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"So do you think this feels more like home...now?" Myka asked her partner after joining him on his bed.
Pete, continuing to read his comic, quickly looked at her before responding, and then looked back at his comic, "Naw, it's better."
Myka smiled as he went back to reading (the comic). She could hear Claudia and Artie heading downstairs, Claudia still moaning about whatever it was Artie was saying to her. Things were back to normal, well, as normal as things got around the B & B. The curly-haired agent closed her eyes for a few moments. She didn't feel herself slowly falling back onto Pete's bed.
Pete was so engrossed in his comic he didn't realize that Myka had fallen asleep until he felt her hit the mattress, which bounced a little when she landed. He looked at her for a few seconds before he heard Leena knock softly on the door.
"Cookies are done. If you two want any, I'd suggest you get downstairs right away. Artie's very fond of Oatmeal Scotchies, you know," the innkeeper told them. Leena smiled at Pete as he sat up. She looked at Myka for a few moments, a little confused, but noises from downstairs pulled at her so she didn't dwell on it.
Pete smiled as he sat up and put the comic on his nightstand. Myka stirred a little when he sat up but didn't wake up. He stood up, thinking his movements might wake his sleeping partner, but Myka didn't move. The red licorice she'd been eating earlier was still clasped in the hand resting on her chest.
"Hey, Myks, cookies," Pete said, as he gently pulled the candy out of her hand. The dozing woman blinked a couple of times.
"What?" she asked sleepily.
"Cookies are done. Leena said Artie is going to eat them all," her partner told her as he helped her sit up.
"Oh, well, you'd better go down and get some," she teased while stretching a little.
"You coming?" Pete asked as he headed for the door.
"Yeah, I'll be right behind you," she told him as she slowly stood up. Myka made her way out of Pete's room and down the stairs, obviously not fast enough for her childlike partner.
"Come on, Myka, all the cookies will be gone by the time you get down here," he called, racing down the stairs.
"Pete, you're the one who likes cookies, remember?" the dark-haired agent commented as she started down the stairs.
By the time Myka had made it to the kitchen Pete, Claudia and Artie had eaten most of the cookies. Leena was standing near the oven. She had just taken out another batch of cookies and was putting them on the cooling rack.
"I tried to save you a cookie, Myka, but Pete ate it," Claudia told her as the older woman sat next to her.
"Did not!" Pete claimed, breaking another cookie in half and eating it.
Myka smiled, "Right, you not eat a cookie. That's like saying Claudia wouldn't hack a computer," she baited.
"Hey! I did try…" Claudia started to protest when Leena placed a fresh batch of cookies in the middle of the table. Pete was first to reach for them. Leena gently swatted his hand.
"Pete, you've already had half a dozen, let Myka have at least one before you eat the rest," she scolded him, as she pushed the plate towards Myka. Leena watched Myka surreptitiously as she took a cookie. Something was off with Myka, but she couldn't quite tell what. Her aura was a mix of colors: green, red and mustard. They were all swirling around, and it was hard to read which, if any, was the dominant one. When Myka finally took the cookie, Leena noticed Myka looking up and quickly evinced a smile.
Myka looked up, smiling herself. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Leena responded as Pete took two more cookies. Claudia and Artie both took more cookies as well.
"Leena, how about some milk?" Pete asked.
"You know where it is, Pete, your legs aren't broken, you know," Myka told him as she broke her cookie in half and ate it. The other half she placed on the plate in front of her. Myka absentmindedly kept breaking off little pieces, not really eating it. She wasn't sure why she felt so tired.
"Hey, you going to eat that or make more crumbs?" Pete asked when he noticed what she was doing.
"Huh? Wha…oh no, you want it?" she mumbled as she offered him the decimated half cookie.
"Not after you mangled it like that. You okay?" he wondered when he looked at her.
"Yeah, I'm just a little more tired that I thought. I think I'm going to go to my room and turn in," Myka told her partner and housemates as she stood up. Habit forced her to pick up her plate and take it to the sink.
Leena was taking another sheet of cookies out of the oven. "Myka, just leave it; I'll take care of it," Leena offered when she noticed the curly-haired agent by the sink. When Leena looked this time, Myka's aura was definitely redder and more mustardy than green.
Leena quietly asked, "You sure you're feeling okay?"
"I'm just tired, Leena. Thank you for the cookies," Myka told her as she handed the innkeeper her plate.
"You're really going to turn in now, Myka?" Pete asked, looking at his watch. "It's only like 5 p.m. and that's early, even for you."
"Yes, Pete, I am. I guess being a superhero makes one more tired than normal," she responded as she made her way to the stairs. Hoping she was out of earshot, Myka let out a little moan of pain as she started up the stairs. Her whole body started aching.
Maybe if I take a hot shower it will loosen up, she thought to herself. She grabbed some PJs and headed to the bathroom. After taking a hot shower, Myka went back to her room, throwing her dirty clothes on the floor of her closet. Then she crawled into bed without even bothering to turn off the lights and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.