It had been a long time since he'd been there. Things were different and yet it was still Leena's bed and breakfast and it still felt very much like home. So much so that he hadn't even bothered to knock, he'd just let himself in. Of course Leena was there to greet him with a hug and there were a plate of cookies waiting. He didn't ask how she knew he was coming; he just figured Leena was being Leena. With a glass of milk in one hand and a cookie in the other Pete walked around the first floor taking it all in, reliving all his wonderful memories of living here and working at the Warehouse. Standing between the living room and sunroom he munched on his cookie and stared at the large round wooden table where they had their morning meetings and wondered why H.G. had called him there. What was going on? Was Myka alright? A knot twisted in his stomach but thinking about her didn't give him any vibes, so she had to be alright, right?

She watched him stuff half a cookie into his mouth before washing it down by chugging most of the milk in his glass. She smiled so bright her eyes lit up. She waited until he put the glass down on the table before speaking; she didn't want to startle him, he already had a bad habit of breaking kitchenware. Or at least he use to. "Pete."

He turned and there she stood smiling at him and it was like they'd been apart for a day, not separated by years. "Myka."

Myka laughed as Pete closed the distance between them in three long strides and then picked her up in a crushing hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back just as fiercely. "It's good to see you Pete."

"I missed you, Mykes." Pete said as he let his face get smothered in the mass of dark curls her hair still was.

"I missed you too." She replied, letting the hug linger a little longer before finally pulling away.

Pete smiled at her. He took her in and smiled a little more. There was some gray in her curly hair, a little crinkle at the corners of her eyes, maybe a little more fluffy with age, but she was still Myka. Reaching out he brushed his fingertip over the gold Eye of Horus pinned to Myka's blouse. "You know Mom was so proud when you took her place."

"I was honored when she asked." Myka admitted softly.

He took half a step back as he admitted. "When H.G. called me I thought… I thought something happened to you."

"I'm sorry she scared you." Myka said sympathetically. "I don't think she quite knew how to put what's going on into words."

"H.G. Wells? At a loss for words?" Pete asked. Now he was starting to get a vibe. He'd been vibing a lot lately, normally after talking to his son, but what would Michael have to do with the Warehouse? "Ok this isn't going to be good is it? Mykes, what's going on?"

Myka sighed before asking him, "What do you know about the new agents?"

"Nothing." Pete told her. "I'm not a Regent. I don't get to know things. Heck, I know less now than I did before and that was never much."

"Apparently being a Regent doesn't always mean I get to know what's going on either." Myka said with anger lacing her voice. "At least before she recruited you Mrs. Fredrick went to Jane, talked to her, got her option, and yeah sure she went against Jane's wishes anyway, but at least she bothered to ask. We didn't even get that courtesy."

"Mykes, what are you talking about?" Pete asked, clearly confused.

"I think she's talking about us?" Michael said from the doorway.

Pete turned towards the sound of his son's voice and his jaw dropped open. Standing there with H.G., Artie, Claudia, and a rather pretty girl was his son. "Mikes?"

"Mikes?" Myka asked with a soft smile.

Pete turned his confused gaze to Myka. "Mykes?"

"Meet the Warehouse's newest agents." Myka said, a flash of anger and betrayal in her voice that made Helena come to stand with her wife, and Sarah take a step back. "Your son and our daughter."

"What?" Pete exclaimed. "Myka!"

"I didn't know." Myka told him.

Pete looked at everyone in the room before walking over to his son and asking, "You're a Warehouse agent? How? When?"

"A while?" Michael answered. The look he got from his dad said he needed to provide more than that so he added, "Since I got back from London and found Mrs. Fredrick sitting on my futon."

Pete gave it a moment of thought and then said, "London? You mean that case you worked with the snooty hot British chick? That was months ago!"

"You thought I was snooty?" Sarah said, finally speaking up after watching the scene unfold. She'd been trying to gage her mother's mood before drawing attention to herself and since everyone seemed focus on Michael she was willing to wait. Until now that is.

Claudia smirked. "He also thought you were hot."

"No argument there, have you seen my genetic pool?" Sarah said while waving a hand at her mothers. She knew her male genetic donor was related to her Mum, she and her brother had been told he was a cousin, which was kind of true, so as far as she was concerned she was as much from Helena's blood as Myka's. "But snooty! Really? Me?" She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Snooty, I'll give you snooty, next time someone tries to turn you into the bloody hound of Baskerville, I might just let them do it! Snooty. I'm not snooty! I'm English!"

Pete stared at the pretty young ranting woman while whispering, "Snooty hot British chick?"

Michael nodded while muttering, "Yeah, she's also kind of their kid."

Pete had kind of tuned out after hearing his son was an agent so the end of Myka's sentence had sounded like an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoon to him. Turning now to look at Myka and Helena, he caught them glaring at him. "Yours? She's yours?" They nodded at him and he turned to finally really look at Sarah. Now that he was paying attention he could see it, he could see them in her, and not just in her physical looks but her very presence. He smiled his biggest dopiest grin. "Wow, you two, she's beautiful."

"We think so." Helena said with a soft proud smile.

"Not making up for the snooty bit." Sarah protested.

"To be far my love you did refer to Michael as a chest thumping American cowboy with pretty eyes." Helena said, ratting her daughter out and evening the field a bit.

"Mum!" Sarah yelped with wide eyes.

Michael grinned in a way that really made him look like Pete. "You think my eyes are pretty?"

Sarah glared at him. "Shut up Lattimer."

"Oh!" Claudia squealed in delight. "This is so awesome! The family back together! The banter, the teasing, everyone in one room, well almost everyone, Jinksy is out on a mission, but still, here we are, happy and together again!"

"We're far from happy, Claudia." Myka reminded the younger woman. "After all these years we're right back to being pawns of the Warehouse? After everything we agreed to do, promises made, here we are anyway? No, no we're not happy at all." She walked over to Sarah and shook her head. "Them, I'm use to them lying and keep secrets, but you? Sarah."

Sarah dropped her head like a scolded child but before she could say a word Michael spoke up. "She wanted to tell you. She wanted nothing more than to share this with you, with both of you, but she didn't know she could, and she couldn't face telling one of you and not the other, she wouldn't put one of you in the position of keeping secrets from the other, and it's all been eating at her for weeks."

Sarah gave him a look of thanks for saying what she was struggling to put into words, and at the same time glared at him as if he were sharing a secret. "Didn't I say shut up Lattimer?"

Michael snorted. "When do I ever do that?"

"Good point." She replied, her look softening.

Myka took her daughter's face in her hands and made Sarah look at her. Eye to eye she could see the emotional storm Sarah had been wading through, was still wading through as she tried to deal with finding out that her mothers had a secret life behind her back. It wasn't Sarah she was angry with and she wasn't about to take it on her. Myka smiled at her little girl before wrapping her arms around Sarah in a hug. "I'm sorry sweetheart."

Sarah relaxed a great deal as she returned her mother's hug.

While Myka was reconnecting with her daughter Pete was getting himself caught up on what was happening, what had been happening. Clearly the parents were left out of all of this but what about Artie and Claudia? They'd been there when he'd found out about his own mother, why would they do that to Michael and to him again? He felt a little better when Artie explained that by the time they found out what was happening Michael and Sarah were practically on his doorstep.

Helena however took no comfort from that. "And when you did find out you still didn't feel the need to inform us?" She asked. "All these months that they've been here with you? Not a word?"

"They are not children who require permission from their parents, Agent Wells." Mrs. Fredrick said sternly from where she now stood. "Nor was it Arthur's or Claudia's choice to handle things the way they were handled. The choice to bring Michael and Sarah into the Warehouse was mine and mine alone."

"Ahh, that's not totally true, mostly but not totally." Claudia jumped in. Mrs. Fredrick gave her a dangerous look but she went on anyway. "Yeah, Mrs. F. does all the work but the Warehouse its self kind of guides her towards possible padawans. No, seriously," She said when Sarah rolled her eyes at the Star Wars reference. "It's almost like there's something in the blood, something special, that it picks up on."

Mrs. Fredrick sighed deeply. Claudia still had a lot to learn about being a Caretaker; she was far to open with information. "I am honestly surprised it took you this long to bring them in, Ms. Donavan."

Claudia shrugged. "I would have done it sooner if I could have. I wanted to tell them as soon as you told me."

"And you should have." Helena said with a slight edge to her voice that made Claudia look down at her feet.

"Before you recruited Pete you went to Jane and you talked to her about it." Myka said, cutting her wife off before Helena could get to upset and say things she would have trouble taking back, or before she could reveal things they'd have trouble explaining to Sarah. "Why didn't you show us the same respect?"

"Jane?" Michael said with a blink of surprise. "Grandma Jane? She's in on this too?"

"I do believe there is quite a lot we don't know about any of this, Michael." Sarah replied as she watched the people around them. The connections, the history between all these people, spread out in front of her like someone unrolling a dusty old map, and she found the sudden release of dust to be rather irritating.

Mrs. Fredrick stiffened a little before she reluctantly answered, "I meant no disrespect Myka. However, I knew, given H.G's past and your bond with her, neither of you would have heard me out once I mentioned Sarah's name. You wouldn't have given me the chance to talk to you about it so I didn't bother. I did what needed to be done knowing there would be consequences and accepting that something like this would eventually happen."

"Wait," Sarah said, stepping closer to her mothers and Mrs. Fredrick. Something about that statement felt funny to her. "What do you mean because of my mother's past?"

Helena looked hurt, angry, even betrayed that this would still be an issue. "She was afraid I would react badly to the thought of you in danger because of how I reacted to the loss of your sister, darling."

Now Sarah's eyes were the ones flushed with anger. "You're holding my mother's grief over Christina against her? Why? What does that have to do with me being here?"

"You know about Christina?" Artie asked softly.

"Of course I do." Sarah replied. "Why wouldn't I know about her? She's my sister."

Very old pain flickered in Helena's eyes as she gave them all a look that said Sarah and her brother knew about Christina but did not know exact details. It was hard to hide it from them when her beautiful little gifts from Myka would ask why sometimes Mummy looked so very sad over something that should have been simple and happy like watching her small children splash in the puddles outside their garden gate.

Sarah watched the room carefully, her eyes narrowing as she tried to understand the silent conversion. "Was Christina killed because of the Warehouse?"

The question seemed to shock everyone in the room back to the present. "What?" Myka replied. "No, baby, no, it was a robbery gone horribly wrong, you know that."

"Then why is everyone acting like they were scared to talk to you and Mum about me joining the Warehouse?" Sarah asked. "You're a Regent apparently and Mum's an agent, clearly you both have a long history here, and the Warehouse is important to you, yes?" Myka and Helena both nodded confirmation. "So why all the cloak and dagger? Why am I suddenly sensing distrust between all of you?"

"Honestly kid?" Claudia cut in yet again. "You're Mum's got a scary side."

"I once snuck off to Amsterdam for a weekend when I was sixteen with my girlfriends without telling them." Sarah replied as she looked over at the woman. "Trust me, I know my Mum has a scary side." Turning back to look at her mothers and Mrs. Fredrick she said, "Why does my mother's grief scare you so badly you'd leave them both out of something that apparently you didn't need to leave them out of?"

"It was really powerful grief." Claudia said. "Earth shattering grief." Everyone in the room gave her a harsh look. "What?"

Mrs. Fredrick let a moment pass before directing her words at Myka and Helena. "I have my reasons for doing what I did and I don't have to explain myself further to any of you." Myka started to speak up and she shook her head. "Not even to a Regent. I choose them, and I asked them to join, why? Because they belong here, just as each of you belonged here."

"People die here!" Helena said angrily, fearfully.

"People die everywhere, Mum." Sarah replied honestly. "Hamish went to the mall with his mates to buy a new video game and got hit by a bus. People die. MI5 wasn't exactly teaching nursery school, you know."

"Yeah, besides, people don't always stay dead." Claudia added. "Artie went to ashes in the umbilicus and he came back. Jinksy's had that forced heart thing and he came back. H.G. blew up with the Warehouse and she…"

Sarah spun around with wide eyes to look at the other woman. "What do you mean she blew up?"

"Uh, I, um, see, um, yeah, soooo why didn't you tell Pete about Michael? He's way less scary than H.G." Claudia said, changing the subject though Sarah, Helena and Myka continued to glare at her.

Pete had spent this whole time silently fuming. He listened, and he didn't like what he was hearing one bit. He was not ok with the way Myka and Helena were treated in this. It was far harsher than the disrespect shown to him. "She didn't say anything to me because a long time ago I asked her to never come for one of my kids."

"What?" Michael said in surprise. "Why?"

"Because we were lucky." Pete told his son. "Me, Myka, H.G. even your Grandma, we were damn lucky. We were able to have lives away from the Warehouse. Most agents aren't that lucky. Most agents either die, go batshit crazy, or turn evil."

Claudia was about to say something but Artie put his hand over her mouth to shut her up, knowing damn well that whatever she was going to say it was probably linked to Helena. Probably about how they didn't always stay crazy and evil.

"Artie seems fine." Michael pointed out. "And Claudia, and Steve."

"Seven people out of hundreds." Pete replied. "Don't get my wrong. My years here, working and living with all of them, were some of the best years of my life, and I wouldn't trade in those years for anything. I wouldn't change a thing because I got to be with some pretty awesome people, but the risks, a life full of secrets, it's not what I wanted for you or your brothers."

A long uncomfortable silence lingered in the room after that. Each person lost in his or her own thoughts and emotions. Old wounds were opened, and the pain from them needed to be faced and dealt with. Helena had blamed her work with Warehouse 12 for playing a small part in Christina's death and now here she was facing the possibility that Sarah could be lost to her as well. Myka had struggled for a long time with the secrets and lies that kept cropping up early on in her time with the Warehouse, Artie's lies, Mrs. Fredrick's secrets, the Regents surreptitious ways. It had made it hard for her to trust her work and the people she was sharing her life with, and now here it all was again, even as a Regent how much did she really matter? Maybe he had been upgraded to a bishop or a rook, his son replacing him as a pawn, but Pete once again found himself feeling like a piece in someone else's game. Like his fate, his destiny and now that of his son's weren't up to them.

When the feeling in the room became too much, when she felt like she was choking on the tension, Sarah spoke up. "Were we picked because of who are parents are?"

"No." Mrs. Fredrick answered. "Of course not."

"Then why us?" Michael asked. "Why me and Sarah? Why take the risk? You've really pissed off people you clearly care about, hurt them, I think unintentionally, but still you've hurt them. For me? For Sarah? Why?"

Mrs. Fredrick actually smiled. "Because you are extraordinary." There was a flicker of something in her ancient eyes. Awe? Fondness? It was hard to tell, but it was a emotion, a positive one. "A Warehouse agent isn't chosen simply because they have skills, abilities, or talents that we might need, though those things are helpful factors, no, they are chosen because they are special. Every single one of you I picked because you out shine all others. And I will not apologize for bringing any of you here because wither you are willing to admit it or not this is where you all belong."

"Should have thought that twenty-some years ago." Claudia blurted out. "Could have avoided all of this if you made different choices back than."

Michael and Sarah looked at each other before Michael asked, "What happened twenty-some years ago?"

"Another time darling." Helena answered. Myka had been holding her hand in a comforting death grip that had helped to calm her emotions. Myka's touch had always had that effect on her. "I think we've all had quiet enough for now."

Everyone nodded in agreement but the youngest two in the room. Emotions were still running high, tempers were still flared, but what was done was done, and now they had to focus on moving on. Sarah and Michael wanted to keep hashing it out, but the others needed a breather. Leena stepped forward and smiled softly at everyone. She looked over to Myka, Helena and Pete. "I've made up rooms for you upstairs. I'd offer your old ones but Sarah and Mike took them."

"Still don't understand why you get the full sized bed." Michael grumbled, trying to break some of the tension. "And the bigger room."

"Because I have more stuff." Sarah said, falling into their common, and comfortable agreement.

"You have more clothes, clothes isn't stuff." Michael argued back.

Artie groaned. "And there they go again."

Pete put his arm around his son's shoulder and laughed. "It could be worse."

"How could it be worse?" Michael asked.

Pete looked right at Myka, Helena, and Claudia as he said, "She and her girlfriend and their kid sister could use up all their own closest space and one morning you wake up to find more of their clothes in your closest than your own."

"You were rather cute wearing my waistcoat." Helena teased.

Pete pouted. "You made me think I was getting fat."

Claudia was smiling. Yeah there was a lot of drama and issues to work out, but she had her family back, and this time she wasn't letting them go. Not without a fight.