The Facility - Sanctuary/WH13 Crossover - Pt 7 - Enough is Enough
Title: The Facility Series Part 7
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: Sorry for the short chapter, I’m hung up on the next bit, but once I’m past that the chapters will get longer again.
New to the story? Part one is here: The Facility Series - Part 1 - M&M
Part 7 - Enough is Enough
H.G. heard a rhythmic thumping beat down the hall and paused. The sound was more than a little disconcerting given how far the facility was underground. As she neared Sierra’s office however, it grew louder until she began to hear a melody and words. She paused in the doorway and knocked but didn’t expect Dr. Mawer could hear her. Sierra was sprawled over her chair with her feet on her desk, almost obscenely relaxed, eyes pointed at the ceiling and lips moving to the lyrics.
“SIERRA!” H.G. plugged her ears and barked over the ruckus. Surely listening to music at ear shattering levels was a waste of her healing ability.
Sierra moved her eyes and nothing else. Seeing H.G. standing there she moved her fingers over a touch screen and turned down the volume. “What?” She asked.
“Good Lord, what are you listening to?” H.G. questioned, she could make out the words “just a dream” but not much else.
“Hip hop. It’s relatively new.” Sierra said, as if that were an explanation.
“What on earth? - It is almost completely stripped down to the rhythm. It brings to mind the drumming and chants I would hear in central Africa.” H.G. commented.
“Yep, pretty much all popular music now has some African influence.”
“The bass is far more pronounced than the rest of the music.”
“Yep, that’s the point.”
“What is the artist’s name?”
“Nelly.”
“Nelly?
“Yep.”
“You do know what that means in Britain?”
“I do, I don’t think he does.” She finally pulled her legs back and sat up, “Did you want something?
“Oo, you are certainly chipper today,” H.G. said sarcastically.
“This,” she said pointing to the air, apparently indicating the music, “is your fault. I was fine living my solitary existence, then you made your little introduction and now I’m brooding. I HATE brooding - and angst and I’m far too old for Emo thank you very much. But I can’t get her out of my head.” She covered her face in her hands and growled.
“Stop, I know this,” H.G. stood thinking with her hand raised, then she recited, “Cheer up emo kid.”
Sierra squinted at her through her fingers, “Where did you hear that?”
“One of the others was giving Jen a hard time,” H.G. said.
“Jen?”
“One we are keeping on the team. White hair, stands about this tall.” She indicated a height slightly shorter than her own, “I’m thinking of making her my protégé.”
Sierra snorted “Your protégé? You just like her because she’s shorter than you. You’d better tell Myka that Jen’s an ice queen or she might get jealous.”
H.G. looked at in mock outrage, mouth agape, “I do not - she will not… Besides, I looked it up, I am still a bit taller than the average thank you very much. It’s you who are the bloody giant.”
Sierra was shaking with silent laughter, “Yeah, back to me…”
“Back to you what? I take it you aren’t sorry I brought Helen?” Sierra assented with a tip of her head, “Then now you know how I feel,” H.G. said, a sad smile crossing her face. “That’s all I can say in the matter.”
Sierra softened, “Did you want to use my phone? I have that private line you suggested.”
H.G. waved her hand, “No that’s quite alright.
Sierra shook her head, “The first thing you did on your lab time was make a Farnsworth didn’t you.”
HG met her gaze with a twinkle in her eyes but said nothing.
“I knew you would. When’s Myka coming for a visit?”
“She’s coming with Helen next week.” H.G. smiled at the girlish giddy look that rapidly crossed the blonde’s face at the news, but Sierra stifled it just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Oh? Helen’s coming back?” Mawer said, nonchalantly resting her face in her palm.
H.G. grinned, “Of course she is. She seems to have found some time and arranged to meet with the Dr in the medical lab.”
Mawer’s face lost a little of it’s light, “Oh yeah, sure. That’ll be interesting for her.” She toyed with a pen on her desk, tapping out a complex rhythm.
H.G. gave her a sisterly look, “She intends to stay with you of course.”
Mawer brightened, “Of course.”
“I wouldn’t introduce you to someone who would sleep with you and disappear, would I?”
“No you wouldn’t,” Mawer knew H.G. was sincere, “It’s just been so long anything or anyone good has come into my life, I’m having a hard time believing it was real. Now I have a friend and maybe a lover too.”
“Well believe it,” H.G. said as she stood, “It might interest you to know Warehouse 2 is now defunct and destroyed.”
Sierra raised an eyebrow, “Really? How did you manage that?”
“It wasn’t my doing. We apparently brought over a piece of the Call building which was destroyed by fire in the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This particular piece crushed three people at once. Between the fire and the shaking, Warehouse 2 didn’t stand a chance.” She leaned over Sierra’s desk seriously and placed her pointer finger perpendicular to the pile of papers, “We almost didn’t stand a chance either. On the way over, the Artifact activated itself. Could you please speak to Sam again about telling me what I’m dealing with before we are in an emergency? And by the way, we need more team members.”
Mawer gave her a hard look, “They weren’t killed were they?”
“No, 12 of them just froze when it came down to it. They don’t have it in them.”
Mawer scowled as H.G. turned to leave, “Mmm, I’ll start reviewing more files. H.G…” H.G. stopped at the threshold and turned back, Sierra sighed, “Squidward tore a guard in half the night Helen spent here. I tell myself I do what I can, that we all know the risks and all have our reasons for working here, but don’t know if I can block this stuff out much longer. Something has to change. Have you told Helen about what goes on here with the training and guards getting killed?”
“No, confidentiality was part of the agreement for my inclusion on the team. Neither Myka nor Helen know.”
“What would we tell them? I worry that Helen would think I’ve been complicit in the things that have gone on here all these years.”
H.G. looked at her hands, “Truly, I don’t know.” She said sadly, “Rest assured, you do all they will let you do for prisoners and guards alike in this place. For myself, it’s difficult enough trying to keep 14 kids alive as well as looking out for my own well being for me to add to my worries.”
“That’s Sam’s job as your handler, is he putting you in more danger than necessary?”
“No, and you’re right, my position does not make me responsible for their safety. But that does not excuse me from looking after their welfare.” She paused then added, “I must go, but you must stop brooding!”
“Fine!” Sierra called back and tapped her iPad. A pounding rhythm of a different sort, with a lot more distortion emerged from the speakers.
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: Sorry for the short chapter, I’m hung up on the next bit, but once I’m past that the chapters will get longer again.
New to the story? Part one is here: The Facility Series - Part 1 - M&M
Part 7 - Enough is Enough
H.G. heard a rhythmic thumping beat down the hall and paused. The sound was more than a little disconcerting given how far the facility was underground. As she neared Sierra’s office however, it grew louder until she began to hear a melody and words. She paused in the doorway and knocked but didn’t expect Dr. Mawer could hear her. Sierra was sprawled over her chair with her feet on her desk, almost obscenely relaxed, eyes pointed at the ceiling and lips moving to the lyrics.
“SIERRA!” H.G. plugged her ears and barked over the ruckus. Surely listening to music at ear shattering levels was a waste of her healing ability.
Sierra moved her eyes and nothing else. Seeing H.G. standing there she moved her fingers over a touch screen and turned down the volume. “What?” She asked.
“Good Lord, what are you listening to?” H.G. questioned, she could make out the words “just a dream” but not much else.
“Hip hop. It’s relatively new.” Sierra said, as if that were an explanation.
“What on earth? - It is almost completely stripped down to the rhythm. It brings to mind the drumming and chants I would hear in central Africa.” H.G. commented.
“Yep, pretty much all popular music now has some African influence.”
“The bass is far more pronounced than the rest of the music.”
“Yep, that’s the point.”
“What is the artist’s name?”
“Nelly.”
“Nelly?
“Yep.”
“You do know what that means in Britain?”
“I do, I don’t think he does.” She finally pulled her legs back and sat up, “Did you want something?
“Oo, you are certainly chipper today,” H.G. said sarcastically.
“This,” she said pointing to the air, apparently indicating the music, “is your fault. I was fine living my solitary existence, then you made your little introduction and now I’m brooding. I HATE brooding - and angst and I’m far too old for Emo thank you very much. But I can’t get her out of my head.” She covered her face in her hands and growled.
“Stop, I know this,” H.G. stood thinking with her hand raised, then she recited, “Cheer up emo kid.”
Sierra squinted at her through her fingers, “Where did you hear that?”
“One of the others was giving Jen a hard time,” H.G. said.
“Jen?”
“One we are keeping on the team. White hair, stands about this tall.” She indicated a height slightly shorter than her own, “I’m thinking of making her my protégé.”
Sierra snorted “Your protégé? You just like her because she’s shorter than you. You’d better tell Myka that Jen’s an ice queen or she might get jealous.”
H.G. looked at in mock outrage, mouth agape, “I do not - she will not… Besides, I looked it up, I am still a bit taller than the average thank you very much. It’s you who are the bloody giant.”
Sierra was shaking with silent laughter, “Yeah, back to me…”
“Back to you what? I take it you aren’t sorry I brought Helen?” Sierra assented with a tip of her head, “Then now you know how I feel,” H.G. said, a sad smile crossing her face. “That’s all I can say in the matter.”
Sierra softened, “Did you want to use my phone? I have that private line you suggested.”
H.G. waved her hand, “No that’s quite alright.
Sierra shook her head, “The first thing you did on your lab time was make a Farnsworth didn’t you.”
HG met her gaze with a twinkle in her eyes but said nothing.
“I knew you would. When’s Myka coming for a visit?”
“She’s coming with Helen next week.” H.G. smiled at the girlish giddy look that rapidly crossed the blonde’s face at the news, but Sierra stifled it just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Oh? Helen’s coming back?” Mawer said, nonchalantly resting her face in her palm.
H.G. grinned, “Of course she is. She seems to have found some time and arranged to meet with the Dr in the medical lab.”
Mawer’s face lost a little of it’s light, “Oh yeah, sure. That’ll be interesting for her.” She toyed with a pen on her desk, tapping out a complex rhythm.
H.G. gave her a sisterly look, “She intends to stay with you of course.”
Mawer brightened, “Of course.”
“I wouldn’t introduce you to someone who would sleep with you and disappear, would I?”
“No you wouldn’t,” Mawer knew H.G. was sincere, “It’s just been so long anything or anyone good has come into my life, I’m having a hard time believing it was real. Now I have a friend and maybe a lover too.”
“Well believe it,” H.G. said as she stood, “It might interest you to know Warehouse 2 is now defunct and destroyed.”
Sierra raised an eyebrow, “Really? How did you manage that?”
“It wasn’t my doing. We apparently brought over a piece of the Call building which was destroyed by fire in the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This particular piece crushed three people at once. Between the fire and the shaking, Warehouse 2 didn’t stand a chance.” She leaned over Sierra’s desk seriously and placed her pointer finger perpendicular to the pile of papers, “We almost didn’t stand a chance either. On the way over, the Artifact activated itself. Could you please speak to Sam again about telling me what I’m dealing with before we are in an emergency? And by the way, we need more team members.”
Mawer gave her a hard look, “They weren’t killed were they?”
“No, 12 of them just froze when it came down to it. They don’t have it in them.”
Mawer scowled as H.G. turned to leave, “Mmm, I’ll start reviewing more files. H.G…” H.G. stopped at the threshold and turned back, Sierra sighed, “Squidward tore a guard in half the night Helen spent here. I tell myself I do what I can, that we all know the risks and all have our reasons for working here, but don’t know if I can block this stuff out much longer. Something has to change. Have you told Helen about what goes on here with the training and guards getting killed?”
“No, confidentiality was part of the agreement for my inclusion on the team. Neither Myka nor Helen know.”
“What would we tell them? I worry that Helen would think I’ve been complicit in the things that have gone on here all these years.”
H.G. looked at her hands, “Truly, I don’t know.” She said sadly, “Rest assured, you do all they will let you do for prisoners and guards alike in this place. For myself, it’s difficult enough trying to keep 14 kids alive as well as looking out for my own well being for me to add to my worries.”
“That’s Sam’s job as your handler, is he putting you in more danger than necessary?”
“No, and you’re right, my position does not make me responsible for their safety. But that does not excuse me from looking after their welfare.” She paused then added, “I must go, but you must stop brooding!”
“Fine!” Sierra called back and tapped her iPad. A pounding rhythm of a different sort, with a lot more distortion emerged from the speakers.