A/N The last chapter went dark, but Grimm was a dark show. A good show, mostly. But dark, none the less. As hard and as painful as it is, it also taught Xander that he could control his 'darkness'. He killed in defense of himself and others, not because he got any enjoyment out of it. On the show, the episode ended with the police claiming a murder/suicide cult was responsible for the dead. The next chapters aren't going to be dark, Warehouse 13 was a fun, occasionally serious show, but not dark.

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"So, that happened." Xander said later when it was just the two of them and they were back at their hotel room. "I killed people."

"They attacked us Xander, because they didn't want to go to jail for their crimes."

"You didn't kill anyone."

"No, but I could have. The staff gives me a longer reach. Makes it easier to go for disabling blows, then killing ones. The ax puts you closer to your opponent. Close enough that if you disabled them, they could have struck back and killed you."

"I'm immortal, I'd have come back."

"Unless one of them got in a lucky blow and took your head. A quickening storm would have put us all in danger. Or I would have been standing over your body waiting for you to revive while still trying to fight. I would have been distracted and could have been injured protecting you. And we still don't know if I'm immortal. We never did ask our parents. We did what was necessary, Xander. They killed and would have kept on killing. Just because people fall in love with people they don't approve of. Monroe was right, what they were doing was never going to be right. We will learn to live with this, together."

"What would I do without you, Cordy?"

"Be a very badly dressed fashion victim."

"Yeah, I probably would." Xander agreed with a chuckle. Doing nothing would have hurt worse then doing something. He could and would live with this. But it was so much easier knowing Cordy was willing to share the burden with him.

"Let's get some sleep, we need to move on to the next reality tomorrow." Xander said.

"Yeah, we do. It's only been three days since we left. It feels so much longer. I wonder if time is passing the same back home."

"We'll find out when we get back." They were soon asleep and when they woke the next morning, they knew they were ready for the next phase of their quest.

"Lufielne's Knife safely secured in its own dimensional pocket." Cordelia said, giving it a pat.

"Everything is secured in the various other dimensional pockets. Nothing being left behind. Ready, my Queen?"

"Ready, Doofus. Push the button and take us to the Guardians of the Warehouse!"

"Guardians of the Warehouse!" Xander said and pushed the button. An electric tingle and the world shifted. They materialized in an aisle between tall metal shelves with a whole lot of stuff on them.

"I think warehouse is actually literal." Xander said, looking around. He took a closer look and read aloud from a small card place in front of a top hat. 'Abraham Lincoln's top hat. Gives the wearer the uncontrollable urge to free any African American people they see, believing them to be slaves. Somebody cursed Abraham Lincoln's top hat? Why?"

"Listen to this one." Cordelia said, reading from another card, "Cinderella's glass knife. Alters a person's body chemistry, literally turning them to glass. Xander, I think all of these things are cursed in some way. They must be afraid of trying to destroy them. If they effect people, maybe the curses transfer to a person. So they store them here to keep people safe."

"And the Norse Hammer must have some sort of curse as well. One I'm immune to. We need to find the Guardians. Who knows how big this place is. We could search for days, maybe weeks and not find it. Let's find the end of an aisle, hopefully that will give us some idea of which direction to go in."

"Good idea. Let's try going this way first. The cards aren't alphabetically arranged. Just A's running along that side and B's and C's on the other side."

As Xander and Cordelia were trying to find their way though the Warehouse, Pete Latimer, a Secret Service Agent and Artie Nielson, Head Agent of the Warehouse, were enjoying the bottomless cooke jar, Claudia Donovan, Junior Agent, was tinkering with her latest invention and Steve Jinks, ATF Agent, known as Jinx and Mika Bearing, Secret Service Agent were discussing their last artifact retrieval when an alarm began to sound. Claudia dropped what she was working on and raced to the computer.

"Intruder alert!" She exclaimed. "Someone's in the Warehouse."

"How could they get in?" Pete asked. "We've got safeguards on top of safeguards."

"We'll find that out when we catch them." Artie said. "Where are they, Claudia?"

"Near Abraham Lincoln's top hat."

"You can narrow it down that far?" Jinx asked

"Of course I can, I've practically rebuilt the system and modernized it."

"We can use the scope to see them." Artie said. "Come on." The five of then hurried out of the office and over to the scope. Artie focused on the section Claudia had indicated and peered through the scope. "I see them, two people, a man and a woman. Pete, take the slide, the rest of us will catch up."

"On it." Pete grabbed the handle for the rope slide and swung over the rail. Artie headed for his scooter and the others hurried to keep up.