A/N 1: Warehouse 13 was created by Jane Espenson and D. Brent Mote and was aired on the SYFY network. They reserve all rights to Warehouse 13. I do not own or have any rights to the show and my story is for entertainment only.

A/N 2: I believe that the final 2 episodes in the show were supposed to be 24 hours apart, but in my story the final 2 episodes were at least 5 days apart.

Chapter One

(From the show)

At Warehouse 13, during the second week of May, Artie and Myka stored away the Mason Compass.

"I just can't believe that the warehouse almost moved," Myka commented before she and Artie began walking away from the compass. "We've been here for five years, you know? It feels like home."

"Try forty years. A little piece of advice, take it one snag at a time," Artie replied before he went to close the overhead door to the room. "Something I've learned on this job is you never know when things are going to…" The Mason Compass reactivated, and Artie stopped the door from closing before he continued to say, "Change."

"Artie, I thought we stopped it," Myka said.

"We did," Artie replied before calling Mrs. Frederic on his Farnsworth.

"There's a problem, isn't there?" Mrs. Frederic asked as if only for verification.

"Yes," Artie replied before pointing his Farnsworth so Mrs. Frederic could see the Mason Compass. As Artie looked into the Farnsworth again, he continued to say, "We retrieved the setting maul. We stopped the warehouse from moving. Why is that compass still active?"

"I had a feeling," Mrs. Frederic replied as she acted as if she was trying to make sense of her thoughts or feelings. Myka moved to see into the Farnsworth as well. "Yes, I'm afraid Benedict Valda's actions may have set certain events into motion."

"Events? What kind of events?" Myka quickly questioned.

"The kind that even I may be unable to stop," Mrs. Frederic replied.

(Beginning of my story)

During the following mornings around 3:00 A.M. each morning of Central Daylight Savings Time, in Webster Groves, Missouri, (one of the cities that made up Saint Louis County), Valerie Mendes—a forty-five year-old mulatto woman who greatly favored Leena in many ways—would get out of her king-size bed while in a supernatural trance and go down into the basement of her two-story house. Once in the basement, she sat at her deceased father's architect drafting table and drew out blueprints for Warehouse 14.

Valerie stood 5' 6" while barefooted. She had chocolate brown eyes and long black hair. Her father was English and French, and her mother was African American. Her dominant language was English, but she learned Spanish and Portuguese after meeting her husband, Shayne.

Shayne was a police detective for Saint Louis County and had currently been working nights, so he remained unaware of Valerie's supernatural trance.

Shayne was forty-six years old. He stood 5' 7.5" while barefooted, and he too had black hair and brown eyes. Shayne's dominant language was English, but because of his parents, he was fluent in Spanish and Portuguese, along with knowing a little Navajo.

Shayne's mother (Marina) was Brazilian and had moved to Carlsbad, New Mexico, along with her parents and siblings, when she was fourteen. Shayne's father (Miguel) was Mexican and Native American from the Navajo tribe and had grown up in Carlsbad, New Mexico. However, Miguel, Marina and David (Shayne's younger brother) had moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico when Shayne was eighteen—weeks before Shayne could start college at Saint Louis University.

Danielle (Dani), Valerie and Shayne's oldest daughter out of three daughters and no sons, lived with her fiancé Michael, so she was unaware of her mom's supernatural trance as well.

Dani was twenty-three years old and stood 5' 4." while barefooted, and like her mom, she had chocolate brown eyes and long black hair. Her dominant language was English, but was fluent in Spanish and Portuguese as well.

Kelly, Valerie and Shayne's second oldest daughter, lived with Valerie and Shayne, and was sleeping during the times her mom would be in her supernatural trance, so she too was unaware of her mom's supernatural trance.

Kelly was twenty years old and stood 5' 5.5" while barefooted, and also like her mom, she had chocolate brown eyes and long black hair. Her dominant language was English, but was fluent in Spanish and Portuguese as well.

Veronica (Ronnie), Valerie and Shayne's youngest daughter, also lived with Valerie and Shayne, and was sleeping as well during the times her mom would be in her supernatural trance.

Ronnie had turned seventeen years old on May 7th and was also 5' 4" while barefooted. Ronnie's fingernails were kept somewhat lengthy and were currently unpolished, and like her mom and two sisters, she had chocolate brown eyes and long black hair. Her dominant language was English, but was fluent in Spanish and Portuguese as well.

Unlike her parents and sisters, but like her maternal grandmother, Ronnie had the ability to see auras in people and objects, as well as the ability to get the occasional psychic visions and/or feelings.

During the passing few days Ronnie had begun to notice that Valerie's normal purplish blue aura was slowly shifting to be more purple than blue and had asked Valerie if anything was troubling her, but Valerie had sincerely acted puzzled by Ronnie's inquiry.

Ronnie just gave Valerie a curious look before dropping the issue.

The following Saturday morning, on Big Bend road in Webster Groves, Missouri, Ronnie stopped her red Honda Insight at a stop light.

Taped to the pole of the stop light was a colorful handwritten advertisement poster for a yard sale that was currently in progress.

After Ronnie saw the troubling aura on the advertisement for the yard sale, she inserted the address for it into her GPS, but before she was done, the light turned green.

The man who was stopped behind Ronnie honked his horn for Ronnie to go as the GPS displayed the route that Ronnie needed to go to find the yard sale.

Ronnie politely waved to the man behind her before continuing through the intersection, and as her GPS instructed, she turned right at the first side road that she came to.

Ronnie followed the path that the GPS instructed her to take for several blocks before parking her car in front of the house that was hosting the yard sale.

While sitting in her car, Ronnie looked towards the large and small objects that were being sold and noting that there were quite amount of stuff, and as of yet, not too many buyers.

There were four women and three men in the yard. The youngest woman was in her early twenties and the oldest woman—the woman who was hosting the yard sale—was Caucasian and in her mid to late forties. The youngest man—also a Caucasian—was nineteen and the oldest man—a Caucasian as well—was in his mid to late forties.

When Ronnie saw the nineteen-year-old, she mouthed out the name, "Scott… I think."

After getting an overview of what was being sold in the yard, Ronnie glanced at her car clock, which read, "8:45 A.M." and shut off her engine. She then grabbed her long-strap denim purse before opening the door and climbing out.

Ronnie was currently wearing black slacks, a teal button-up blouse and three-inch high-heeled black ankle boots. The jewelry she wore was one ring on her right ring finger, a pair of emerald birthstone earrings and an old amulet type necklace that also had an emerald stone. Ronnie had bought the amulet necklace seven years ago from Rebecca St. Clair during one of Rebecca's yard sale, and Rebecca had bought it new when she was sixteen.

As Ronnie was making her way to the tables that were displaying the small items for sale, Scott—who had a secret crush on Ronnie for the past two years—saw her the moment when she stepped out of her car.

Scott was 5' 10" and somewhat muscular, and as Ronnie moved towards the tables, he stepped up, and said, "Ronnie. Hi."

"Scott, right?" Ronnie questioned as she came to a stop.

"Yes; right," he replied. "So how have you been? It's been a while since I've seen you."

"I've been good, Scott," Ronnie replied with a slight grin. "How have you been?"

"I'm good too," Scott replied. "So are you and Everett still together?"

"Everett and I had only gone out on two dates," Ronnie replied. "So we were really never together."

"I wish I had known that a year ago." As Ronnie was giving Scott a curious look, Scott continued to asked, "Are you seeing anyone now?"

"Kind of," Ronnie replied.

"Kind of?" Scott echoed.

"Eric Stewart and I had gone on two dates and we are planning to go on another one," Ronnie replied. "So far, he's not frightened away by my freakiness and quirks."

"I can't believe anyone can accuse you of being a freak," Scott began sincerely. "And what quirks could you have that would frighten people away?"

"My major quirk is that I go to yard sales, thrift shops and antiques stores, and what makes me a freak is that all those curios I find, speak to me."

"What do you mean they speak to you?" Scott replied in an uncertain tone.

"I mean what I said," Ronnie replied. "Inanimate objects speak to me. Not in words of course. They speak to me with their aura."

"Aura?" Scott questioned curiously.

"Auras are the colors or waves of colors that people and objects emit, and I can see them," Ronnie shared.

"Okay," Scott replied skeptically.

Ronnie amusingly grinned before saying, "I told you I was a freak."

"No-no," Scott replied unconvincingly. "I wasn't thinking that you were a freak."

"Yes you were, and I'm fine with it," Ronnie replied. "In fact, I am a freak and I'm okay with it. I prefer my freakiness of seeing auras, because my ability to see auras is how I know which curios to buy."

"So you don't just buy any curio, you buy curios with a certain aura to them," Scott summed up.

"Exactly," Ronnie replied. "I'm here looking for curios that emit a certain aura. Anyway, what about you? You don't look the type to go to yard sales."

"I'm not," Scott admitted. "I live here and my parents are the ones who are putting on the yard sale."

"Ah," Ronnie replied with a nod.

"So tell me," Scott began with a hand gesture of his left hand. Ronnie caught sight of the watch that he wore. "What are the objects saying to you?"

Ronnie dragged her gaze from the watch and looked towards the items near her that were being sold.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you what I'm being told?" Ronnie questioned in a tone as if Scott's request wasn't well thought out.

"I'm sure," Scott replied.

"Okay," Ronnie began skeptically. "First you should know that unowned objects—object that are rarely held by anyone—emit a light gray aura, and one-owner objects emit auras that are the same color of their owners' auras. For example, your aura is olive green, but the watch you're wearing has a blue aura. Also most of the items here have a similar shade of blue aura as the watch, which indicates to me that they had belonged to the same person for more than two months, and the person who owned them had purchased them new. Since your watch is for a man, I'm going to assumed that the person was a man who owned the items. Also shades of blue mean several things, like loyalty, gallantry, bravery, trustworthy, logical mind and self-confidence to name a few. So the man who had owned all of these objects had some of these traits before he died…"

"What makes you think that he died?" Scott quickly asked.

"People don't sell off living people's stuff at a yard sale, and since you're wearing his watch, the man who died meant a lot to you," Ronnie replied.

Scott nodded to acknowledge what was said before saying, "He was my grandpa. He died two weeks ago. Anyway, you said that I have an olive green aura. What does that mean?"

Ronnie slightly grinned before saying, "Shades of green mean several things too, but I associate your shade of green to mean strong family ties and a strong peace with nature. You currently have a nice aura and I hope you keep it for many years."

"Wait, my aura can change?" Scott quickly asked.

"It can and eventually it will," Ronnie said.

"What causes an aura to change?" Scott asked.

"Emotions can cause it," Ronnie replied. "Like now. Your aura is now crackling with flecks of yellow, which means, you're worried about something. What are you worried about, Scott?"

"You told me that I had a nice aura and then you told me that I can lose it," Scott replied. "Yes, I realize it's stupid, but it bothered me when you said I could lose my nice aura."

"Yes, your aura will change throughout the years, but just because it will change, it doesn't mean that it will change for the worse. In fact, going by your grandpa's belongings, your grandpa had a nice aura too."

"Okay," Scott replied in an accepting tone.

Ronnie gestured towards the items while saying, "Anyway, I would like to see what your parents are selling."

"Of course; sorry," Scott replied before following Ronnie to a table. When Ronnie went to look through a large stack of movie DVDs, Scott asked, "Since I owned the watch now, will the watch aura changed to my aura."

"If you continue to wear the watch for at least two months, the watch's aura will shift to a two-color aura. In fact, objects that are shared by more than one person—like TV remotes—will have multi-color auras as well, and many shared objects…"

"Like TV remotes," Scott supplied.

Ronnie slightly grinned before continuing to say, "Yes, like TV remotes, will have a rainbow looking auras."

"That's interesting," Scott replied as Ronnie continued to look through the DVDs. "Does people have multiple color auras?"

"A person who is completely void of any moods or emotions will have a single color aura," Ronnie began. "I personally call that a resting aura. And I don't believe that a person's resting aura will have more than one color. However, except for people who are sleeping in a dreamless sleep, everybody is filled with light to severe emotions; such as happiness, sadness and anger just to mention a few. Severe emotions like complete terror will cause the resting aura to shift completely to a different color. Of course it will change back once the severity of the emotions lessens. And for light emotions, a person's aura will only crackle with another color. I refer to those crackles or flecks of color as 'emotional crackles.'"

"So you know a person's mood just by looking at him or her," Scott replied.

"Well, I would have to get to know the person first before I can tell a person's mood by his or her aura," Ronnie replied as she put down the DVDs. "I've seen you worried before. That was how I knew that you were worried when I saw crackling flecks of yellow in your aura. I also have seen you upset, and when that happens, your aura crackles with flecks of red."

"Have you seen other color flecks in my aura?" Scott asked.

Ronnie thought for a moment before saying, "When you're happy, your aura crackles with darker flecks of green. And that's all I know about your aura. I haven't been around you enough to see you in other moods."

"Yeah, I guess not," Scott replied.

"So, Scott, did your grandpa own any antiques?" Ronnie asked.

Scott thought for a moment before gesturing and saying, "There's a wind-up clock over there that's at least fifty years old. It still works."

"I'll check it out," Ronnie replied before she and Scott walked towards the clock.

Scott's parents (Joe and Mary) were near the table where the clock was setting and as Ronnie and Scott stepped up, Joe and Mary greeted Ronnie with, "Good Morning."

"Good Morning," Ronnie replied as she looked towards the clock. "I saw your advertising sign and I thought I come and check out what you had."

"We have plenty here to sell," Mary said as Ronnie looked towards the other items on the table.

"Ronnie asked if there were any antiques for sale," Scott began. "The clock is the only antique here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, there are no other antiques," Mary replied.

"Your dad's artist tool set is pretty old," Joe added. "That's for sale."

"Well, the case is old, but the pencils and chalks inside aren't," Mary replied.

"My grandpa used to teach art before he retired and drew comic books for a hobby," Scott shared.

"My mom's dad was an artist too before he died, but he drew houses. He was an architect," Ronnie shared.

"What about you, Ronnie?" Scott asked. "Are you an artist?"

Ronnie smiled before sharing, "I can draw, and I draw quite frequently too."

"If you draw frequently, then you might like the artist tool set," Mary replied before gesturing. "It's right over there."

Ronnie looked towards the artist tool set and saw a very active black, blue and red aura emitting from the case. With her right hand, she subconsciously felt her amulet necklace beneath her shirt as she walked over to the artist tool set. Once she reached it, she spotted twenty fan-fiction comic book manuscripts of Batman, Superman and Spiderman that were also emitting an active black, blue and red auras, but not as active as the case.

The artist tool set had a price tag on it for forty dollars and the comic book manuscripts were priced a dollar for each manuscript.

Without hesitation, Ronnie reached for the case, but received a mild static electrical shock when she was an inch from it.

After flinching slightly and mouthing out the word "Ow", Ronnie noticed that the case's very active black, blue and red aura appeared slightly less active.

While ignoring the slight change of the case's aura, Ronnie opened the case and looked at the pencils, the chalk, the short ruler and the artist compass and saw that they too were emitting active black, blue and red auras.

Ronnie closed the case, turned towards Mary and said, "I'll buy the artist tool set and all of the comic books." Ronnie reached into her purse. "So I owe you sixty dollars."

"You're going to pay the sixty dollars without attempting to haggle?" Scott questioned as Ronnie pulled out her wallet.

"I actually know how much this particular artist tool set costs brand new, so sixty dollars for everything isn't really a bad price," Ronnie replied as she pulled out three twenties from her wallet. She then held out the money for Mary to take.

As Mary took the money, she asked, "Would you like to look around? You might find other things that you like."

"I'm sure I would, but I actually need to get to work," Ronnie replied as she scanned the other items for sale.

"You work," Scott said in a slightly impressed tone. "Where do you work?"

"I'm actually interning for my mom's uncle," Ronnie shared. "When my grandpa was alive, he and his brother were partners in an architecture firm, and now my great-uncle is the sole owner of the firm."

"How long ago did your grandpa died?" Scott asked. "If it's a personal question, you don't have to answer."

Ronnie slightly grinned before answering, "It's not a personal question and he died ten months ago from a stupid accident."

"A car accident?" Scott questioned.

Ronnie shook her head before saying, "No. He worked himself around the clock to meet a deadline, and exhaustion caught up with him. He was working alone at his office and at some point he fell, bang his head on the edge of his architect drafting table and bled out. His brother found him the morning after. Anyway, I need to get going."

"I'll see you later, Ronnie," Scott replied as she gathered her purchases.

"You just might," Ronnie replied. "You never know. Bye."

"Bye," Scott, Mary and Joe replied.

Ronnie took her purchases to her car and placed it in the back.

Several minutes later, Ronnie stepped through the door of Wolfe's Architecture firm at 9:10 A.M.

As Ronnie approached the reception counter, Tiffany—the receptionist—told her, "Good morning, Veronica."

"Good morning," Ronnie echoed.

"Your great-uncle wants to see you ASAP. He's in his office," Tiffany said.

"No doubt to chew me out for being late again," Ronnie replied before walking towards her great-uncle's office.

After reaching her Great-Uncle Charles's opened door, Ronnie knocked before entering.

"Come in, Veronica, and sit down," Charles—a sixty-five year-old Caucasian man—said while gesturing towards his three guest chairs.

"Inviting me to sit," Ronnie replied as she moved towards the first guest chair. "I must be in serious trouble."

"Veronica, you agreed to intern here," Charles informed as Ronnie sat in the seat. "And so far, you have been late three out of the six days that you worked."

"Those first two days when I was late, I miss judge the morning traffic, and I was only late by two minutes," Ronnie replied.

"What happen today?" Charles questioned. "You are more than ten minutes late today."

"Something came up that needed my immediate attention," Ronnie replied.

"What came up?" Charles asked.

Ronnie pursed her lips for a moment before asking, "Had mom or grandpa ever tell you that I'm able to see auras?"

"No, but it doesn't surprise me that you can," Charles replied. "What does that have to do with you being late though?"

"Wait!" Ronnie requested. "Why doesn't that surprise you that I can see auras?"

"Your Grandma Katrina can see auras as well," Charles replied.

"Mom never told me that her mom could see auras," Ronnie informed.

"Well, that's why your grandma did what she did," Charles said.

"So you're telling me that Grandma Katrina had abandoned her husband and kids because she could see auras?" Ronnie questioned incredulously.

"Abandoned?" Charles didn't consider his words as he continued to say, "Yes, I can see your mom telling you that her mom had abandon the family. That is how she felt."

"If grandma didn't abandon your brother and her kids, then where is she?" Ronnie asked.

"You should ask your mom," Charles said.

"Obviously she has no intention on telling me or she would have done so already," Ronnie replied. "So where's your sister-in-law, Uncle Charles? Where's my grandma?"

Charles pursed his lips before sighing and saying, "Veronica, your grandma is in federal prison for killing a neighborhood mailman."

"Grandma killed a mailman?" Ronnie uttered in a shock tone. "Why would she kill a mailman?"

"According to your grandma, the mailman had a disturbing looking aura about him, and then one day when the mailman handed her a certified letter, your grandma had gotten a vision of the mailman abducting and killing a bunch of kids," Charles began. "So being compelled to stop the mailman from killing her kids or anyone else's kids, your grandma killed the mailman before he could take his first victim. Once the mailman was dead, your grandma called the police and confessed to what she had done."

"Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed. "Mom lied to me."

"Now before you get mad at your mom for lying to you, you need to know that your mom was eight or nine when your grandma was sentence to life in prison," Charles quickly continued. "So your mom had felt abandoned by your grandma for a very long time, and I have no doubt that she thought that telling you that your grandma had abandoned the family was her way of protecting you."

"Okay, fine," Ronnie replied. "Mom gets a free pass for this lie."

"Now getting back to you, young lady," Charles began. "Why were you over ten minutes late today?"

Ronnie slightly grinned before saying, "While coming to work, I saw a sign for a yard sale, and the sign's aura troubled me. So I checked out the yard sale and found what was troubling me. I bought it and now once I get home, I'm going to put it in the basement and forget about it."

"You bought something from a yard sale so you can store it away and forget about it?" Charles questioned.

"There's something disturbing about it and no one should have it," Ronnie defended. "I did the same thing to Grandpa's architect drafting table. It has a disturbing aura as well, and I stuck it in the basement and that's where it's going to stay."

"Okay," Charles began in an uncertain tone. "I guess I should be glad that you're going after objects that have disturbing auras and not people."

"I respect the law, Uncle Charles, so I won't be taking the law in my own hands as grandma did," Ronnie replied.

"Good," Charles replied. "Now before I send you off to work, I want to talk to you about Russell Starr. He says that you won't assist him."

"To assist him I will have to enter his office," Ronnie replied.

"What is wrong with that?" Charles asked.

"He has the office where grandpa died in and the floor where grandpa died at has a troubling aura as well," Ronnie replied. "So I'm not stepping foot inside that office."

"Okay, okay," Charles began. "I'll tell Russell that his office gives you the heebie-jeebies because of what happened to your grandpa. He should understand. Now go to work."

"Fine," Ronnie replied before getting up and leaving.

After Ronnie left, Charles picked up the receiver to his phone and dialed it.

"Holiday Inn, how can I help you?" a man answered.

"I would like to speak with Valerie Mendes," Charles replied.

"Valerie is in a staff meeting," the man replied. "Would you like to leave a message?"

"I'm Charles Wolfe; I'm her uncle and just let her know that I called and for her to call me back," he said.

"I will give her the message, Mr. Wolfe," the man said.

"Okay; bye," Charles replied.

"Bye," the man said before hanging up.