Special Ops - chapter 1 & 2
This story has been sitting on my hard drive for a while now. I've been waiting for the right moment to post it. I think that I needed to process all the intricate details surrounding the final episode before all the little pieces fell into place. I am fairly certain now that Valda is not dead. I watched the episode again and noticed that he was wearing a gold pin on his lapel, the Eye of Horus. This is a very powerful symbol from ancient Egypt, one that is believed to have healing and protective powers, and it was used as a protective amulet in ancient Egypt.
In recent interviews several of the cast members have hinted to that the McPhearson saga is not yet over. Another little tidbit mentioned by Saul is that Artie might, or might not have been right about HG Wells.
Well, I guess we will know by next summer when season 3 premiers. Perhaps even sooner, since the December episode is supposed to pick up where Reset ended. My guess is that it will bring Myka back, and perhaps even give some insight into HG's destiny. I don't know if the episode has been finalized, and/or filmed yet. I assume that they did it this summer, but who knows. I have a feeling that HG's presence, or not, in season 3 might be directly related to Jaime's schedule. Rumor has it that she's supposed to return to the UK in the spring to shoot a movie based on the TV show Hu$tle. If that is true, I highly doubt that she will be available for season 3. I'm still hopefll. Anyway, here's the story:
Title: Special Ops
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG for now
Spoiler: season 2, past Reset
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely ladies. Not writing for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: The Warehouse family is broken. HG Wells has been carted off to some ungodly hellhole to rot forever. Myka has left. No one knows where she is. Everyone is hurting, and confused. Will the family become whole again? The future depends on HG Wells, and she knows it. Can she restore what was broken, or is it too late?
CHAPTER 1
HG Wells held up her cuffed hands to the man sitting next to her in the car. “You can take these off me now,” she said and smiled.
He returned the smile and quickly released her. “Well done, Agent Wells,”
She grinned as she rubbed her wrists. Even though it had been just for show, it still unnerved her every time she was constrained. She wondered if she would ever be able to shake the uneasy feeling.
“So now what happens?” she asked, almost expecting them turn the car around.
“You will be brought before the Regents,” he said.
She frowned. “Why?”
“They want to thank you of course,” he said seriously. He was watching the expressions on her face. He was surprised that she had let her guard down. “And they need to decide what to do with you. Unlike in the past, it’s different this time. I’m sure you have realized that. ”
Her head snapped around. “What to do with me?” she said sharply, ignoring the last comment.
He nodded. “You are a great talent Agent Wells. We need to figure out where that talent can be used to its fullest potential,” he further explained. “And the Regents are a bit worried that if you get bored, something like this could really happen.”
She gaped. “You can’t be serious? That’s absurd! Why would I ever want to destroy what I have fought so hard for?”
He bowed his head a little and the corner of his mouth turned up. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right!” She leaned back in her seat pondering this new information. The rules had changed.
x o x o x o x
They had driven for hours, only stopping for gas and food. HG was sitting in the back seat, comfortable on the soft leather seat. Her hand absentmindedly stroke the soft material. It was almost as soft as Myka’s jacket, almost, but not quite. Myka! She startled and covered her mouth with her hand. She stared at Kozan. “Do they know yet?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“I held a gun to her head,” she whispered. “She must be so confused.”
He nodded. She looked at his face, trying to decipher what he wasn’t telling her. “What happened?” she demanded to know.
“She left. She resigned as an Agent.”
HG felt the pain. She grabbed his arm. “Let me see her,” she begged.
“Not yet.”
“Please,” she pleaded.
“You know that this event has to have its own course. All in good time Helena.”
It was the first time he had used her name. It surprised her that he would step outside of their professional relationship and address her on a personal level. She nodded sadly. “You will tell me when.” It was not a request.
“I will do my best.”
She couldn’t shake the feeling of Myka hurting. It made her hurt too. Her stomach was a knot.
x o x o x o x
That night they had checked in to a hotel in some unimportant town. HG was surprised at the quality of her small hotel suite. Her body ached and all she really wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep, but knowing her body well enough, she realized that that would not be a good idea. Instead she decided to take a long soak in the tub. Her sore muscles needed it.
CHAPTER 2
HG paced in her room like a caged animal. She was so used to being on the move, constantly looking over her shoulder; it felt very strange to her to be surrounded by all this silence. She glanced at the telephone for the tenth time and finally with an annoyed growl she stalked over and snatched up the receiver. No dial tone. She laughed out loud. It sounded hollow to her ears. She slammed the receiver down and sat down in one of the armchairs by the window. She sighed and looked out at the dark city below. Shaking herself out of her silent reverie she turned her gaze away. Her eyes fell on a folder on the table. It startled her. How come she hadn’t noticed it until now? She carefully picked up the rich leather folder and opened it. A fountain pen fell onto her lap. She picked it up and weighed in her hand. Then she noticed the writing. Two words were written on the top page.
Write Helena.
She sank back in the chair clutching the pen. Write.
And write she did. It felt like the words were pouring out of her pen. Adrenaline was again pumping through her veins. Night hours turned into early morning dusk. She didn’t notice, she just kept writing. At one point there had been a soft knock on her door. It startled her and annoyed at the interruption, she stalked over to the door. It had turned out to be a lovely surprise. Someone had ordered her room service. She moved to the dining room table and sipped her tea as she picked up the thread again.
She didn’t know why they had left her alone with her writing. Why no one had come to see her. She realized at one point that someone had been in her room while she was sleeping. Her pen was in the wrong place. She noticed the little things. Still she didn’t really care. The Regents would send for her when they were ready. Any effort to contact the outside world would not be allowed at this point, she had got that message too.
It was halfway through the second week when she got the idea. Someone had been in her room every time she slept. She didn’t care. She didn’t feel threatened, and she certainly didn’t care about her privacy.
She pulled out her locket and opened it. Two pairs of eyes stared at her from within. One from the past, and one from the present. “My darlings,” she whispered.
She pulled out a fresh sheet of hotel stationary and started to write. Her beautiful flowing handwriting filled the page. When she was done she sat back and looked at it for a second, before she put her hand on it and wrinkled it into a hard little ball. She tossed it in the bin on the floor, not bothering to see if she hit or not. She started over. This time the message was shorter. She kept out the details. There would be a time for that later. Pleased with the result she folded the letter and put it in an envelope. She didn’t seal it, just folded the flap. She knew they would read it anyway. She wrote a single name on the outside and put it against the candle holder on the table. Giving it a last glance over her shoulder, she went to bed.
In recent interviews several of the cast members have hinted to that the McPhearson saga is not yet over. Another little tidbit mentioned by Saul is that Artie might, or might not have been right about HG Wells.
Well, I guess we will know by next summer when season 3 premiers. Perhaps even sooner, since the December episode is supposed to pick up where Reset ended. My guess is that it will bring Myka back, and perhaps even give some insight into HG's destiny. I don't know if the episode has been finalized, and/or filmed yet. I assume that they did it this summer, but who knows. I have a feeling that HG's presence, or not, in season 3 might be directly related to Jaime's schedule. Rumor has it that she's supposed to return to the UK in the spring to shoot a movie based on the TV show Hu$tle. If that is true, I highly doubt that she will be available for season 3. I'm still hopefll. Anyway, here's the story:
Title: Special Ops
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG for now
Spoiler: season 2, past Reset
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely ladies. Not writing for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: The Warehouse family is broken. HG Wells has been carted off to some ungodly hellhole to rot forever. Myka has left. No one knows where she is. Everyone is hurting, and confused. Will the family become whole again? The future depends on HG Wells, and she knows it. Can she restore what was broken, or is it too late?
CHAPTER 1
HG Wells held up her cuffed hands to the man sitting next to her in the car. “You can take these off me now,” she said and smiled.
He returned the smile and quickly released her. “Well done, Agent Wells,”
She grinned as she rubbed her wrists. Even though it had been just for show, it still unnerved her every time she was constrained. She wondered if she would ever be able to shake the uneasy feeling.
“So now what happens?” she asked, almost expecting them turn the car around.
“You will be brought before the Regents,” he said.
She frowned. “Why?”
“They want to thank you of course,” he said seriously. He was watching the expressions on her face. He was surprised that she had let her guard down. “And they need to decide what to do with you. Unlike in the past, it’s different this time. I’m sure you have realized that. ”
Her head snapped around. “What to do with me?” she said sharply, ignoring the last comment.
He nodded. “You are a great talent Agent Wells. We need to figure out where that talent can be used to its fullest potential,” he further explained. “And the Regents are a bit worried that if you get bored, something like this could really happen.”
She gaped. “You can’t be serious? That’s absurd! Why would I ever want to destroy what I have fought so hard for?”
He bowed his head a little and the corner of his mouth turned up. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right!” She leaned back in her seat pondering this new information. The rules had changed.
x o x o x o x
They had driven for hours, only stopping for gas and food. HG was sitting in the back seat, comfortable on the soft leather seat. Her hand absentmindedly stroke the soft material. It was almost as soft as Myka’s jacket, almost, but not quite. Myka! She startled and covered her mouth with her hand. She stared at Kozan. “Do they know yet?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“I held a gun to her head,” she whispered. “She must be so confused.”
He nodded. She looked at his face, trying to decipher what he wasn’t telling her. “What happened?” she demanded to know.
“She left. She resigned as an Agent.”
HG felt the pain. She grabbed his arm. “Let me see her,” she begged.
“Not yet.”
“Please,” she pleaded.
“You know that this event has to have its own course. All in good time Helena.”
It was the first time he had used her name. It surprised her that he would step outside of their professional relationship and address her on a personal level. She nodded sadly. “You will tell me when.” It was not a request.
“I will do my best.”
She couldn’t shake the feeling of Myka hurting. It made her hurt too. Her stomach was a knot.
x o x o x o x
That night they had checked in to a hotel in some unimportant town. HG was surprised at the quality of her small hotel suite. Her body ached and all she really wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep, but knowing her body well enough, she realized that that would not be a good idea. Instead she decided to take a long soak in the tub. Her sore muscles needed it.
CHAPTER 2
HG paced in her room like a caged animal. She was so used to being on the move, constantly looking over her shoulder; it felt very strange to her to be surrounded by all this silence. She glanced at the telephone for the tenth time and finally with an annoyed growl she stalked over and snatched up the receiver. No dial tone. She laughed out loud. It sounded hollow to her ears. She slammed the receiver down and sat down in one of the armchairs by the window. She sighed and looked out at the dark city below. Shaking herself out of her silent reverie she turned her gaze away. Her eyes fell on a folder on the table. It startled her. How come she hadn’t noticed it until now? She carefully picked up the rich leather folder and opened it. A fountain pen fell onto her lap. She picked it up and weighed in her hand. Then she noticed the writing. Two words were written on the top page.
Write Helena.
She sank back in the chair clutching the pen. Write.
And write she did. It felt like the words were pouring out of her pen. Adrenaline was again pumping through her veins. Night hours turned into early morning dusk. She didn’t notice, she just kept writing. At one point there had been a soft knock on her door. It startled her and annoyed at the interruption, she stalked over to the door. It had turned out to be a lovely surprise. Someone had ordered her room service. She moved to the dining room table and sipped her tea as she picked up the thread again.
She didn’t know why they had left her alone with her writing. Why no one had come to see her. She realized at one point that someone had been in her room while she was sleeping. Her pen was in the wrong place. She noticed the little things. Still she didn’t really care. The Regents would send for her when they were ready. Any effort to contact the outside world would not be allowed at this point, she had got that message too.
It was halfway through the second week when she got the idea. Someone had been in her room every time she slept. She didn’t care. She didn’t feel threatened, and she certainly didn’t care about her privacy.
She pulled out her locket and opened it. Two pairs of eyes stared at her from within. One from the past, and one from the present. “My darlings,” she whispered.
She pulled out a fresh sheet of hotel stationary and started to write. Her beautiful flowing handwriting filled the page. When she was done she sat back and looked at it for a second, before she put her hand on it and wrinkled it into a hard little ball. She tossed it in the bin on the floor, not bothering to see if she hit or not. She started over. This time the message was shorter. She kept out the details. There would be a time for that later. Pleased with the result she folded the letter and put it in an envelope. She didn’t seal it, just folded the flap. She knew they would read it anyway. She wrote a single name on the outside and put it against the candle holder on the table. Giving it a last glance over her shoulder, she went to bed.