The Facility - Sanctuary/WH13 Crossover - Pt 1 M&M
Title: The Facility Series - Part 1 - M&M
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.
Pairing: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: This portion is PG but it’s moving toward MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: There’s not much Myka/HG just now, I’m working on it, but I think I’ve included enough background so if you haven’t seen Sanctuary or WH13 you’ll still get and idea of whom Magnus, Mawer and HG Wells are. Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: This is a rewrite of the preview I posted earlier
Part 1 - M&M
In the afternoon on a Thursday:
Dr Sierra Mawer sat at her computer reviewing case notes, running her fingers through her hair in frustration, and simultaneously cussing out a guild mate over a web mic, “Get your head out of your ass and stop pulling those orcs in the corner! Healz I need healz!”
“Sierra, I found someone I want you to meet.”
Sierra didn’t look away from the computer screen, “Helena George Wells I swear to Freyja if you’ve been signing me up for online dating sites again I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF!
A second female voice laughed and Sierra finally looked up. Startled by the svelte woman standing next to her friend wearing a great deal of leather with wavy chestnut hair, Mawer stood, hit the button on the mic and whispered, “AFK.” A scream came from the speakers as Sierra reached over and shut them off.
“Dr. Sierra Mawer, I’d like you to meet Dr. Helen Magnus.”
Magnus looked over at H.G. and witnessed a flash of concentrated curiousness on her face, which had been cultivated since childhood. ‘It had likely appeared the first time she lodged a stick in an ant mound just to see what would happen,’ Helen mused.
Scowling at H.G. and smiling at Helen in turn, Mawer navigated her 6ft frame around the desk. Magnus had to agree with H.G., this woman was easy on the eyes, so she forgave her ex for being meddlesome. Wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, Mawer had a swimmer’s build, cropped blond hair and grey eyes. She extended a hand and Helen took it, smiling into those eyes, “I am pleased to meet you, I’m familiar with your work.”
Three details derailed Sierra’s train of thought in that instant. First, Magnus’ eyes were like gray pools, soaking in light instead of reflecting it back, they took Sierra’s breath away. Second, she had read and admired Magnus’ work for years, but had no idea how H.G. had gotten this woman past the front door. The third however was the most rattling of all… “How can you be familiar with my work? I never publish more than three papers under the same name?” Mawer asked bluntly.
Eyeing Mawer, H.G. spoke up, “Tea?” She said as she moved to the corner where Mawer kept her electric kettle and tea tray.
Letting go of Magnus’ hand Sierra verbally backpedaled, “I mean… thank you. I’ve admired some of your work as well.” Sierra winced at her choice of words.
Helen smiled and tipped her head as Mawer showed her to a chair and sat across from her. Behind Helen, H.G. was grinning. Catching Mawer’s eye, she rolled her own. Mawer got the message, ‘Were you born in a barn?’
“I’m sorry, I’m not used to guests…” Mawer began.
“No, I’m curious,” Helen jumped in at Mawer’s pause, her British accent like a light breeze to Mawer’s ears. Sierra let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You said ‘some’ of my research. Would you clarify?”
“Well it’s not…” Sierra flushed, “ your research, um - your research is brilliant by the way… so much as your terminology.” Academic exchange was so much easier than polite personal conversation Mawer thought. She was back in her element now so she forged on, “I have trouble with your consistent use of the word ‘abnormal’. For example, I am not ‘abnormal’. I have been alive for more then150 years and I’m an empath, but these are statistical variations from the norm, in the same way being gay or lesbian is ‘variant’. Nature thrives on variety. These ways of being are perfectly in sync with a natural though rare state. To say I’m abnormal has connotations, it’s like saying I’m unnatural and I find that insulting.”
Magnus nodded slowly, “I understand. Would it help you if I told you I consider myself abnormal as well? I am also over 150 years old, 158 in fact…And I’m certain I’ve aged as well as you have,” Mawer smiled at the compliment and Magnus’ eyes sparkled as she continued, “I simply use the term by its definition as ‘not the norm’, or ‘not within standard parameters’.”
Sierra was taken aback by the revelation that this woman had been alive long as she had, but was not backing down. “I can cite 20 different studies off the top of my head that conclude the best practice is to have an awareness of the connotations of labels you use for minority groups, regardless of the defined meaning of the word.”
“And I can list a vast amount of research and years of practice after which I have concluded that you cannot take fitting terminology personally. There is also the right of a population to choose the terminology used to identify them. ‘Abnormal’ is the word many choose for themselves.” Helen returned.
Sierra squinted one eye at her, “Ok, but when you refer to people AS ‘abnormals’ rather than saying they have a condition or are in a state which IS abnormal it becomes a label upon the person which….”
“Well, now that we’ve offended each other…” H.G. interjected airily, bringing over the tea and sitting down.
“I’m not offended - it’s an intellectual debate,” both Mawer and Magnus said at the same time. They looked at each other. Mawer relaxed a little more, there was something comfortable and reassuring about Magnus. She accepted a teacup from H.G. and poured in some milk, watching the light and dark colors swirl together as her mind processed the energy she was getting from Helen. Looking up she caught Magnus watching her. Helen did not look away. Instead she held Mawer’s gaze for one beat, then two, then too long for Sierra’s comfort, but the blonde refused to look away first. Mawer chewed the inside of her lip nervously, but remembered HG say that was a ‘tell’, so she stopped and ran her tongue over the spot. Helen noticed the movement of her tongue, then attended to her own tea.
H.G. watched the exchange of looks between the two women and gave her teacup a self-satisfied smirk. The teacup, despite having full access to Mawer’s office, didn’t have a clue what H.G. was smiling about and didn’t care, so H.G. looked forward to sharing her triumph with Myka when they saw each other again. She’d told Myka this was a good idea; it had just taken some time to orchestrate. Myka had been shocked that H.G. would take it upon herself to meddle in Mawer’s personal life, but meddle was one of the things H.G. did best. “Well I’m off. I’ll leave your tour in Sierra’s capable hands.” H.G. announced, taking a quick sip of her tea and standing. “Warehouse 2 artifacts aren’t going to ferry themselves across the ocean to Warehouse 13.”
Sierra rose as well. She was a little miffed that H.G. had taken the liberty with her social calendar, such as it was. She was also irked that H.G. had been right thinking Mawer would like Magnus. She didn’t like that she was so transparent to the inventor. She also wasn’t sure if she liked being on the same footing with Wells now that H.G. was no longer incarcerated. “Thank you H.G.” She said then turned to Magnus, “You are welcome to stay and yes I can give you the tour if you like. I promise not to keep boring you with semantics.”
Helen nodded and acquiesced, “You’re hardly boring, and I’d like to stay if you’ll have me. I’m fascinated by what you’ve built here.” She stood and turned to H.G., “Helena,” Magnus gave her a hug, “Interesting as always.”
As she left Mawer followed her to the door, “Interesting yes, trouble as always,” Mawer said in a low voice.
“Don’t stay up past your bedtime,” H.G. responded and swaggered out, closing the door behind her. Sierra scowled at the back of the door.
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As H.G. Wells walked down the hallway a smug smile graced her face. She had been so happy to run into Helen the week before that she had hugged the other woman before the look of shock had cleared Helen’s face. After explaining the how’s and why’s, H.G. quickly convinced her old friend to come to the facility for a tour. She had also dropped enough casual information about Dr. Sierra Mawer to intrigue her former lover in more than just a clandestine facility in the middle of nowhere. Mawer and Magnus had a number of shared interests, and, unless H.G. was mistaken and she rarely was, they were definitely each other’s type. If nothing else the two women would easily forge a friendship, which would be a boon for both of them. H.G. could sympathize with the feelings that came with outliving every person you ever knew, so she hoped this introduction would, at the very least, give her friends some comfort.
As she rounded the corner her smile upturned into a frown. Her team stood outside her room fully equipped and looking impatient.
“So the great H.G. Wells has deigned to finally grace us with her presence,” Sam, the team leader, said. “Are you ready to go or shall we be forced to wait longer still?”
“I was on a mission of mercy Sam,” H.G. said as she opened her door, grabbed her gear from the floor and shut it again. “Let’s let it go, shall we?”
The Facility Series - Part 2 - Exploring New Landscape
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.
Pairing: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: This portion is PG but it’s moving toward MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: There’s not much Myka/HG just now, I’m working on it, but I think I’ve included enough background so if you haven’t seen Sanctuary or WH13 you’ll still get and idea of whom Magnus, Mawer and HG Wells are. Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: This is a rewrite of the preview I posted earlier
Part 1 - M&M
In the afternoon on a Thursday:
Dr Sierra Mawer sat at her computer reviewing case notes, running her fingers through her hair in frustration, and simultaneously cussing out a guild mate over a web mic, “Get your head out of your ass and stop pulling those orcs in the corner! Healz I need healz!”
“Sierra, I found someone I want you to meet.”
Sierra didn’t look away from the computer screen, “Helena George Wells I swear to Freyja if you’ve been signing me up for online dating sites again I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF!
A second female voice laughed and Sierra finally looked up. Startled by the svelte woman standing next to her friend wearing a great deal of leather with wavy chestnut hair, Mawer stood, hit the button on the mic and whispered, “AFK.” A scream came from the speakers as Sierra reached over and shut them off.
“Dr. Sierra Mawer, I’d like you to meet Dr. Helen Magnus.”
Magnus looked over at H.G. and witnessed a flash of concentrated curiousness on her face, which had been cultivated since childhood. ‘It had likely appeared the first time she lodged a stick in an ant mound just to see what would happen,’ Helen mused.
Scowling at H.G. and smiling at Helen in turn, Mawer navigated her 6ft frame around the desk. Magnus had to agree with H.G., this woman was easy on the eyes, so she forgave her ex for being meddlesome. Wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, Mawer had a swimmer’s build, cropped blond hair and grey eyes. She extended a hand and Helen took it, smiling into those eyes, “I am pleased to meet you, I’m familiar with your work.”
Three details derailed Sierra’s train of thought in that instant. First, Magnus’ eyes were like gray pools, soaking in light instead of reflecting it back, they took Sierra’s breath away. Second, she had read and admired Magnus’ work for years, but had no idea how H.G. had gotten this woman past the front door. The third however was the most rattling of all… “How can you be familiar with my work? I never publish more than three papers under the same name?” Mawer asked bluntly.
Eyeing Mawer, H.G. spoke up, “Tea?” She said as she moved to the corner where Mawer kept her electric kettle and tea tray.
Letting go of Magnus’ hand Sierra verbally backpedaled, “I mean… thank you. I’ve admired some of your work as well.” Sierra winced at her choice of words.
Helen smiled and tipped her head as Mawer showed her to a chair and sat across from her. Behind Helen, H.G. was grinning. Catching Mawer’s eye, she rolled her own. Mawer got the message, ‘Were you born in a barn?’
“I’m sorry, I’m not used to guests…” Mawer began.
“No, I’m curious,” Helen jumped in at Mawer’s pause, her British accent like a light breeze to Mawer’s ears. Sierra let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You said ‘some’ of my research. Would you clarify?”
“Well it’s not…” Sierra flushed, “ your research, um - your research is brilliant by the way… so much as your terminology.” Academic exchange was so much easier than polite personal conversation Mawer thought. She was back in her element now so she forged on, “I have trouble with your consistent use of the word ‘abnormal’. For example, I am not ‘abnormal’. I have been alive for more then150 years and I’m an empath, but these are statistical variations from the norm, in the same way being gay or lesbian is ‘variant’. Nature thrives on variety. These ways of being are perfectly in sync with a natural though rare state. To say I’m abnormal has connotations, it’s like saying I’m unnatural and I find that insulting.”
Magnus nodded slowly, “I understand. Would it help you if I told you I consider myself abnormal as well? I am also over 150 years old, 158 in fact…And I’m certain I’ve aged as well as you have,” Mawer smiled at the compliment and Magnus’ eyes sparkled as she continued, “I simply use the term by its definition as ‘not the norm’, or ‘not within standard parameters’.”
Sierra was taken aback by the revelation that this woman had been alive long as she had, but was not backing down. “I can cite 20 different studies off the top of my head that conclude the best practice is to have an awareness of the connotations of labels you use for minority groups, regardless of the defined meaning of the word.”
“And I can list a vast amount of research and years of practice after which I have concluded that you cannot take fitting terminology personally. There is also the right of a population to choose the terminology used to identify them. ‘Abnormal’ is the word many choose for themselves.” Helen returned.
Sierra squinted one eye at her, “Ok, but when you refer to people AS ‘abnormals’ rather than saying they have a condition or are in a state which IS abnormal it becomes a label upon the person which….”
“Well, now that we’ve offended each other…” H.G. interjected airily, bringing over the tea and sitting down.
“I’m not offended - it’s an intellectual debate,” both Mawer and Magnus said at the same time. They looked at each other. Mawer relaxed a little more, there was something comfortable and reassuring about Magnus. She accepted a teacup from H.G. and poured in some milk, watching the light and dark colors swirl together as her mind processed the energy she was getting from Helen. Looking up she caught Magnus watching her. Helen did not look away. Instead she held Mawer’s gaze for one beat, then two, then too long for Sierra’s comfort, but the blonde refused to look away first. Mawer chewed the inside of her lip nervously, but remembered HG say that was a ‘tell’, so she stopped and ran her tongue over the spot. Helen noticed the movement of her tongue, then attended to her own tea.
H.G. watched the exchange of looks between the two women and gave her teacup a self-satisfied smirk. The teacup, despite having full access to Mawer’s office, didn’t have a clue what H.G. was smiling about and didn’t care, so H.G. looked forward to sharing her triumph with Myka when they saw each other again. She’d told Myka this was a good idea; it had just taken some time to orchestrate. Myka had been shocked that H.G. would take it upon herself to meddle in Mawer’s personal life, but meddle was one of the things H.G. did best. “Well I’m off. I’ll leave your tour in Sierra’s capable hands.” H.G. announced, taking a quick sip of her tea and standing. “Warehouse 2 artifacts aren’t going to ferry themselves across the ocean to Warehouse 13.”
Sierra rose as well. She was a little miffed that H.G. had taken the liberty with her social calendar, such as it was. She was also irked that H.G. had been right thinking Mawer would like Magnus. She didn’t like that she was so transparent to the inventor. She also wasn’t sure if she liked being on the same footing with Wells now that H.G. was no longer incarcerated. “Thank you H.G.” She said then turned to Magnus, “You are welcome to stay and yes I can give you the tour if you like. I promise not to keep boring you with semantics.”
Helen nodded and acquiesced, “You’re hardly boring, and I’d like to stay if you’ll have me. I’m fascinated by what you’ve built here.” She stood and turned to H.G., “Helena,” Magnus gave her a hug, “Interesting as always.”
As she left Mawer followed her to the door, “Interesting yes, trouble as always,” Mawer said in a low voice.
“Don’t stay up past your bedtime,” H.G. responded and swaggered out, closing the door behind her. Sierra scowled at the back of the door.
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As H.G. Wells walked down the hallway a smug smile graced her face. She had been so happy to run into Helen the week before that she had hugged the other woman before the look of shock had cleared Helen’s face. After explaining the how’s and why’s, H.G. quickly convinced her old friend to come to the facility for a tour. She had also dropped enough casual information about Dr. Sierra Mawer to intrigue her former lover in more than just a clandestine facility in the middle of nowhere. Mawer and Magnus had a number of shared interests, and, unless H.G. was mistaken and she rarely was, they were definitely each other’s type. If nothing else the two women would easily forge a friendship, which would be a boon for both of them. H.G. could sympathize with the feelings that came with outliving every person you ever knew, so she hoped this introduction would, at the very least, give her friends some comfort.
As she rounded the corner her smile upturned into a frown. Her team stood outside her room fully equipped and looking impatient.
“So the great H.G. Wells has deigned to finally grace us with her presence,” Sam, the team leader, said. “Are you ready to go or shall we be forced to wait longer still?”
“I was on a mission of mercy Sam,” H.G. said as she opened her door, grabbed her gear from the floor and shut it again. “Let’s let it go, shall we?”
The Facility Series - Part 2 - Exploring New Landscape