at that, bitter, twisted, because this will be the very last."
Like a bond true and pure we're never quite sure
Our choice in the play, it erodes away
When you can't, can't compete it ends with total defeat
You just let it go so nobody knows you're suffering
You can do what you want to me
'cause I don't have the energy
To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand
But I feel the sting from
Fate's cruel hand
—Fate's Cruel Hand; Greg Graffin
"She still doesn’t know, is the only thing – how to say goodbye. And maybe it is selfish, and maybe Claudia is hurting, but Helena wants - She wants to have this moment, uncomfortable and imperfect, because she’s standing on the cusp of an eternity without them at all. Helena has never pretended to be selfless."
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
There is nowhere else I would rather be
but I can't just be right here
An enigma wrapped in a mystery
or a fool consumed by fear
—For You; Barenaked Ladies
"And so they gather around the table, the strange broken pieces of them: Artie, who is making a valiant effort to ignore the levitating tea cup beside him; Myka, who has retreated back into herself; Pete, who acts the buffoon more than ever; Claudia, who ignores everyone save their resident ghost; Leena, who seems to be trying for cheeriness, and then Helena. She doesn’t really think that she’s changed, but the dead homicidal maniac at the breakfast table should never be the last bastion of normality, and so she supposes that makes her broken enough."
Never really understood why the coming down
Seems to last forever
And this constant change of feelings is making me reel
It's making me...
Wanna get off, I want it to stop
[These are our lessons, learn them well]
You can't get off; I want to check out
[These are the lessons we live to learn]
You can't get off, no you can't stop it
—All the Fun of the Fair; Anthony Stewart Head
"Most days, admittedly, are ones in which she will regret Yellowstone, or at least admit that it had been a mistake. On some, she wonders if her real mistake had only been one of scale: targeting the entire world was a little unreasonable, but just one or two – just the Regents, and the Warehouse; just enough that they could never harm anyone else again – that might have been, if not forgivable, successful."
Now no one had better touch me right now
In this cold-blooded thick skin
Oh I said you better run real fast
When you hear that rattlin' sound
Well, you better run real fast, man,
Or this one's gonna knock you down
I sit alone and try to shed this skin that I live in
Trying to clear my vision once again
—Rattlesnake Smile; Christian Kane
"Helena’s elegant cursive doesn’t falter for an instant as she replies, ‘I doubt I possess the moral high ground in such matters. No matter your choice, I would rather you emerge from this unscathed. Whether or not I agree, you will always have my assistance.’
Claudia doesn’t say anything at that, but she inclines her head towards where she must imagine Helena to be. Her forehead actually brushes against Helena’s thigh, but Helena makes no move to stop her and the moment curls between them like treacle off a spoon.
“Thank you,” Claudia whispers, and bites her lip before she can say something else."
Let it cover you with grace
Let it take you from this place
And as your heart races
Pack your suitcases
And in the middle of the desert
There's an Oasis
—Oasis; Grace Potter
"She wants- Helena doesn’t know what she wants. She thinks that she wants Myka to know that much, at least – preferably before she does irreparable harm to her relationship with Claudia - and she wants both Claudia and Myka (and, in a considerably more abstract way, Leena, Artie and Pete and the rest of the world) to be safe and to be happy, and she wants - she wants to be known. For Myka to know her. Wants it like burning, wants someone to gut her so Myka can write her name all over the rest of Helena, and wants Myka to be able to read her like a language the world forgot. Wants to be flayed open just for her, and for Myka to reach inside and pull Helena inside out, just so they both know that Myka can tear her apart and remake her however she chooses. Wants it, and doesn’t want to want it, and doesn’t understand."
I feel like a shadow
Walking behind who you think I am
Just like my shadow
Wanting to see the sun again
I'm your shadow
And I'm lost
Just like my shadow
—Shadow; Maria Mena
"‘I would fix this, if I knew how. If I could.'
Myka doesn’t say anything for a very long time. Helena watches her drop her head against her knees, wiggle her toes just a little, and then, without raising her head, state very quietly, “I don’t think we can.”
‘I know.’"
And who do you think I am?
And who do you think I'll be without you?
Am I the only one who had to dress you up
To see how you fell down?
Am I the only one who needs you to go
Go on about me?
—Am I The Only One; Barenaked Ladies
"There are days – and Helena thinks today will be one of them – when she asks Claudia’s permission to work on their pet project. Claudia always refuses, says that she’s too busy or tired or has a headache, and Helena’s grateful for that. Glad that with every move they make towards a solution, Claudia understands how she has to hold her back. It’ll take decades, at least, to figure everything out; decades in which she’ll just have to haunt them both."
Making the best of it
Playing the hand you get
You're not alone in this
There's hope for the hopeless
There's hope for the hopeless
There's hope
—Hope For The Hopeless; A Fine Frenzy
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Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: PG
Pairing: H.G./Myka undertones
Warning: Reference to canon character death (sort of). Spoilers for the fic.
Summary: A fanmix following the events of the excellent fic Perhaps not to to be.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: It was a pleasure to create this mix. I had a lot of fun doing so.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all
Just to end up right back here on the floor
To end up right back here in on the floor
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell
But I'm not scared at all...
—Crystal Ball; P!nk
"She smashes her fists into the ground before she has chance to realise that it doesn’t make sense, over and over and over again. Her body has been taken away from her again, and she died with so many things left she wanted to do, and Christina is always somewhere else. Hot tears splash onto the back of her hands, and she feels her whole body shaking – she’s angry and hurt and it isn’t fair. She was never this noble, and she thought – they all thought – that Sykes had lost and that they’d won, and this isn’t how it was supposed to be."
Where does this mean world cast its cold eye
Who's left to suffer long about you
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder
—Deep Red Bells; Neko Case
Myka must pick up on that somehow, because when she next starts to speak, her words are wrapped in barbed wire. “You went and killed yourself in front of me. You made me - I thought we had won and then you made me watch you die, I mean, Helena. That’s so selfish - and I can’t forgive that, I can’t forgive you, for making... for pulling a stunt like this.”
Myka pauses to scrub at her eyes, but Helena knows that way she has of scrunching all her body to the side and raising her chin. Myka isn’t sad, she’s livid.
What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake?
Our families to ashes, our ambitions to dust
Our progeny in silence thinking, "What about us?"
But don't forget
The dance of neglect
The march for empowering prosperity
The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity
Just maternal residue, and I was there too
And maybe so were you
—Victims of the Revolution; Bad Religion
"“I don’t believe in ghosts,” she tells the others, and so Helena does the only reasonable thing she can: she steals the pen from Claudia’s hands, presses it against a fresh sheet of paper, and scrawls where everyone can see it, ‘I strongly suggest you reconsider.'"
There's something going on that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
No one's going to say goodnight
There's something going on that's not quite right
—Strange; R.E.M.
"Pete’s mother, at least, has the decency to look a little uncomfortable. It looks as though Helena surmised correctly – a Cinderella deal; they’ll hunt down and destroy whatever artefact is keeping her here in the morning, which means she has a few hours left in the Bed and Breakfast at most. After which, presumably, she will be asked to say goodbye to them once more.
She aches all over at the thought. Asks herself how many more times her heart can break. And then she smiles at that, bitter, twisted, because this will be the very last."
Like a bond true and pure we're never quite sure
Our choice in the play, it erodes away
When you can't, can't compete it ends with total defeat
You just let it go so nobody knows you're suffering
You can do what you want to me
'cause I don't have the energy
To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand
But I feel the sting from
Fate's cruel hand
—Fate's Cruel Hand; Greg Graffin
"She still doesn’t know, is the only thing – how to say goodbye. And maybe it is selfish, and maybe Claudia is hurting, but Helena wants - She wants to have this moment, uncomfortable and imperfect, because she’s standing on the cusp of an eternity without them at all. Helena has never pretended to be selfless."
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
There is nowhere else I would rather be
but I can't just be right here
An enigma wrapped in a mystery
or a fool consumed by fear
—For You; Barenaked Ladies
"And so they gather around the table, the strange broken pieces of them: Artie, who is making a valiant effort to ignore the levitating tea cup beside him; Myka, who has retreated back into herself; Pete, who acts the buffoon more than ever; Claudia, who ignores everyone save their resident ghost; Leena, who seems to be trying for cheeriness, and then Helena. She doesn’t really think that she’s changed, but the dead homicidal maniac at the breakfast table should never be the last bastion of normality, and so she supposes that makes her broken enough."
Never really understood why the coming down
Seems to last forever
And this constant change of feelings is making me reel
It's making me...
Wanna get off, I want it to stop
[These are our lessons, learn them well]
You can't get off; I want to check out
[These are the lessons we live to learn]
You can't get off, no you can't stop it
—All the Fun of the Fair; Anthony Stewart Head
"Most days, admittedly, are ones in which she will regret Yellowstone, or at least admit that it had been a mistake. On some, she wonders if her real mistake had only been one of scale: targeting the entire world was a little unreasonable, but just one or two – just the Regents, and the Warehouse; just enough that they could never harm anyone else again – that might have been, if not forgivable, successful."
Now no one had better touch me right now
In this cold-blooded thick skin
Oh I said you better run real fast
When you hear that rattlin' sound
Well, you better run real fast, man,
Or this one's gonna knock you down
I sit alone and try to shed this skin that I live in
Trying to clear my vision once again
—Rattlesnake Smile; Christian Kane
"Helena’s elegant cursive doesn’t falter for an instant as she replies, ‘I doubt I possess the moral high ground in such matters. No matter your choice, I would rather you emerge from this unscathed. Whether or not I agree, you will always have my assistance.’
Claudia doesn’t say anything at that, but she inclines her head towards where she must imagine Helena to be. Her forehead actually brushes against Helena’s thigh, but Helena makes no move to stop her and the moment curls between them like treacle off a spoon.
“Thank you,” Claudia whispers, and bites her lip before she can say something else."
Let it cover you with grace
Let it take you from this place
And as your heart races
Pack your suitcases
And in the middle of the desert
There's an Oasis
—Oasis; Grace Potter
"She wants- Helena doesn’t know what she wants. She thinks that she wants Myka to know that much, at least – preferably before she does irreparable harm to her relationship with Claudia - and she wants both Claudia and Myka (and, in a considerably more abstract way, Leena, Artie and Pete and the rest of the world) to be safe and to be happy, and she wants - she wants to be known. For Myka to know her. Wants it like burning, wants someone to gut her so Myka can write her name all over the rest of Helena, and wants Myka to be able to read her like a language the world forgot. Wants to be flayed open just for her, and for Myka to reach inside and pull Helena inside out, just so they both know that Myka can tear her apart and remake her however she chooses. Wants it, and doesn’t want to want it, and doesn’t understand."
I feel like a shadow
Walking behind who you think I am
Just like my shadow
Wanting to see the sun again
I'm your shadow
And I'm lost
Just like my shadow
—Shadow; Maria Mena
"‘I would fix this, if I knew how. If I could.'
Myka doesn’t say anything for a very long time. Helena watches her drop her head against her knees, wiggle her toes just a little, and then, without raising her head, state very quietly, “I don’t think we can.”
‘I know.’"
And who do you think I am?
And who do you think I'll be without you?
Am I the only one who had to dress you up
To see how you fell down?
Am I the only one who needs you to go
Go on about me?
—Am I The Only One; Barenaked Ladies
"There are days – and Helena thinks today will be one of them – when she asks Claudia’s permission to work on their pet project. Claudia always refuses, says that she’s too busy or tired or has a headache, and Helena’s grateful for that. Glad that with every move they make towards a solution, Claudia understands how she has to hold her back. It’ll take decades, at least, to figure everything out; decades in which she’ll just have to haunt them both."
Making the best of it
Playing the hand you get
You're not alone in this
There's hope for the hopeless
There's hope for the hopeless
There's hope
—Hope For The Hopeless; A Fine Frenzy
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