I had a whole spiel written about this story, but I forgot to save it so... that's gone. Basically I have four chapters of this written, if you like it tell me and I'll post more if you hate it tell me and I'll take it down. Easy peasy :)
Note on crossover: There are two reasons this is not in the crossover section. 1) I explain all the Sanctuary stuff so you don't have to have background knowledge. And 2) I really don't like having the categorize this as anything other than Myka/Helena, especially not Helen/Helena. No thank you. If that offends you, once again tell me and I'll either take the story down or switch it for your comfort. No worries.
Warehouse 13: Myka's POV
"Myka, office now" Are the only words I get from the blurry image of Artie on the screen, before it cuts off.
Shaking my head I look across the small space and meet Helena's eyes as she closes her notebook.
"Artie alert," I smirk as I stand from the lumpy yet comfortable couch Claudia and Pete dragged into our make shift down time/hide from angry Artie area.
Walking side by side we make it back to the office in minutes, preparing ourselves for whatever we're dealing with.
"What's going on?" I ask voicing the question Helena and I share.
"H.G. come look at this!" Pete looks startled staring at one of the clearer screens on the desk where Claudia and Artie had stood huddled around.
Shuffling aside, I follow Helena into the small huddle, ready to see the footage for myself.
The scene showed outside the warehouse, in what looked to be early morning or late night. Nothing seemed out of place as I glanced through the scene, but a flash of what seemed like electricity burst in the area and I could feel Helena tense beside me.
A moment later the blue current dissipated and an ominous tall man stood in its place. Tilting his head to flash a sinister smile into the camera, he spoke cold and calculating, "I know you're there Helena. No need to hide." And within an instant the blue cover was back, and the man was gone.
"Helena?" I question placing my hand on her shoulder though the touch was for both of our comfort. Her silence as she stares at the blank screen is nerve racking.
"Did you find a facial match?" Artie questions, concern growing in his voice.
"You won't find anything. He's not…that can't possibly…Only Helen-" Helena spoke in broken sentences.
"What is it H.G.?" Claudia asks shifting in her seat
"I need to go to New York." Is the only response we receive as she turns around to leave, but before she can I grab her arm tighter, both from not wanting her to leave and fear for her safety.
"Why New York, who is this guy?" Pete asks, seriousness taking the place of his usually joke-ridden speak.
"I can't tell you know, I'll tell you when I get there. If he knows where I am there's no telling what else he knows." She responds cryptically, not giving anything away.
"I'm going with you." I say, still not releasing my grip on her arm.
Before she can argue, the points of which I see bubbling up in her eyes, Artie commands Pete and I to follow her, choosing not to take the time to argue, Helena just rolls her eyes and breezes from the room with me in follow.
"The tickets will be at the airport when you get there." Claudia calls from the office and in less than thirty minutes we are pulling in to the airport with a very silent yet shaky Helena, and a –for once- quiet Pete.