I do not own Warehouse 13 or anything in it, and am not making profit from this.

This is my first fanfic, so please, read! Enjoy! Review! But be kind. :)

"Claude?" Did you hear what I said?" Pete's voice is soft and sad, almost pleading with me to stay strong. But I can't do anything. I can't scream or cry. I just sit here. After a long moment, Pete gets up. "I'll let you... you know, process and stuff." He closes the door after he leaves my room at the B&B.

She's dead. Mrs. F is actually dead this time. There's no way to bring her back. The words keep playing over and over in my mind, but they don't mean anything. I can't make sense of them. I'm frozen. Hours pass, and I'm still here with my knees drawn up close to me, elbows on my knees, and hands on my forehead, eyes closed. I sunk down to this position against the wall when Pete told me the news. I had kind of already figured it out. I felt this weird... thing. Like the Warehouse was calling me to itself. But it scared the crap out of me. I don't want to move, or think or feel. I don't want to be here.

A knock sounds at the door. "Claudia?" It's Myka. She knocks again. "You okay?" I don't react. I don't think I could if I tried. "I'm coming in," she says, opening the door. Myka crosses the room and puts her hand on my back.

Just leave me alone, Myka.

"Claude, are you okay? Claudia?" She tries to move one of my hands away from my face, but it's stuck there. It's stiff and won't move.

"Claudia, can you hear me? Hey Pete, get in here!" she yells.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Something's wrong. Claudia's not moving or responding." Her voice sounds concerned, and almost makes me want to look up at her, but I can't. I'm stuck with my eyes closed, still as a statue. Now I'm starting to panic.

"I'll get Artie and Dr. Vanessa." I hear him running down the stairs, and soon Dr. Vanessa's voice filters through.

"Claudia?" She touches my arm. "Artie, we need to bring her to the hospital."

"What, why?" he sounds angry, but I know he's just scared.

"She's in a cataleptic state. Who saw her last?"

"Uh, it was me." Pete says nervously. "I had to tell her about... Mrs. Frederic." There's a long silence.

"Emotional shock can lead to this. Let's get her to the car. Claudia? We're going to bring you to the hospital. You're going to be okay." Dr. Vanessa rubs my stiff arm.

No, I'm really not.

"Wait, she can hear us?" Pete asks, as I feel myself being picked up.

"I'm not sure. She's probably scared, though." I'm set down in the car, and feel an arm around me.

"Hey Claude, it's me." Jinksy's voice cracks. It sounds like he's just barely keeping it together.

It's a long drive. No one's talking. The car stops, and the engine shuts off. The door opens, and I'm put on a gurney. Doctors and nurses are asking me questions and I'm starting to tune out. I'm stuck with needles and they do tests. I taste something metallic and realize they must be giving me something through an IV. Then the dreams come.

Nightmares would be a more accurate description. All of the horrors of my life in one long stream. My parents death, Joshua's disappearance, all the terrors of the dark vault, and then the Psych ward and Dr. Michener. But the worst of all is Mrs. Frederic dying. I think I must see it a dozen times. It just keeps playing over and over. I'm standing over her dead body just staring and trying to scream but I can't and it's killing me. I can't hold on. I can't.

I start to lose my hold on reality.

"Claude?" Jinksy's voice slices through the nightmare. I squint and open my eyes letting in way too much light and groan slightly.

"Can you hear me?"

"Jeez, a girl needs her beauty rest, Jinksy."

"Claudia!" he hugs me tightly.

"Ugh, oxygen is essential for life, pal."

"Sorry." He loosens his hug slightly. "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess." I'm not really sure how I feel, but it beats nightmares.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I can move."

"You wanna talk abou-"

"No."

"Okay. Uh, I'll be right back. Artie, Myka and Pete are in the waiting room, so I'm going to let them know you're awake."

"Okay." He hugs me again before he leaves, as if afraid I'll be gone when he comes back.

Now what? They give me some psych meds, make sure I'm not going to lose it, and send me back to the B&B? Or the Warehouse? I feel sick. I don't ever want to go back to the warehouse. Its business has resulted in so many deaths. Leena. Mrs. Frederic. And now I'm expected to take care of it while it kills off all my friends as I live on and on? I can't. I won't.

"Hey Claude." Pete comes over and gives me a hug, quickly followed by Myka. Artie stands back for a moment. He's doing that thing where he acts a little pissed but is actually trying not to cry.

"Don't scare us like that." His voice is gruff.

"Okay." He comes over and gives me a hug.

A nurse comes in and checks some things. Later, a doctor comes, asking the others to leave.

"So Claudia, what do you think triggered your Catalepsia?" I shrug. "What happened before it started?"

"Look, I don't really want to talk about this. I'm fine, so I can leave, right?"

"You're not psychiatrically cleared."

"But I'm not a danger to others, and I'm an adult. So legally, I can check myself out, correct?"

"Well, yes... Technically-"

"Great. Then I want to check myself out."

"You will be going against my judgement, you know that right?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Okay. I'll get your release papers."

I'm not really sure why I want to leave. It won't be any better at the B&B with people pressuring me to go back. Maybe I can just stay in my room for a while. I'm starting to get anxious. Really anxious. But I shove the feeling down, get changed into my street-clothes, and go out to the others after signing my release forms.

"''Kay, I'm ready to go."

"Oh... Um, can you?" Myka asks, nervously.

"Yah, I signed the papers and I'm ready to go home." We all go out to the car, and are pretty quiet on the ride home. When we get to the B&B, I stalk up to my room and flop into my bed.

I keep to myself mostly. I try picking up my guitar to handle the grief, or tinkering with one of my electrical projects. But they don't help. Nothing helps. I feel the Warehouse nagging at me to go back to it.

Just leave me alone. I'm never going back.

Eventually I end up lying in my bed most of the time, only getting up for absolute necessities. I can't even cry. I'm just sitting here, empty.