Starts with Vendetta and goes on from there. A Bering and Wells story.

"Just keep an open mind." Those were the last words she heard from H.G. last time she saw her.

She knew she was talking about joining the Warehouse as an agent again. But the way she looked at her when she said it; the way her eyes shined for a millisecond. She knew there had to be more to those words then one would think.

It has been weeks since the last time she saw her. Helena. Her mind wander back and forth to the beautiful inventor. I mean, she saved my life; it makes sense that I think about the person that saved my life. There's nothing to it but that. Nope, nothing at all. She saved my life; she saved Claudias life. She doesn't seem evil. Why on earth was she bronzed?

Myka looked thru her window yawning. Finger curling around her hair. I should get dressed.

"... to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen."

They stood there. Non of them believing that he was no longer among them. Their boss; their friend. They swore to themselves that they will find the artifact and the person responsible for the death of Dickinson. Myka couldn't bare standing there any more; so the moment the priest closed the Bible, she went away from there. Telling Pete shes gonna take a walk.

The air was lightly chilly as she sat there thinking about past events. How everyone's life seem to be in danger all the time. How people she cares about end up dead. She blames herself for most.

"Its a bloody rotten business." Those words crossed her mind; but it wasn't her voice that spoke them. The accent; the sadness. H.G. She turned facing the inventor that was standing a bit behind the bench where she sat. She greeted her with a sad smile.

"What are you doing here?" The question came out a bit harsh. But Mykas grief didn't let her think clear at the moment. She wanted justice to what happened to Dickinson.

"Same as you. Tracking Torquemada`s chain. Was on our most desired list on Warehouse 12"

Myka stood up abruptly, nervously scratching her eyebrow as the sudden realization that H.G really was there hit her. Not that she wasn't glad to see her. But she knew if Artie saw her; all hell would break lose. And that was not what she needed right now.

"You know what; you are actually on Arties most desired list. Unless you wanna be bronzed again I suggest you..." She was at lost of words when the brunette took a step towards her.

"He's still opposed to my returning as an agent?"

"Well hes opposed to your existence." She looked into her eyes that seemed to be losing hope slowly. She knew Artie wouldn't understand. Hell, not even Myka herself knew why H.G. deserves another chance. Why she is at lost of words when she sees her. Why she wants to give the inventor a second chance in life. Why I can't get her out of my damn mind!

"This is absurd. I saved your life, I saved Claudias life! I have proven I can be trusted and more then that I have proven that I am of value..." She is trying so hard. Myka thought. If I want to help her get back; I need more then this. The Regents won't let her back in just like that.

"I'm not questioning your value;" she needed to think like one of them. "I'm curios about your motives."

"I can't. This world; I don't belong here. The Warehouse..."

"I'm gonna need more then that! I'm gone need more then she doesn't like the world. I need the truth. Why did they bronze you?" her voice softened at the last question. She was curios about that for a long time. She knew there had to be a reason why H.G. was among those who were " the worst of the worst " as Pete calls them.

Myka stood still, shell shocked as she heard the words " I asked to be bronzed. " leaving the inventors lips. Confusion rushed thru her head like a storm. Question behind question; why would anyone in their right mind do such a thing? She fallowed H.G.`s lead and sat down on the bench next to her, as said inventor explained her actions and reason to the agent.

Pain and regret were obvious in her eyes as she talked about her past; about her daughter and the pain she went thru in life. She was losing her mind; and she couldn't bare the pain any more. She saw no way out of it; so she asked to be bronzed. To save herself and others from her insanity.

She hoped for a better life one day. Being bronzed; that was her time machine in a way.

Her eyes were shiny from tears; and she didn't dare look at the agent next to her.

"I'll talk to Artie." Myka looked down to where her hand was resting; on Helenas one; on her lap.

She didn't even notice when she moved her hand there. All she knew she had to find a way to make the inventor smile again. Give her a chance, give her hope. Right now; that was all she cared for.

"Thank you." The soft words were spoken. Almost silently as H.G. looked on her lap. She felt warmth rush thru her body as she felt a light reassuring squeeze from the agents hand.

She gave Myka a way to contact her and left; as she noticed Artie near by.

God damn it H.G.! Myka screamed at the woman internally as she saw her smug little smirk looking at them from the screen.

Artie was furious; believing that H.G. was behind all the recent deaths. The she was the one going after him and his family. He would have killed her the same moment he would see her...if Myka wouldn't have slipped that she talked to her before, and that she wants to rejoin the Warehouse.

After calming down Artie with Petes help; they tried to seek out H.G. in the hotel shes staying; but she was already gone. She knew they would come after her. And she knew exactly at what time they would arrive in the room she was in.

As soon as they walked in the phone rang. No surprise there; it was non other then H.G. herself.

"Took you long enough." the British accent was heard from the other side of the line.

Pete and Artie started with words of attack towards the inventor; and Myka only rolled her eyes; she was left speechless by her fellow agents.

And after a few more shared words that went back and forth, and a lead from H.G., Artie put parts of the puzzle together; figuring out who was causing all this deaths.

"He's going after your family." the voice from the phone spoke once more.

Artie didn't want H.G. to know more then needed; so he cut the line.

"Alexander wants revenge. He wants me." he said as he rashly garbed his coat and went towards the door. "I have to go to Moscow." Pete and Myka fallowed him a step behind even tho he tried to protest. They are family; and family doesn't let the other go, just like that.

"Moscow here we come." Pete said in his best Russian impression as they left the hotel.