A/N: Little bit of background this week as the epi didn't inspire me quite as much as the Pilot.

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Riley stared at the mini-Farnsworth for a long moment. It was a Claudia invention. She'd made many new things for the Warehouse since she'd become a part of it. Helena had taken a different route in her service to the Warehouse and had made many of the parts of the Warehouse better. From better goo dispersion to a better bronzer.

Riley pulled a cord from the side of the mini-Farnsworth and connected it to the USB port of her computer's monitor. The camera on top of the monitor blinked on as well. She waited for a moment and smiled as her Uncle Artie's face came up on her screen. "Riley?" Her full birth name had been Lena Riley Bering Wells, in honor of the woman who had given her life in service to the Warehouse. But from the day she had been born Artie had never been able to call her that, and so she had always gone by her middle name. She didn't mind, and thought that it fit her just a bit better anyway.

"Uncle Artie- hey, are my Moms there?"

Artie glanced around, "Myka just got back, so I assume that she went in search of HG. They'll be only a moment I'm sure. How are you?"

Riley smiled, "I'm okay. How's the Warehouse doing?"

"Still here- Pete notwithstanding."

Pete's face came onto the screen, "Hey, I resemble that remark. Smiley Riley- you're alive-"

"I am."

Pete pointed at Riley, "I've heard of the guy you're working with you know. Do you need me to come to DC. Give this new protectee of yours a knuckle sandwich or two, make him listen to what you say?"

Riley chuckled, "No thanks Uncle Pete.. he's not any harder to deal with than if I were partners with you."

"Ooh, burn."

Both Pete and Riley looked back at Artie and Riley spoke, "Yeah, Uncle Artie."

Artie nodded, "...never use that particular colloquialism again. Yes."

Pete looked off screen, "Oh- here are your Moms. So, Artie and I are gonna go... do something else, something that's not here, or there, but, far away somewhere."

Riley was still smiling as both Myka and Helena sat down at the desk in Artie's office and looked into their mini-Farnsworth/computer monitor setup. "Hey Moms."

"Riley. Are you okay honey?" That was Helena, a worried look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Riley shook her head, "Nothing- I just had to make a hard call today. I should be used to it, but… I'll be okay. How are PG and Joey? I haven't heard from either of them for over a week."

"They're both fine. PG's having some trouble with the core science course, Joey's the opposite as usual, butting heads with his English professor. They're both doing well on the hockey team."

Riley raised her eyebrows, "That's good since they're both there on scholarship. Go Blue…" She paused, "That reminds me. If they're not talking to me- then you guys have to ask them, where's my sweatshirt?"

Both her mothers still looked worried, but smiled at that.

"And Sarah?"

Riley got no answer at first, and that caused Riley to frown, "Aunt Claude can't find her?" Helena shook her head while Myka sighed, "Well, she's smart, smarter than I am… she'll be okay. Wherever she is and whatever she's doing."

Helena reached towards the screen, then pulled her hand back, "Be careful Riley. Please?"

Riley flashed a smile, "Of course Mom. I always am…" She glanced towards Myka and realized that her other Mom was having none of it. Myka had probably gotten word already about Riley's little dive through a window. "And, hey, you guys have to stay safe too, right. I just have to deal with regular crazy people trying to kill me and my protectee, don't bump into the wrong brush or put on the wrong coat or whatever, 'kay? I heard about Maine by the way-" She glanced over as her phone rang, "Sorry, love to hear about your Brigadoon experience, but I have to go. Love you guys."

Both women spoke at once, "Love you too."

"Love you too, call more often."

Riley chuckled at her mother Myka's words as she disconnected the mini-Farnsworth and answered her phone. "Neal- yes Director Strand- I'm on my way."