Disclaimer: This is my first Warehouse 13 fanfic. I don't own any of the characters of the show as they are product of Syfy. This is HG Wells' reflection of the events of season 2 (and possibly 3) from her place of incarceration.

Chapter 2: Amino Acids

My second time to meet Myka was intense. It was invigorating to be in the presence of such a powerful woman that was smart, tough, and beautiful. I had always been the aggressor with my women lovers, but Myka's intensity and strength made me swoon. We had an instant connection and I know she felt it or I would have received a bullet within minutes of meeting again. I remember exclaiming that I wasn't a killer and being mocked for it, but I knew they could never understand what being a statue had done to me.

After providing a diversion, I followed Myka and the young girl and witnessed their interaction. It reminded me of how my Christina needed encouragement when she first started horseback riding. Myka knew which buttons to push to help her young protégée succeed. I realized how observant she was to others & knew I needed to get her alone so that she could read the truth in my eyes of why I had to return to the warehouse. As I walked away amidst all the noise of this new world, I pondered my obsession with this Agent Bering.

And then she spotted me at the scene of the crime. Agent Bering pursued me, suspicious and angry and yet curious about my motives. Once again I was amazed by the secrecy of the warehouse; how their agents were so intent on my capture, yet still ignorant of the truth. I tried to connect with Myka using the story of her recruitment, but it made her angrier and I knew then that we were more alike than different. I was impressed she knew about cavorite; she must be fan of my stories that Charles had taken credit for. When she grabbed my locket, my first instinct was to get it back – this was my Christina and no one had the right to take her from me! But I surprised myself and was honest with Myka about my intentions. Then I saw the car and I reacted using my grappler. I admit it did feel nice to be so close to woman again and feel her curves against me, but all too soon suspicion returned. But with the doubt I also got a smile and a compromise, and I knew then I could prove myself to this woman and get back to the warehouse – the only place I might keep my sanity.

I found it amusing that Agent Bering could not pick a lock. And even more that of all things she could have asked about, she chose the grappler first! I had won over her intellect at least, now I only needed to gain her trust. When she asked again about my bronzing, I did not want to see pity replace the awe in her eyes so I chose an ambiguous answer. As I looked over her shoulder at the metal rectangle of data (or computer as I now call it), I smelled her scent of lilacs. The sexual tension was palpable and I knew then that my attraction was not one-sided.

When Myka broke the news of my involvement to her protégée, the young girl with the strange hair was not happy. She kept mentioning Artie having a heart attack. Finally, she sauntered over with an introduction and I mentioned how beautiful her name is and she replied with a snarky "my name means lame." I did not know how exactly to respond as my Christina never lived to be a youth of this age, and the children seem different in this world. But Myka reminded us of the importance of finding the artifact, so we decided to go back to the original scene of combustion: the gym.

The gym lead us to the Boiling Point Plant. And when Agent Bering referred to me as a fellow agent, I felt giddy with the possibility that I could return to some normalcy. I was so proud that I could help as my identification of the artifact sped up Myka's deductions of what was happening with the factory. And then Claudia arrived and in opposite to her name's meaning, well, things got very exciting.

Amino acids. Yep, as soon as I saw Claudia mutating, my scientific mode kicked in and I was minutely thankful for all the reviewing I had done while bronzed. My time with Dr. Moreau had been frightfully educating and I realized once again that science was my only real connection to this world. Indeed, it appeared that amino acids hadn't changed during my imprisonment. Gerald took me to his lab and reviewed the chemistry of the boiling point drink. By the end of his explanation, I had a basic idea of an antidote that would slow down the rapid protein production. Reversing the mutation was the hard part, and once again if I hadn't been bronzed, I don't think I could have so easily recalled all my lessons with Dr. Moreau and saved Claudia's life. As I looked into Myka's eyes after giving Claudia the antidote, I saw a flicker of trust. As I left them to their moment, I decided that this trust deserved my coveted grappler as a reward.

And then I went to the library and read everything I could about amino acid research that I had missed during my bronzed years. And to my satisfaction, they hadn't changed at all.