As Pete's SUV skidded to a halt outside of the B&B, Helena released her death grip on the door handle, "Peter dear, I have only just avoided Hades' grasp I would pray you not to throw me back to him so soon!"
The Agent turned, "Huh?"
Artie opened his door, and dived out of the car with a cry of, "No time! Leena! Claudia!"
The door opened, and Claudia ran out, "What the frack happened? One minute there was an explosion and Mrs F..." The young woman's eyes were wide as she shook her head, "The next it was like it was like someone hit rewind! We were at the table like we were before the Warehouse went up!"
Myka wrapped her arms around the panicking younger woman, "It's okay Claud. Artie used the pocket watch, it rewound time by five minutes; the Warehouse is fine everything is going to be okay."
Mrs Frederic and Leena came to the door. The Sage gave a sigh of relief, "Well done Arthur."
His expression fell a little, sadly, "Thank James."

Sitting at the dining room table, Claudia kept her hand resolutely over the metronome. Mrs Frederic's eyes flicking to it occasionally; causing the young woman's grip to tighten reflexively. Helena watched the way the young woman studied the caretaker, a silent tug of war going on between them. "The threat to the Warehouse has been neutralised, we must return to the task of finding and neutralising artefacts. Normal protocol must be re-established."
"How can we just go on as if nothing happened?" All eyes turned to Claudia, "The Warehouse was destroyed, Steve is dead, you died, HG died! How the hell can we just go on like that didn't happen?"
Mrs Frederic's calm tone cut across the tension, "Claudia, if we grind to a shuddering halt then Sykes may as well have won. His aim was to destroy the Warehouse, if we stop because of his actions then he will have won."
Standing sharply, she banged a hand on the table, "We can't just act like nothing has happened!"
Grabbing the metronome she stormed out.
Myka made to stand, but found Helena's hand on her wrist. The Victorian slowly stood, "I'll talk to her."
Artie shook his head, "It should be one of us."
"I can understand better than anyone what she is going through. Please Arthur. Let me help her."
Their eyes met across the table, his face remained in a resolute frown. Until Mrs Frederic spoke, "Miss Wells, would you go and speak with Miss Donovan?"
She nodded, "Yes Ma'am."

HG found the young woman sitting on the porch of the B&B. "Claudia?"
Looking up, she asked, "What do you want HG?"
Gesturing to the space beside the girl she asked, "May I?"
Reluctantly, Claudia nodded, "Sure."
Taking the space, Helena said softly, "Tell me about Steve."
She could feel Claudia tense, "Why?"
Resting a hand on the young woman's wrist, she said, "Because you have not been able to grieve the loss of your friend." Claudia made to turn away, but Helena tightened her grip momentarily, "Claudia, listen to me, I beg of you. Grief, if not let out, acts as a poison to the mind. It festers and grows until it destroys every ounce of happiness you once had..."
"Until what? I grab the Minoan trident and try to start a new ice age?" Claudia could see the sting her words had on impact, but she was too angry to care, "I'm not you HG. I'm not about to try and start an apocalypse; I know what I'm going to do, and not you or anyone else is going to stop me- least of all Mrs Frederic. She claims that we can't use artefacts for personal purposes yet she uses them casually as if they were normal tools!" She tightened her grip on the metronome, and stood, "I'm bringing Steve back HG. I have the metronome and I'm going to use it on him..."
Helena tried to keep her tone level but there was a level of bitterness that she simply could not rein in, "So, that's it then? You are going to turn your back on the Warehouse, on your family? For what? A half hearted chance which more likely than not will fail or result in your own death or that of someone else close to you?"
The young woman spun and yelled, "You know NOTHING HG! Steve was like a brother to me! He's the closest friend I have ever had! I'd give my own life to bring him back! You of all people should understand that I have to do this! You couldn't bring back your daughter, but I might be able to bring back Steve."
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Helena stood, "Claudia..."
"Save it! I'll tell you the same as I told Mrs Frederic, I'm sick of arbitrary rules. The Warehouse was brought back, Mrs Frederic was brought back; you were brought back HG! So why the hell shouldn't Steve get another chance?"
The inventor locked eyes with the young woman, "Claudia, you can't use the metronome."
"I told you I'm sick..."
"Of arbitrary rules- yes I got that. You cannot use the metronome when you don't even know the side effects."
This caused Claudia to pause, "What do you mean?"
Helena gave a heavy sigh, "If you use the metronome, you will not be bringing Steve back. His body will regain function- but that is it. When Sykes resurrected Marcus, he didn't do it to regain a friend- he did it to gain a valuable asset. The metronome binds the person resurrected to the one possessing it. It restores the body's function but the person's soul is not brought back with it." Her voice softened, "It wouldn't be Steve. It would be a hollow shell; a pale imitation of the man you came to love as a brother."
The young woman shook her head, "You're lying."
Running a hand through her hair, Helena shook her head, "I wish I was darling." As Claudia's face fell, and tears began to flow freely over her cheeks, HG added carefully, "Steve is gone Claudia."
A heavy sob broke through, "I know."
"Oh darling. Come here."
Claudia had never really been one for hugs, but when Helena pulled her close, she found herself crying like a child into the Victorian's hair.

As it began to get dark, Myka rose from the sofa and said quietly, "I'm going to check on Helena and Claudia."
Opening the door quietly, she looked out to see Claudia lying on the bench, her head in Helena's lap. The older woman sat stroking the younger's hair as she listened to Claudia talk about Steve.
Myka smiled as a feeling of warmth enveloped her heart. HG looked all to the world as a lioness protecting her cub. As if sensing the other woman was near, Helena wordlessly looked to Myka. The small smile gracing her lips said more than a thousand words; she's going to be alright. She just needs time and a willing ear. We will be in shortly.
Myka returned the smile and nodded, See you inside. Before closing the door and returning to the living room.

Both Pete and Myka had nodded off in their respective chairs when Helena came back in. Claudia, exhausted, had decided to go to bed. Entering the Living room she could not stop the warm smile gracing her features as she beheld the sleeping Myka. The only awake person in the room was Artie. His eyes narrowed, "What's your game Wells?" Her head turned and she was about to open her mouth, but he cut her off, his voice remaining at a whisper, "Why are you doing this to her? You have hurt and betrayed Myka in the worst ways possible. Your actions drove her away from the Warehouse, from the people to love her. I know you saved our lives, and I'm grateful for that. But I still don't trust you; I would be lying to say anything else."
Nodding, she slowly approached his chair, "I understand. To say my record is marred would be a catastrophic understatement." In a gesture she was not soon to forget, HG dropped to one knee before Artie's chair and looked him straight in the eye, "But I swear to you here Arthur. Never again will I hurt anyone related to the Warehouse; least of all Myka. I would a sooner throw myself into the fiery pits of the seven circle than cause her harm. I love her Arthur. I love her with every fibre of my being; I have known it since we met- despite it being at gunpoint." She sighed, "My rage and hate towards humanity in those early months blinded me to nearly everything else. Especially what my heart was screaming at me. I forced it away- but at Yellowstone... I think you know as well as I do that I could never have pulled the trigger; and I think a part of me knows that the third strike would not have come. I would not, could not, destroy a world with Myka in it."
Artie felt then something that he did not expect, the sincerity in Helena's eyes was unmistakable; he believed her. However, unwilling to release his fears quite yet he said, "Alright Wells. I'll tolerate this. But if you ever again cause harm to Myka or a member of this family; I'll kill you."
Her head bowed, "If that day ever comes Arthur; I'll let you."