AN: Enjoy. I own nothing. Sorry for any mistakes!

Christina again wound her way through the aged books in the college's library. Her father, by nature, was a bit of a recluse in his work moods. He would be alone for hours on end to work; his old work spot was hidden in the basement of one of his homes, so it would only reason that he would do the same in modern times. She turned a corner and smiled as she spotted him with yet another book.

"Dad," she all but slithered into his nook. She eyed the small black book that sat a bit away from him.

He kept notes from his job in there. She'd always tried to nab it but he always caught her.

"Christina." Henry responded. He sniffed. "You brought friends." He glanced over his shoulder, smiling at Helena and Myka. "Agent Bering…the one from this world anyway."

Myka looked at the books littering the table, several opened and in the middle of being read, small stacks mounting up from the floor. She watched him stare at her carefully, dark eyes peering curiously over his glasses. "How can you tell so easily?"

"My line of work calls for attention to detail. I'd be a terrible inventor if I couldn't tell the simple difference between two people." He smirked. He'd shaved, she noted, chin and throat smoother than the last time she'd seen him. His hair was shinier and his clothes were still dark and plain.

Myka nodded. "I could sit and interrogate you on what you and Wells are up to and threaten you with horrible things…but I won't. We don't have time for that. People are dying, teenage boys, and we need to know if you know anything about it."

Henry eyed her. "I like you…you have, what's the word he would use in those stories...muchness."

Myka blinked. "You were friends with Lewis Carroll?"

"I was very good friends with my authors in my timeline. Anyways, I don't have anything for you. I don't know what's going on." Henry shrugged.

"Come with us then." Myka crossed her arms and glared down at him. He raised a brow as if trying to see if she was serious.

"Righty-ho then." He closed his book, turning to his daughter with a stern glare. "Knock it off."

She dropped her hand from slipping across the table – pretended to look innocent – she smiled sweetly. "Knock what off?" He glared at her before standing and following Myka, snatching up his little black book as he went.

"So…," Myka started casually as they started back towards the Physical Education complex. "What are the…differences between this world and yours?" She cast him a curious look; he was currently batting his daughter's hands away from his book playfully.

Henry swatted at Christina again before turning back to the brunette. "People kept asking me that…think of it along the lines of a 'what if' scenario. Like how one of your agents is a male instead of a female, how I am a male instead of," he smiled at Helena. "A very lovely lady or the small differences in family lines." He shrugged. "There's a timeline where you are a male and I am still a male, where you're a male and I'm a female. There are timelines where Christina lives and…dies." He mumbles the last part, rubbing a hand against her hair affectionately. "Where I came from things that you consider fantasy were real, are real, and things as simple as minerals and metals existed there that don't here. Plain and simple."

Myka nodded. "So what are you?" She eyed him.

He chuckled. "A father, inventor, author, agent…I'm a man of many talents Agent Bering."

"But why come here?"

"It was a matter of safety…I didn't plan on the other agents following me so closely. I would have brought materials from that line to this one if I'd known, but this one doesn't have the things I need so…they're stuck. "

Myka decided to let it go. He seemed to be closing off from her the more questions she asked. She watched as Christina took another swipe at his book, he tapped her over the head with it. He seemed to be a very good father. She spared a glance at Helena…her heart clenched.

The look of pain and remorse on the woman's face was like reading a book you've already read a million times that always has a tragic turn.

She nudged the woman gently, catching her eye. 'You okay?' She mouthed. Helena nodded, forcing a smile. Myka let it go.

They met up with Claudia and Claude who Myka noticed looked like identical twins minus the gender…they seemed to be getting along better and better and the minutes ticked by.

"Hola senior nut bar." Claude snipped at Henry who simply smiled at him and patted him on the head, making the teen take a swipe at his arm, but the inventor was too quick and had already stepped back.

"Shall we Ms. Bering?" He bowed to the woman.

"We shall, let's go." Myka lead the way into the gym.

Claudia eyed Helena and Henry with curiosity before settling on the British man. "So, can you help us?"

He shrugged. "There's any number of artifacts that can cause burning or combustion. There are scraps of the atomic bomb that consumed the fear and flames from that day that causes you to burn, but that's obviously not it."

They looked up at the sound of a metallic bang. Christina stood beside Myka and eyed the fridge with caution. "Why padlock energy drinks?" She turned to the agent.

Claudia left the small group and peered around Myka's shoulder. "Boiling Point…Myka…the guy, Gary, that I interviewed always had one of these on him."

Myka muttered something to herself. "Claudia, Claude get to Gary and warn him. Stop anyone you see with one of these from drinking them. The artifact is obviously in the drink."

The tech twins were already gone before she finished.

"How is that possible?" Christina looked to her father. Henry pursed his lips. "It must be something they're using to make the drink with." He answered.

Myka closed the fridge and re-locked it. "I say we go visit the company."

"Lead the way." Helena smiled.

Henry allowed Christina to cling to his arm as they followed Myka and Helena into the factory. He'd tucked his book of notes into the back of his waistline. Myka was talking to a Dr. Mahony, the supposed creator of the formula for the drinks. He and Christina stayed back, suspicious of the man…he smelled like this factory and old iron. It gave Henry a headache. Whatever was in the formula stunk to high heaven.

They stopped behind the two women, eyeing the new man with a kind face and sleek hair. He heard Christina sniff the air curiously. "He's nice." She mumbled. He smiled and shook his head. She was right but if someone caught what she was doing there would be questions neither wanted to answer yet.

"And you two are?" The man looked between the two women towards him and his daughter.

Myka leaned back just a nudge. "Agent Well's brother Henry, and his daughter Christina…they're in," she paused to find the right word. "Training." She finished slowly, trying to be causal. Henry nodded once, smiling when he felt Christina tighten her grip with excitement. "They do whatever I say."

They continued to talk to him and Mr. Russell turned away with an expectant smile after a moment and began walking away. Helena whispered something to Myka who nodded but they followed him anyway. Henry and Christina followed.

"Can I be a Warehouse agent papa?" She only called him that when she missed him or when she was expecting something. He glanced down at her. She'd be the same height as him soon, not that he was tall, it was just another reminder that his baby was growing up. "We'll see, love." He smiled as the continued.

Claude charged ahead of Claudia who complained that the only reason he was faster was because he had longer legs than she did. He laughed. "You're just outta shape!" He called back to her.

Claudia let out a cry. "Are you calling me fat!?"

"No, cause then I'd be calling myself fat wouldn't I?" He smirked and continued to run towards the company where they'd Farnsworth'd Myka moments ago. Gary had looked terrible and shiny with sweat when they'd left him, but he'd promised to stop drinking Boiling Point and agreed to pass on the word to his teammates.

"Run faster!" Claude shouted.

"Tiny legs dude!" Claudia defended, trying to keep her breathing even.

"Myka," Helena grinned as she slipped on a pair of purple gloves lent to her from the agent. "Do you know Godfrid's spoon?"

Myka pulled on her own gloves. "No."

"Godfrid was a Viking prince; we looked for this artifact at Warehouse 12." Helena lifted the ladle and held it carefully. "The way it was forged was what made it into an artifact, made from armor of fallen warriors. This has to be it."

Henry stood aside with Christina still clinging to his arm; he saw Claude and Claudia march up the stairs quickly. "Myka! Myka!" They reminded him of when his daughter was little and found something exciting to tell him.

"What is it?" Myka patiently waited for them to reach the top of the steps.

"This place is closing down!" Claude gasped; he held a hand to s stitch just under his ribs. He hadn't run like that since before they arrived to this line.

"Yeah they're moving it to Illinois in two weeks. Or was it three?" Claudia huffed. "What's in Illinois?" Helena asked Mr. Russell, who was looking between the people with confusion as he tried to keep up.

Claude held up a hand. "The headquarters of Omni Co."

"They're buying the drink." Claudia went on.

"Major dollars for the founder." They finished together.

Myka tried not to smile at their adorable qualities as she turned to said founder. Henry watched as she stepped closer to the man. She was confident, and it was…sexy. But she wasn't the one he was looking for. He caught Helena watching her with what could have been curious affection.

Christina bristled when she smelled the Doctor from earlier again. He moved quietly and snatched the ladle before she could say anything. She growled, only stopping when her father nudged her gently to stop. She shouted when Claudia was pushed over the walkway and fell into a vat of the Boiling Point product.

"Claudia!" Claude Jumped down the steps with Myka on his heels as they followed him down to the lower floor. "Claudia!" He shouted again, face twisted with worry as he caught her arm and pulled her out to lean her against the tank, not listening to Myka shouting. He bit his lip in worry as her skin started to get angry welts and her muscles twitched visibly under the skin.

"How long does she have?" Myka almost snarled at the man responsible for all of this. He mumbled that he didn't know.

"Maybe on hour based on how quickly she's reacting." Helena answered.

Claude brushed his copy's hair from her face. The liquid had seeped into her skin and now the only moisture left was from the sweat her body was starting to produce. Christina dropped to her other side. She could tell from scent alone that Claudia was a 'good egg'. Her stomach flipped as she watched the welts continuously move on the other teen's skin, but she pushed it aside.

"Papa, what do we do?" She looked up at her father.

The man shared a look with Helena. "I did some work on amino acids." She nodded. "Me as well." He turned to Myka. "Amino acids could have made contact with the metal, it could help. Helena and I should have a look."

"That was over a hundred years ago." Myka reasoned, her mind crossing with worry and professionalism as she tried to stay calm as she watched the girl she now thought of as a little sister burn up from the artifact.

Helena, still tightening her grip on the doctor, scoffed despite the situation. "I don't think they've changed a great deal."

"Fine, take him with you," Myka looked at the doctor. "You're going to help Agent Wells," she remembered her lie. "And her brother make an antidote in your lab…now."

"I didn't want this." He whimpered.

"Good for you that you're gonna get it all fixed." Henry smacked him on the back as Helena forced him ahead to lead the way.

Myka turned back to Claudia. "Claude, Christina help me get her up. We have to find a way to slow this thing down to give them some time." She looked over to Mr. Russell who was watching her with hope that he could help someway. "We need something, do you have a lot of ice or…cold water. Anything?"

He nodded, motioning for them to follow.

Claudia let out a whimper of pain and relief as Christina scattered another bucket of ice onto her. She gripped several cubes in her hands. She couldn't even begin to describe the pain but if she was asked to…it was very close to being dropped into a magma chamber and melting very very slowly.

Henry sat quietly near the back with Claude. The boy kept fidgeting in his panic. Helena stepped over to Claudia's side while Christina placed the bucket down and went to join her father. "Is she going to be okay?" She whispered.

He frowned. "I hope so, love." He pulled her into a one armed hug. "We did our best on the antidote."

"I think it'll work…you know everything." Christina praised.

It felt like hours later when Claudia gasped and choked, trying to sit up. Claude leapt from his seat and rushed to stand beside Myka, smiling at the red-head.

"I didn't combust did I?"

Myka almost cried as she smiled, sighing as she brushed damp hair from the girl's face. "No, no you didn't."

Claudia glared. "If that dude made me combust I'm gonna be pissed."

Myka laughed as she took her hands and helped her up. Claude grinned. "Dude HG and Henry totally saved you." The brunette nodded as she turned to thank them…but all that was left was a very scared looking doctor and a grappler with a note.

'Keep it. See you soon.'

Artie, even after just having surgery, still shouted about the fact that they didn't tell him about Henry and HG being at the college with them for the majority of the mission.

Mykes and Peter sat on a couch opposite Pete. Both men were eating a snack.

"Well, I for one am glad they were there. We might have lost Clauderina." Claude smiled at his copy who grinned back as they bumped knuckles.

"That makes two of us." She answered.

"Three." Myka smiled at her, rubbing her back.

Still…Artie grumbled and complained. Claude finally cut in. "Can you just be happy she's alive and was saved! And if MacPherson hadn't saved your butt you wouldn't be here so maybe you should've thanked him when you had the chance. Bad guys or not they saved Claudia and I for one am grateful and if we ever see them again I'm gonna say so." He stood and left up the stairs with a frown etched onto his face.

Artie huffed before pausing, considering the boy's words, and then gave a half smile. "Good job." He left quietly.

Claudia gave a 'whoop' and clapped hands with Myka in a high-five. She stood too. "This gal is off to bed. I feel like I could sleep for a week. Who knew falling into poison took it outta you." She joked.

"Wait," Myka stood. "I got this for you." She held out a packet of papers. "Admissions for South Dakota are starting soon, and I just thought you should look into some classes online. I mean…you need a college degree to get into the secret service so…" she finished with a tiny smile.

Claudia nodded, taking the pages. "Thanks. Not just for the college thing, but…helping save my butt and uh, giving me a push." She smiled shyly. "I kinda needed it."

"You're going to be a great field agent someday soon Claude. You can handle it." Myka honestly believed with all her heart this girl could change quite a bit in the world. She considered it part of her job as a big sister to give her a push in the right direction.

Claudia smiled somewhat tearfully before swooping in quickly for a hug and then darting out of the room.

Mykes and Peter stood, walking over to her side with Pete standing at her other still eating his snack. "Kids, huh?" Myka turned to look at them before grinning. She agreed softly. "Can't live with them…hopefully live without 'em. Or I will anyway." Peter joked. His partner smacked him.

"What?"