Note: So this is my first Warehouse Fanfic, I usually do NCIS, but I started watching Warehouse this summer and I thought it was awesome. Plus Allison Scagliotti is pretty hot, that helped me get hooked. I happened to be in a very creative move and just spun out this little chapter, I hope to update soon, but I have a pretty bad track record of regular updating; be forewarned. And yes, I make up words. It's fun. So read and review, I'm counting on you guys.

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The aisles of the warehouse were cold and drafty, which was surprising, considering that there were no windows to let in any wind. There were only miles and miles of relics and inventions under one man made roof, sharing the one common trait of existing beyond the grasp of human understanding. Aisles of mystery that simply faded away into darkness.

It was the antithesis of what most people imagined when they heard of South Dakota. There were no languid fields of grain, no enormous herds of cattle or rural towns where everyone knew one another. Well, maybe there were, but certainly not here, in The Warehouse. Artie would know about them.

And here, in a place nearly devoid of human life, or anything really human for that matter, sat Claudia Donovan. On a beach chair. Watching Nickelodeon reruns on Merlin's Glass, a mirror with the ability to show the viewer anything they wanted, anywhere, or anywhen, in the world.

Myka rounded the corner, nearly bumping into the engrossed younger woman.

"Claudia! There you are! We've been looking for you. Artie said you'd been gone for over four hours. We thought you'd gotten lost."

Pete appeared quickly behind his partner.

"Yeah, or you'd gotten sucked into someth-" He broke off mid-sentence, "Hey is that Catdog?"

Claudia simply grinned smugly in response. Pete happily dragged over a nearby crate and joined her.

"Really Pete?"

"These are classic cartoons Myka. Come on."

Myka paused, furrowing her brow in thought.

"Is that...Merlin's Glass?"

"Yep!" Claudia chirped.

"The one designed by Merlin, the son of a mortal woman and a demon?"

"Allegedly."

"Right. And that doesn't bother you at all?"

"Not really, no." They both replied in unison.

Myka rolled her eyes.

"Children, I'm surrounded by children."

"I prefer senioritically challenged. And no that's not a word, geniuses are allowed to make up their own." Claudia quipped.

"Nice one." Pete laughed, raising his hand for a fist bump. She readily obliged him.

"I try."

"Oh there you three are. I had hoped at least one of you would have had the decency to..." He trailed off.

"Is that Merlin's Glass?"

"Uhm, yes?" Claudia answered nervously.

"The one created by Merlin 'Satanspawn'? A mirror able to rip holes in the very fabric of reality? And you thought it would be a good idea to watch cartoons on it?"

"Well, when you put it that way..."

"Turn if off, turn it off!" Artie yelled.

"Don't look at me, it's not like there was instruction manual lying around." Claudia shouted as she frantically fumbled around with the artifact. She couldn't find anything that even resembled a button, especially one labeled 'power'. Finally, Pete reached over and slammed it down on the shelf where it rested.

Claudia shot him a significant glance. He tapped his head.

"Averagicity. Gotta love it."

"Ooh. Nice one.

Myka looked towards Artie.

"So is it...safe now?" She asked.

"It should be." He replied. "The glass doesn't seem to work when unless it is exposed to light. Which was why it was covered..."

"Hey, it wasn't covered when I found it. It just...turned on I guess when I walked by."

"Nevertheless, I think the danger has passed. At least nothing has exploded anyway. Come on, there's some strange occurrences in Vancouver, I have a few ideas, but they'll need looking into." He turned; Peter and Myka following close behind.

"I feel like I'm going to need a massage." Myka groaned.

"I could probably help you with that. I used to date a masseuse, my training was very...extensive." Pete teased.

Claudia could almost hear his partner roll her eyes.

"Make me proud guys." She called after them. Her smile faded however, as she spotted a small pile of sand forming beneath the fallen mirror.

Well that can't be good, she thought.