Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13. All rights belong to Jane Espenson and D. Brent Mote and Syfy.

This is a AU season 3.

Reposted. I did not like the way it was going and how sloppy my work was for this story.

Anyways. I hope you enjoy.

~KM Rune

Another Way

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Chapter 1

Stepping through the door of Bering & Sons Bookstore she quietly set her jacket aside, placing her keys next to it. Strolling past the counter she picked up the tome she had been browsing through on and off for the past three months wondering where life had changed so drastically. As much as she wanted to deny it, H.G. Wells had changed her life; Helena had changed her. Her books were no longer just the legacy of the long forgotten past, but a voice, a face, with emotions, and memories.

Leaning against the desk she opening to the last page she read of The Time Machine. Turning another page Myka let a soft smile grace her lips at the memory of HG's smile: cocky, warm and tormented. Seeing Pete had brought ever feeling and hurt she buried to the surface.

"Thank you."

Gasping at the voice she quickly shut the book while uttering with a nervous chuckle as a smile spread across her face, "God, Oh… I had forgotten about that."

Mrs. Frederic smiled as she crossed her arms in front of herself. "You were so helpful during our recent mission. I just wanted to thank you in person."

A small blush dusted her checks as she glanced down in embarrassment. "You're welcome. I'm…glad I could help. Really."

"There's someone I want you to meet."

Myka followed her gaze as Mrs. Frederic turned and the smile that had temporarily been there faded as H.G. Wells stood there with her hands stuff in her pockets rocking back and forth looking nervous.

"Hello, Miss. Bering. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said, stretching out her hand in welcome.

Stammering as unshed tears and hurt flooded her eyes she asked, "Wha- Why- Mrs. Frederic, why would you bring her here?

What looked like sympathy filled Mrs. Frederic's face as she gave a silent nod to Helena. Myka watched as the woman who had betrayed everything she had believed it stepped away from them to perusing the many titles filling the shelves. Stepping forward Mrs. Frederic lightly grasped Myka's hand, opened it then placed something within and slowly closed it before stepping back.

Opening her hand she could see a familiar locket. Meeting Mrs. Frederic's eyes, her own questioning Myka opened then closed her mouth many times in confusion. Helena would not be standing there idly with her most cherished treasure unless something was wrong. Opening it she saw the weathered photo of Christina, but next to it was a photo of Myka herself. Smiling at something. She couldn't remember when it was taken or by who.

"She can't hurt you Myka." Mrs. Frederic informed her in a hushed tone. "She can't hurt anyone ever again. Immediately after Agent Wells was taken from Warehouse 13 she, and those escorting her were involved with an accident. I will not go into the details, however know that it was fatal for many that day. She spent a month in a comma before waking up with no memory of who she is or what she has done. I brought her here in the hopes that you would take her under your wing."

"And what happens if she remembers? She-"

"I trust you to deal with the situation as you see fit. Myka, please understand," Mrs. Frederic's tone was soft, but seemed to hold a note of warning as well. "H.G. Wells went into the Bronzer a hundred years ago filled with hate. I believe it grew inside her like a cancer. You both became friends because you are alike in many ways."

"I would never try to destroy the world like she did." Myka spat.

"No," Mrs. Frederic agreed, "I'm sure you wouldn't. However hate can so easily turn into fear. Don't walk away from your truth."

A wall slammed over her emotions as she struggled to comprehend what the Caretaker was telling her. "And what truth would that be?"

"Without you in her life she would have succeeded. You, no one else, you made all the difference in the world for her. Her last word before she passed out during the accident was your name. She called for you."

Turning away Myka swiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks. Had she really been the difference for Helena? If she had then why had Helena tried to finish what she seemed to have planned over a hundred years ago? Why had she even wanted to destroy the world when she was in it? What if someone else had been there like Pete or Claudia? Even Leena? Artie had shot first and as a result been injured. It wasn't too much of a surprise, but the others…. Maybe things would have been different if someone else had reached out to Helena in the first place. If they had all reached out more.

Could they have reached out more?

Shouldn't they have seen her slipping away from them?

Why couldn't she find the answers to these simple questions?

A hand touched her shoulder making her turn around. She expected to see Mrs. Frederic, but it was Helena, standing there offering a small smile if unsure smile as chocolate eyes captured and held her watery green ones.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but are you alright Miss. Bering?"

"Yes. I'm sorry…"

"Myka this is Helena Lake." Mrs Frederic cut in. "If you allow it she will be staying with you from now on as a personal favor to the me."

Nodding she focus on the woman in front of her as the realization came over her. Helena remembered nothing.

Not her.

Not her daughter.

Not her books.

Her almost crimes against the world.

Nothing.