Warehouse 13 Fic : "Time Will Tell." Myka/HG: Chapter 8
Title:Time will tell (title shamelessly stolen from episode!)
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: For tonyabuchanan --> a very special person who helped me find my voice again. And kassandra_luem ---> because I love her to bits.
AN 2 : Apologies for the appearance of Dr Helen Magnus in this chapter, I needed someone who would have known HG before she was bronzed.
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
Chapter 5 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/42348.html
Chapter 6 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/43618.html
Chapter 7 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/50229.html
Chapter 8
Myka hears the voices echo in the hallway of the B & B. She is aware of an unfamiliar voice, and strains her ears to listen.
“Thank you for coming, Helen.” She hears Artie say. She almost thinks she hears him say 'Helena', though the respect in his voice makes that impossible.
“Not a problem, Arthur. May I ask where Dr Calder is?” The voice is familiar somehow, an accent not dis similar from HG Wells. Yet Myka is certain she has not heard this voice before.
“She is currently overseas. Won't be back until tomorrow. This is quite urgent. I would rather not take her to a hospital.” Artie explains.
“You suspect artifact involvement?” The woman named Helen, who is not Dr Calder, and not HG Wells, asks.
“It's certainly possible. The onset was sudden, and she's completely unresponsive, yet her vital signs are normal. It doesn't add up.”
“Artifacts are not my speciality, as you know. But I would be happy to take a look and help if I can.” The woman's gentle voice explains.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” There is a slight shake in Artie's voice as he answers.
Myka feels the woman's fingers on her arm, caring and gentle, yet not the fingers she wants to feel. An entirely different feeling to the way HG Wells had touched her.
“You've taken blood samples already?” The woman named Helen enquires.
“No.” Artie answers. Myka can't see him, but she pictures him shaking his head slightly.
“There is a small mark, in her left cubital fossa. It's a distinctive venipuncture mark. It would indicate that someone has taken blood, or injected something into her vein, fairly recently.”
“Let me see.” Myka feels Artie grab her arm, feels his rough fingers probing her skin. “I didn't notice.”
Myka can't open her eyes, but she can see that mark in her minds eye. She had stared at it long enough. She could still feel the white hot sting of the needle piercing into her from HG Wells steady hand. She can still feel the blood draining out of her.
“Pete said she had flu-like symptoms. That was 2 nights ago while they were in Florida. But she recovered the next day. They drove home. She seemed fine at dinner last night. She went to bed. And this morning, we can't wake her.”
“It is strange.” The woman named Helen concedes. “You are quite correct, her vital signs are within perfectly acceptable limits, no temperature, pulse is strong and regular, blood glucose is stable. BP is a little low, but according to her medical records it's not out of the ordinary. Pupils are equal and reacting to light. Respirations are stable, and oxygen saturations normal. I can only hope analysing her blood will shed some light. Is she responsive at all?”
“No. We tried everything, no reaction at all to voice, light, pain. She looks...haunted.” Artie states.
Haunted? Myka thinks to herself, that's how she feels exactly. Haunted by HG Wells.
“She looks fine.” Helen assures him. “We will get to the bottom of this. Perhaps you could sit with her while I run these blood tests. Talk to her. Odds are she can hear you. Call me if anything changes.”
Myka hears clumsy footsteps up the passage way, and Pete's voice asking “How is she, Dr Magnus?”
He sounds so sad, so worried. She almost wishes she had managed to say something to him before all this happened. To assure him she would be fine. She believed it, somehow, that she would be fine. That HG Wells would take care of her.
“Tell me about the artifact you collected in Florida.” Dr Helen Magnus asks him.
“Myka didn't touch it, she wasn't even with me. She was sick, she stayed behind in the motel.” Pete explained.
“And before that, what sort or artifacts were you exposed to?” Dr Magnus continues.
“We were doing inventory in the Warehouse all week. But Myka has always been super careful with that, she NEVER plays around with the artifacts.” Pete informs her. He then adds quickly “I mean, none of us ever play with them, we are all super super careful.”
“All the same, search her room for anything out of place, and call me if you find something. I'll take this blood and see if I can shed some light.” The Dr explains.
~ ~
Myka does not know how much time has gone by. It is silent. And dark. HG had been right, it didn’t hurt. But it felt awful- this dark void of nothingness. Being unable to move, to speak, to smile. Not know what is going on around you. Myka wonders if this is what bronzing feels like? Fleetingly she wonders if this is some sort of revenge. If HG Wells has singled her out to represent “The Warehouse” and be punished. She despises herself for the thought instantly. But that's what endless time to think does to you. Twists everything. She finds it a little more possible to believe HG might be disturbed, might be dangerous, might be downright depraved, after imagining what all those years being bronzed must have been like.
It feels like an eternity before she hears people speak again. Probably it's been only a few hours.
“What did you find?” Artie asks.
“I'm not quite sure...It can't be possible.” Dr Magnus muses.
“What?” Artie asks, alarm in his tone.
“I haven’t seen this for a long time, anything like this. It's extraordinary.” She still has not answered the question.
“Extraordinarily bad?” Artie asks.
“Just peculiar.” Dr Magnus replies.
“Can you fix it?” There is desperation in his tone.
“Yes, and no.” She responds cryptically.
“Can you fix it or not!” Artie demands, raising his voice. If she were capable of moving even a single muscle, Myka would have jumped at the ferocity of his question. It makes her feel somehow loved, protected. She and Artie had a rocky relationship from day one, but she had always looked up to him. And he sounds in that moment like a worried father. Something she had never heard from her own fathers voice. And Myka finds it just a little bit comforting. If she were capable of it, she would smile shyly, just a little.
“Please Arthur, keep calm. I Need to run some more tests. And I need some further information. I don't suppose your agents have been involved in any form of time travelling lately?”
“No, not recently. Is it some sort of futuristic virus?” Artie asks.
“On the contrary, I haven't seen this for a long long time as I mentioned, long before your life time.”
Before Artie's lifetime? Myka thinks to herself. How can that be possible? Has this Dr been bronzed too? Has she travelled through time?
“The warehouse is full of ancient artifacts. The virus could have.....” He suggests.
“No.” Helen cuts him off. “This virus requires a live host. It is extremely unlikely it could survive so long on an inanimate object and then infect a human being so virulently.”
“There is a cure?” Artie asks, in a shaky voice.
“There is a....treatment. There will be side effects. I have to do some more research. Myka is stable for the moment. The condition is not likely to worsen.”
“Not likely to worsen? That's not good enough!” Artie bellows.
“What is more worrying to me is where this virus originated from. I can not imagine how it has resurfaced here and now.”
“Is it contagious?” Artie asks. “Should we be worried about an outbreak?”
“It is not readily contagious in this form. It is blood borne, be careful handling Myka's blood and there is no real risk of transmission.”
“How did she get it then?” Artie wants to know.
“That's the mystery.”
There is silence for a moment, and then Artie clears his throat, and speaks. “There was a recent....encounter...with an escapee from the bronze sector.” He admits.
“You allow people to escape from the bronze sector?” The Dr asks
“I did not 'allow' it.” Artie answers defensively.
“May I ask who it was? If it is someone from the right time frame, then it's possible there is some involvement.
“HG Wells.”
“Helena?” The woman whispers, as if she knows HG. “You bronzed Helena Grayson Wells?” The Dr sounds horrified.
“Not me personally. She was bronzed. She escaped. It was about a month ago.” Artie continues.
“No, that can't be right.” Dr Magnus informs him. “This indicates recent contact, within 72 hours I would imagine.”
Next, Myka hears Artie yelling for Pete. She hears Pete running up the stairs, and slightly breathless he asks “What's going on? Is Myka ok?”
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters: Myka & HG Wells
Rating: PG thus far.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Myka doesn't know whose side she is on anymore. She doesn't know who she is anymore. She doesn't know what she wants.
*Diverges from canon after 'For the team.'
AN: For tonyabuchanan --> a very special person who helped me find my voice again. And kassandra_luem ---> because I love her to bits.
AN 2 : Apologies for the appearance of Dr Helen Magnus in this chapter, I needed someone who would have known HG before she was bronzed.
Chapter 1 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/36547.html
Chapter 2 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/39343.html
Chapter 3 & 4 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/41915.html
Chapter 5 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/42348.html
Chapter 6 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/43618.html
Chapter 7 ---> carlyisnot.livejournal.com/50229.html
Chapter 8
Myka hears the voices echo in the hallway of the B & B. She is aware of an unfamiliar voice, and strains her ears to listen.
“Thank you for coming, Helen.” She hears Artie say. She almost thinks she hears him say 'Helena', though the respect in his voice makes that impossible.
“Not a problem, Arthur. May I ask where Dr Calder is?” The voice is familiar somehow, an accent not dis similar from HG Wells. Yet Myka is certain she has not heard this voice before.
“She is currently overseas. Won't be back until tomorrow. This is quite urgent. I would rather not take her to a hospital.” Artie explains.
“You suspect artifact involvement?” The woman named Helen, who is not Dr Calder, and not HG Wells, asks.
“It's certainly possible. The onset was sudden, and she's completely unresponsive, yet her vital signs are normal. It doesn't add up.”
“Artifacts are not my speciality, as you know. But I would be happy to take a look and help if I can.” The woman's gentle voice explains.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” There is a slight shake in Artie's voice as he answers.
Myka feels the woman's fingers on her arm, caring and gentle, yet not the fingers she wants to feel. An entirely different feeling to the way HG Wells had touched her.
“You've taken blood samples already?” The woman named Helen enquires.
“No.” Artie answers. Myka can't see him, but she pictures him shaking his head slightly.
“There is a small mark, in her left cubital fossa. It's a distinctive venipuncture mark. It would indicate that someone has taken blood, or injected something into her vein, fairly recently.”
“Let me see.” Myka feels Artie grab her arm, feels his rough fingers probing her skin. “I didn't notice.”
Myka can't open her eyes, but she can see that mark in her minds eye. She had stared at it long enough. She could still feel the white hot sting of the needle piercing into her from HG Wells steady hand. She can still feel the blood draining out of her.
“Pete said she had flu-like symptoms. That was 2 nights ago while they were in Florida. But she recovered the next day. They drove home. She seemed fine at dinner last night. She went to bed. And this morning, we can't wake her.”
“It is strange.” The woman named Helen concedes. “You are quite correct, her vital signs are within perfectly acceptable limits, no temperature, pulse is strong and regular, blood glucose is stable. BP is a little low, but according to her medical records it's not out of the ordinary. Pupils are equal and reacting to light. Respirations are stable, and oxygen saturations normal. I can only hope analysing her blood will shed some light. Is she responsive at all?”
“No. We tried everything, no reaction at all to voice, light, pain. She looks...haunted.” Artie states.
Haunted? Myka thinks to herself, that's how she feels exactly. Haunted by HG Wells.
“She looks fine.” Helen assures him. “We will get to the bottom of this. Perhaps you could sit with her while I run these blood tests. Talk to her. Odds are she can hear you. Call me if anything changes.”
Myka hears clumsy footsteps up the passage way, and Pete's voice asking “How is she, Dr Magnus?”
He sounds so sad, so worried. She almost wishes she had managed to say something to him before all this happened. To assure him she would be fine. She believed it, somehow, that she would be fine. That HG Wells would take care of her.
“Tell me about the artifact you collected in Florida.” Dr Helen Magnus asks him.
“Myka didn't touch it, she wasn't even with me. She was sick, she stayed behind in the motel.” Pete explained.
“And before that, what sort or artifacts were you exposed to?” Dr Magnus continues.
“We were doing inventory in the Warehouse all week. But Myka has always been super careful with that, she NEVER plays around with the artifacts.” Pete informs her. He then adds quickly “I mean, none of us ever play with them, we are all super super careful.”
“All the same, search her room for anything out of place, and call me if you find something. I'll take this blood and see if I can shed some light.” The Dr explains.
~ ~
Myka does not know how much time has gone by. It is silent. And dark. HG had been right, it didn’t hurt. But it felt awful- this dark void of nothingness. Being unable to move, to speak, to smile. Not know what is going on around you. Myka wonders if this is what bronzing feels like? Fleetingly she wonders if this is some sort of revenge. If HG Wells has singled her out to represent “The Warehouse” and be punished. She despises herself for the thought instantly. But that's what endless time to think does to you. Twists everything. She finds it a little more possible to believe HG might be disturbed, might be dangerous, might be downright depraved, after imagining what all those years being bronzed must have been like.
It feels like an eternity before she hears people speak again. Probably it's been only a few hours.
“What did you find?” Artie asks.
“I'm not quite sure...It can't be possible.” Dr Magnus muses.
“What?” Artie asks, alarm in his tone.
“I haven’t seen this for a long time, anything like this. It's extraordinary.” She still has not answered the question.
“Extraordinarily bad?” Artie asks.
“Just peculiar.” Dr Magnus replies.
“Can you fix it?” There is desperation in his tone.
“Yes, and no.” She responds cryptically.
“Can you fix it or not!” Artie demands, raising his voice. If she were capable of moving even a single muscle, Myka would have jumped at the ferocity of his question. It makes her feel somehow loved, protected. She and Artie had a rocky relationship from day one, but she had always looked up to him. And he sounds in that moment like a worried father. Something she had never heard from her own fathers voice. And Myka finds it just a little bit comforting. If she were capable of it, she would smile shyly, just a little.
“Please Arthur, keep calm. I Need to run some more tests. And I need some further information. I don't suppose your agents have been involved in any form of time travelling lately?”
“No, not recently. Is it some sort of futuristic virus?” Artie asks.
“On the contrary, I haven't seen this for a long long time as I mentioned, long before your life time.”
Before Artie's lifetime? Myka thinks to herself. How can that be possible? Has this Dr been bronzed too? Has she travelled through time?
“The warehouse is full of ancient artifacts. The virus could have.....” He suggests.
“No.” Helen cuts him off. “This virus requires a live host. It is extremely unlikely it could survive so long on an inanimate object and then infect a human being so virulently.”
“There is a cure?” Artie asks, in a shaky voice.
“There is a....treatment. There will be side effects. I have to do some more research. Myka is stable for the moment. The condition is not likely to worsen.”
“Not likely to worsen? That's not good enough!” Artie bellows.
“What is more worrying to me is where this virus originated from. I can not imagine how it has resurfaced here and now.”
“Is it contagious?” Artie asks. “Should we be worried about an outbreak?”
“It is not readily contagious in this form. It is blood borne, be careful handling Myka's blood and there is no real risk of transmission.”
“How did she get it then?” Artie wants to know.
“That's the mystery.”
There is silence for a moment, and then Artie clears his throat, and speaks. “There was a recent....encounter...with an escapee from the bronze sector.” He admits.
“You allow people to escape from the bronze sector?” The Dr asks
“I did not 'allow' it.” Artie answers defensively.
“May I ask who it was? If it is someone from the right time frame, then it's possible there is some involvement.
“HG Wells.”
“Helena?” The woman whispers, as if she knows HG. “You bronzed Helena Grayson Wells?” The Dr sounds horrified.
“Not me personally. She was bronzed. She escaped. It was about a month ago.” Artie continues.
“No, that can't be right.” Dr Magnus informs him. “This indicates recent contact, within 72 hours I would imagine.”
Next, Myka hears Artie yelling for Pete. She hears Pete running up the stairs, and slightly breathless he asks “What's going on? Is Myka ok?”