Title: Power is Always Key
Rating: PG (may change depending my mood)
Summary: This is a crossover between Warehouse 13 and Continuum. Myka Bering and H.G. Wells are searching for an artifact. It happens to be the artifact that brought Kiera Cameron and Liber8 into the past.
This is femslash. Bering & Wells are canon in my world (as they allude in the show). Please note that I won't toy with Kiera or Carlos' sexuality nor will I put them together. They remain partners.
Spoilers: Yes. If you haven't seen Warehouse 13 or Continuum, there could be some. I'll post a warning if I bring up specifics from an episode. This will eventually spin off into an AU.
Notes: If you don't have any knowledge of Continuum, you might be lost. When Alec converses with Kiera via her implant, it'll be in italics.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this but my imagination. Infringement is not intended nor is any profit being made. If you think I am infringing just send me a cease and desist email. I promise to clean my room and put my toys away once I'm done playing with them.
A/N: I don't promise frequent updates, but I do promise to try my best. I don't have a beta, so I own any flaws, and I know there are some. If I don't get much of a response then I'll shelve this idea. I have hopes that you'll see the way that these shows can be melded together. Or, maybe that's just all in my head.
"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."
― Carl Sagan
"Here are your tickets, your plane leaves at 2pm." Artie handed the envelope to Myka. "You're headed to Vancouver, Canada. We have two pings, one is an unusual energy pulse that took out the center of a bridge and killed a few people. The other one was a similar explosion that took out a power plant. It's probably an artifact."
"What's the story with the bridge?" Myka asked.
"The pulse was so powerful that it blew a hole right in the center of the bridge, official reports are that it was a bomb that caused the explosion, but no fragments were found. Our research indicates that it was something more than just an explosion." Artie said.
"Word is there's super secret agency investigation underway. Their cover is almost as deep as the warehouse." Claudia said looking at Myka, "I'm trying to find out more, but they're almost as difficult to trace as the warehouse was for me. Don't worry my lovelies, I'll find them!" With that the redhead spun back around in the chair and returned to typing.
"Well darling, shall we?" Helena headed toward the umbilicus.
8 hours later Myka and Helena dropped their bags in the hotel room. Myka collapsed onto the bed with a groan. "I hate sitting in the rear of the plane. It's too close to the bathroom and noisy. Ugh! I could not sleep at all."
"My poor darling. Perhaps next time you'll let me upgrade us to first class." Helena said, sitting down and patting her knee, "I do so enjoy the warm towels they provide."
Myka looked at Helena, "Shower, food, and sleep – in that order - then we should start our search."
Helena studied Myka, her eyes were red rimed with dark circles underneath. The usually sparkling green of her eyes was dull and lifeless. She looked utterly exhausted. The trip, while relatively short, had clearly drained the younger agent. "Myka, why don't you take the first shower while I rummage us something to eat?"
"Okay, that sounds good." The taller agent got up and headed into the bathroom. Helena frowned at her back. It was unlike her to capitulate so easily, she must be truly worn out. Helena sighed and headed to the desk to search for the room service menu. Finding one she paged through it, deciding on her order she picked up the phone and dialed. She looked out the window as she waited for the other line to be picked up. Their room faced west and overlooked the Pacific where she could see boats dotting the water.
Moments later, she hung up the phone having placed her order. She stayed at the desk gazing out the window lost in thought. She had not been back to the West Coast since she had crashed Myka and Claudia's hunt for Godfrid's Spoon. So enthralled in her memories, she did not hear the bathroom door open.
Myka exited the bathroom feeling much better. As she tightened the belt of the robe she looked up to find Helena staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her face was bathed in sunlight and relaxed and unguarded in a way that was unusual for the author. Slipping up behind her, she placed her hands on Helena's hips and dropped a kiss to her temple, "Mmmm, thanks for the letting me have the first shower."
Startled out of her thoughts, she gave a small start before feeling Myka's hands grasp her hips. "So sorry, I didn't hear you. You're welcome my love. You looked tired. I was just recalling the last time we were here." Turning in the embrace, she looped her arms around the taller woman's neck.
"I remember some insanely hot author whisking me up into the sky and away from danger."
"Ah, yes. I do believe that the agent in question was coveting more than just my grappler." Her dark eyes sparkled with humor as she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Eyes dropping to her mouth, she followed the movement, "It's not every day that a sexy woman saves my life." With that, Myka leaned forward and captured her lips. Helena tightened her grasp around Myka's neck pulling her forward.
Feeling the smaller woman press them closer together, she could not contain a moan as she parted her lips. She felt the arms around her neck loosen as hands slid down her sides. Moments later she felt deft fingers working at the belt of the robe, she pulled her head back slightly as she whispered, "Helena" just as the robe parted, there was a knock at the door,
"Room service!"
"Bloody hell!" Helena snapped out as she paused. Looking at Myka, she apologized with her eyes as she re-tied the robe.
"How about you go change and I'll get the door, we can finish this later."
The next morning found them at the bridge site. It was under construction, which didn't leave them a whole lot of area to snoop around. Looking at Myka, Helena suggested they head to the police station.
"That's a good idea, maybe they have photo's of the area."
Returning to the rental car they headed out.
Kiera was working on her computer when Betty walked up. "There's some agents at the front looking for Carlos. They have some questions about what happened at the bridge."
Looking up, Keira caught flash of irritation in the other woman's eyes. She sighed to herself, sooner or later she was going to have address the other woman's jealousy about her relationship with Carlos or rather, her non-relationship with him. She just didn't have time to get into that right now.
"I'll go talk to them, Carlos should be right back. Would you let him know what's going on?" Standing, she headed to the front desk.
Helena was looking at the wall of wanted posters while she and Myka waited for the detectives in charge of the case. She noticed a great deal of them were members of a group called Liber8. She made a mental note to ask Claudia to look into it.
"Hello, I'm Agent Cameron."
Helena turned at the sound of the woman's voice. The first thing she noticed were stunning blue eyes. Her eyes quickly ran over the other woman as she took in the red trench coat, white shirt, and dark pants tucked into black boots. She was tall, nearly 6 foot in Helena's opinion. Meeting the other woman's eyes, she extended her hand, "I'm Agent Wells and this is Agent Bering, Secret Service."
Kiera grasped the other woman's hand as she did a quick once over of both women with her tech. The agent that had spoken to her was 5'7", slim build with wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and dressed in a light blue shirt tucked into black pants finished with a brown trench coat. She did not immediately notice a service weapon. Her grip was firm, and consulting her onscreen readout, her vitals were within the normal range. No elevation in pulse rate or breathing. Meeting her eyes she noticed the offered smile did not reach them. Interesting.
She heard Alec comment in her head, "Hubba, hubba."
Turning to Agent Bering, she shook her hand. She was 5'9", green eyes, and curly brown hair. She was wearing a royal blue shirt with a black vest, and matching black pants. Her service weapon was at her hip. Her vitals were a little elevated, pulse rate was a bit high, skin was slightly flushed, and her hands were a bit clammy. It would be worth watching, perhaps she was nervous.
Returning her hands to her pockets, Helena studied the other woman. There was something about her that pinged her radar. Since when do I make puns? She chuckled to herself, perhaps it was the studied look both her and Myka received.
"What can I help the Secret Service with?" Kiera asked. She knew Alec would be pulling up any information that he had.
Agent Bering spoke, "We are interested in the explosion at the bridge. We'd like to see the files."
Helena watched as Myka asked for the files. It suddenly occurred to her that the other woman had introduced herself as an agent. Remembering what Claudia had said about another agency being involved she interrupted the conversation. "Pardon me, Agent Cameron, but I thought detectives were in charge of this case. What agency are you with?"
Kiera looked back at dark haired agent who had an eyebrow raised, "I might ask the same about the Secret Service." Alec was filling her in on what the Secret Service actually did. She heard him mutter, "She could read me the dictionary with that accent."
"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Agent Bering asked looking around the crowded station.
"Yes, right this way. My partner should be meeting us soon." Kiera lead them through the precinct and into a vacant conference room.
"Let me get Detective Fonnegra, I'll be right back."
After she left the room the women turned to each other. Myka started by saying, "Something is going on here besides the normal investigation. I'm going to call Artie and see if they have come up with anything more on what other agencies are involved."
Helena merely nodded as Myka pulled out the Farnsworth.
When she and Carlos walked back into the room, Agent Bering was in a hushed discussion with Agent Wells and both were looking down at something in their hands. They broke off when they heard the door, Kiera saw a device in agent Bering's hands being closed and quickly slipped into a pocket. She would look closer at it when she reviewed her CMR later that night.
Once introductions were made all four sat at the table. As they discussed the case, Kiera couldn't help but notice how taken with Agent Bering Carlos was. He kept looking over at her and letting his gaze wander. Agent Bering appeared oblivious to the appraisal. She glanced at Agent Wells, she was very much aware of the scrutiny the other agent was getting. Kiera's tech picked up an elevation in her pulse rate and a narrowing of her eyes. Ah, so that's the way it was. She was going to have to let Carlos know that his flirtations with the taller agent would likely net him nothing. She brought her attention back to the conversation.
"Sure, Agent Bering, I'd be happy to show you the sights." Carlos said, clearly hoping the agent had caught onto his double entendre.
"Please, let's drop the formalities, I'm Myka and this is H.G., we'd really appreciate seeing the files and the locations of the explosions. If there is a terrorist element we need check it out."
"Good, Carlos and Kiera" He waved his hands between his partner and himself. "Kiera and I are part of a task force that is working on bringing in a group called Liber8. We think they might be responsible for some recent robberies, murders, and kidnappings. We think they are behind the power station explosion. They are highly skilled…"
Kiera phased out the conversation as she heard Alec say, H.G. Wells? Her parents must have been huge fans. H.G. Wells was a 19th century author and often referred to as the Father of Science Fiction. He wrote several novels, one called the Time Machine that postulated that time travel was indeed possible. His books were very futuristic and might be responsible for some of the wonders you have in your time.
That aside, I've done some research on our new friends. Agent Helena G. Wells is a British national working for the U.S. Secret Service since 2010. Standard jacket, high IQ, studied at Cambridge, but I cannot seem to find anything substantial. It reads like your file Kiera, something that was put in place as a cover.
Myka Bering grew up in Colorado Springs, highly educated, eidetic memory, and speaks a whole lot of languages. Early in her career she lost her partner on the job. Rumors had it they were more than partners. She used to be Shift Leader on the Presidential detail and her career track was pointing straight up. In 2009 she was pulled off and suddenly re-assigned to an IRS facility in South Dakota. There is not much more on it, and that's strange. They're hiding something. I'll do more digging.
As Alec finished his update, Carlos was telling the agents he would have copies of the files ready for them in the morning. After making plans to meet up in the next day, the secret service agents left.
As the reached the street, Myka pulled out the Farnsworth. "It's time to see what Claudia has found out about our agent Cameron."