A/N: I apologize for the long delay. I did NaNoWriMo and got totally and utterly sidetracked with it. (But, it is a Fanfic, so I'm hoping to post it at some point as well, once I go over it again and add in some of the stuff that I missed in the craziness of November).

A/N#2: I also apologize for the horrible use of Medicine in this chapter. I am aware that most of the stuff that I have in this chapter is wrong (or really really bad to do. The sharing that happens in this story should never happen in real life. But, this is the Warehouse, and, that's what I'm sticking with).

"Go, sit up in the office Kimberly, yeah, wait for the people who are sick nearly to death and do your doctor thing when they stumble in, probably getting me entirely..."

Her phone rang and she answered it, "Hello?"

There was heavy breathing on the other end, "Ki-Kimberly?"

Kim frowned, "Mom?"

"Are you- are you safe Kimberly? Has it... whatever it is, they aren't saying anything on the news. The flu, who knows, are you okay hon?"

Kim closed her eyes, the sickness that Kerry and Helena had talked about, that they somehow planned to cure, or solve, or whatever. She sat down in the desk chair and put her free hand to her forehead, "Yeah, yes, Mom, I'm fine for now. I'm a doc, right? Dad... and..."

A cough came through the line and Kim had to swallow back the fear that ran through her. "I just, we're all here. Just... in case they don't..."

"They will. Hey, went to the Moon, or at least really did a bang up job of faking it, right?"

Kim's mom laughed a little, "I love you Kimberly."

Kim swallowed down the lump in her throat, "Love you too Mom. So... Dad there, Kevin?"

"BW A509X, that does make sense. Sorry..."

Helena put on a pair of purple gloves, "What? Why?"

Kerry shook her head, "I'm a doctor. BW A509X was what they called AZT while they were working with it at the NCI. It wasn't originally used for treating HI... ah, sorry." Kerry stepped backwards, bumping into the shelving. A red jelly ball dropped to the ground and started bouncing, all on its own. "Ah... Helena..."

Helena turned and opened her mouth as the ball shot towards Kerry, but, it was too late as the ball glanced off Kerry as Helena told her to, "Duck..."

Kerry watched the ball bounce down the row with a shake of her head, "I'm okay..."

Helena shook her head, "No... I mean. Yes, of course, that's good, but it's the Baylor Dodgeball, now... it will replicate. Here..." She took off one of her gloves and tossed it to Kerry. "Do not let the ball touch anything but the purple glove, can you catch with one hand?"

"Sometimes..."

Helena fell forward as the ball hit her on the back of the head. Kerry managed to get in front of her fall and caught her, then raised an eyebrow, "You were saying?"

Helena rolled her eyes, "We have to catch the ball."

Kerry nodded, her eyes twinkling, "Yes, I never played it, but that's generally the point of dodgeball."

Helena raised her eyebrow, "Remember, I did not grow up in this century." She pulled Kerry down with her and the balls sailed over their head, "And Kerry, they can kill you."

Kerry let go of Helena and they stood back to back, "Yes, well... apparently most of the stuff in this place can, so... what's new. So, one handed catch..."

Kim hit the end call button on her phone and tossed it on the desk in front of her. There was a noise behind her and she whirled in the chair. The door to the outside slowly crept open. The first one through was a young woman with red hair who looked well. She stumbled to a stop when she saw Kim.

Next was an older man with a grey flecked goatee and a bushel of hair. He looked sick. So did the next two through the door a woman and man, who practically looked like they could brother and sister, and who were holding each other up, barely.

Kim sprang from her chair, her medical training overriding the fact that they carried whatever was killing everyone out there in the world. "Sit..."

Claudia pointed what sort of looked like a ray gun at Kim, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Kim Legaspi, actually, Dr. Kim Legaspi, Helena and Kerry, another doctor, are looking for something that will help you. The british brunette one had an idea she said."

Claudia lowered the Tesla just a bit and Kim went to Myka first. But, Myka pushed Kim's hands back, "Artie, look after Artie first..." Kim had no idea which of the men was Artie and it showed on her face, "One with facial hair..."

Kim went over to him. He was in dire straits for use, so dire that he seemed to be delirious, "Vanessa, I'm-" He coughed, "So- so sorry, I'll do better, I can do better."

Artie grabbed a hold of Kim's hand. Kim gave it a squeeze, "I know you can. You will- you will."

Kim glanced at the door, "Damnit Kerry, where the hell are you?"

Helena and Kerry were both on flat on their back on the Warehouse floor. Each holding a side of the Baylor Dodgeball with a purple gloved hand. "I presume you didn't have th is much fun... at your last few jobs?"

Kerry stared up towards the ceiling of the Warehouse. "Definitely not. But, despite the craziness right now, holding onto the crazy replicating ball... I'm almost at peace, and that, that hasn't happened in a long time Helena." Kerry paused and glanced over at Helena, "No matter what happens next, thank you for that. Now... we should go save your friends right?"

Kim looked up as first Helena, then Kerry entered the office. "Ah, I think they're dying. Shouldn't... shouldn't we get them to a hospital, or..."

Kerry shook her head as she went to Artie first and looked him over, then did the same to Myka and finally to Pete.

While she was doing that Claudia went to Helena, "What'd you get, how do we fix this?"

Helena held up a syringe, "I knew that I had seen a syringe in my short time here in the Warehouse."

Kerry spoke up from in front of Pete, "Jerome Horowitz's Syringe would be my guess." Pete let go a gigantic sneeze towards Kerry and everyone in the room froze.

"Kerry?"

Kerry slowly stood, giving the male agent a pat on the knee, "Thank you Agent Lattimer is it?"

Pete nodded, then frowned, "So-sorry, she made me sneeze." He coughed, "Black stuff went into her."

Kerry walked over to Helena, who stared at the red head with a look of pure horror. "Why, why would you do that Kerry?"

Kerry put one hand to Helena's cheek, "I this doesn't work..."

She put her other hand around Helena's and took a step back, the syringe now in her hand. Helena still stared at Kerry, "Kerry." She trailed off and seemed to get control of her face and her emotions just a bit, "You- do you know how to use it?"

Kerry tied a strong looking ribbon she'd found around her upper arm, tapped at the vein on the inside of her elbow, and to the surprise of nearly everyone in the room with absolutely no hesitation plunged the syringe into the vein and pulled back the plunger.

The syringe filled with her blood.

She took it out and looked up when Helena pressed down with a piece of cloth from somewhere to stop the bleeding, and spoke so that only Kerry could hear her. "Love, you have no idea what the cost will be."

Kerry put her hand over Helena's and gave it a pat, "I'm fine, and... really, and who do I leave behind?"

Helena opened her mouth to say the word on the tip of her tongue, the word 'me', but after a moment, their gazes locked, she didn't say it, instead she brushed back a lock of red hair from Kerry's cheek and held her hand there for a moment before nodding and taking as step back.

Kerry shook the syringe and went to Artie's desk. As she searched through one of the drawers, what had been blood in the vial slowly turned into a clear tinged liquid. After thoroughly turning the drawer upside down she found what she wanted. A bunch of individually wrapped alcohol wipes. She ripped one of them open. "Not exactly good lab technique, and whatever I'm putting into you isn't my blood anymore apparently, but..." She cleaned the syringe and looked at the Warehouse Agents in distress and approached Artie, "Here goes nothing."

Artie pushed himself back up against his desk with a groan, "Yes, that is just the thing that one wants to hear..."

Kerry knelt down in front of Artie and without pretense jabbed the syringe into Artie's thigh and pushed the plunger down just a bit. She didn't wait to see what happened, but went to Myka and then Pete, performing the same act.

It happened within a few seconds of Kerry's injection. They each had a bit of a grey cloud seem to come out of their pores, and then they all pinked up. Claudia rushed to, of all people, Artie's side first and hugged him so hard that he made a bit of a squeak.

Kim helped Myka up while Helena pulled Pete to his feet.

Kerry started to take more blood, but Helena spoke, "No, Kerry, you don't know what may happen this time."

Kerry stuck the syringe back in her arm before Helena could finish the sentence.

Nothing happened at first. Kerry took the syringe from her arm, filled with blood and shook it again. She pushed at the resulting hold, letting it clot. Then with a jab injected herself with some of the cure.

She handed the syringe with the rest of the clear fluid to Artie, that should be enough for the CDC to replicate... uh..."

Kerry stumbled a little, her leg giving and a look of pain on her face. Helena got to her side just in time to catch her. "Kerry- what?"

Kerry frowned down at her right leg. She was stunned because she hadn't felt that particular pain in years, "My hip..."