Warehouse Fairytales - The Steadfast Tin Solider: Part 1
Summery: I wanted to write some fluff after watching the Season 3 finale, so I took some classic fairytales and rewrote them Warehouse 13 style! The fairytale: The Steadfast Tin Soldier - Claudia/Fargo
Rating: PG, I guess just to be safe.
Spoilers: Up to Season 3, just because of the inclusion of Steve.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beauty and the Beast (whether it’s the original story, Disney, etc.) or Warehouse 13. And yes, I did use quotes from the Disney movie, so don’t sue me for that Disney.
Previous Parts: Click here
Part 1
The box of tin soldiers came from an uncle that had been overseas and found them in a pawn shop. Knowing his nephew liked old fashioned things, he had bought them the moment he saw them and took them home to his nephew for his fifth birthday. The tin soldiers were the boy’s favorite birthday toy and for the rest of the day he carried them around. Only when it was his bedtime did he put the soldiers in his playroom and go up to bed, yawning. His sisters and brothers soon followed suit, then his parents. Finally, once the final light had been turned off, the final pair of eyes closed and the human inhabitants of the house were soundly asleep, the toys awoke.
The tin soldiers came out of their box, one by one. They had black pants with red jackets and hats, and a little bayonet. All of them moved with the speed and strength of a solider.
All but one.
As the soldiers swung themselves out of the box, one had a little trouble doing so. It took the poor guy a few minutes, but finally he managed to hop out of the box, only to smash into his fellow soldiers. Most of them groaned and rolled their eyes, used to him.
“Sorry guys.” Fargo apologized sheepishly. “It’s hard to get out of the box with only one leg.” The poor tin soldier had, for some reason, been made with only one leg. Most said it was because there probably wasn’t enough material left for him, but sometimes Fargo wondered if his creator didn't just like having a laugh at his expense.
“It’s no problem Fargo.” Pete, another solider, said. His fellow solider Steve nodded. Both were the only soldiers that didn’t mind Fargo too much - they knew that most of the trouble that he inflected because of the leg wasn’t his fault. The other soldiers weren’t so forgiving. Fargo felt mostly like an outcast amongst his fellow soldiers.
“New toys. Just great.” A large stuffed teddy bear groaned. He walked over to them. A few soldiers clenched their hands on their bayonets, nervous about his size. The bear leaned down. “I’m Artie. I’m in charge of this room. We’ve only got two rules here: 1. Don’t get caught by humans, 2. Don’t be annoying. Good luck.” He turned around and left, grumbling to himself.
“Ignore him.” A British voice said. The soldiers turned to see a pretty doll smile at them. “He’s just in a snit because it was a birthday day today. Every birthday day brings new toys and he has to get them all used to the room. I’m Helena.” The doll said.
“New toys!” They heard a new voice call. It was another doll, who came over and smiled at the toys.
“This is Myka.” Helena said.
“Nice to meet you.” Pete said, making a show of checking if his clothes were nice and neat, which was pointless, due to his clothes being painted on. Myka simply rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his flirting.
“We hope you’ll be happy here.” Helena continued. “Our home is very nice...”
Fargo didn’t hear her - he was too busy inspecting the playroom. It was a large, spacious room with soft, rose color wallpaper, white carpet and several different wooden tables for the children to play with their toys on. One held a Lego set, another held several dolls which appear to be having a tea party, and another one...
Fargo leaned forward to see better the figure that was on the final table. There was a small castle with a glass surface, like a small pond that extended from the castle’s staircase to the end of the table. On that glass surface was a pretty ballerina, with shocking red curls and a lithe body draped with a black and purple ballerina dress. She was made of porcelain, which gave her a gentle glow in the lights of the playroom. But the best part was that she was only standing on one leg.
“Wow...” Fargo said, jumping down from the table he was on to go over to her. He jumped over to her table and climbed up the table post with the help of his bayonet.
The pretty ballerina stared at him as he climbed up the table. He stared at her, trying to open his mouth and say hi. But, unfortunately, he couldn’t - he was too dumbstruck at her beauty, and the fact there was another one legged toy in the world.
“Um...s’up?” The ballerina said, lowering her second leg. Fargo felt his heart sink. Her one legged trick had only been a ballerina pose. He turned away.
The ballerina saw his face and one leg and guessed what he had been thinking. She danced over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked around, only to see no one. A tap came on his opposite shoulder, he turned over to that side but didn’t see anyone. Then a tap came on one side, then the other, then the other... Fargo ended up turning around in circles several times before he heard a giggle. He made one final turn to see the pretty ballerina smiling at him.
“I’m Claudia.” She said.
“Uh...Fargo. Douglas Fargo. But everyone calls me Fargo.”
“Okay. Doug.” The ballerina said, dancing around him. “So, what brings you to the playroom?”
“Birthday.”
“Oh yeah, that was today.” The pretty ballerina didn’t seem to be in an uproar like the rest of the toys about the event. In fact, the chaos seemed to have not fazed her at all.
“So...is it always like this?” Fargo asked, referring to the playroom.
“Loud, excited, Artie yelling at everybody? Yep.” Claudia confirmed. “It’s a wonder humans haven’t caught us yet.”
“I’m sure you guys are too smart for them.” Fargo said.
“You know it.” Claudia said, giving him a wink. “So, what’s with the getup?” She said, gesturing to his outfit.
“Um...I’m a solider.” Fargo said, uncertainly. “I’m not really certain what exactly human soldiers do, but toy soldiers basically guard the playroom.”
“You’re our police?” Claudia asked, raising one eyebrow. “Does that mean you can shoot that thing?” She gestured to he bayonet in his hands.
“Yes.” Fargo said, delighted with an opportunity to impress Claudia. He took the gun in his hands and began to fire it. Small metal balls came out of the rifle, barely bigger than bird seed. However, Claudia looked impressed and leaned over to get a better look at the gun. Fargo and Claudia began to talk about the logistics of it. Fargo was excited - here was someone who was interested in more than simply marching like a tin solider all the time. She was pretty, and inventive and - He was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard Artie’s voice, calling to Claudia.
Claudia simply smiled when Artie called her, wanting to ask her something. She then smiled cheekily at Fargo and danced over to Artie, using several jumps and pirouettes, obviously showing off.
“Wow.” Fargo said, staring after her openmouthed. “Wow.”
Rating: PG, I guess just to be safe.
Spoilers: Up to Season 3, just because of the inclusion of Steve.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beauty and the Beast (whether it’s the original story, Disney, etc.) or Warehouse 13. And yes, I did use quotes from the Disney movie, so don’t sue me for that Disney.
Previous Parts: Click here
Part 1
The box of tin soldiers came from an uncle that had been overseas and found them in a pawn shop. Knowing his nephew liked old fashioned things, he had bought them the moment he saw them and took them home to his nephew for his fifth birthday. The tin soldiers were the boy’s favorite birthday toy and for the rest of the day he carried them around. Only when it was his bedtime did he put the soldiers in his playroom and go up to bed, yawning. His sisters and brothers soon followed suit, then his parents. Finally, once the final light had been turned off, the final pair of eyes closed and the human inhabitants of the house were soundly asleep, the toys awoke.
The tin soldiers came out of their box, one by one. They had black pants with red jackets and hats, and a little bayonet. All of them moved with the speed and strength of a solider.
All but one.
As the soldiers swung themselves out of the box, one had a little trouble doing so. It took the poor guy a few minutes, but finally he managed to hop out of the box, only to smash into his fellow soldiers. Most of them groaned and rolled their eyes, used to him.
“Sorry guys.” Fargo apologized sheepishly. “It’s hard to get out of the box with only one leg.” The poor tin soldier had, for some reason, been made with only one leg. Most said it was because there probably wasn’t enough material left for him, but sometimes Fargo wondered if his creator didn't just like having a laugh at his expense.
“It’s no problem Fargo.” Pete, another solider, said. His fellow solider Steve nodded. Both were the only soldiers that didn’t mind Fargo too much - they knew that most of the trouble that he inflected because of the leg wasn’t his fault. The other soldiers weren’t so forgiving. Fargo felt mostly like an outcast amongst his fellow soldiers.
“New toys. Just great.” A large stuffed teddy bear groaned. He walked over to them. A few soldiers clenched their hands on their bayonets, nervous about his size. The bear leaned down. “I’m Artie. I’m in charge of this room. We’ve only got two rules here: 1. Don’t get caught by humans, 2. Don’t be annoying. Good luck.” He turned around and left, grumbling to himself.
“Ignore him.” A British voice said. The soldiers turned to see a pretty doll smile at them. “He’s just in a snit because it was a birthday day today. Every birthday day brings new toys and he has to get them all used to the room. I’m Helena.” The doll said.
“New toys!” They heard a new voice call. It was another doll, who came over and smiled at the toys.
“This is Myka.” Helena said.
“Nice to meet you.” Pete said, making a show of checking if his clothes were nice and neat, which was pointless, due to his clothes being painted on. Myka simply rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his flirting.
“We hope you’ll be happy here.” Helena continued. “Our home is very nice...”
Fargo didn’t hear her - he was too busy inspecting the playroom. It was a large, spacious room with soft, rose color wallpaper, white carpet and several different wooden tables for the children to play with their toys on. One held a Lego set, another held several dolls which appear to be having a tea party, and another one...
Fargo leaned forward to see better the figure that was on the final table. There was a small castle with a glass surface, like a small pond that extended from the castle’s staircase to the end of the table. On that glass surface was a pretty ballerina, with shocking red curls and a lithe body draped with a black and purple ballerina dress. She was made of porcelain, which gave her a gentle glow in the lights of the playroom. But the best part was that she was only standing on one leg.
“Wow...” Fargo said, jumping down from the table he was on to go over to her. He jumped over to her table and climbed up the table post with the help of his bayonet.
The pretty ballerina stared at him as he climbed up the table. He stared at her, trying to open his mouth and say hi. But, unfortunately, he couldn’t - he was too dumbstruck at her beauty, and the fact there was another one legged toy in the world.
“Um...s’up?” The ballerina said, lowering her second leg. Fargo felt his heart sink. Her one legged trick had only been a ballerina pose. He turned away.
The ballerina saw his face and one leg and guessed what he had been thinking. She danced over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked around, only to see no one. A tap came on his opposite shoulder, he turned over to that side but didn’t see anyone. Then a tap came on one side, then the other, then the other... Fargo ended up turning around in circles several times before he heard a giggle. He made one final turn to see the pretty ballerina smiling at him.
“I’m Claudia.” She said.
“Uh...Fargo. Douglas Fargo. But everyone calls me Fargo.”
“Okay. Doug.” The ballerina said, dancing around him. “So, what brings you to the playroom?”
“Birthday.”
“Oh yeah, that was today.” The pretty ballerina didn’t seem to be in an uproar like the rest of the toys about the event. In fact, the chaos seemed to have not fazed her at all.
“So...is it always like this?” Fargo asked, referring to the playroom.
“Loud, excited, Artie yelling at everybody? Yep.” Claudia confirmed. “It’s a wonder humans haven’t caught us yet.”
“I’m sure you guys are too smart for them.” Fargo said.
“You know it.” Claudia said, giving him a wink. “So, what’s with the getup?” She said, gesturing to his outfit.
“Um...I’m a solider.” Fargo said, uncertainly. “I’m not really certain what exactly human soldiers do, but toy soldiers basically guard the playroom.”
“You’re our police?” Claudia asked, raising one eyebrow. “Does that mean you can shoot that thing?” She gestured to he bayonet in his hands.
“Yes.” Fargo said, delighted with an opportunity to impress Claudia. He took the gun in his hands and began to fire it. Small metal balls came out of the rifle, barely bigger than bird seed. However, Claudia looked impressed and leaned over to get a better look at the gun. Fargo and Claudia began to talk about the logistics of it. Fargo was excited - here was someone who was interested in more than simply marching like a tin solider all the time. She was pretty, and inventive and - He was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard Artie’s voice, calling to Claudia.
Claudia simply smiled when Artie called her, wanting to ask her something. She then smiled cheekily at Fargo and danced over to Artie, using several jumps and pirouettes, obviously showing off.
“Wow.” Fargo said, staring after her openmouthed. “Wow.”