"The Warehouse receives a shock when a person from H.G. Wells' past reappears. The team must race the clock to figure out the stranger's - and Helena's - true intentions before it's too late for them... and the rest of humanity. "
Hey, hey, hey. Orin and Mind here bringing you our first co-written fic. B] This starts to take place after Vendetta when Helena is reinstated in the Warehouse and will loosely follow the season's timeline. Although there will be a lot of time in-between those episodes for our own timeline. ..yeah so whatever else is suppose to go here just pretend it's here. And here we go. o uo
(We do not own any characters nor scenery related to Warehouse 13. They belong to their rightful owners. )
The Lost Century
Introduction:
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SOMEWHERE IN THE ATLANTIC, 2010.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of water falling from the stalactites on the ceiling of the cave and onto an ever growing puddle below was one of the few sounds that could be heard. The other sound, excluding the small insect life and bats that also made the occasional cry, was the nearly silent footsteps of a rather slim-built, brunette woman whom was walking out of the dank and dark cave that she had called 'home' for many years. Something had triggered the alarm inside. Usually, it was an airplane, though she hasn't seen those in years. Must have learned their lesson. Or perhaps it was a wayward ship drifting a little too close to her three corners of the ocean. Making her way out she paused at the mouth of her cave she stared at the rather small package setting on a rock along with a small mechanical bird that cooed at her when she came by. Utter confusion showed in her one visible blue-colored eye as she picked it up. It was a thin, rectangular shaped-object held together by twine with no return address, or even a to address. The only thing written on it was the year 1899 in a nicely-written, cursive penmanship.
Could it be..? Quickly ripping off the wrapping of the package, the woman stared wide-eyed at it. It was The Time Machine by H. G. Wells. It was a very old copy, that the woman could tell, but it was tenderly loved evident that it seemed it was only opened once and unworn. Touching the cover ever so lightly, she noticed a short bookmark that stuck out from inside the book. Quickly, the woman opened the page to where the bookmark stayed. It was Chapter 12, the very first page, and even the very first sentence that was marked. It read "So I came back."
a/n: love it? hate it? review it either way! 8D And don't worry, it'll pick up eventually. n_n