Welcome to yet another prequel/spinoff of my 'Warehouse 15' world. Claudia and Jinksy... yay!

The rating on this will change after a few chapters... you'll understand why when you get there :P

There was an overexcited redhead jumping on his bed. Steve cracked one eyelid open at the commotion, but otherwise stayed completely still.

"Today's the day!" the redhead cried, bouncing up and down again. "Today's the day! Time to get up! Wake up, wake up, way – oof!"

Steve realised that he'd made an error in judgement only after he suddenly lunged forward and tackled the girl on his bed to his side.

"Hey Steve," Claudia gasped out breathlessly, not attempting to fight her way out of his hold.

"Jeez, Claud, I thought you were Bailey," Steve told her, sleepily pressing his nose into Claudia's neck.

"Please," Claudia scoffed with a laugh. "That kid wishes she was as cute as me."

Steve chuckled and kissed Claudia's shoulder before letting her go. Claudia wiggled to the end of the bed and crossed her legs as she watched Steve maneuver his body into a sitting position. When he stretched his arms over his head, Claudia took the time to admire Steve's toned chest and abdomen. Her cheeks warmed as her eyes traced the tattoo etched on Steve's chest. Bailey's name appeared in a scrawling cursive script, entwined at the last letter with the first letter of another name. Hers. Steve carried his family close to his heart every day.

"Where is our daughter anyway?" Steve asked, rubbing a hand over his closely shaven head.

"I gave her a bowl of cereal and put Meet the Robinsons on," Claudia told him. "Kid loves that movie. I think it's the gadgets."

"I think I'm going to have a hard time convincing Bailey not to be exactly like you," Steve mumbled, but there was a smirk on his face. Claudia matched his expression, and Steve shook his head at her ruefully.

"What's up, Claud?" he asked gently, and Claudia chewed on her lower lip.

"I need your help," she admitted softly. Steve cocked his head to the side in a concerned manner.

"Is everything ok?" he inquired. Claudia blew out a frustrated breath.

"I don't know what to wear."

Steve stared at her for a moment, ice-blue eyes wide, and then started to chuckle.

"Are you for real?"

Claudia threw a pillow at him.

"Steve, I'm serious!" she whined. "This is a big day for me."

"You are such a girl," Steve teased as he pushed back his covers and swung his pyjama-pant clad legs out of the bed. Claudia narrowed her eyes at him.

"You are quite possibly the worst BFF in the world," she sneered. Steve gave her a bemused look before removing a t-shirt from his dresser and pulling it over his head.

"Why does it matter what you wear?" he asked. Claudia rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated growl.

"Steve, I'm becoming a Caretaker today!" she cried. "The Caretaker! This is going to be my Warehouse. What I wear is going to be my signature for a very long time. I don't want to get it wrong."

"I really don't think there's a wrong option here," Steve said bluntly. Claudia growled again and flopped back on the bed.

"Steve!" she whined pathetically. "Can you just for once be a good gay and help me?"

Steve walked back over to his bed and pulled Claudia to her feet. He ran a hand over her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Claudia looked up at him with a pitiful expression. Steve rolled his eyes.

"We're not going to find your signature wardrobe in my bedroom," he said to her, watching as a smile spread slowly across her face. He slipped a hand into hers and gave her fingers a squeeze.

"Show me what our options are," he said to her gently. Claudia gripped his hand and dragged him from the room.

Four-year-old Bailey Donovan-Jinks looked away from her cartoon as her parents descended the stairs of their still new home, and cracked a huge smile.

"Whoa, Mommy!" she cried appreciatively, scrambling to her feet. Claudia blushed as a proud smile spread across her face.

"You like what you see, Bailey-Bear?" she asked, and Bailey nodded enthusiastically before she glanced at her father.

"Can I dress like Mommy?" she asked Steve earnestly. Steve glanced at Claudia's outfit and winked at his daughter.

"I think we can figure something out," he told her, and Bailey's grin grew wider as she scooted between her parents and thundered up the stairs towards her room. Steve followed after her with a bemused chuckle. Claudia headed towards the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast for her and Steve, but got distracted by the mirror in the hallway. It had taken a good long pep talk from Steve, but he had finally convinced her to stay true to herself. She now wore her classic Claudia Donovan uniform; black and blue Converse hightops matched to well-worn skinny jeans, and a black tank top under a fitted purple blazer. There were buttons decorating her lapels, and black nail polish on her fingernails. Claudia had picked out all of her favourite chunky silver jewellery, from the rings on her fingers all the way to the cuff at the top of her ear. The final piece had fallen into place when Steve had found her supply of temporary hair colours. Claudia gently fingered the bright blue streak in her hair as she grinned to herself. This day meant everything to her, but if she were to be completely honest, none of it would mean half as much if she didn't have Steve and Bailey with her. Being Caretaker was one thing, but having her family by her side was what was going to make Warehouse 15 Claudia's home.