Ever since she had been debronzed, Helena was looking for something. She knew that. At first, all she wanted was to go back to the Warehouse, to have her home again, to be comfortable again. When she got back, however, it wasn't the same. The Warehouse in Univille, though still distinctly Her, was so different than the Warehouse in London. It might have been the difference in Caretaker, (Josephine was ever-so-different than Mrs. Frederick) or it might just be as simple as things move on in a hundred plus years.
As she went on cases and settled in to normal Warehouse life, things just kept getting worse. She liked Artifact hunting, but the hole in her emotions and her life just kept getting bigger. She started pulling away from the team, pulling back into her own thoughts and feelings. On the outside, however, she was the same cheerful and flirty Helena as she always was. If there was one constant in her life, it was that. She was ever-so-good at making people think everything was alright.
It started out like any other week, Pete still flailing about that girlfriend of his, (really, darling, she's not even your type) and asking questions that elicited dry wit from her, awkward faces from Claudia, and amusement from Myka. As Mrs. Frederick appeared to talk to Pete, she left with the other girls. A moment passed, and Pete started shouting for help. As she came running back into the office, she just had a feeling that something was off, something more than Mrs. Frederick not feeling well. Claudia's computer pinged, and she felt a small shiver tingling at her back. Archaeology students were being spontaneously mummified in Egypt. No. It couldn't be.
A flurry of motion and energy later, she, Pete, and Myka were knocking on a door in Pittsburgh, the mother of one of the mummified students. The students were on a dig with their school, but the student's mother always thought it was odd that such an important dig was so well-funded by such a small school. Her son had mentioned something about a mysterious sponsor, and she didn't ask too many questions, as he was happy, excited, and until she heard the news, doing well. As the woman spoke, Helena's mind wandered, taking in the rest of the house.
Helena's heart jumped for a moment when a young girl walked down the stairs and into a side room. (No, she looks nothing like her. That's over. ... is it?) Following her, Helena talked to her for a moment, then noticed a picture on the girl's laptop screen. Calling for Myka, she had a long moment of... something that she didn't want to think about. Emotions that had been many years dormant, thoughts that she had supposedly put to bed. Egypt. Those specific symbols. It couldn't be. The rest of the time they were in Pittsburgh was a blur, Helena lost in her own thoughts. By the time they got back to the Warehouse, it wasn't a surprise when Mrs. Frederick noted that the students had found Warehouse 2.
As she shuffled out the door with Pete and Myka yet again, that creeping feeling came back. Something was going to happen, and Helena wasn't exactly certain if she was going to be able to stop whatever she was going to do.
As she went on cases and settled in to normal Warehouse life, things just kept getting worse. She liked Artifact hunting, but the hole in her emotions and her life just kept getting bigger. She started pulling away from the team, pulling back into her own thoughts and feelings. On the outside, however, she was the same cheerful and flirty Helena as she always was. If there was one constant in her life, it was that. She was ever-so-good at making people think everything was alright.
It started out like any other week, Pete still flailing about that girlfriend of his, (really, darling, she's not even your type) and asking questions that elicited dry wit from her, awkward faces from Claudia, and amusement from Myka. As Mrs. Frederick appeared to talk to Pete, she left with the other girls. A moment passed, and Pete started shouting for help. As she came running back into the office, she just had a feeling that something was off, something more than Mrs. Frederick not feeling well. Claudia's computer pinged, and she felt a small shiver tingling at her back. Archaeology students were being spontaneously mummified in Egypt. No. It couldn't be.
A flurry of motion and energy later, she, Pete, and Myka were knocking on a door in Pittsburgh, the mother of one of the mummified students. The students were on a dig with their school, but the student's mother always thought it was odd that such an important dig was so well-funded by such a small school. Her son had mentioned something about a mysterious sponsor, and she didn't ask too many questions, as he was happy, excited, and until she heard the news, doing well. As the woman spoke, Helena's mind wandered, taking in the rest of the house.
Helena's heart jumped for a moment when a young girl walked down the stairs and into a side room. (No, she looks nothing like her. That's over. ... is it?) Following her, Helena talked to her for a moment, then noticed a picture on the girl's laptop screen. Calling for Myka, she had a long moment of... something that she didn't want to think about. Emotions that had been many years dormant, thoughts that she had supposedly put to bed. Egypt. Those specific symbols. It couldn't be. The rest of the time they were in Pittsburgh was a blur, Helena lost in her own thoughts. By the time they got back to the Warehouse, it wasn't a surprise when Mrs. Frederick noted that the students had found Warehouse 2.
As she shuffled out the door with Pete and Myka yet again, that creeping feeling came back. Something was going to happen, and Helena wasn't exactly certain if she was going to be able to stop whatever she was going to do.
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