Who: Myka and Helena What: A shared dream that involves an alternate version of the Warehouse exploding. Helena is the Dreamer. When: Late Monday night/early Tuesday morning Where: Physically they're in Myka's room. In the dream, they're in Warehouse 13 with Sykes' bomb. Warning: Possibly some language, explosion, death in the dream. Also sexual content post-waking up. Status: Closed/Incomplete
This wasn't supposed to be happening. Sykes was dead and gone, the threat to the Warehouse was supposed to be gone. And now Myka and Helena were stuck in the Warehouse. Pete and Artie had made it through the portal and closed it on Sykes, but the alert hadn't dropped. Back-tracking, Helena went back to the wheelchair Sykes had left behind. Clearly there was still something in it that posed a threat to the Warehouse. Inspecting the device, Helena pulled up the seat cushion and that's when she found the bomb. Her face blanched of color as she recognized the writing on the piece of masonry.
"This is from the House of Commons in London," she said, casting a worried look to Myka. This really didn't bode well for them. So they basically had ten minutes to disable this. Quickly, Helena inspected the box containing this artifact. "We need to neutralize this." She glanced around, looking for one of the barrels. A sense of dread was forming itself in her stomach, but she was trying to not let it control her. She needed to remain logical. Her and Myka could find a way out of this. Not to mention they were in a place where miracles happened. If worse came to worse, there had to be an artifact in here they could use. Something that could get them both out of this and to safety. Grabbing the bomb, Helena moved down the aisle they were currently in, her eyes glancing over the shelves to see if anything there could potentially help the situation. She cursed under her breath as she didn't see anything that could aid them in this.