A/N Thank you for the lovely reviews I loved all of them and I plan to continue this ficlet until it is a complete fanfic. It is still just a growing idea so please be patient with me. I might change a few chapters but I'll always let you all know through A/Ns. In this chapter (and future ones) Sanura calls Claudia "Sagira" which means Dear One or Beloved or something like that…in other words I'm using it like a term of endearment…or maybe something more? SPOILER ALERT just went off in my mind…so think on that! Ok…HG's not evil sooo pre last episode…I think its called Buried? Claudia's thoughts are just italics and Artie's are bold if HG ever thinks in this ficlet they will be underlined. Ok sooo yeah enjoy and please rievew…the ones that I've gotten are lovely thank you.

DISCLAIMER: no…I only own Sanura…really not that fun to own…and I own the OC moments and the Artifacts…that's it.

LAST TIME:

Looking down at the girl, Claudia was her name, she smiled. "You are perfect." And she closed her empathy link, something HG had forgotten to tell them.

AT THE BED AND BREAKFAST

Claudia woke feeling clammy. She dashed to her mirror trying to remember the dream. Something about Pete and Myka dying and Artie being tortured? With HG trying to hold her back with Leena crying. She shuddered. Whatever it was it was only a dream, but what was that voice? What had it said? Something about "Belong with gods"?

"I wish that I could remember." She muttered under her breath.

"YO CLAUDIA! Rise and shine ma sweet ittie-bittie!" Pete yelled into her room. She sighed. They had all thought that she was twenty-two and when they found out that she was only nineteen, Pete had taken to calling her "ittie-bittie". She dressed and went downstairs, greeting her 'family' with a, "Good oxy moron to you all," like always and started shoveling food down her throat. "So Claudia, did you sleep well last night?" Helena smirked as she asked, knowing that Claudia was the most unnerved by her tail. "I had a really bad nightmare but its okay. It was bad because you were in most of it."

"Touché my smart friend. Then tell me, what are those slight red marks on your face?"

"WHAT?" she quickly checked her reflection in her spoon and screamed at the top of her lungs, "HG, I will kill you! Just saying….if you ever joke about that again….use your imagination to end that sentence."

The elder agent shuddered, fully knowing what Claudia could do.

Claudia didn't feel well. Her head was pounding and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watch by some unknown and omni-knowledgeable force. THAT'S what freaked her out, not HG's story. "Alright. Pete, Myka you two are going to investigate a story on a girl named Maria Bose who, apparently, died by the diagnosis of his father Diego Bose. I think it might have something to do with either the original Dead Ringer Bell or the Mirror of Bloody Mary, so scoot!"

Myka and Pete headed off to collect their things. Claudia and HG wished them well. Once they were gone Claudia asked, "So geezer, what are we doing today?"
"Sorry kiddo, you've got inventory while HG is free to ketch up in modern world affairs."

"I doubt they've changed that much since the nineteenth century Artie."

"I'm so sorry to burst your very proper and accented bubble HG, but you've got two World Wars, a war against Vietnam, many other wars, American history, English history, archaeological discoveries all over the world, technology enhancements, and scientific breakthroughs. You've got thirty-six hours. Have fun!" he glanced to Claudia, "You are doing inventory the WHOLE day. I don't care if you claim to be Mexican, you are working on 'el día de los muertos' capiche kiddo?"

Claudia muttered something like, "Half, dude. A girl can be half Mexican." and marched up to take a shower and get dressed. Her outfit consisted of skinny jeans, a black long sleeves with a magenta belt, a matching necklace, knuckle gloves, and streak in her hair. Upon seeing the young woman Artie sighed. Of course she would change the streak from the simi-natural light blond streak it was just last night. He grumbled, "C'mon kiddo, we've got a ton of work a head of us."

IN THE WAREHOUSE

Artie was doing something about Bloody Mary's Mirror, Claudia smirked thinking about how much Myka must hate this mission that involves another mirror, and she was doing, as promised, a crap load of inventory. Her head ach hadn't gone away, actually the further she went into the Warehouse the more it hurt. Sometimes she swore that she saw something out of the corner of her eye but then it would be gone, leaving her confused.

Just then, she saw the shadow of a girl and a voice in her head said, "Fear not, Sagira, kitten be here. You hear no laughter, you hear no bow, you hear no arrow and you still here. You have been Chosen, but be warned. Being Chosen comes with a cost." Claudia was so unnerved by the voice in its haunting accent and speech patterns that she hardly noticed the hot, almost burning sensation that started in her left palm and ran up her arm. Then all of her pains were gone, and she continued working still extremely confused by the voice and the wording it, SHE, had used. What does she mean, Chosen? Is it like some disease that she spreads? The possibilities are endless and I don't even know where to begin! Claudia hurried back to the office. Artie was in his loft on the Farnsworth, Probably talking to Vanessa,Claudia laughed to herself. HG was back at Leena's so she was alone. Then her left arm started itching so she pulled of her glove and pulled up her sleeve. She nearly screamed. From the top of her hand to about half way down her arm was an intricate tattoo that looked like a royal ancient Egyptian mark. She studied it closer and noticed some hieroglyphics that symbolized certain gods and goddesses. Ra, Nyx, Isis, Bastet, Sekhmet, Thoth, and Ma'at, along with a few others like Set and Geb. "What the hell…what..when?" then the words of Sanura came back to her…, "Chosen…she was Chosen too!" Claudia cried out so loud that she heard Artie stand up in the loft and start to come down the stairt. "Awww crap crappidy crap crap crap!" she tried to tug down her sleeve and pull on her glove. She didn't get either on in time for him to not see.

"Claudia? Is that you? I thought that I told you to…are you hiding something from me?"

God that was fast! "Nope, nothing here to hide!" She spoke to quickly. She's defiantly hiding something. "Are you sure Claudia? Let me see your arms." Crap…crap crap crap! He's onto me!She held out her arms and prayed that maybe the tattoo, by some miracle, would be gone. "As you wish my darling Sagira, the Mark shall be gone to all eyes that would never believe." A lovely voice floated through Claudia's mind it sounded like music mixed with power and magic. When Artie pulled the sleeve back on her left arm, she saw the dark gold, red, and black hieroglyphics and swirling pattern but he just saw her small arm. "Alright, now get back to work."

"Hey Artie? Could I help HG? I'm no historian like you but I love science and archeology and I am a tech wiz."

Grudgingly he agreed and she was off to find the older agent. She would offer her knowledge of the modern day and lessons in computer tech and maybe buy her a cell phone just for more answers on this mysterious Sanura and on what the marks on her arm meant.