Author's Note: Bit of a slow start but will get more interesting, honest.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13- seriously!

Chapter One: "Co-inci-dink..."

'Claudia can I ask you a question?' Myka was sat on the edge of a desk in Artie's office watching the younger girl typing furiously.

'Just did...' The girl with a bright blue streak in her curled hair said as she glanced up before carrying on typing.

'Okaaaay... Claudia... Can I ask you another question?'

'Just did.'

Myka sighed and looking at the typing girl, realising she wasn't really listening and leaned over the computer and said threateningly- 'What happens if I pull this power cord?'

'Right. Not that kind of mood, get it sorry!' Claudia stopped typing and starred at the woman dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt: there was a steely glint in her eye. Claudia held up her hands in a begging position. 'Please don't. My last English-literature essay goes byebye and if I have to do the course again I'm gonna have to join it!'

'Fine. Sorry... You're nearly done?' Myka lowered the cable and sighed. Her voice had lost its scary edge now too.

'Yeah, just 1,000 words to go.' Claudia answered and nodded slowly whilst studying Myka's face.

'What's your subject this time?' The young girl had been studying at South Dakota in a combination of online and on campus courses for a few months. Her major was something Myka didn't understand to do with computers... but her electives, English Lit in particular, seem to give the 20year old more trouble.

'Comparison of 19th century American authors...' She bit her lip, still studying Myka's face. 'Erm... Myka?'

'Yeah?'

'Question? Ask it?'

'Oh!' Myka's face flushed slightly and she seemed to stiffen. 'I was just thinking, wondering really... What's the longest you've gone in a relationship before...' She trailed off.

'Before what? Before ruining it horribly? Before they have to be relocated to another state?'

'Right. Yeah, you know it's a silly idea.' Myka stood up and began walking across Artie's office. She turned back to the confused Claudia but then shook her head and turned again. Something in the hesitation made a bell ring in Claudia's mind.

'Myka? Were just gonna ask me a sex question?'

The older agent froze and turned again- back to face her. Wrinkling her nose and shaking her head of curls Myka backed into a desk.

'You were!' Claudia sounded shocked, 'What's going on?'

'Nothing! I mean...'

'Are you and Pete having a problem? Is it not? I mean not that I like thinking about it but...' The younger girl trailed off pulling a disturbed face.

'No! Claudia it's not that it's bad... I mean it's Pete... I'm sure it would be amazing...'

'Right. I can't imagine- not that I imagine Pete!' The disturbed look was back. 'But- hold on! Did you just say 'would be' have you not... done it?' Claudia met Myka's eyes, who in response shrugged weakly.

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'Artie! Hey! Ho! How are you?' Pete said thumping the edge of the step ladder Artie was stood on.

'Pete. What is it?' The older man stared down at the agent over the rim of his glasses with an intense expression. The two of them were in the neutraliser tent sorting some of the Warehouse 2 artefacts.

'I was just thinking- how often do you and I talk? I mean really talk?'

'Far more than necessary I would think.'

'Ha... that's funny...' Pete watched his boss climb down from the ladder and being moving to next Warehouse 2 item that needed sorting. He tried a variety of phrases out in his head and finally blurted- 'I need your advice.'

'What have you touched now?' Artie froze.

'What? No! Nothing?'

'Moved then? Licked?'

'No! It's about Myka.'

'Oh- thank God. Wait- Myka, no no.' Artie snapped off his purple gloves and began heading away from Pete. Unfortunately for Artie, Pete followed him.

'Artie come on! Who else can I ask this stuff?'

'I don't know- someone else seems preferable though.'

'Dude! I need your wisdom here.'

'You. Need my...'

'Wisdom yeah.' They had come to a stop at the edge of the neutraliser bubble. Artie nodded briefly. Pete rocked back on heels and punched the air. 'Thank you!'

'Hmmm...'

'Look... is weird for two people who love each other and see each other a lot... not to have... well we haven't actually-'

'Whoa! Pete if you're having... personal issues then a doctor maybe more appropriate...'

'No! Little Pete's fine! More than fine actually- I'll show you!' Pete's hands moved to his belt but were stilled by Artie's grip on his arm.

'Not necessary. So. Not. Necessary.'

'Artie, we haven't had sex.'

'Pete I'm not comfortable talking about your personal life...' Artie looked deeply uncomfortable.

'Come on man... please!'

'Well... you haven't been together for that long...'

'Six weeks, Artie. And we see each other every day.'

'I...' Artie was interrupted by the sound of the Farnsworth. 'Thank goodness.'

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A while later the four agents were collected in the office. All four of them seemed slightly uncomfortable. On the computer screen was a picture of a burnt apartment.

'Are we sure this isn't just arson?' Myka asked to break the awkward quiet. Things between her and Pete were fine... well, apart from every time they were close and not just in that way things got awkward. One or the other of them would freeze and start babbling. The night before, they hadn't even been able to sit and watch a movie together.

'Six 17 years have spontaneously combusted in a four mile radius... All of them in the middle of... well-' Artie paused the self-conscious look was back. 'Let's just say they were in the middle.'

'Brings a whole new mean to 'sex on fire' doesn't it?' Pete said.

'Yes well.' Artie's voice was mildly disapproving. 'The thing the three couples have in common is that they're all involved with this woman.' He hit a key and the picture of a young woman in her mid twenties appeared. She was sandy haired and brown eyed.

'So, who is she? Local sex-ed teacher?'

'Quite the opposite. She runs several abstinence education programmes in the local area.'

'Huh. Co-inci-dink!' Claudia said looking at Myka and grinning. 'An artefact which is all "physical" coming along just when you two can't...' Myka pulled a face and shook her head, too late.

'You told Claudia!' Pete's voice was brittle.

'You told Artie!' Myka responded.

'Well- you told Claudia. We're even.'

'Pete- you told Artie!'

Pete's response was to wince slightly and shrug.

'Hey! Children! Artie would quite like to forget having been told. So please. Go to Vermont- find the artefact and talk it over. Far. Far. Away from me.' With that Artie handed them both folders and walked away barely suppressing a shudder.

Myka and Pete exchanged a tiny bright smile.