A/N: I've been watching the latest season of Warehouse 13, and I figured I'd get this idea out of my head. I apologize if you don't like OCs, but that's practically the only way I can actually write a story. This is my first Warehouse-fic, so please be nice.
Anyways, here's the first chapter of Gathering Dust. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Anastasia's Matryoshka Doll
Ren walked down the halls of the Warehouse, following behind her mentor Rey. She had tuned out after a few minutes of Rey's speech in favor of gazing in awe at the many Artifacts lined up on shelves around her.
Ren stopped walking suddenly as she caught sight of a beautiful Matryoshka doll. It was obviously hand-painted, but the flaws just added to its beauty. The woman's face painted on it seemed to be smiling, and there were scratches under her eyes that made her appear to be crying.
Ren reached out towards it slowly, but didn't touch it, as if it would break if she did.
"Wow," she sighed, "She's beautiful."
Ren continued to reach for the doll sitting in front of her, but Rey caught her wrist before she could touch it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Ren turned to look at Rey with a pout on her face. "Why not?"
Rey simply shook his head and pointed to the sign below the doll! And Ren blanched when she read it.
Anastasia's Matryoshka Doll
Properties: Gives holder extensive knowledge of Russian history
WARNING! BARE-SKIN CONTACT RESULTS IN BEING SHOT TO DEATH!
As soon as she finished reading the sign, Rey released her hand, which she immediately drew back, as if she had just touched a flame.
"Don't go around touching just anything, Ren. You don't know what it might do to you."
Ren silently agreed with Rey, and she wasn't tempted to touch anything for the rest of her tour.
A/N: I have a few more ideas (not very many, but enough) to add to the story, but you'll have to wait and see what they are.
Please, no flames. I do burn, you know.