A/N: should you ever doubt I listen attentively to your posts, inquiries and suggests - know that this story line of Helena returning to the Warehouse was born out of request from readers M4BW and Henrietta McArdle.

Then Aidyl James added some insights and AsgardianBlade - bless her soul - stretched my imagination to add depth to what I was about to write.

Many thanks to all who read along and post their thoughts - it is always appreciate. Keep it up - please.

HG Wells to the Rescue

Two Weeks Earlier…

As the Head Regent of the Warehouse, Adwin Kosan knew this day would eventually come. Yet, he had to admit, it seemed to arrive quickly. There were a lot of things that went into the timing of the event, least of which were issues with the present location. The town residents of Univille in South Dakota had started taking notice of the large building on the outskirts of town. And homes were popping up rather close by. It seemed no one was put off to live near, what they believed to be, the IRS Tax Records Office.

The new locale would most likely never present that issue. It was so remote that they were installing their own airfield so that agents could fly in and out of the area. The committee that had been selected by the Regents was sent to approve the new location. Their report came back shortly after their arrival outlining all the benefits.

The Warehouse was set to move to Australia. The particular area there was chosen because it was so uninhabited. It was the perfect place to hide a Warehouse.

And dead bodies.

In spite of the fact that the reports kept coming from the scouts, the bodies of the three members lie in the bottom of a chute near the new location; killed shortly after they arrived. After their initial inspection, they voiced their objections. Most notably, unstable geographic conditions would make it very unsafe for the contents of the Warehouse to be transported there. Not everyone cared about that point, though, including the killers. The fake reports made sure that their plan was still in place.

Back in South Dakota, things seemed to be moving along. Mr. Kosan had been sorry to have to say goodbye to the then current Warehouse crew. They had really worked well together and Adwin Kosan was all about team work. But these people were retiring or moving on. Now, the new staff was in the new location already, learning the ropes. A new Caretaker was being vetted by the Regents, and the Warehouse had begun its process of relocating through a portal that connected the facility to the new site in Australia.

Then one day, Mr. Kosan received an urgent call from Andy Nelson, the senior agent of the South Dakota location. It seemed that everything came to a standstill when the team of movers was packing up some items. Adwin asked Andy to clarify what that meant.

"There seems to be a shield – like an energy field around Section L and we can't seem to get past it," the man explained.

"What is in that section?" the head Regent asked.

"It's the HG Wells Collection," Andy said of the rows of items belonging to the former agent. "It's the strangest thing," he continued, afraid his boss would think he was crazy. "But…it's almost as if the Warehouse is protecting those items."

It wasn't the only strange thing that started to happen. When Andy began getting messages on his computer, he figured it was a malfunction in the mainframe. His IT genius was long gone and he tried to manage on his own. Rows of data spewed across the screen, which Andy couldn't decipher. Finally, in frustration, he yelled out to anyone who could hear him – "You gotta help me here. I have no idea what this means."

Someone heard him.

"Get HG Wells," the screen red. "Now."

Afraid that someone had infiltrated the Warehouse, an elite team of highly trained tech people were called in on special assignment. Reports from Australia indicated that everything over there was at a standstill and the Warehouse occupancy was little more than city square block of land.

Andy, having worked at the Warehouse the longest of any of the agents, started to do his own research. It was almost as if things were going along just fine, until they reached that particular area. With items as fragile as Noah's Ark and as rare as Beethoven's hand written symphonies, why would the Warehouse select that section to protect?

When the IT staff concluded that there were no outside influences, no malware or viruses, Andy decided to try something a little more direct. He sat down at the desk after everyone left one night and typed:

"What do you want?"

He waited and nothing happened. "Stupid IT guys," he muttered because he missed his own IT whiz kid who would have figured this out in no time. Maybe the Warehouse was going digital, he thought, and needed less space. Maybe there was a problem with the electrical, he wondered, and went downstairs to the source of the energy. He checked meters and readings and everything seemed to be okay. The only thing standing between him and the much needed vacation he planned was whatever was going on here.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he yelled out to the ceiling.

And then it happened. First it was just a rumbling, and he thought maybe he touching the dials had kick started the unit into commencing the move again. Then, electrical charges started and small balls of crackly energy began flying around like baseballs. Andy crouched down and ran for cover. They seemed to be chasing him, coming close, but never hitting him until they had maneuvered him into place. It lasted several minutes and then stopped abruptly. Andy looked around and realized he was standing in the HG Wells section.

In all the years Andy worked at the Warehouse, he saw amazing things that no one would ever believe. But – he never heard voices. That was about to change.

"I want Helena," the voice that was a mix of male and female vocal sounds said.

Andy immediately looked around to see how that sound was coming to him. Must be over the speakers, he decided.

"So…you…want…..to talk…to….Agent Wells?" he asked as he slowly peered down the aisle to see if someone wasn't playing a joke.

"I want you to bring her to me," the voice said, and this time if seemed like a feminine singular.

"Well, you see, the thing is, Agent Wells is no longer with the …Agency," Andy said, getting his phone ready in case he had to call for help. "We…she…was bronzed, debronzed, then rebronzed, and then debronzed, you remember. And anyway, we kind of lost touch with her."

The thunder clap over Andy's head almost deafened him. He grabbed his cell and was about to call when the text read: "Okay."

The noise stopped, the electrical outburst ceased. The hum of wrapped items being sent though the portal started again. Andy returned to his office, checked the Warehouse transfer logs and noticed that it had indeed commenced. The Warehouse was once more in motion and everything was back to normal.

Unbeknownst to Andy or anyone else, the destination on the other end of the portal through which the artifacts were being sent – had changed. HG Wells' belongings were among the first to be sent to the new location – chosen to be close to the one person who could help.

Data started to pour across Andy's screen in his office again and he assumed that it was the internal servers taking inventory and logging where everything should go at the new location. He left that night to the quiet hum of the forces within getting back to the matters at hand.

Adwin Kosan, in the meantime, received an emergency text, summoning him to the Warehouse. When he arrived, he found that Andy was not there – but the large PC monitor was blinking.

"Can you get me HG Wells?" it read in large letters.

Adwin suspected what was going on right away. A believer that knowing the truth was always better, Mr. Kosan put the facts out there. He sat down at the keyboard and responded. "She is no longer ours," he sadly informed the Warehouse. "She belongs to a different world now."

"Can you get her?" the question came immediately.

He could almost understand the entity's fondness for the former agent. She has spent a great deal of time within its walls. After years of being encased, the Regents needed HG for a special case. She served them well, as she had always done, and after her assignment was done, Adwin petitioned her release. And he was perhaps the only Regent who regretted the rebronzing – a process to make sure Helena had chosen her One wisely. He felt it was unnecessary and yet, it was written in the books handed down to the Regents through the years. The Regents felt that rules were there for a purpose. After the ordeal, Adwin gave Myka his word that he would not reach out to Helena again. He was a man of his word.

"Sadly, I cannot," he answered aware to whom he was speaking.

"Thank you," came the quick response.

The team in Australia was now monitoring the messages being displayed on the computers at the Warehouse. One of the team members was nothing short of a tech genius and had coupled the Warehouse computers to his without anyone knowing it. Now that the transfer of items had ceased, they decided to manage any communication that were being sent by the Warehouse system. After all, they were being paid a lot of money for some of the items being sent over - by a wealthy third party – who had less than benevolent uses in mind.

As Adwin Kosan was about to leave, one more message appeared. "I need you to come to the Eldunari. Something is wrong!" He barely noticed that it was in a different font altogether.

The Eldunari was a very special room that served as the central nervous system or heart of the entire Warehouse. Kosan himself had once said that it was the room that connected the mind of the Caretaker to the soul of the Warehouse. Perhaps, he thought, the absence of the Caretaker was what had things in flux. Adwin made his way to the room that was filled with floating symbols that moved in all directions. If they were aligned in perfect synchronization, it was a sign that the Warehouse was happy and in good form. He no sooner entered the space, that the door behind him locked and objects began to swirl in disharmony.

The Warehouse, aware that something was wrong, felt as if it was unable to access anything to warn the Regents. The distress calls never reached them. Someone else had control. The Warehouse was being censored and its electrical resources were being redirected towards the portal transfer. It took a great deal of energy to send items through a worm hole to the other side of the planet.

Now, it was obvious that the team of people that meant it the most harm were slowly taking over all of its functions. It was time to take matters into its own hands, before it was too late.

The Warehouse knew there was only one person to trust. And it would find someone – anyone – who could make it so they could meet.

While the Australian Team diverted the messages and worked on reopening the original portal, the Warehouse devised its own plan. Items were coated in a protective covering to be undetected and it worked tirelessly to get as many items through the second portal. Then it accessed one of the programs the nefarious team wasn't paying attention to – the Personnel program. It picked individuals whose selection wouldn't raise any red flags. Three agents were chosen based on their skill sets to carry out what needed to be done. It chose a new recruit who was top of his class in technology, another agent one year in the field who knew several different forms of martial arts, and a leader who would do what was asked without question.

When Damien, Demetri and Henry arrived for their short briefing, they had no idea they were being assessed – and then approved for the plan. "They will do," the message appeared after Andy explained what their mission was. Andy was simply told by the computer screen messages that it was urgent someone get Helena to come to a new location.

The most experienced of the three, Damien Blake found the plan to be convoluted at best. But he never questioned why they were hacking into a company's computers and staff cell phones, to kidnap a junior executive and leave instructions to be followed – all so that the CEO of the company would follow them to a mountainous region in Upstate New York.

Then the Warehouse did an analysis of how to increase its chances. When it proposed that, based on the information it had received about Helena, there was a chance that perhaps the former agent had changed, a solution was proposed – a test to see whether or not Helena Wells was still the best agent the Warehouse ever had.

Present Day - New York…

Devising the test meant that there had to be an adjustment. That's when Damien was informed of the change in their mission. Instead of leaving after their assignment was complete, they were instructed to return and face the rescue party. Henry was to return to Eileen and refuse to release her. Damien and Demetri were to lure Helena Wells to a designated place and detain her as long as possible.

That would prove to be seconds.

The agents retraced their steps and Henry went back to Eileen. "Why did you come back?" the woman asked because she had been told they were leaving.

"New orders," Henry said, looking every bit as nervous as he felt.

Myka Bering prided herself on her vast vocabulary and her acuity at noticing what words people chose in their communications.

"They're welcoming you back?" Pete asked, confused by the sentiment as they read the message on the computer screen inside the office.

"You worked here?" Jane asked, looking around trying to imagine how the well-dressed woman could work in such a drab place. "There's so much...dust."

"No, this is all new," Helena said, wondering why the building was here in New York.

Myka was the only one still staring at the message. "Helena, this is does not say -Welcome Back. It says – Welcome Home," the semantic minded woman said.

"See if you can access the computer to get a map or something," Helena was instructing Claudia. The techie no sooner touched the keypad than a map appeared – with a large X to indicate where Eileen was.

"Oh, no, we're not walking into a trap here," Jane said, her hand still on her weapon.

"Let's go," Helena said and the group followed. Within minutes, they were standing at the end of the aisle. Jane went to approach Eileen and her captor, but Helena assessed quickly that the man beside Eileen was unarmed – and nervous.

"We can handle this," Helena said and followed Claudia down the aisle. "It's time to rescue your girlfriend."

"Eileen! Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Claudia asked as she rushed and knelt in front of her girlfriend.

"And who might you be?" Helena asked as the man attempted to tell them to stay away.

"I …am…stay away from her," Henry said and Pete looked at Jane. "How the hell did they pull this off?"

"We will do nothing of the sort. Now, where are the others?" Helena asked as she got very close to Henry's face.

"I'm fine. They used something – to hypnotize me," Eileen said as Claudia cut the zip ties.

"They drugged you?" Claudia yelled, but Eileen explained that they had used cuff links and how it had this overwhelming effect on her.

"This is going to get weirder by the minute, I just know it," Jane said, looking around.

"We….," Henry was about to explain the plan…. when some force touched the cuff links and Henry …foolishly ...grabbed Eileen's shoulder to hold her in the seat.

Instantly, Helena moved back, giving her young protégé ample space to charge at Henry and knock him down. "If you ever put a finger on her again, I swear I will …. I will," Claudia yelled as she reached behind her back and produced a set of handcuffs. "Put these on or I unleash Helena on you," she threatened.

Henry did as he was instructed.

"Could have used mine," Jane said as they approached.

"Yours don't deliver twenty thousand volts from an app on your phone," Claudia snarled, looking at Henry.

"I wish I had thought of that," Helena said, admiring the young genius' creativity.

Ordinarily, Helena's praise would get Claudia's attention, but at the moment, the techie was kneeling down in front of Eileen and checking her over. "No one touched you? You weren't harmed in any way?" Claudia asked, and her voice shaking just the slightest bit to think that someone had harmed Eileen.

"No, they didn't. No one…," Eileen said, staring down into pools of utter concern for her well-being. She leaned over and kissed Claudia and grabbed her to hold her so tightly, making sure the ordeal was over.

"Save me," Helena heard someone whisper to her and she thought for a second it was the young agent.

"The hell I will," she said, but he wasn't talking.

"You have to go down there," Henry said, the instructions given to him via the cuff links.

"Stay here with them," Helena said to Pete and Jane.

Myka followed Helena close by as they walked down the aisle. "Helena, this is the part where we talk about how I don't want you harmed," Myka whispered as they walked.

Helena stopped, turned and looked at Myka's worried expression. "Myka, I am not sure how I know this, but I sense we are being protected in this space."

"Well, when this is all over, someone else is going to need protecting, Helena. Because I am going to …you know…rip someone's head off for getting you into this again," Myka said, her anger surging out of protective feelings for her wife.

"You chose wisely," came the whisper in Helena's ear.

Me again - I took some of the things straight out of WH 13 canon - such as the Eldunari room. However, I'm sure I broke about 100 canon laws in trying to get this to work.

Did this turn out to be what you expected?