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I changed the Myka/Sam plot a little to fit the storyline

"Helena. We are in the middle of nowhere." Myka eyed the barren expanse of the South Dakota badlands, as Helena's sports car sped along a small country road.
Rolling her shoulders to get more comfortable, the vampire grinned, "Fear not ma chère, we will arrive soon. " Slowing down, she pulled up to a gate.
At this Myka was completely baffled, "That leads into a field."
The low suspension bumped and rocked the car as they travelled over the grass, "Patience dear, we couldn't have this place in plain sight now could we?"
It was then she saw it. In the valley below, rising out of the mountainous valley walls, was the warehouse.
Stopping a moment, Helena leant on the steering wheel with a bright smile, "Myka Bering; meet the warehouse."

Throwing her bag over her back as if it weighed nothing, Helena made her way to the small entry way into the enormous steel structure.
Her eyes wandered, as they sauntered down the brilliant white umbilicus. The vampire casually tossed over her shoulder a warning of, "Careful of the bombs, love."
Jumping away from the afore mentioned installations, her mind was going faster than she could keep up with, "What kind of a place is this?"
Opening the office door, Helena gestured for her to go first, "A place of endless wonder."
There was a flash of red, as someone barrelled into Helena, "HG! You're back!"
A grinning man reclined with his feet on the desk, "Hey Lady Cookoo! We thought you'd gone AWOL on us!"
Shaking her head, Helena extracted herself from what should be a crushing hug from the young red head attached to her waist, "Of course not." Pulling a shiny plastic bag out of her hand luggage, she placed it on the desk, "There were a few complications but the operation went smoothly."
Myka realised that two pairs of eyes were locked onto her. The red head asked, "Um, HG, who's this?"
"Ah! How rude of me!" With a dashing smile, Helena gestured smoothly between the three, "Pete, Claudia; meet Myka."

2000
Myka clutched her books tightly to her chest as she rushed towards her lecture hall. She connected with a solid shoulder, spilling the neatly compiled notes across the soggy pavement. "Dammit!"
"Oh shit! My bad!" The guy she had hit immediately stooped to gather her papers.
Flustered, and late, she hurriedly picked them from the ground, "No, no it's my fault sorry. I was running late and I... Hi." She felt a silly grin cross her features, "Um... Sorry, I mean... I've gotta go." Taking her work, she thanked him shyly, "Thanks... Um... Thanks."
Retreating gingerly, she took off towards the lecture hall, practically kicking herself. She paused when she heard him call, "Hey! What's your name?"
Turning to the tall blonde boy, she replied, "Myka."
Grinning, he straightened his jacket, "Myka. I'm Sam."
Throwing a final smile his way, she kept on jogging to the lecture hall, thoroughly late; but not really caring much about it.

Myka was baffled, "So, what do you guys do?"
Claudia and Pete shared a grin, before the young woman span round on her seat and started to sing, "When there's something strange! In your neighbourhood!"
Pete joined in, moon walking across the office, "Who ya gonna call?... "
"Mr Latimer!"
Yelping in surprise, Pete fell flat on his ass. He wasn't the only one surprised, Myka had leapt backwards into Helena when the older woman appeared.
Scrambling to his feet, he gave a small salute, "Hey Mrs Frederic."
Impassive as always, she turned to Helena, "Miss Wells, a word."
It wasn't a request. Nodding, the vampire gave Myka's hand a squeeze, "I'll be back soon."
Watching the brunette leave, she was very aware of three sets of eyes focussing on her.
Self conscious at the best of times, Myka wanted nothing more than to hide from the strangers.
Claudia kicked her feet up onto the desk, "So! Where did Helena find you"?
"Um... I... Um..."
"The Tower of London." Steve supplied for her, "She's nervous of us." Though he didn't scowl per say, there was a sober quality to the man; contrasting almost violently with the other two in the office. Glancing at the werewolf as he picked up another file, he shrugged, "Now she's confused."
Turning with a despairing sigh, Claudia rolled her eyes, "No shit Sherlock! Look at her! She has clearly had no prior supernatural experience, and there you go just casually reading her mind without any warning or asking permission. Jeez Jinksy! Where's your manners?"
He paused a moment, "Oh, I hadn't even..." He gave Myka a sheepish half wave, "My bad."
Tucking into a cookie, Pete mumbled through the crumbs, "Weef weely neef 'oo worg on 'oour Peepoow hills Rinkshy."
He only received blank looks from the pair.
Myka spoke up, "Um, what he said was, 'We really need to work on your people skills Jinksy.'"
Pointing to the werewolf, he grinned, "See! Newbie gets it!"
The office door opened and in bustled a grumbly older man, his nose stuck in a case file. "Claudia, I need you and Steve to go to Barcelona immediately. There's a storm sprite causing havoc with the power grid, and I think he might have an artefact..." He finally looked up, "Who's this?"
Taking a step back, she replied, "I'm Myka, Myka Bering."
Almost disregarding her answer, he span to the others, "Would someone mind telling me what the hell she is doing here?"
Pausing mid bite, Pete answered quickly, "HG brought her in about half an hour ago; she's upstairs with Mrs F."

2002

"Sam, I've got to go! I've got a term paper due."
With a grumble, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back onto the sofa, "It's not due for another four weeks Myka." Nuzzling her neck, he grinned, "Just relax for once. Hang for a while."
Pulling away, she found her mood worsening by the minute, "Get off Sam. I need to go, it's the final for the year and if I don't..."
"If you don't get a hundred and fifty percent you won't get your super duper perfect score?"
"Sam."
There was a sharpness in her tone he couldn't be bothered to argue against, with a heavy sigh he stood, "Fine. I'll walk you to the library."
"I'm a big girl Sam. I can walk myself." Swinging her bag onto her back, she made her way to the door.
He still followed, "I know Myka. Doesn't stop me wanting to take care of you."
If it wasn't for the stroppy tone, she might have found that sentence endearing. But it was stroppy, and for some reason that riled Myka even further.
"I don't need you to baby sit me." Before she could slam the door behind her, he followed, "Hey! Just because you're stressed to hell; don't take it out on me!"
"Just leave it Sam!" When he caught her arm, she spun, feeling out of control, "NO! Just because you're not completely bothered about your degree, doesn't mean I'm willing to throw my studies away to just 'hang'."
Her rational mind was telling her she was being unreasonable. But as they were reaching the quieter part of campus, Myka felt something inside shift. A sinking feeling of dread washed through her. Something had been off all day... How the hell hadn't she noticed it. She hadn't changed in over two months... No...
Her eyes snapped up to her irate boyfriend, "Sam, you need to run."
Confusion flashed across his face, and his eyes softened, "Myka. I'm sorry." Reaching out, he stroked her arm, "I know you're upset about me goofing off all the time. I really am sorry. I'll do better okay..."
Her muscles began to cramp, barely able to keep her face straight she winced, "Sam please run!"
He must have heard her fear, as he took a half step back, "What's wrong?"
The pain was making her vision blur and she was no longer able to hide it. Gripping her torso, and growling to herself, she hissed, "Please... Run..."
He had barely time to take a stride when the wolf exploded out of her skin.

When Helena came back into the office, her cheeks were flushed in annoyance. Mrs Frederic stood in front of the werewolf; regarding her critically. "Myka Ophelia Bering. Secret Service. Werewolf. Edict memory, heightened senses and increased healing properties. That alongside the ability to shape shift."
Stunned by the bluntness of the older woman, Myka could only nod, "Um, yeah... that's me."
"My name is Mrs Frederic. It would seem you work for me now. Your transfer papers will come through early tomorrow." Without glancing at the vampire skulking in the corner, she ordered, "Agent Wells, please take Agent Bering to Leena's. See she has a room; and bear in mind what we discussed."
Jaw tight, Helena glared at her superior's back, "Yes ma'am."
Pete and Claudia were sat tightly together, as if expecting shells to be fired between the pair.
Shaking her head, Helena turned to Myka, "Are you coming?"
"Sure. I just need to ask about the..." When she turned to where Mrs Frederic had been standing, she found the woman had vanished, "Wait.. How? How did she do that?"
Tucking into another cookie Pete shrugged before spinning in his chair, "Beats me!"
Eyes still stormy, Helena made for the door, the brunette werewolf following closely behind.

Watching the door closed, Pete leaned over, "Fifty bucks says HG's sleeping with her by the end of the week?"
Claudia chuckled, "Pete, my fifty says they already are."