#artie Nielson

[lilolilyr]

Summary: Myka goes on a supposedly easy artifact retrieval with Helena. She won’t believe Claudia’s theory about a ghost being involved, no matter how much it may seem like they are stuck in a haunted house!

4k, rated T, no archive warnings apply

Written for @apparitionism as part of the 2025 @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange! I hope you like it :)

Read on Ao3 • more W13 fanworks by me

[valleydean]

Chapter 12 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Dean shuffled his weight from foot to foot, his taped and gloved fists at his sides. He felt loose. He felt good as he stared down the black curtain in front of him, waiting for it to be pulled aside so he could enter the arena to a flurry of fans chanting his name.

He could already hear those fans roaring, warmed up from the undercard fights but still anticipating the main event. In the ring, the MC was giving the opening spiel.

Bobby was just behind Dean, and Victor was behind him. Benny stepped into place after he’d traveled down the curtain to peek outside.

“Full house,” he reported. “Standin’ room only. Looks like that tour’a Cas’ did us a favor.”

Dean’s gut tightened. He had to stop himself from saying that Cas wasn’t doing anybody but himself any favors. But that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to get into at the moment—or ever. He’d done a pretty good job at focusing on the fight ahead instead of the bout he’d had with Cas last night.

Cas was supposed to have his back. He wasn’t supposed to threaten to keep the belt just because he was pissed at Dean. As if it was something he could hold over Dean’s head like a carrot on a stick.

Well, tonight Dean would show him just how ready he was for the belt. He had his eyes on the prize.

He shook out again, his silk robe fluttering around his thighs.

Stay focused.

“Where the hell is Rufus?” Bobby complained. “We’re almost on.”

“Haven’t seen ‘im,” Victor said.

Benny added, “Got me.”

Dean didn’t turn around to look at them. He kept his eyes straight ahead on the curtain, ready and eager to step through it and into the ring.

That was until the other curtain to his right was swatted open and Rufus rushed through, breathing harried.

“Bobby, Bobby. We got a problem,” he panted.

Dean’s focus snapped to Rufus like a rubber band. He wheeled around.

“What problem?” Bobby demanded.

Rufus doubled over, hands on his knees to catch his breath. He shook his head and held one finger up to tell them to wait.

Dean’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes flashed to Bobby’s.

“Damn it, Rufus. Breathe faster,” Bobby ordered.

“The ref—Arty Nielson,” Rufus said, standing back up.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He’s not here. Had some kind of family emergency. The NBA brought in a sub.”

Dean wasn’t even in the ring yet, but he felt like he’d just been punched in the sternum. He remembered what Cas had said about Luc finding a way to rig the fight. But Cas was wrong. He had to be. Dean was supposed to prove that to him.

This had to be a coincidence.

“Balls,” Bobby huffed. “With who?”

“Some new kid,” Rufus answered. “Name’s Mackey.”

“And they’re just telling us this now?” Bobby said, like he was accusing Rufus of something.

Rufus flung out his arms. “Don’t shoot the messenger! I ran my ass back here the second I heard.”

Bobby grumbled something under his breath before looking up at Dean. There was doubt in his eyes and Dean’s heart skipped a beat, thinking he was going to call off the fight.

No way Dean was letting that happen.

“Okay, fine. So, new ref. Doesn’t change anything,” Dean said firmly.

“Changes something. We haven’t vetted him yet!” Bobby argued.

The MC’s voice boomed over the microphone, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, entering the arena… From Brooklyn, New York…”

“Too late now. We just gotta roll with it,” Dean said. He ignored the ice forming in his gut. He could win this, no matter who the ref was. Lee had promised a fair fight. Dean wasn’t going to stop believing him now.

“Your King of King’s County,” the MC announced, “Dean Winchester!”

Dean faced forward again and slapped on his most charming smile just in time for the curtains to pull back. Whistles and roars lifted up from everyone in the audience, from the people pushing toward him behind the barriers to the ones in the boxes and nosebleeds. Cameras flashed. Horn music blared from the orchestra.

Dean pumped his gloves in the air as he walked toward the ring. Men reached over the barriers to clap him on the back. Women stroked their fingers across his jaw and shoulders. Hats and roses were tossed in his path.

As he got closer to the ring, he spotted Crowley among the NBA officials in their ringside seats. The judges’ table was directly next to them, and the commentator’s table next to that. The radio stations had their set-ups just behind, where more of the press was corralled.

Dean got to the front row of the ringside seats behind his corner. Cas looked around from his seat on the aisle, his expression neutral while he clapped, as if he was just going through the motions. Next to him, Jo and Charlie seemed a lot more enthusiastic. Charlie pumped her fist in the air. Jo whooped.

Dean saw Sam’s massive silhouette beside them. Sam stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled before he resumed clapping. Dean could just make out Eileen’s figure behind him at the end of the row.

Jack and Kelly weren’t anywhere in sight, which was annoying, even if Dean had expected it.

Dean shot Cas a wink as he passed, which made Cas’ lips tighten fractionally. Glee thrummed through Dean in response.

He bounded up the steps and ducked into the ring, then fired the crowd up a little more by shadowboxing. Predictably, the entire place ate it up.

Dean caught sight of Layla all by her lonesome on Lee’s side of the ring. It was too bad she couldn’t have sat with the rest of their group. He smiled at her, and she put her hand over her heart to silently wish him good luck.

Soon, the music died down. Dean settled into his corner beside Rufus, Victor, and Benny.

The MC took the mic again and said, “And his challenger tonight at Carnegie Hall… From Queens, New York… Lee Webb!”

Applause filled the arena again, this time with some boos mixed in. The orchestra played a different but no less jaunty tune as Lee came through the curtain to bask in the fanfare. A few members of his team walked behind him. The spotlights strobed over them, revealing their faces in white light before sending them back into shadows.

When the lights circled back around, Dean spotted a face at the back of the group—and all the breath in his lungs left him. Suddenly, the only thing he could hear was the ringing in his ears.

In the spotlight, Luc’s grin was self-satisfied. His chin was held high, like he was already celebrating a victory. Then the lights moved again, and his face plunged back into darkness, leaving only his silhouette.

Dean’s body went numb.

[alessiathepirate]

Supernatural

A NIGHT IN MISSOULA: Nick x fem!reader

Summary: How it could've turned out if Nick wasn't completely alone...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I had to fix his storyline damn it, he deserved so much better!

Warnings: set in season 14, fluff (come on, my man deserves it goddamn it), mentioned death and violence, grief

•••

Her phone's screen illuminated the motel room again, for the fifth time in the last hour.

She lazily raised her head to look at it before laying her head back on the man's chest whose arms were holding her close to his body, as if he was afraid that she'll just disappear. She hugged him tighter, as if to tell him that she'd never go anywhere when she already had him.

Two missed calls from Dean, one from Sam and two from Cas.

Cas and Dean even left voicemails. It was a wonder they haven't made Jody or Donna look for her yet.

"I forgot to check in." she mumbled quietly, afraid that her voice alone could ruin the calm moment they were having - moments like these occured rarely. Very rarely, especially since both of their minds were full of unsolved issues, confusing emotions and grief. "I'll have to call them or they'll get a heart attack and send some hunters after us."

"You'll call them later." Nick's fingers ran along her spine, drawing invisible shapes into her skin here and there. "Please."

She smiled up at him, her heart feeling heavy from his last word alone.

Please - please don't leave; please stay; please, I need you. She felt the same way toward him. She needed him just as much as he needed her - to not go insane, to not break, to be able to enjoy and appreciate the simple things in life.

"They can wait, I suppose." she agreed and let her fingers run along the side of Nick's face and jaw. "We're a long way from home anyway. They wouldn't reach us in time."

They left months, close to a year ago.

Nick wanted justice, he wanted to find the man who murdered his family - and since she had her own demons to fight, her own people to grieve, she knew exactly how he felt.

Nick left first and she followed him, only leaving a short letter behind for her own family, what said 'I found a job - it's personal. Be back soon. Love you all.'. That 'soon' turned into weeks, then months. And as it turned out they needed each other more than the boys needed her.

She reached Delaware just in time to stop Nick from beating the truth out of Arty Nielson - and used that fake FBI badge of hers to figure out what the man saw that night.

After that it went easily. She posed as an FBI agent while Nick stayed himself, and together they were tracking the culprit who turned out to be a demon. Abraxas. They'll get the fucker in Hibbing in a day or two.

Thanks to her presence, Nick managed to keep his cool. He managed to keep his sanity. He managed to realize that there's still someone out there who cares. He managed to slowly, painfully slowly, let go of Lucifer and accept the fact that he found someone to love - who apparently loved him back.

"Y/N?" she looked at him again with a questioning look. "I never really said thank you for what you did for me."

"Nick--" she wanted to begin to argue; wanting to say that he has absolutely nothing to thank - her love and care for him was purely natural.

"No, please let me finish." he interrupted her as his left hand started to play with her hair. "I mean it. Thank you for everything. I'm pretty sure that without you I would've gone crazy. And you didn't have to care or help, I wasn't your responsibility. Sarah and Teddy's case wasn't yours to solve either. But you were there for me, you're still here for me and I just--"

She gently touched his face again.

"You were there for me too, Nick." it was her turn to interrupt him and prove him that she cared. "When I was still grieving my best friend, you were there." her heart still ached when she or anyone referred to Gabriel. "When Jack got sick and I was thousands of miles away from the bunker, you were there. I wasn't your responsibility either, and you are still here for me too."

Nick smiled at her - with a honest smile, without any sadness behind it; with a smile full of adoration.

"I love you, Y/N..."

She felt her heartbeat quicken and it felt like she was having an honest to God heart attack.

They were spending the nights together for a month now, sure. They were even kissing, holding hands and cuddling. They complimented the other's appearance. But saying those three words? That was new, completely new. It was something she knew she was feeling, but was afraid to put into words when Nick was still clearly in a dark place. She thought it might've been too soon.

She let the words sink in - she let them make her heart flutter. She even let them bring tears to her eyes.

"I love you too, Nick."

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and leaned forward so her lips were able to reach his.

Nick was holding her face between his hands as the kiss deepened. It was sweet, slow, full of love - both of them wanted to show the other that they meant what they've said, wholeheartedly.

By the time they broke apart, her phone was ringing again, yet in their happiness they both ignored it.

"Promise me you won't leave me." Nick was begging, pleading as he looked her in the eye. "Please..."

"I won't. Ever." she promised as she smiled down at him. "I'll never leave you."

His fingers were playing with her hair again, when her phone's screen turned on once more. Another missed call.

"Nick?"

"Yeah?" he seemed distracted as he explored every small, hidden detail of her face - her cheeks turned pink from the thought of him finding her beautiful.

"After we're done..." she began slowly, unsurely. "Will you come back to Kansas with me? To say goodbye?"

Nick's hands stopped their exploration as he looked at her - really looked at her - to see if anything was wrong.

"Goodbye?" he asked, confused. "Why would you say goodbye? That place is your home, you're a hunter and--"

"I'm quitting." she stated and there was a strange feeling inside her stomach as she said her thoughts out loud. "Ever since I met Dean I wanted to hunt and live the life he and his family had, but it takes so much... I love the boys and Cas and Jack, but I can't do it anymore." she smiled when Nick started to stroke her side in comfort. "You're my last case. And I want to enjoy the aftermath forever."

The truth was that she couldn't afford losing anyone else. She was sure she wouldn't survive that.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." she let out a small laugh. "And maybe we can have that 'apple pie life' close to the bunker in case those morons still need my help."

Nick kissed her again, this time with love and passion, and she gladly kissed back. Her hands disappeared in his hair and she was about to leave some of her marks behind on the side of his neck, when her phone began to ring again.

"Talk to them." he said after they unwillingly broke apart. "I'm not going anywhere."

She grabbed her phone with a groan and accepted Cas' call as she lay down next to Nick, grabbing his hand and drawing invisible shapes into his palm.

"Hey, Cas. Sorry I didn't pick up before, I was in the middle of something just now. Is everything okay?"

She was barely listening.

All she could think about was her last case and the man she was willing to give up hunting for.

And she really hoped her found family will accept her decision without wanting to beat the crap out of the man she loved...

[lesbxdyke]

I believe you may have accidentally named your cat after this character:

Which clearly means you cat is the John Wick of cats

Don't let it near any explosives.

Something tells me it will kill every crow, dog, or possum in a 10 mile radius.

I'm afraid I don't know that character but I will take your advice to heart!

Artie's full name is Arthur Odysseus Nielson, which (bar the middle name) is after Arthur Nielson from Warehouse 13!

A delightful old man who seems grumpy but actually really cares about... Well, everything and everyone!

(Odysseus is his middle name because he must have been on a hell of a journey in those 12 years he was missing!)

[follows-the-bees]

Day One Hundred and Ninety

Artie Nielson | Warehouse 13

Artie is both the flawed but there father figure/mentor but he's also the muttering under his breath, talking to inanimate objects comic relief. I'd talk to all the objects in the warehouse too, Artie.

This is a year-long commitment but I'm up for the challenge.

Characters aren't in a ranked order.

[itsalabaster86]

Finished Warehouse 13.  I think the finale was pretty much perfect.  It reinforced the love I have for each character (though some much more than others.....Claudia and Artie are the best). Don’t care one way or another  about Pete and Myka getting together.  I’m fine with just  their excellent friendship or a romance.  It was just good to see everyone happy and at peace.

[fardell24b]

Artifact in Lawndale

Artifact in Lawndale (Daria/Warehouse 13 crossover)

5 February 2011

Warehouse 13, near Univille, South Dakota

In the main Warehouse office Claudia Donovan was using Agent Artie Nelson's computer to design one of her inventions. Then an alert popped up. “Artie!” she called out.

“What are you doing there!” Artie called out as he entered the office and noticed Claudia at the computer.

“None of your business, but there is an artefact alert in a town to the north of Baltimore,” Claudia said as she stood up.

Artie took Claudia's place. “Of course it has to be there!” he said.

Claudia looked at the name of the town. “Lawndale? Sounds suburban.”

“As suburban as it sounds.”

“So, you've been there before?”

“Yes, there's something about that town which produces artifacts like a veritable factory.”

“So, send Pete and Myka!”

“No, two pairs of agents are required,  any less and they are somehow prevented from suceeding in their missions. We need four people.”

“Me?” Claudia asked.

“I have to stay here and be ready to answer your Farnsworth calls.”

“Ok...”

“And to keep an eye on 'Agent Wells'.

Claudia sighed.

Leena's Bed and Breakfast

“Lawndale, that's the place with the Big Strawberry,” Agent Myka Bering said.

“You've been there?” Agent Pete Lattimer asked.

“I was curious about the Strawberry,” Myka said.

“I've been there a few times, in the late 1890's,” Agent Helena G. Wells said.

“I imagine it has changed a lot in the last 110 years,” Claudia said.

“Of course it has, the map covers 10 times the amount of area that the village occupied at that time,” Helena said.

“So what did Artie say about the town?” Pete asked.

“That there is something about the town that produces artifacts like a veritable factory,” Claudia said.

“So, we go back to the Warehouse and find out about all the other Lawndale artifacts,” Pete said.

“Maybe there's something in common,” Myka suggested.

“No, Artie wants us to leave right now. Apparently a Lawndale Artifact needs to brought in within a certain amount of time,” Claudia said.

“We'll talk to Artie about it on the way,” Myka said. She went to start packing.

[singledarkshade]

Connections

Summary: Warehouse 13 agents deal with strange things all the time, but a man appearing from nowhere is a new one even for them. Part Five of Rip Hunter – Unstuck in Time and Space. Sequel to Unstuck In Time And Place, Under The Sea, A Mother’s Advice & Abydos Vacation. Authors Note: This is the first time I have ever written for Warehouse 13, so apologise if the characters aren't right. With thanks to the wonderful @theadrogna for her help in working out certain ideas for this story. Couldn't have finished this without you. Enjoy.                                 ********************************************* The Warehouse was quiet.

Claudia sat in the main office, drinking a cherry soda and eating the chocolate muffin she’d managed to smuggle in without Pete or Artie detecting it.

It had been a good week. They’d found several artefacts without any major near-death experiences or anyone being whammied in any way, shape or form. Claudia was sure it was a record.

“What are you doing?” the annoyed voice made Claudia smile as she turned to Artie who had arrived back from the Warehouse floor.

“Having a quick lunch before I get back to work,” she told him, raising her glass, “Oh grumpy one. You don’t want me fainting from hunger when wandering around the shelves and all those artefacts. I could fall and hit something…”

“Enough,” Artie snapped, “Finish your lunch then get back to work. Pete and Myka are due back soon.”

Claudia gave him a mock salute but before Artie could say anything a bright light filled the room making them both cover their eyes. The moment it faded Claudia threw herself out of her chair as a man suddenly stood just by the power grid access port. He was tall, well taller than her, he was wearing black denims, a white shirt, a leather jacket and a long brown coat. His hair and beard were light brown with streaks of blond as though he’d recently spent a lot of time in the sun. Taking a step closer, Claudia saw his eyes were almost fully dilated with a small circle of green surrounding the black. He took a step forward before collapsing to the floor unconscious.

The door opening behind them made Claudia and Artie spin seeing Pete and Myka arriving back from their mission.

Myka looked at the body on the floor before back to them, “What’s going on?”

 “We should probably get him off the floor,” Pete suggested as they all looked at the man lying unconscious in front of them.

“Grab his feet, Pete,” Myka ordered, sliding her hands under the man’s arms she counted to three and as they lifted in unison almost lost her balance.

Claudia caught her, “Do you need some help?”

“He’s just lighter than I expected,” Myka told her with a slight shrug.

They carried their guest to the couch and stood looking down at him thoughtfully.

“Where did he come from?” Pete asked finally, voicing what they were all thinking.

All eyes turned to Artie who shrugged, “I have no idea. I need to contact the Regents and get them to check into if anyething like this has ever happened before. Myka,” he continued, “Put the artefact away while Pete and Claudia keep an eye on him.”

Claudia continued to study the man as Pete grabbed his Tesla, Myka disappeared into the Warehouse and Artie headed to the B&B to talk to Lena then call the Regents.

“He looks…” Claudia started before shaking her head.

“Looks what?” Pete asked, as he pulled over a chair to keep guard.

Claudia frowned slightly, “For some reason he looks familiar, but I can’t work out why.”

“Familiar?” Pete stood again and began to study the man, “I don’t see it.”

Annoyance filled Claudia’s voice, she didn’t like puzzles she couldn’t solve, “I just wish I could work out…” she trailed off, “Never mind.”

Both jumped as a loud alarm blared from inside the Warehouse, Claudia dived towards the computer and frowned, “There’s something wrong in the restricted zone.”

“What?” Pete demanded.

Claudia frowned, “No information. Go, I’ll watch over him. Myka should be back soon.”

Handing her the Tesla, Pete ran out of the room leaving Claudia alone with their guest.

  Claudia stared at the man, desperately trying to remember where she’d seen him before. Sighing as it still was just out of reach Claudia sat back to wait, jumping slightly when the man moaned softly.

“Gideon?” he breathed.

Claudia leaned over finding he was still unconscious, spinning as a voice came from behind her.

“I’m here, Captain.”

Claudia stared in amazement at the woman standing there, petite with high cheekbones, storm grey eyes and a mane of chestnut hair. She moved over to the couch and knelt at the side of the man murmuring softly to him.

“Who are you?” Claudia demanded, annoyed when she was completely ignored by the woman who was watching their guest worriedly, “Hey,” she called, “You kneeling on the floor, who are you?”

The woman turned, confusion covering her face as she looked up at Claudia, “You can see me?”

“Of course I can see you,” Claudia snapped, the Tesla pointed at her head, “Who are you and how did you get here?”

The woman stared at her confused for a moment before she disappeared.

“What the hell?” Claudia cried.

“What?” Myka asked, running back into the office, “Claudia, are you okay?”

Staring around the office she frowned, “I’m not sure. There was a woman and she disappeared into thin air.”

“That’s not possible,” Myka laughed nervously, “Unless…”

Claudia gripped the Tesla tightly as they both scanned the room for signs of an artefact being used.

“Don’t see anything,” Myka murmured, “And I can’t smell fudge.”

The two women moved slowly round the room, Claudia finding the goo spray she had made and spraying the room, finding nothing.

The man on the couch moaned again and they spun back.

“He’s still unconscious,” Myka said, checking him.

Claudia sighed, “There is something really familiar about him. I wish I could work out what it is.”

“I think,” a familiar voice came from behind them making them turn to find Mrs Frederic standing at the door, “I can answer that.”

  Myka wondered if she would ever get used to the older woman just appearing the way she did but right now there were more pressing matters.

“Who is he?” Myka asked before Claudia could.

Mrs Frederic sighed slightly, “I’m not certain but he looks like Michael Carter.”

“What?” Claudia demanded.

“Who?” Myka frowned bemused.

Claudia turned to him, “Michael Carter was a Regent of Warehouse 12. He disappeared one day during an attack on the warehouse.”

“And he reappeared today,” Myka asked thoughtfully, “Why now?”

Mrs Frederic shook her head, “I’m not completely sure it is him, there’s something off.”

“Let’s put a pin in that, Claudia tell her about the woman,” Myka said.

“What woman?” Mrs Frederic demanded intensely.

Claudia grimaced, “He said a name and a woman suddenly appeared, called him Captain. When I asked who she was, she was surprised I could see her then disappeared.”

“Intriguing,” the older woman mused before asking, “What name did he say?”

Claudia frowned in thought for a few minutes before replying, “Gideon.”

“Gideon,” the man murmured softly again making all three women turn to look at him.

Mrs Frederic rested her hand on his forehead, “Let’s get him back to the B&B.”

Before they could make a move, Claudia’s Farnsworth began to ring, opening it they saw Pete looking worried.

“What’s wrong, Agent Latimer?” Mrs Frederic asked.

“The disturbance in the restricted zone,” Pete reported, “It’s…you need to see this to believe it.”

“Claudia,” Mrs Frederic said, “Stay here until we get back. Agent Bering, come with me. We’ll meet Agent Latimer.”

Myka nodded and squeezed Claudia’s shoulder before following the other woman out onto the Warehouse floor. Reaching the restricted zone, Myka saw her partner standing staring at something with a look of wonder.

“Pete,” she called, “What…oh my.”

There was a small piece of what looked glass sitting in the centre of the room, glowing brightly.

Mrs Frederic moved to her side, “Interesting. Both of you get back to the office while I lock this down. We need to move our guest to the B&B.”

Pete sighed, “And it was such a good day.”

                                  *********************************************

  Rip’s head was pounding. It felt like someone had tried to split it open.

As his mind started to focus again, he realised he was on a bed. Someone had removed his duster, jacket and boots before covering him with a sheet.

“Captain?” the familiar voice from his side made him sigh in relief.

Forcing his eyes open, he was rewarded with the sight of his Gideon watching him with concern.

“You’re here,” he breathed in relief.

“Of course I am, Captain,” Gideon smiled sweetly at him, “I have been so worried about you. I haven’t been able to find you for a long time.”

He sighed softly. He felt weak, like every bit of strength had been drained from him and it was taking all of Rip’s will to stay awake.

“I was not just in another universe, but it was another world,” Rip sighed, “I…”

“You were safe?”

Rip smiled and nodded, “I was fine.”

A frown covered her face, “You would have stayed there?”

“If you were there,” Rip confessed, “I may have. I was welcomed and able to be useful in their society.”

“Why did you leave?” Gideon asked softly.

Rip looked up at her and smiled slightly, “Because you weren’t there, and I need you.”

Gideon watched her Captain lose his battle against his need to sleep and slip back into unconsciousness.

  The next time he opened his eyes, Rip felt better. His mind was clearer and turning to look around Rip saw Gideon sitting cross-legged on the top of the chest of drawers watching over him.

“How do you feel, Captain?” she asked concerned.

Rip nodded, “Better.”

“Good,” she slid off and moved to his side to look in his eyes and check he wasn’t lying to her.

“Any ideas where we are?” Rip asked as he pulled on his boots before moving around the room and glanced out the window.

“I believe I can answer that,” a voice came from behind him making Rip spin.

Standing in the doorway was an older black woman, handsome in a green dress and jacket, her hair was pinned up and her dark eyes filled with intelligence.

“Okay,” Rip said softly, “And you are?”

She gave a slight amused smile before introducing herself, “I’m Irene Fredric,” before clarifying, “Mrs Frederic, and you are Michael Carter.”

Rip froze and could see Gideon looking as shocked as he was.

“How do you know that name?” Rip demanded hoarsely. He hadn’t been called that in many years, not since he’d chosen his true name. Only his mother called him Michael these days, only she had the right to do so.

“Breathe, Captain,” Gideon soothed from his side.

And you,” Mrs Frederic stated turning slightly, “Must be Gideon.”

Shocked Rip glanced at Gideon who was staring at the woman before he turned to her, “You can see her.”

Mrs Frederic nodded, “Of course.”

Rip looked at his best friend again before back at the strange woman, “That’s impossible.”

“Really?”

“Gideon is here through a telepathic connection we share,” Rip explained, “No one should be able to see her.”

Mrs Frederic shrugged, “Then it looks like the Warehouse is giving you a gift.”

“The what?” Rip asked, getting a little irritated by this conversation.

Mrs Frederic smiled at him, “Why don’t you get ready and come downstairs for something to eat. I’ll explain then.”

Without another word she left the room and Rip dropped to sit on the bed.

“Gideon?”

She sat at his side, “Mrs Frederic seemed genuine and it is likely there was a version of you in this universe that she has knowledge of. Not every Michael Carter would have been taken by the Time Masters of their universe.”

Rip nodded before shaking his head, “But how did she see you?”

“Go downstairs and find out.”

  Claudia sat with Myka and Pete, Leena was in the kitchen making lunch, Artie was still in the Warehouse while Mrs Frederic was talking with their guest.

“So, who is Michael Carter?” Pete asked finally.

“You said a Warehouse 12 Regent,” Myka noted thoughtfully.

Claudia nodded, “From what I know he was a street kid who snuck in and used to sleep amongst the artefacts. It made him connected to the Warehouse in a really unique way and he became the youngest regent that we know of.”

“So, what happened?” Myka asked intrigued.

“Not quite sure,” Claudia sighed, “The records say he disappeared while stopping an attack on the Warehouse but there is no information other than that.”

Pete shook his head, they all knew the dangers of working in the warehouse, “I wonder what made him reappear here today.”

“Something we all want to know,” Mrs Frederic said as she walked into the room, as all heads turned to her she gave a small nod, “He will joining us in a few moments.”

Before anyone could ask anything else, Myka’s Farnsworth began to buzz. She pulled it out and passed it across to Mrs Frederic.

“Yes, Arthur.”

“There’s another problem,” Artie’s harassed voice filled the room, “As well as our glowing bit of glass, the Warehouse is acting odd.”

“Odd how?” Mrs Frederic demanded.

A crackle of lightening appeared in the screen as Artie ducked, “It’s like it’s trying to find something. Or something is out of place.”

“Our friend upstairs?” Pete suggested.

“I don’t know but I’m locking things down for now,” Artie said, “We might not have much time to get this under control.”

  Pete frowned as he was distracted from the conversation, he’d had vibes all his life but nothing like the one he was experiencing now. Turning he spotted their guest walking towards the door, there was something off about this and, although he knew the man wasn’t a threat to them, his protective instincts were beginning to scream.

“Please,” Mrs Frederic said, motioning him inside, “Join us. This is Pete Latimer, Myka Bering and Claudia Donovan,” she turned to the team and introduced, “This is Michael Carter.”

“Actually,” the man spoke up, his accent was English reminding Pete of HG’s accent slightly, “It’s Rip, Rip Hunter.”

“And she is?” Claudia asked, pointing to a spot to the left of the man’s shoulder.

Rip frowned, “You can see her too?”

Claudia nodded while Myka and Pete shared a confused look.

“See who?” Myka asked.

“Interesting,” Mrs Frederic noted.

Myka and Pete looked at one another again before asking in unison, “What?”

“Mr Hunter is connected telepathically to a woman by the name of Gideon,” Mrs Frederic explained.

Claudia frowned, “So why can we see her but Pete and Myka can’t.”

Rip shrugged turning to Mrs Frederic, “You seem to have all the answers.”

Pete winced, seeing the other two do the same. No one talked to Mrs Frederic like that.

“I’m assuming,” Mrs Frederic replied sharply, reacting the challenge, “Due to your connection with the Warehouse, that Claudia and I share.”

  Rip grimaced and looked at Gideon who nodded in agreement.

“Alright,” he said, “We need to clear a few things up here and now. I was once called Michael Carter, but I have no idea what the warehouse you’re talking about is. I’m not from this universe,” he continued seeing the bemused looks, “I was a time traveller and trying to stop a time demon, I used the core from my ship against it. I am being transported through different universes because of that.”

“What?” the guy introduced as Pete asked.

“No way,” the youngest woman gasped, “Alternate universes.”

Pete turned to her, “Seriously? I see it comic books all the time but is it even possible.”

“You have encountered one yourself, Agent Latimer,” Mrs Frederic spoke up, “When you touched the upholstery brush of Philip Van Doren Stern and saw the world where you’d never been born.”

Rip really wanted to know that story but forced himself to focus.

“I am assuming that there was a version of me in this world,” Rip continued, “But our lives diverged at some point.”

“Captain,” Gideon spoke for the first time, “Perhaps you should check if they have found a shard of the time core.”

“Shard?” Claudia perked up instantly turning to Mrs Frederic, “What about a shard?”

Sensing his question had already been answered Rip replied, “It’s part of the core and how I’m being moved between universes. If I touch it, I will continue my journey home.”

“Then perhaps we should allow you to continue your journey,” Mrs Frederic noted, before adding, “After lunch.”

                                  *********************************************

  Rip got out the car and stared at the building in front of him, “Intriguing,” he noted, “You have this in the middle of nowhere and built into a mountain.”

“Wait till you see inside,” Claudia told him.

It was clear to him that these people were each other’s family.

Rip missed that feeling of belonging. Even though they were meant to work alone, he’d always been proud to be a Time Master and had believed for such a long time that he could call on any of them. He’d never gelled with the Legends the way that he should have but he knew that was mostly due to his own inability to let anyone in. When he first recruited them, he was trying to save Miranda and Jonas meaning nothing else mattered, when he finally admitted he’d lost them for good he was recovering from Druce’s betrayal and kept himself apart. Not knowing how to trust anyone in that way again.

Then the Bureau and all that had happened, the only one he still had was Gideon.

It made him wonder what would happen if he finally made it home.

Shaking himself Rip followed Pete inside, he’d been told to use their first names, other than Mrs Frederic and stalled as he looked at the corridor around him which seemed contradictory compared to the outside.

“Don’t touch the bombs,” several voices said to him.

Glancing at Gideon, Rip winced, he hadn’t been expecting that. Reaching the end of the corridor and the door, the entire aesthetic of the room changed.

“Good,” an older man appeared, “Things are going crazy down there.”

“Mr Hunter,” Mrs Frederic caught Rip’s attention, “This is Arthur Neilson, he oversees the team.”

“Artie,” the man told him.

Rip gave the older man a nod hello, surprised when a plate was shoved under his nose.

“Cookie?” Artie offered, “I have oatmeal and chocolate chip.”

Smiling slightly, he did have a sweet tooth, Rip took one of the oatmeal cookies.

Artie shook the plate, “Have a few.”

Glancing at Gideon, expecting a lecture about overeating things that were bad for him, he was surprised that she was across the room looking out through the windows and not paying attention to him.

“Thank you,” Rip grabbed another oatmeal and two chocolate chip cookies, “Before she notices, and I get in trouble.”

Claudia chuckled, as Artie looked a little confused.

“Oh yes,” he put the plate down, “Your invisible companion. Interesting.”

Rip ate his cookies, following the team out the door of the office and stopped in astonishment.

“Welcome,” Artie said, “To Warehouse 13.”

Rip let out an amazed breath at the size of the place before him, “That is much bigger than I expected.”

“Wait till you have to run through it,” Pete noted, walking past and heading down the stairs.

  Heading for the shard, Rip was even more astonished by how large this place was. He would love to spend time wandering through the shelves to see what was here. From what the others had said, Rip had gleaned there were some interesting items to be found.

Reaching their destination, the rainbow light show surrounding the shard made Rip gasp slightly.

“That is something,” Claudia noted.

Pete gasped, “That did not look like this earlier.”

“It appears Mr Hunter’s shard and the Warehouse have continued to interact,” Mrs Frederic said, “I believe this is why the Warehouse itself is reacting against it.”

“So, I touch it and take it out of the equation,” Rip stated stepping forward, “That will remove the problem.”

He heard the sounds of amazement when he began to glow the closer he moved to the shard, stalling when Gideon’s voice came.

“That will not help.”

Turning to where she stood at his side, Rip became aware that Artie, Myka and Pete were all staring at her.

“Gideon?” Rip frowned.

“That’s Gideon?” Pete asked, he turned to Myka, “Are you seeing her?”

Myka nodded not moving her eyes.

“Okay, that’s interesting,” Claudia noted, “Why now?”

Gideon smiled slightly before saying, “I apologise, Captain Hunter, but I am not Gideon. She has kindly allowed me to use the link you share with her and her form to speak with you all.”

“Oh my,” Mrs Frederic breathed.

Claudia let out a gasp, “You’re…you’re…”

“I am the Warehouse,” Gideon confirmed.

Panic filled Rip, “Where is Gideon?”

“I’m still here, Captain,” she assured him quickly, there was a shift in her tone which relaxed him as he knew it was Gideon speaking to him, “The Warehouse felt it would be easier to speak to everyone directly and I agreed.”

Mrs Frederic stepped forward, “This is quite an unexpected and wonderful development. To speak to the Warehouse like this.”

Gideon turned, “My dearest Irene, you have cared for me for so long. Unfortunately, it is not you nor my little Claudia who can help this time.”

“Me,” Rip instantly realised.

Gideon nodded, reaching out she rested her hand at his cheek, “Michael was very dear to me. I gave him a family while he learned how to speak to me in a way none of my other Regents have. He gave his life to protect all of us.”

“How can I help?” Rip asked softly.

She smiled at him, warm and motherly, so different from the cheeky and affectionate smiles Gideon gave him.

“Michael used the bracelet that belonged to an Egyptian slave girl,” Gideon explained, “To protect the entire Warehouse 12 from an attacker using a group of artefacts.”

“The bracelet for the slave girl who saved the Pharaohs daughter?” Mrs Frederic frowned in confusion, “That has always been strange as it would only ever settle here in the restricted section.”

Gideon turned to her, “Because it is still protecting the Warehouse. Michael’s energy is trapped within it, his spirit. Captain Hunter, you are another version of him. Your energy will help release him.”

A little nervously Rip nodded, “Then tell me what to do.”

“My dear Arthur,” Gideon turned to Artie who was staring at her, “Can you pass the bracelet to Captain Hunter?”

It took a second before he managed to tear his eyes away from Gideon. Putting on a pair of purple gloves Artie carefully lifted the golden bracelet from the shelf.

“When you touch the bracelet,” Gideon said to Rip, “You need to focus on here and now. Do not allow Michael to pull you in, you must draw him out. Let him know his job is done.”

Nervously, aware of the others watching him, Rip held out his hand for the bracelet.

  Flashes of memory filled his mind the moment the cool gold touched his hand, sleeping on the streets, starving and feeling constantly cold. Then there was a building that had a hole he was able to squeeze through. At first, he was going to steal whatever he could find but something stopped him.

Rip found Michael standing amongst the shelves of what he assumed was Warehouse 12, he was clean shaven and all in black.

“It’s time to let go,” Rip told the other version of himself, “They’re safe.”

“The Warehouse gave me a home,” Michael said softly, gently sliding his hands across the shelves in a manner similar to how Rip would caress the Waverider, “It gave me a purpose. I can’t abandon it when it needs protected.”

Rip frowned knowing he would not be able to persuade the other man to leave, unless…

“No, Captain,” Gideon’s voice came, “Offering to take his place is not what the Warehouse wants.”

“The Warehouse gave him a home,” Rip reminded her, “I don’t have that anymore. The Time Masters took my home with Miranda, the Legends took the Waverider.”

Gideon sighed softly, “You can’t take his place, Captain. Because it is not where you belong.”

“What happens when I get back?” Rip asked, before noting, “If I ever manage to.”

“I will be waiting for you,” Gideon reminded him, “Now, you need to help Michael know that he has succeeded, and it is time to move on.”

Nodding Rip turned back to the other man, it was unnerving looking at his duplicate, but he rallied.

“The Warehouse is protected,” Rip told him, “Look at them,” he managed to bring up the image of the group standing watching him, “They’re a family and they will take care of everything for you.”

Michael moved closer studying them, seeing something Rip couldn’t and smiled, “The Warehouse gave me shelter when I needed it. It gave me a purpose.”

“Now it wants you to have peace,” Rip said softly.

Michael stroked the shelves once more before he nodded, “Thank you.”

He turned and walked away, Rip watched him slowly disappear before he was gone, and he heard the Warehouse whisper through Gideon.

“Thank you.”

  “Mr Hunter?” Mrs Frederic concerned voice made him force his eyes open to find he was on the floor.

“Did it work?” Rip asked.

The stern woman gave him a smile, “It did. The Warehouse has returned to its calm state.”

“Thanks to you,” the Warehouse said through Gideon.

As he pulled himself off the ground, Gideon turned to the people watching.

“Peter, Myka,” she smiled at them, “Know that I appreciate all you do for me. Claudia,” she turned to the young woman, “You are brilliant but still young. Allow your elders to guide you and you will be fantastic.”

She turned to the older man, “My Arthur. There are no words for what you mean to me and I thank you for your devotion,” finally she looked at Mrs Frederic, “Being able to thank you like this has been a gift for me. Take care of them, the way you always have.”

Gideon stepped back and suddenly looked confused, “Oh, that was interesting.”

Rip moved to her, “Are you alright?”

“I am,” Gideon smiled at him, “And the Warehouse has given me a gift.”

“Which is?”

Her smile widened and Gideon stepped forward, her arms moving around him. Rip gasped as he felt her hold him. After a second he wrapped her in his arms, holding on tightly.

“I am always here for you, my Captain,” Gideon breathed in his ear, “And you will come home to me. I believe that.”

Tucking his head against hers, he held her tighter. Finally they parted and he turned to where the shard sat.

Although it was still glowing, it wasn’t as bright as it had been before.

“It’s time for me to go,” Rip breathed, he turned to the people standing there, “Take care.”

“You too,” Myka spoke up, as Pete, Claudia and Artie nodded.

Mrs Frederic took his hand, “I hope you make it home soon, Mr Hunter.”

He smiled back to her, “Thank you.”

Walking to the shard, seeing his hand begin to glow Rip glanced at Gideon before he touched the shard and light surrounded him once more.

[homicidal-lagamorph]

Leena: How are you feeling?

Artie: I have this headache that comes and goes....

Claudia and Pete: Hey Arty....? Dont be mad but-

Artie: There it is

[threeofeight]

Listen the TOS one I reblogged yesterday had me in stitches and all I could think of was a Bering and Wells version.

So who wants a quick shitty drawn and painted meme?

100% canon.

[abolynn]

Warehouse 13: The Board Game - Are you ready to experience a world of endless wonder? - http://kck.st/2wcaIdZ

Fun game not too late to get it. They have added H.G and McPherson.

[androgymagnus]

i need a gifset of artie recieving an apple from the warehouse in that last episode pls

[charity-angel]

Dude, I’m a Dude (1/?)

This is another of my testing-the-water things. I've never written a straight-up WH13 fic before, nor anything present-day. I haven't got a clear-cut plan for this. It was just a random thought that came from a different fic that's never got beyond the first couple of hundred words.

Read on AO3

“Dude, what the hell?!”

Myka snapped awake from her pleasantly drowsy slumber on hearing the strange shout from across the hall. Was that a stranger in the B&B? The voice was unfamiliar, and nearby. Maybe Claudia’s room?

Behind her, she felt Pete sit up, instantly alert.

“Pete? Myka?”

They exchanged glances and leaped out of bed. Pete had his hand on the doorknob by the time she managed to throw his bathrobe at him. Honestly, he had no sense of shame or modesty. Together they headed over to Claudia’s room: she was the only other person home, as far as they knew. Steve had intended to stay late to do some inventory work, which Myka suspected was a thinly veiled excuse to give her and Pete some alone time. Not that she was complaining: she and Pete were still in the first blooms of romance, and the Warehouse didn’t give them an awful lot of downtime.

“Claud, you okay?” Myka called, knocking softly.

“Myka, oh thank God. I, uh… help?”

Myka pushed the door open. From the timbre of the shouts, she had kind of known what to expect, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a shock to see a young man sat on Claudia’s bed, staring at his hands. His long, dyed red hair obscured part of his face, and Claudia’s little camisole and shorts looked positively ridiculous on him.

Behind Myka, Pete sighed. “What did you touch?”

Claudia shook her (his?) head. “Nothing! How could I? I’ve been here, sick, for the last two days!”

She had a point: for the last two days, Claudia had been sick with a stomach bug, and had not left the B&B. None of them had brought any artefacts home either, so Claudia couldn’t have touched anything that way.

Myka paused, her eyes wide as she thought quickly. “Okay. We’ll just, uh, go get some clothes on, and we’ll head over to the Warehouse, see if Artie has any idea what’s going on. Pete, you grab some sweatpants and a shirt for Claudia.”

Claudia gave her a wry smile. “Thanks, Myka.”

  .oOo.

  Artie and Steve rushed up to the office at Pete’s shout, their footsteps clattering loudly on the metal staircase from the main floor of the Warehouse.

“Pete, how much trouble could you have got into in the last two hours?” Artie grumbled as he burst through the door, Steve hot on his heels.

Pete stepped to the side so that they had an unobscured view of their latest case and gestured grandly.

Claudia chuckled despite herself. “Oh man, I hope we got that on camera,” she said, looking from face to incredulous face. “You’d think something completely nuts had happened.”

“Um, Claud? You did notice that…” Steve trailed off.

Claudia shrugged. “That I’m a guy? Yeah, but this is the Warehouse: this is practically everyday. I didn’t grow an extra head, or wings, just a cock.”

Artie blushed furiously and Pete giggled like the overgrown child he was. Myka was just glad that Claudia had relaxed enough to be making quips like that.

“I kinda grew some extra inches this way too.” Claudia grinned as she gestured up and down with her hand, indicating her height. Having been a reasonably tall woman, Claudia was now taller than Pete, and probably Steve too, by the looks of things since she could look Myka in the eye even in her heels.

Steve, for his part, still looked stunned. His eyes were still riveted on Claudia, taking in her new body. Artie, the voice of experience, was already looking at this like it was old news, the shock worn off, but Steve? If Myka didn’t know any better, Steve kind of looked like all his Christmases had come at once, but he was scared that if he blinked they would go away forever.

That actually made sense in a way, she realised. Steve and Claudia had settled into some kind of relationship that was easy-going, but it really would have been much easier had Steve been straight. Or had Claudia been a man. Not that she thought that everyone had to be paired off, but those two? Oh, this was about to get very, very awkward.

“So, Artie,” she said quickly, to try and draw everyone’s attention to her and back to the task at hand, “have we got anything that could have caused this? Or can reverse it?”

  .oOo.

  By the time the sun was rising, they were all exhausted, crabby, and nowhere near any revelations. There were no red flags from the Warehouse inventory system (which even Claudia had to admit wasn’t always completely reliable), and spot-checks on likely culprits didn’t turn up anything missing or flashing the dreaded “Attention Required” message either. Even neutralising each and every one of the usual suspects did nothing. Although they all sparked, being artefacts, Claudia stayed distinctly male.

“Go home,” Artie instructed them, throwing his hands into the air in disgust. “Get some sleep, then Claudia and Steve can go shopping: you can’t wear that for however long this takes.”

“Hey!”

“Artie’s right,” Myka soothed Pete. “Even if your clothes fit right, Claud could be stuck for a while. It’s right that she feels as comfortable as she can.”

“I need to figure out if I’m a boxers or briefs kind of guy,” Claudia added with a grin. “And, no offence, but this look just isn’t my bag.”

Steve cleared his throat quickly. “We’ll… um… hit town later on, see what we can find to fit you. How tall are you now, anyway?”

Claudia shrugged. “Not exactly been the most important question on my mind today.”

“We can eyeball it for you,” Myka offered, “and we’ll get some actual measurements later. It’ll look weird if you don’t know your size when you go. Steve, you’re six feet, right?”

He nodded, still slightly wide-eyed and stunned by it all.

“Come on then, Jinksie,” Claudia said, grabbing him and turning so they were back to back, flush against each other.

“Six… two?” Pete suggested, cocking his head to one side as he considered the difference.

“Looks about right,” Myka agreed. “Congrats, Claud: you’re now officially the tallest Warehouse agent.”

“Not a thing I was planning on achieving today but, hey, I’ll take it,” Claudia said cheerfully. “If I’ve got to be a guy, at least I’m doing in in… oh man, I’m gonna have to learn to shave, aren’t I?”

“One step at a time,” Artie said. “Now, LEAVE!”

[superkrl]

The Librarians x Warehouse 13

The other day I watched a few episodes of Warehouse 13 and today, I’m re-watching season one of the Librarians.

When it gets to the part where Eve first sees the Library, it reminded me of when Pete and Myka first see the Warehouse and it got me thinking. What if the Warehouse is part of the Library?

The Warehouse is an ever changing pocket dimension to hold artifacts too dangerous for the world. I find it completely possible that the two are connected and now I can only imagine Flynn and Artie interacting and how much eye rolling there will be between the two of them. And how the LITS and would get along with Pete and Claudia and how Eve and Myka would get along and keep everyone else out of trouble and/ or danger.

Now I really want a Warehouse 13 and The Librarians crossover

[queenofthewarehouse]

Open

Claudia stared at her friend in disbelief. At first she thought she was looking at a tree until she realized that the artifact they had been searching for had in fact turned her fellow Warehouse agent into wood. She poked the still figure repeatedly. “I swear, if this is an act, I’m going to bronze you and make you listen to Barney nonstop for a year.”

[asphyxiatedredherring]

Claudia and Artie working together ♡