Title: Anatomy 13 [1/?]
Author: ismellapplesx3
Fandoms: Warehouse 13/Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Myka/Helena, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: The Warehouse crew gets a ping from Seattle. Seattle Grace-Mercy West Hospital, that is. Myka and Helena are sent to check things out and meet Callie and Arizona. Canon through Vendetta (Warehouse 13) and White Wedding (Grey's Anatomy). After those episodes, this story deviates from canon.
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters belong to SyFy and the creators/writers, and Grey's Anatomy and its characters belong to ABC and the creators/writers. I do not own any of them, unfortunately. This is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Not for profit in any way.
Somewhere just outside Univille, South Dakota…
Myka tried her best to be stealthy. She was usually pretty good at it, actually. Stealth was her middle name! Well, actually, her middle name was Ophelia, but that was beside the point. The point was that she was excellent at being stealthy. When she was chasing down an artifact, that is. When she was trying to sneak glances at the woman she'd been "secretly" crushing on for weeks now? Not so much.
It didn't help that that woman was one Helena G. Wells, master (mistress?) extraordinaire of stealth.
No, Helena G. Wells could feel Myka's glances at her as she tried to be inconspicuous by hiding her eyes behind her sunglasses. Pete was driving, Claudia sat in the front passenger seat, and the two of them, Myka and Helena, were in the backseat of the black SUV as it bounced over the rocky terrain headed towards the Warehouse. In all actuality, Myka didn't even need her sunglasses, Helena thought to herself as a small smirk formed on her lips. It was mostly cloudy that day.
Myka noticed the smirk and immediately returned her gaze to the back of Pete's head. Breathe, she reminded herself as Pete finally pulled to a stop in front of the Warehouse. Myka let out a silent sigh of relief. It wasn't that she didn't want to be anywhere near the newly reinstated Warehouse agent. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was that she was so intrigued by the woman, so… turned on by everything about the other woman-the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she fucking breathed.
And it both exhilarated and frightened Myka. Exhilarated because—hello!—she was freaking HG Wells. Myka had been in love with her books since she was a kid. But even after she'd gotten over her star-struck feelings and learned more about the woman behind the early science fiction stories, she was still smitten. But she was also frightened. One, because she'd never really felt this way about a woman before—there was that one time in college, though…but that didn't really count, right? It was college, after all... But, when Myka was truly honest with herself, her fear had nothing to do with Helena's gender. It was because the last time Myka had gotten involved with someone she worked with, it had ended badly. About as bad as it could end. He was dead. And she'd been left alone, filled with sadness and guilt. And regret. That was something she never wanted to feel again.
It was also different with Helena. They were forced to work much closer together than she'd been with Sam. At least with Sam, they'd had their own places and more time to themselves. Though being a member of the Secret Service in Washington, D.C. was incredibly time consuming, you can still manage to have a life outside of work. With the Warehouse, well, the Warehouse was your life. Not even Pete, who was much less of a workaholic that Myka, hadn't been able to maintain his relationship with Kelly. (Myka blatantly ignored the fact that Pete and Kelly's break up had more to do with them each wanting different things in life than the nonexistent fact that Pete's job at the Warehouse kept him too busy.) How could she even think of starting a relationship with anyone, let alone someone she was forced to spend the majority of her time with? It was a recipe for disaster!
Helena had been reinstated as an agent after the events in Russia six weeks ago. And ever since, she'd been not-so-subtly flirting with Myka. At first, Myka had shaken it off, thinking that Helena was just a flirty person. Then she'd noticed that Helena never seemed to flirt with anyone else-not Pete, not Leena, not Claudia, not the cute waitress at the diner that seemed to always come onto Helena… No one else but Myka.
Myka had also attributed her fascination with Helena with her adoration of H.G. Wells, the novelist, at first. She'd thought of the author as a man for so long. That's why she was pseudo-attracted to Helena, right? It had to be. Of course, that theory had quickly lost its merit as time went on and Myka found herself more and more intrigued by the woman behind some of the earliest science fiction novels.
Myka inwardly groaned as she followed the others into the Warehouse. Unless there was a ping, they would all be stuck here doing inventory. Normally, she didn't mind inventory. She found that her extreme organizational skills came in quite handy while doing so. But today, she didn't feel strong enough to avoid her overwhelming feelings about Victorian woman who would surely make up some excuse to insure that they did inventory in the same section.
"Anything new, Artie?" Myka heard Pete ask as she entered the office behind the others.
Artie, who was sitting in front of his computer, shook his head. "Everything is quiet. For now. Claudia, I want you to go help Leena fix those shelves now that we have new brackets. She's in the Farnesworth aisle now. And don't mess with anything there!"
Claudia grumbled, but went to do as she was told.
"You three," Artie said as he stood, indicating the three agents. "Inventory." Before any of them could protest, Artie ascended the spiral staircase, ending the one-sided conversation.
Pete groaned. "Another day of boring inventory," he whined. "Come on, people! Someone has to have an artifact. Use it so we can come and take it. Preferably someone in Fiji or Tahiti or somewhere with hot, topless chicks."
Myka playfully punched Pete's shoulder. "Come on, Lattimer. Let's get to work. Something will pop up soon." She moved past him to the door leading to the warehouse floor.
Pete rubbed his shoulder where Myka had hit him as he followed. She was surprisingly strong for such a slim woman, especially since she'd just play punched him. He'd long ago made a mental note to make sure he was never on the receiving end of a real Myka punch. He'd been successful in that goal thus far. Mostly.
Helena brought up the rear, smiling and shaking her head at the easy banter between Myka and Pete. An outsider may see that banter and think there was more to it than that-a romantic undertone, if you will-but Helena knew better. She knew firsthand what genuine flirting looked like on both Pete and Myka's parts. What they did with each other-the bantering-was definitely sibling-like. Pete's flirting, which she'd encountered in London, was more direct. And Myka's flirting was more subtle, but still obvious to anyone paying close enough attention. And Helena always paid close attention to Myka. It was clear she thought of Pete like a brother, and he thought of Myka like a sister.
"I will be in the motorbike aisle," Pete said when they'd reached the bottom of the stairs. "Doing inventory."
Myka narrowed her eyes. "Inventory. Right."
"Yep," Pete said, then walked off.
Myka shook her head. "I'm going to go tag stuff in the Renaissance aisle," Myka murmured as she started off towards said section.
"I'll go with you," Helena said cheerfully. Myka wasn't surprised, but she stopped and turned to look at Helena anyway. Helena shrugged. "I doubt Artie would want me on my own in the warehouse quite yet," she explained.
Myka raised an eyebrow and grinned. "I wasn't aware that you started caring about what Artie would want," she said.
Helena smiled back. "I'm… growing?"
Myka rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said. "Those artifacts won't tag themselves. Though, wouldn't it be awesome if they did?"
"Indeed, darling. Indeed." Helena linked her arm through Myka's and tugged her down the aisle. Myka mentally prepared herself for the task ahead of them. She had to focus on the inventory. She sighed. It was going to be a long day…
xoxoxoxox
Seattle Grace-Mercy West Hospital, Seattle, Washington…
"Stop staring," Dr. Callie Torres said dryly as she munched on a carrot, not even bothering to look at the person she was talking to.
"I'm not staring," came a gruff reply.
Both Callie and her newly-wedded wife, Dr. Arizona Robbins, turned to give Dr. Mark Sloan a "yeah, right" look, which he completely missed because he was, in fact, staring. Callie grabbed another carrot from her tray and threw it at him, hitting him in the side of his head.
"Hey!" he protested, finally returning his attention to the women sitting across from him in the hospital's cafeteria.
"That's what you get for staring," Arizona commented, sipping her drink.
"I wasn't staring!" Mark huffed.
"So you were, what? Admiring Avery's scrubs, then?" Callie countered, indicating the standard issued light blue resident scrubs that Jackson Avery wore as he sat at a table across the room. "Admit it. You're still pining after Lexie and you're mad she's with Avery now."
Mark glared at her, then stuffed the rest of his apple in his mouth before standing, grabbing his tray, and stalking off.
Callie grinned. "Mission: accomplished," she said as she turned to her wife. "I thought he'd never leave."
Arizona matched her wife's grin and stood. "Come on," she said. "You only have half an hour until your next surgery. We have to be quick!"
Callie followed Arizona out of the crowded cafeteria, both were eager to get to their destination. It had only been about 3 hours, but that was way too long. They needed their fix. Now.
Hands clasped tightly, they rode the elevator to the 5th floor in silence, not needing words. Words would just waste energy at this point.
They both practically sprinted down the hall when the elevator doors opened on the 5th floor, finally coming to a stop in front of a door. Arizona opened the door and allowed Callie to enter first before she walked in, closing the door behind her.
"I was wondering when you two would be making another appearance," an amused voice said as the women entered the room.
"Hi, Linda," Arizona said with a bright smile. "We just couldn't stay away. Is she sleeping?"
Linda shook her head. "Little angle just woke up about ten minutes ago," she said, walking over to one of the many cribs in the hospital's infant nursery. "I just changed her into a fresh diaper."
Callie smiled as she reached into the crib and picked up their daughter, Sofia, cradling her softly in her arms. The tiny girl cooed as she recognized her mothers and reached for Callie's necklace, the heart pendent Arizona had given her for Valentine's Day over a year ago.
Arizona looked on lovingly, closely studying the two most important women in her life as she wrapped an arm around Callie's lower back, resting her cheek against her arm. If you'd told her five years ago that this is where she would be-married with a child-she'd have told you that you were crazy. But now, standing next to the love of her life and the daughter she wouldn't give up for anything, she couldn't imagine herself anywhere else.
The sudden blaring of a pager startled both woman. Arizona groaned when she discovered that it was her pager. "It's me," she said. "911." She kissed Callie's cheek,
then Sofia's head, before rushing out of the room towards the Peds wing. The page had been from Nathan Harper's room. The 9 year old boy had just been diagnosed with an extremely rare form of adolescent cancer called Esthesioneuroblastoma after a small, yet intrusive, tumor had been discovered in the front part of the boy's brain. He'd just been admitted to the hospital that morning with a surgery scheduled for the following day.
Arizona raced into his room, surprised to see him sitting up and laughing with his parents. Arizona looked incredulously at Alex Karev. "I was paged a 9-1-1," she said. "What-"
"It's gone," Alex interrupted. "It just… disappeared."
Arizona knit her brow in confusion. "What are you talking about? What's gone?"
Alex glanced at the boy and his parents before leading Arizona out into the hallway towards one of the film viewing rooms. "These are Nathan's scans from an hour ago," he said as they entered the darkened room. He put the scans on the board and turned on the light, illuminating the films.
Arizona tiled her head in confusion. "Those can't be right. Run them again."
"We did," he said. "Three times. The tumor is gone."
"Then there has to be something wrong with the machine," Arizona insisted.
"I thought the same thing, but Radiology says it's working fine. His tumor is gone."
Arizona shot him a look. "His tumor can't just magically disappear, Karev. There has to be an explanation for this."
Alex shrugged. "Maybe the first scans were wrong."
Arizona sighed. "He had all the symptoms of a tumor. If the scans were wrong, there's something else wrong with him. But nothing else makes sense. We're missing something, here." She paused and studied the films once more with an intensity Alex hadn't quite seen before. "But we're going to figure it out."
The two spent the next several hours going over Nathan's case. Arizona ordered a different series of tests that should have revealed the tumor, but they came back clean. She was really at a loss. Especially since now, Nathan's symptoms had appeared to clear up. The strangest one being that he no longer had difficulty breathing through his nose. It was rather strange.
"It just… disappeared?"
Arizona sighed and looked at her wife across the small conference room table where several papers were spread out before her. She rubbed her hands over her face. "Brain tumors don't just disappear!" she groaned out. "I don't get it." She dropped her hands and took a deep breath. "I'm missing something…"
Callie was about to respond when her pager went off. She checked it, then sighed. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," she said. "Because you're awesome and all that." Arizona finally broke into a smile. "I'll see if I can make this quick, then come back and try and help."
"Thanks," Arizona said, unable to keep the weariness out of her voice.
Callie sighed and leaned down to place a soft kiss on Arizona's forehead. "You'll figure it out," she said softly. "You always do." With that, she left the room to answer her page.
"You paged me?" Callie asked as she walked into her patient's room. The patient, Kevin Mathers, a 28-year-old felon convicted of killing a teenaged boy just two months prior, lay handcuffed to the hospital bed, two armed cops standing nearby. Apparently, the man had been jumped in the courtyard of the maximum security prison the day before, and the other inmates had managed to break several of his ribs bad enough to require surgery. The guy gave Callie the major creeps, but she'd taken an oath and was obligated to treat him.
"Yeah, Mr. Mathers here says he's having trouble breathing," April Kepner stated from the foot of the bed as she wrote something in the charts. "I thought he was just trying to make trouble, but his O2 levels are much lower than this morning."
Callie pulled out her stethoscope and listened to his lungs. Normally, Callie would think the convict was just trying to score some drugs, but the look on his face was one of real panic. He wasn't faking.
"Order some scans," she said to April. "Page me when you get the results."
April nodded and picked up the phone to order the scans. She couldn't explain why, but Callie had a feeling she knew what was wrong with the man. But she didn't voice her suspicion just yet. She'd wait for the scans.
An hour later, Callie stood staring at the scans, both baffled and unsurprised.
"What is that?" April asked in awe.
"Kepner, page Dr. Robbins and the Chief. They need to see this."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is a short-ish chapter. I'm using it as a test chapter to see if people are interested in this crossover idea. Let me know what you think! :)
