Hello darlings! I am DeadlyRedAlice, DRA for short, and I welcome you to my story. Originally, I planned this to be a one-shot, but I decided to describe it more in detail, so, while it will still be short, like maybe five chapters, it won't be a one-shot anymore. I've been wanting to write something for Warehouse 13 for awhile now, but I couldn't figure out what angle I wanted to take. So tada. Please, give your opinion, let me know if I should continue. This is sort of just an intro, so yeah. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own anything.

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"No way," I mumbled, staring at the screen in shock. I had finally found him and of course where was he? "Why New York?" I continued muttering under my breath. South Dakota had at least made sense. Nobody ever thought about South Dakota. It was like the forgotten state. . . But New York? Why would Todd be in New York? Todd. . . my sweet, caring, techy boyfriend. How had I ever gotten so lucky? With his dark gorgeous blue eyes and his wavy brown hair and his great smile and his lips. . . Focus Claudia, focus! I quickly typed some more commands in and waited, seeing if I could get an address.

"Hey Claudia, what're you up to?" Pete asked, making me jump. I swiftly clicked a key that hid my work so now it just showed the screen saver.

"Uh, nothing really," I muttered too quickly. I mentally gave myself a slap, hoping he didn't notice that I was acting weird. He seemed distracted, not even really listening to me. His eyes kept looking around the room, like he had left something in here, but couldn't remember what. "Pete?" I asked, getting a little concerned. He didn't even acknowledge that I had said anything. "Pete!" I practically yelled. His head snapped towards me and he gave me a questioning look.

"What?" he asked, as if he hadn't totally been spacing out. I asked hesitantly if he was okay, but I could tell he wasn't. He just nodded. I knew what was bugging him. It was almost the same thing that was bugging me. The only difference was that I was missing Todd and he was missing Myka. It's not like I wasn't missing Myka, because I was. Even thinking about it made me want to tear up. And the way she just left? Leaving only a letter, no formal goodbye? It hurt. Even now it still hurt when I thought about her.

"Do you need something?" I asked, wanting to get back to my work and not think about her.

"Nah," he mumbled solemnly. It was almost as if when she left, she took his spirit and now it was like he didn't know what to do with himself. I could tell he wanted to be put to work, so . . .

"You know, Artie had asked if I could do inventory for-" I began, only to be interrupted, like I knew he would.

"Want me to do it so you can relax some? You seem uptight," he broke in eagerly. I pretended to weigh my options, before grinning at him.

"You'd do that?" I questioned, smiling. He nodded, grinning half-heartedly down at me. "Thanks buddy. The clipboards over there," I said pointing, where the clipboard I had used yesterday for inventory lay. He nodded, gave me one last tight grin, before going out into the warehouse, the clipboard at his side. As soon as he was out of sight, I continued my work.

"Claudia," I froze. It was impossible. She couldn't be here. I slowly turned around. No one was there. Must be an artifact. Shaking my head, I turned back around only to give a yelp of surprise.

"Leena!" I screamed, my hand flying to my heart. "Don't do that to me! You're turning into Mrs. Fredrick!" I continued, calming down a little. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

"I said your name," she stated plainly, staring intently at the computer screen.

"That was you?" I asked. She nodded. "I thought it was M . . . never mind," I murmured, too distracted to notice she was staring at Todd's address which just popped up. "What are you doing?" I yelled, scrambling to hide my research.

"Taking a trip, are we?" she asked instead of answering.

"Leena-" I began, but she interrupted.

"How do you plan to get there?" she asked calmly. Why was she so calm? When I didn't reply, she continued. "Personally, I would 'borrow' Artie's motorcycle, but that's just me," she said innocently. She snuck a glance at me. I stared pointedly at her, waiting for the catch. "Then again, there is a money problem. I would probably borrow some from the mission stash. That's still just me," she continued dreamily, before kicking a drawer. It opened, revealing piles of cash.

"Leena," I breathed, not sure what to say. Her eyes met mine, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I was never here," she reminded. "Go get him," and with that she left. I stood frozen for a moment before grabbing a sharpie. I wrote the address on my arm. I went for my Farnsworth but hesitated. Did I really want to be gotten a hold of? But what if there was an emergency? Could I really do that to them? Especially without M- her being here?

"Try not to regret this," I muttered to myself, stuffing my Farnsworth into a small back pack I grabbed. I grabbed a couple of stacks of twenties from the stash before closing the drawer back up. I glanced around trying to figure out whether I was forgetting something. The keys hung on a hook near the door. I grabbed them and headed for the B&B to grab little essentials. Probably just a change of clothes and some pajamas would be good. Hairbrush and toothbrush might be smart too. Anything else I could just buy. "Here goes nothing," I mumbled, shrugging on my favorite leather jacket. Putting on my sunglasses, I swung a leg over the bike and revved the engine. I was finally on my way. I noticed a note attached to the handle and opened it. Reading it, I smiled. I took my foot off the ground and sped away.

Good Luck. -L

So what did you guys think? Any good? I figure the next chapter will be Claudia's first day of travel. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.

-DRA