Let us do something, while we have the chance.

Just something for the fun of it. Hope you enjoy. I don't own Warehouse 13.

"What really matters is what you do with what you have."
- H. G. Wells

Chapter 1—the Meeting

Warehouse 13

Claudia was bent over at the computer terminal. Artie was sitting beside her, looking at the screen. "Now, see that just won't work. We'll never get it that way."

Pete came walking over to the computer, "Yeah Artie, just because you want the Extreme Pizza without the pork sausage, doesn't mean they make it that way. Try Joe's Pizza Oven, you can build it from scratch and get what you want."

Artie shook his head, "Yeah, but the tomato sauce just isn't the same."

Myka looked over from where she was sitting, "Artie, sometimes you just can't get it the way you want it. You have to accept the way it comes and learn to just get along."

They all looked at her like she had just grown another head.

Mrs. Frederic came in and said, "Better make sure the original copy of Poor Richard's is in its place."

Pete turned to her and asked, "Something we need to be doing? There haven't been any pings, have there?"

Mrs. Frederic replied, "No, but one of you may consider this worse than a ping. We found the missing piece of Aristotle's 'Memories and Reminiscence' in Helena's cell. She has been unconscious for two weeks. She now claims she does not remember anything of the past. Her last memory was her getting ready for a mission as an agent of Warehouse 12."

"And you believe her?" Artie asked in a cruel voice of suspicion.

"We have a research team led by one of the Regents working on it. So far they have concluded that the artifact does wipe out memory. They have not tried it on a human," Mrs. Frederic added. "Claudia, we have a great deal of research for you. We have been able to download all the files from Warehouse 12 into our system. We need you to work to collaborate whatever Helena gives us and find in those files as you can about a memory eraser, like this artifact from Aristotle."

Claudia was amused to see that her computer screen now had an icon for Warehouse 12. She smiled back at Mrs. Frederic.

Pete noticed it and was amazed, trying to figure out how she did that.

Artie was still very suspicious and asked in a statement, "You're not going to release her."

"No Arthur, we have two pieces still out there. Either one can cause monumental disasters. She won't get out, if she does, until this is settled and those pieces recovered," Mrs. Frederic replied.

"You do think there is another person involved? Don't you?" asked Claudia.

"Yes, she has been transferred between prisons now three times. Each time she was searched and then was given a new set of clothes. Someone got the artifact into her. She did not have it all the time." Mrs. Frederic looked at Claudia and then asked her, "What are you thinking?"

"That whoever they are, they are trying to get something else. And they would know how the artifact works and how much time it blanks out. They would have tried it out on other people," Claudia narrowed her eyes looking back at Mrs. Frederic.

"Yes, that's what the Regents have concluded. Our problem is that we don't know who it is." She turned to Myka, "That's why we want you to go interview her." She then said, "And Arthur, we want you to go along. The connection with Mr. MacPherson is not as clear as we once thought."

Pete asked, "What about me?"

"I want you to go with them. You are to check security. See if you can find out how somebody got her the paper and who it was." Mrs. Frederic passed out three airline ticket jackets. They looked down to see their flight times and she was gone.

Federal Prison,
Cedar City, Utah

"Myka, what's the point? Artie is never going to trust me. I can see it in his eyes when he comes in here. For whatever I did before, I am truly sorry, but I can't change it." Helena pleaded. Her head was down so that her voice would project better into the microphone mounted in the table.

Myka was on the other side of the protective glass window. She was happy that they were no longer bringing Helena into the interview room in chains. Today Helena was wearing the typical orange jumper uniform of a prisoner. They were both sitting in their less than comfortable metal chairs. This was the first day that they were alone. Artie was with Pete trying to confirm a lead on the artifact used to erase Helena's memories.

Myka slumped a little in the chair. This constant questioning about her time with the team was getting nowhere. If she did remember any of it, she was not confirming it or showing any sign that she knew. Mrs. Frederic and the others, Myka thought they meant other Regents, wanted her to press this line. But she thought she would try something else.

"So, what year do you last remember? Who was President? Where were you last?" asked Myka in a series of questions.

Helena looked up at Myka. She realized this was a new line of questions and was happy to answer, "The year was 1880. Your President was Grant...no Hayes. I was in York."

Myka was caught. She had to go through the President's to see if Helena was right. She knew she would have no idea who the Prime Minister of England was in 1880. She wasn't sure how Helena could remember President Hayes. She sat just looking at Helena, trying to think of relevant questions to ask about 1880 England.

"So, who was the king or queen of England and who was the Prime Minister?" She thought that they could at least go back and confirm what she said.

"Hon, it was Great Britain. The queen was Queen Victoria. We had just reelected Gladstone as the PM. Is this supposed to be a history lesson for you?" Helena smiled.

Myka smiled. At least the sarcasm was coming back, back to the old Helena. She shook her head and asked, "So, how long had you been with Warehouse 12? Where you married? What was the last case you were working on?"

"I had been working in Warehouse 12 for two years. No, I am not married. The last case was called the Moriarty Crystal," Helena smiled.

Before Myka came up with her next question, her Farnsworth rang. It was Claudia, "Myka stop. Someone has hacked into the system and is listening."

A/N Please review. Like to see if there is still a little interest in this series.