A/N: I'm glad to see people like the premise of this story. And I promise to try and keep this entertaining and updated on a regular basis. Provided I don't get buried under homework, real life, and my own mind. (Sighs) Sometimes it's a pain being me. Anyway before I forget credit goes to Terra Young for the paintbrush artifact that appears in this chapter. And in case any of you were wondering Artie has Pete's stuff since there was little reason in not sneaking it out of the post office when they had the chance. He just hasn't had a chance to give it to the guy yet.

Disclaimer: Sadly I still don't own anything that appears in this. Though that will hopefully change once I use a large bag of coins to make a few wishes in the fountain at the mall. That or maybe I'll get lucky and we'll get an episode where we can see Claudia, Myka, and Pete in swimsuits.

"I tell you if I didn't know better then I'd swear this place gets bigger overnight." Pete grumbled as he followed behind Claudia.

Ever since Claudia had decided the two would walk up and down the warehouse's endless aisles, as opposed to taking Edison's Bio-Energy Vehicle like Pete wanted, the male agent had loudly voiced his complaints every couple of minutes.

Turning to look back at Pete Claudia offered him a smile. "You could be right. Whenever the Old Man has me taking inventory it always takes longer than it did the last time."

"And that has nothing to do with the fact that you get bored partway through taking inventory and find something else to occupy yourself with."

Claudia rolled her eyes at Pete's comment as she began scanning along the shelves looking at the various artifacts and their effects. She already knew every artifact that were on the shelves in this part of the warehouse, given how close it was to Artie's office, but with her natural curiosity she couldn't resist seeing if an artifact had managed to be overlooked before. No new artifacts made their presence known and Claudia couldn't help but feel slightly let down for a moment. This was a place where the lines between reality and fantasy blurred and anything seemed possible. Though it failed to work whenever she was bored, which was becoming more and more frequent with how often Artie had her doing mundane tasks around the warehouse.

Sighing quietly Claudia began to walk deeper into the warehouse when the sound of something wooden hitting the floor reached her ears. Turning around she quickly spotted the source of the disturbance. A three meter long wooden rod lay ignored at Pete's feet in favor of a small golden circular disc that he clutched in his hands.

Being a few feet away Claudia couldn't readily id the artifact that Pete held in his hands. A small notch at the bottom of the disc showed where it had come free from the rod, likely when Pete had picked it up. The golden disc fit comfortably in Pete's hand as he idly ran his thumbs over the engraving that marred it's otherwise unadorned surface. As Pete held it up to the light to get a better look at it Claudia noticed a flash of red light issuing from the large ruby set in the exact center of the disc. In that instant Claudia recognized the artifact and a shiver of terror raced down her spine as her feet propelled her at the agent. "Pete you idiot point that thing away from you!" Grabbing Pete's hands Claudia managed to point the disc skywards before the world was engulfed in a ball of fire.

A bright flash of light momentarily blinded the two as a large fireball exited the disc with a loud WHOOSH! Rocketing upwards the fireball easily tore through the roof of the warehouse heralded by the loud painful cries of metal tearing as it disappeared into the twilight sky.

"Well I guess that answers what the Staff of Ra does. Too bad it didn't do that in the movie. Would have been cool to see Indy roast a few of those Nazi's with it." Shielding his eyes Pete looked up at Warehouse 13's new skylight. "Do you think Artie's going to notice that hole when he gets back from vacation?"

"Oh I'm pretty certain he's going to notice it right away. He's got a sixth sense about these things." Claudia commented dryly. A ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she imagined the look on Artie's face when he discovered it especially since she wouldn't be the one getting in trouble for once.

Bending down she picked up the headpiece from where it had fallen during the commotion. Lifting up her shirt Claudia tucked it into the waistband of her jeans before lowing her shirt back down to ensure the headpiece didn't get activated again by light before it was reattached to the staff. Grabbing the staff off the ground she placed both items back onto the shelf before continuing on her way down the aisle. "Come on Pete you can worry about that later. We're not done exploring yet."

Sparing one last look at the hole in the roof Pete sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he took off after the redheaded teen. For a moment he lost sight of the teen as she visibly sped up and ducked around a corner into a different warehouse aisle. Breaking into a slow jog Pete reached the intersection where Claudia turned at and stopped as he looked around for the former delinquent.

Not spotting the teen Pete cupped his hands around his mouth "Claudia! Hey Claudia where are you!"

Hurried footsteps and a giggle were all the warning Pete had as something wet and sticky ran up the middle of his back. Turning around he spotted Claudia whistling a nameless tune with her hands behind her back as her gaze wandered over the nearby artifacts.

Feeling Pete's eyes on her Claudia looked at the agent and grinned. "Love the new look Pete. It's very…" she paused for a second searching for the right words "fashionable for you."

Looking down Pete's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of his favorite T-shirt. Its usual gray and faded appearance with the logo of his favorite basketball team had been replaced with a horrible bright pink monstrosity of a shirt. Below that his blue jeans now had white stripes running along its entire length ending at his now polka dot socks.

As he tried to figure out which artifact had caused this fashion disaster he heard a soft plopping sound. Looking towards Claudia he saw a spreading puddle of black and white paint forming behind her.

"This is the kind of stuff that can happen if you're not careful around artifacts Pete. You've got to make sure to read what they do before you decide to play around with them." Grinning at the agent Claudia was unprepared as he leapt towards her. Before she could react he managed to grab hold of her hands, and liberate the artifact she had been hiding behind her back.

"Salvador Dali's Paintbrush. If I remember right this little thing can change the color of any object to one of the artist's choosing. Shall we see how you look in pastels Claudia?" Pete grinned evilly as he slowly advanced on the white faced teen.

With her intellect Claudia had always managed to think her way out of any situation. Barring of course that one incident with Volta's lab coat where she had ended up becoming a human magnet and needed Artie to rescue her, oh and that other time when she'd gotten trapped in the Bed and Breakfast Painting with Myka and Pete. However at this time her mind utterly and spectacularly failed to come up with a solution. So with her mind mentally yelling 'Crap I would look horrible in pastels!' and 'what are you still doing standing her you idiot, RUN!' Claudia took of running as though her life depended on it all the while yelling "Pete come on it was a joke! Ha-ha. Really funny right. No need to take this personally!"

Pete gave Claudia a few seconds head start before giving off an evil laugh worthy of any movie villain before he took off after the redhead chuckling evilly all the while.

Elsewhere

Myka felt pretty pleased with herself. Sure she had to drive over an hour to get here, but it had been well worth it. The mall she had discovered had a wide variety of stores, at least ½ of which had been having sales and were ones Myka would normally shop at if she were still back at Washington.

Laden down with packages and slightly exhausted from the enjoyable experience Myka headed out into the empty parking lot towards her car. At the last minute she had decided to buy a few things for her friends and had gone back into the mall after she had deposited the stuff purchased only for her into the car. Now with her shopping done Myka briefly wondered how she was going to fit all these extra bags into the car before she deciding that she'd make it work somehow.

Halfway to her car Myka set down her bags as she began digging through her purse looking for the keys. 'Damn it's so dark out here. What I wouldn't give for a little extra light.' She mentally grumbled.

As if in answer to her prayers the surrounding area lit up with a bright red glow as a distant rumble shook the area. Looking up Myka's mouth dropped open in shock at seeing a large ball of fire hurtling down from the heavens at her. As her life flashed before her eyes Myka said her final prayers and regretted how she would never see her friends again. Now mentally prepared Myka watched as the fireball fell down, down, down and hit its target, her car, dead center.

As she watched her car and all her purchases go up in flames Myka felt a moment of relief that her life hadn't come to a fiery end. She was so relieved that she began laughing at how scared she had been despite her earlier brushes with death as a Secret Service agent. It wasn't until a little voice in the back of her head asked 'where on Earth did that fireball come from?' that she stopped laughing and a few seconds later growled out "Lattimer you are going to pay for this."

A/N: That's all for now. Feel free to let me know what you thought of this chapter, along with ideas for other artifacts for this story. Now if you'll excuse me I need to review some of the past Warehouse 13 episodes so I can hopefully figure out just what HG Wells is planning, along with why she was bronzed in the first place. Oh and remember reviews make authors happy, and happy authors are productive authors.