"Copier…"

Summary: Paracelsus is leaving a little gift for Arthur and the gang…

Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended.

Part XV…

Original Warehouseverse…

Jinks frowning at his Farnsworth…

Nothing more as to hologram transmissions…

And oddly, the last strange sighting…Had not produced a signal…

"It can't just have come up out of nowhere?" he puzzled out loud.

Well…Actually…It could have, if it weren't the same holographic transmission using fairly conventional technology.

Again, gotta hand it to Paracelsus for picking modern tech up like that…

Though, if an agent is acting for him here, now…Could be someone from our time, so…

Whoa…He stopped, startled by the new apparition…

Paracelsus…Reaching out..Again, not in the Rashid robe…And dimly…Near him…

"What? I can't hear…Can you…?"

"One…Lost among the worlds…" faint whisper…

"…Jinks?..." A voice… "We can't…"

"Claudia?...Claudia?!" he reached for the figure now beside Paracelsus…Which divided…Then again…

"One…Jinks!...Don't…" the image now of multiple Claudias and Paracelsus brightened…

"We can't help her! Jinks! Please!..." the Claudias called…

All fading suddenly…As he stepped back, near the shelf of the section, to a corner…

Stumbling and falling over… "Hey!"…Something…

Nothing…

He found himself lying…On something…

Yet not on anything…

Yet not on the floor…

And that something felt…

Disturbingly…

Like a…

"Jinks?" Myka stared at him…

"What are you doing?! Is Pete with you?!"

Uh…Well…I think I'm lying on someone's invisible body…He thought…

….

"Five foot ten…Forty…And likes to ski at Aspen once a month? Nice…" Artie nodded to Vanessa's eager, gushing report as to her new boyfriend, Dr. Chet…Uh…

Ah, what the hell…May as well make him believeable…Claudia, still suspending between sleep and acute mental watchfulness…Totally plugged into the Warehouse energy flow…Kinda like the Crell "Big Machine" in "Forbidden Planet" she thought…Hmmn…One could consider that a moderately disturbing reference if one weren't utterl y confident of ones self-control…And didn't have an Arthur Nielsen to curb one's darker nature…

"…Horowitz…" Vanessa "remembered", suddenly…

"Right…Nice…" Artie nodded.

"He is…Very nice…" Vanessa fondly…

"Strange how you never mentioned him before…" Artie noted… "Not that it's any of my business…Of course…"

"I wanted to see how things went…I think…" Vanessa, blinking…

Hmmn…I best back off a bit…Don't wanna blow out her brain…Not in front of Artie, anyway…

"I should go…I have some patients to see…" Vanessa noted… "I'll be back to check on Mrs. Fredericks as soon as the equipment arrives…Ok?" smile…

"Ummn…Ok…" Artie nodded. "If you're sure she'll be ok?"

"For now, sure…I'll be back…" nod…

"Great…We'll get the room ready and let us know if there's anything we should do for her…"

"I will…" she rose… "It's great seeing you again, Artie…" she beamed…Kissing his cheek…

"Right…Give my best to Chet."

"Who?" she blinked… "Oh, yeah…Chet…Right…Sure…Bye." She paused a moment then smiled nervously and headed out…Artie staring after her.

Ow…This sort of thing gives one the mucho headache…Claudia thought…But all in the Good Cause of keeping Nielsen to watch over me…Need once again nobly justifying somewhat questionable means…

Think I'll take the standard version of forty winks…All seems secure in my House…

And I want to be well rested for our guests when they come…

Of course…Mr. N…If you should be any chance care to examine me for strictly medical purposes to ascertain my continued good health…Naturally you may feel free to do your duty…

Hmmn…The Big Machine…Subconscious desires unleashed destroying the entire noble Crell civilization in one wild night's carouse…

Maybe best to unplug a bit from the Matrix before nap time…Yeah…

Things are going so well, I wouldn't wanna wake up and find I'd killed Artie and wiped out all Humanity…

I mean the wiping out of Humanity would be bad too…

See…Compassion is just roaring back in me…Just gotta clear a few minor obstacles and Her Saintliness can inaugurate the new era of peace and joy…No doubt with the Nielsen non-interference directive firmly in place, democracy respected, of course.

Though of course from now on the good and just will somehow win all elections, the greedy and oppressive will find no safe dictatorships or off-shore island havens, Dick Cheney will do jail time for outing that CIA agent, and Congress will restore the VRA, stop hounding decent immigrants, support safe and plentiful food supplies, and do something about unemployment and global warming…

Or else…

When Arthur isn't looking, natch as to the "or else…"

….

"Jinks?..." Myka looked at his oddly sprawled form…Sort of in a mound off the ground…

Minus visible support…

"Myka…? There's something under me…" he noted, struggling to get up to a sitting position…

"Something…Someone…Dead…I think…" he stared down…

She blinking…

Alternate Warehouseverse…

Confinement area…

"So…" the summoned nurse, a short petite brunette, eyed Myka through the cell bars… "You say you have pain?"

"Down here…" Myka noted, running hands down. "I've been starting chemotherapy for my cancer."

"Yeah…Your chart says testing has confirmed that…A pity it won't be fast enough to save you from the bronzer."

"Yeah…Thanks…" Myka smiled brittley.

"Don't mention it…So you want something for the pain?"

"Besides a bullet in the head, yeah…"

"That would be my first offer…"

Sigh…"Seriously? Are your people just naturally sadistic here? You're a nurse, aren't you?"

"Everyone here was fond of CG Wells and is of Agent Lattimer…Former Agent Bering…" the nurse noted, calmly. "We may have to try and treat you humanely…We don't have to like it."

"Right…" Myka nodded.

"So? Where's the pain…?"

"Down here…" She put hand to her abdomen…

"Have you had any bleeding?"

"Yes, a little…In the bucket…" she nodded…

"Ok…Stay back from the door after I come to it…No fast or sudden moves or Charlie there…" she shrugged to indicate the guard narrowly watching them… Will shoot…"

"Great…" she nodded…Stepping back…

Agent Lattimer's office…

"Yes?" Charlotte Dupree-Sutton eyed the staring Lattimer coolly.

"He's enraptured…" Sutton grinned… "As am I, dearest…"

"How did I survive your Miss Bering's treacherous gunshot?" Charlotte asked, frown…With reluctant beam to Sutton's grin. "Quite simple, Agent Lattimer…Immortality doesn't wear off instantaneously…"

"You healed…?" Peter stared.

"After about four hours of being left on the ground, then carried away for suitable burial…Yes." She frowned. "Though that was it as to my regenerative capabilities so I cannot offer another demonstration, sorry."

"A miracle from God Almighty…Perhaps my occasional rare good deeds, or more likely, Nick's purity of soul throughout the centuries won us a little mercy." Sutton beamed. Nicholas smiling fondly at his mother…

"You might have let us know…" Lattimer stared.

"When we had no idea how far this conspiracy ran in your merry band?" Sutton frowned. "I'd say having saved the world earlier and done what we could to contain my brother's evil and saved you and your agent from him, my family'd earned a little respite from harm's way. Though we did contact Mrs. Fredericks a few days ago via Charlotte's long established links to the Regents and she explained that your treacherous ladies had been secured, along with my brother. Who'd at last apparently met his deserved demise, courtesy Warehouse 13 and its unique incarceration system."

"Until Myka began making her claims…And I wondered if perhaps our victory had been as decisive as we'd allowed ourselves to believe." Mrs. Fredericks noted.

"And now…Once again…You need the Count of St. Germain and family to save your bottoms and the world…Well, here we are." Sutton smiled, bowing at end with flourish. Charlotte unable to resist a beam breaking through frown…

Alarms suddenly blaring…Mrs. Fredericks, hard stare to Lattimer…He rushing to his computer screen and grabbing a ringing phone… "Lattimer!"

"It's the confinement area. Our innocent Ms. Bering has just made a break." He turned to the staring group. Turning back to phone. "Get her, whatever it takes. Take no chances. Shoot to kill." He told the phone grimly…