This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I really started writing because I read that it was good to do some free writing to get rid of some writers-block. This is set right after S04E20 The Truth Hurts. It's a Bering & Wells fic, but I will still write about Claudia and the rest of the gang. I am not sure how many chapters yet. Hope you like it! Read and reveiw, please? Thank you.

Chapter 1: Discoveries and realizations.

H.G. Wells wasn't stupid nor was she forgetful. On the contrary; she was very, very clever. A genius in fact, and a very quick learner. The months and weeks spent at the Warehouse, and the young technological genius that was Claudia Donovan, had despite all else taught her a thing or two. After leaving the Warehouse and starting up her normal, suburban life she had decided that she would still keep an eye on her family and friends still at the Warehouse So she created a system that tracked every movement under the name "Bering, Myka", "Donovan, Claudia", "Lattimer, Peter" or "Nielsen / Weisfelt, Arthur". She then hacked their medical records and piggybacked on several different servers used by the healthcare services to gain access, so whenever their medical records would change she would get a ping. She had written the program so that only emergency treatments would pop up directly on her cell phone. Every now and again she would receive an e-mail with updates. She had received quite a few e-mails lately; but because of work, and because she knew that it was time for the annual health check-up, she hadn't had the time to see what was really going on. You can imagine her surprise, and subsequently shock, when she finally found the time to take a look at the files. Many of them, too many, where from patient #264879 Bering, Myka

The latest update read: Patient ready for surgery, will proceed with schedule. Prepping for operation.

She rapidly scrolled down: Patient diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Seems reluctant to receive treatment. Will give her time to let all sink in properly before attempting to schedule test and ultimately procedure.

For a long while she didn't breathe. Didn't think. Didn't live. Then her mind started to race. Why hadn't anyone called her? Why did Myka keep this a secret? Why would she leave her out on something this important?

"You bloody well know the answer to that…" she muttered to herself. Helena was perhaps a genius. But when it came to a certain Agent Myka Bering, she had been an utter fool. Now she sat there, dumbstruck in front of her computer, staring at the words Ovarian cancer. Myka had cancer. Her Myka was dying. Cancer. She desperately heaved for air. Was this some cruel cosmic joke? Was this her punishment? The one thing in this world she held most precious was in peril. Her futile attempt at a normal life seemed insignificant I comparison. Why hadn't she been able to open her eyes before? The threat of Myka losing her life was apparently what it took for Helena to wake up and see what truly mattered.

Myka.

Suddenly she felt calm. And for the first time in so many months her path was clear before her. Leaning towards the computer she quickly hacked her way through different systems and finally gained more access to Myka's medical journal and listed herself as next of kin. The name she wrote wasn't Emily Lake; but Helena G. Wells. Then she found a pen and some paper and started writing. First a letter to Nate and then to Adelaide. To Nate she wrote that she was sorry for leaving, but there was an emergency, and she thanked him for all he had done, but that she would not return. She hoped that he would one day forgive her, and that he would find a woman that truly deserved such a wonderful, caring and kind man.

To Adelaide she explained the situation a little better:

My dearest Adelaide.

I am sorry for leaving in this way. But with your skills off deduction I am certain that you have noticed how unhappy I have been. This has nothing to do with your father, nor you. I care deeply for your father, and it isn't right to drag him along as I live this fantasy life off mine.

As I am sure you noticed there is more behind the adventures of agent Bering and I. Our story is one of friendship and love denied. A story of a woman that hated the world, who wanted to see it destroyed. That woman was stopped, by another woman, the smartest, most beautiful and kind-hearted woman I have ever met (besides you of course, my dear.).

I owe agent Bering my life. And now she needs my help. So I must go, so that I can repay my debt and hopefully be forgiven.

You, my dearest Adelaide, have stolen a place in my heart, and I will always love you like a daughter. I hope that you can forgive me one day, for leaving you and your father. For breaking his heart. It would not be fair to him nor to you if I stayed. I beg of you not to tell your father any of what I have told you, for I fear it will only make his suffering worse.

Please know that I love you very, very much, my special angel. And whatever may come, know that Helena G. Wells will always be available to you.

Yours truly,

Helena.

She then scribbled down the number to her other phone, the one especially preserved for regents and her beloved warehouse agents. After adding Adelaide's number into that phone, she reset her usual phone so that every trace of her was gone, removed the SIM card and left the phone on the counter. The latter envelope was considerably larger than the first. Helena carefully wrote the names of each receiver on the envelope and looked at the letters for a while. She placed Nate's letter on the kitchen counter, then walked into Adelaide's room and placed it under her pillow. Then she started packing; within half an hour she was ready to leave. She opened the glove compartment and pressed a small button. A small, secret room appeared and her secret service badge fell out.

"You didn't truly believe I could leave my life completely behind me, did you Myka?" she murmured to herself as she looked at the badge. Emily Lake was no more; H.G. Wells was to be born anew.

Claudia glared at the bonehead that was trying to steal her Warehouse. She tried as best as she could to look confident and badass. She pictured the death-glare Myka had perfected over the years in her mind and tried to replicate it. Paracelsus glared back, mockingly.

"You must be foolish, girl." He finally said.

"Nope."

He smiled wickedly, not like H.G.'s wicked smiles which were full of mischief, but a truly wicked smile. "I have full control of the Warehouse, and every artefact in here. Do you really think that you can stop me?"

"That's right." Claudia tried to sound nonchalant. She thought she succeeded.

"How?" the new Caretaker spat.

"I have no idea. But you may have all the Warehouse-mojo, but subsequently the Warehouse is on my side. It'll protect me. So yeah, Perry-boy, I will take you down." Claudia said, pouring all her faith and confidence into those words.

Paracelsus deep, thundering laugh boomed through the Warehouse. "I'd like to see you try." Claudia barely managed to jump out of the way as Warehouse-lighting crashed down towards her.

"Let the games begin. May the odds be ever in your favour!" the redhead mocked over her shoulder as she ran through the Warehouse. He might have more power, but she had an advantage: the Warehouse was her home. She knew it better than she knew her own computer system.

Pete looked around in disbelief. How could this happen? Why had he been stupid enough to trust that lying-stinking-bastard? His knees buckled under him as he remembered: Myka.

Steve and Artie was beside him immediately, pulling at his arms.

"Myka." Pete sobbed.

"Myka is safe, Pete. We need to worry about Claudia." Steve exclaimed as he pulled him to his feet.

"No." Pete cried. "No. She's dying. Myka is dying."

"What?!" Steve and Artie shouted simultaneously.

Pete bit down on his knuckles as he tried to regain control over his voice. "She has cancer." he finally mustered between sobs. "I have to go be with her."

Just as he uttered the words a car came driving, full speed over a small sandbank. First now the group noticed that Mrs Frederick was talking on the phone, and probably had since they first saw the Warehouse shields go up. She talked silently into the phone and ended the call as the car skidded to a stop in front of the small group.

"We need to get back to the B&B immediately." She stated and headed for the car.

Pete was after her in seconds. "What? No, we have to go to Myka. Didn't you hear what I said?!"

Mrs Frederick opened the car door and gestured for the group to enter. Her expression gave them a clear message; now is not the time to question my authority. Pete obediently seated himself, but as soon as they started moving he started ranting:

"Mrs Frederick, I have to see Myka."

"Agent Lattimer, I assure you, Agent Bering is in excellent care. You need to focus on the task at hand; namely saving Claudia and the Warehouse from Paracelsus." Mrs Frederick had taken the front seat, the driver wasn't someone Pete had meet before.

"She's alone in the hospital! How can she be in excellent care?!" he screamed at the woman.

Mrs Frederick turned to face him and gave him a stern look. "Agent Bering is not alone. I just talked to one of our agents, she will be there in less than five minutes."

"One of our agents? All of our agents are either trapped in a warehouse, in this car or in a freaking hospital bed!" he tried to keep his voice from screaming, but his patience was running out.

"Do you really believe you are our only agents?"

"Then who? Who is with Myka?" he spat. And before Mrs Frederick could answer Pete was hit with a surge of realization.

"Agent Wells."

That caused Pete to explode: "You left Mykes alone with fucking Lady Cuckoo-?"

"Agent Lattimer." Mrs Frederick said patiently.

"The same woman who wanted to destroy the world? Who betrayed Myka time and time again?" Pete raged on.

"Agent Lattimer." She said this time with a strain in her tone.

"The woman who, just recently, broke her fucking heart?"

"Agent Lattimer!" Mrs Frederick's sudden outburst quieted him. "First of all; Agent Wells has changed. I do not know if you are aware, but the woman sacrificed herself to save the warehouse, to save you and Myka."

Pete looked at her with his mouth ajar. He turned to look at Artie, who nodded. Arthur remembered the expressions, the looks and the words that H.G. and Myka had shared those few precious seconds of H.G.'s life. Artie knew that, despite all her flaws, there were no one that could protect Myka as H.G. will.

"So will you now come peacefully?" Mrs Frederick turned and look at him over her glasses.

"Yes…" he answered reluctantly. "But I still think one of us should be with her."

Mrs Frederick gave him a warm smile. "You are forgetting one part of the equation of why Agent Wells will be the best protector Agent Bering could have."

"What."

"Love, Agent Lattimer. Love."

Helena opened her door at the same time as she put the car in park and turned the ignition. She ran out of the car and to the elevator. Quickly reading down the list of wings and departments, she finally found the right one and pressed the button. A sweet, young nurse sat at the terminal and as the elevator doors opened she smiled at Helena and asked: "What can I help you with?"

"I need to find Myka Bering."

The woman's expression changed. "Are you next of kin?"

Helena tore out her badge and ID and showed it to the young nurse. "Helena G. Wells. I should be there."

The young nurse looked at her credentials and typed painstakingly slowly on her computer. Helena supressed the urge to drum her fingers against the counter. Finally after what felt like an eternity the woman looked up smiling. "Yes, here you are. H.G. Wells, what a coincidence! Were your parents fans of the author?"

"Something like that." Helena muttered sarcastically. "Where can I find Miss Bering?"

"She's in room 512. I can get a nurse to show you the way-"

Helena quickly spotted the direction signs and cut her off. "That won't be necessary. Thank you for your services." She grabbed her badge and ID and walked as fast as she could without jogging towards her goal. What if she was too late? What if she had missed when Myka first woke up? She started running and finally found the room, at the end of the hallway. Two doctors stood by her bed and looked over her journal and checking her vitals. They looked up as they heard Helena skidding to a stop in the doorway. There was Myka, resting peacefully in the hospital bed, as if she was asleep. Now that she was here she froze. What was she really doing here? What was she supposed to do now..?

The doctor looked at her. "Are you the next of kin, Miss?"

Helena stuttered. "Wells, Helena Wells. And y-yes." Doing everything in her power to choke back the sob that threatened to escape her mouth.

The doctor closed his journal and moved to the side, to reveal a chair by the bedside. "Please, come sit down."

"I would rather stand, now tell me how is she?"

"You should sit down, Miss Wells." The doctor insisted.

"Tell me what is going on!" Helena demanded.

The doctor sighed and closed some distance between himself and the writer. "We were able to remove the cancer in her ovaries. We had to remove both her ovaries and her uterus." He paused to give Helena a moment to let the information sink in. "It would be best if you sat down, Miss Wells."

"Can't you just bloody well tell me what is going on?" Helena spat. Not once letting her gaze shift from Myka's peaceful form.

"I am sorry to tell you that the cancer has progressed more than we thought. It has spread." Helena quickly closed the distance to the chair by the bed. She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face until she slumped down into the chair and took Myka's hand in hers.

Thank you for reading. :)

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