Warehouse 13- Endless wonder…..

Chapter 1:

Smoke, ashes and crumbling columns surrounded Myka, her face surprisingly still, motionless, and stone-like. The warehouse had been destroyed, her home had been destroyed, and in some way a small part of herself was too.

Pete's face was a mix of astonishment, sadness and disbelief. For the 3 years he had worked there he had always seen it as a strong, and powerful building, nothing could destroy it, yet here they all stood, surrounded by the burning remains.

How? That was the only thing on Arties mind. He kept asking himself that same question over and over again. What had Mrs. Fredrick said to him hours before the devastation, "The Warehouse has always endured Arthur." Well he would be sure to tell her she was wrong when he saw her again.

Cold air chased through the empty space, without the huge protective walls of the Warehouse it was incredibly cold and scary, knowing that there was just a vast wasteland for miles now. Nothing. No sanctuary. No oasis. Embers fell and spat all around the once impressive structure, along with falling rocks big and small. Everything was wrong, why did this happen? How did this happen? This was supposed to be a place of endless wonder. Wonder for God's sake not endless destruction. Pete thought back, all the things he and his friends had gone through, When James Macpherson blew up the Umbilicus, or when Myka left…..

Myka. Pete stared at her, she had her back to him but it was like he could still see her face, like he could still see into her beautiful eyes, or see her flawless skin.

Jinks had died, maybe not at the warehouse but he still died, the image of his dead body lying in the chair, his eyes watching them, flashed before his eyes. "We lost Artie…" Pete exclaimed. "Not yet." Artie replied as he flashed the pocket watch from his pocket.

Its silver rim was shiny and reflected the orange flames as they fell making them dance on its surface. Artie could feel its icy cold materiel on his skin but it was quickly warming from his body heat. "What's that?" Myka asked.

"Well you guys know that each Warehouse has a connection to a person, right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Fredrick." Pete and Myka murmured almost simultaneously.

"Yes well what you didn't know is that every Warehouse creates and artifact when it is build, this is the artifact created for Warehouse 13."

"I don't understand." Pete asked.

"Of course you don't dumb nuts" Myka teased, through out everything Myka still had Pete; big lovable Pete.

"Well" Explained Artie, " To tie the Warehouse down to earth it creates an artifact which it is then linked to, it was never meant to be used like this, it is only created as a but, desperate times call for desperate measures. This should affect the Warehouse in a way which means it should reverse time or distort it. I don't know it's never been used before."

"Wait. It can restore time? How much time?" Myka blurted out.

"I don't know, like I said it was never meant to be used like this, it was only ever used as a tether for something bigger- the Warehouse." Artie answered.

"So could it bring back Helena?"

"I DON'T KNOW MYKA." Artie raised his voice a little, "I don't know if even will reverse time." Myka went silent; like a small child had been yelled at she shrunk in her big brown leather boots. "Well here we go….." Artie explained.

Artie pressed his big chubby hands over the tiny bobble on the watch; nothing happened.

Nothing.

"What happened?" Pete asked.

"I don't know this should have done something, anything." Artie replied.

"Well maybe the fact that the warehouse has been destroyed that so has the watches, power, should we say." Myka perked up.

"No, the warehouse isn't destroyed, it's merely damaged. Look there is pieces of it everywhere." Artie exclaimed. Before anyone could speak anymore his Farnsworth screeched. Artie answered it quickly pulling it open and to Myka and Pete it was almost as if he had pulled the lid off. "ARTIE! You're alive! Thank god." Claudia's black and whiteface filled the small circular screen, "What happened, we all felt the earth move like an earthquake and then, then…" her voice trailed off. "Mrs. Fredrick is dead."

"What?" Artie bellowed, "She's dead. Of course, she has a connection to the Warehouse, now that it's destroyed, she must have died."

"But I thought you said that the warehouse wasn't destroyed; only damaged." Pete chipped in.

"Yes but Mrs. Fredrick is a person not a building she could not survive the blast but the Warehouse can." Artie explained