"Trial Period"
A Warehouse 13 Fanfic
Summary: Can Helena G. Wells get reinstated as a Warehouse agent and get the girl of her dreams...again? Her only hope lies with the one man who knows the truth about what actually happened during Sykes' final "Stand". But how can Artie reveal the truth without compromising his own secret?
Setting: Post 4.01, but before 4.02.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warehouse 13. But then again, you can probably tell that from the fact that Bering and Wells isn't canon. And I mean ACTUAL canon, not subtext.
Chapter 1
Helena G. Wells was shoved unceremoniously into the back of a black van by two of the Regents' men. It seemed that she was always going to be treated like the pathetic criminal she had once been. She had said she was doing the Earth a favor, ridding it of humanity, but in the end, did it make her any better than the men who had killed her daughter? The answer that Helena had come to, after so many endless...were they hours? Days? Years? floating in the endless darkness of the unactivated holo-sphere, was no. In the end, she was no better than any of the people she had sought to destroy. There was only one thing that could possibly make her better, and that was the fact that she had recognized it.
Perhaps her actions were not her fault. She was only driven to them by unbearable pain. That's what the Regents' psychologist had told her, until one day she had snapped. "There is no one on this planet who can help me!" she had screamed at the shrink. "So stop trying!" Ever determined to prove the great H.G. Wells wrong, Kosan had delivered the sphere to Myka against the orders of the other eleven Regents.
Myka. A living, breathing example of the pain she had caused. Myka, the woman she loved more than anything in the world. Myka, broken deep inside by Helena's betrayal. And yet Myka, who always saw the good in people, and who had convinced H.G. that there was hope left for the world. Hope left for Helena herself. In a way, it was fitting: their fatal flaws counteracted each other. Myka was too trusting, too optimistic, too generous in her judgement of people; Helena was too dark, too pessimistic, too unwilling to see good for what it was. They had healed each other.
The van drove for what seemed like hours. They had to be out of the state by now. Finally, the door opened and H.G. was pulled out. It was late at night. She could see mountains around her, but not for long. She was led into a door that opened into the side of a hill. It was a very familiar door. This was the place she had been brought after Yellowstone. But this time, instead of being taken into the dark depths of the Regent Headquarters, she was led down a hallway to a rather plain, whitewashed, hotel-like room. Still, it was much better than the cold, hard cell she had occupied on her first visit. The faceless guard told her that they would come for her in the morning. Until then, there was nothing for her to do but go to sleep.
A/N: I know it starts slow but it gets better next chapter, I promise. Just keep reading.