Disclaimer: Nothing in Warehouse 13, Doctor Who, and Sanctuary belong to me.

A/N: AU/Crossover. This isn't a Doctor!HG fic but Helena if she were a quirky warehouse agent that's been there way before Pete and Myka joined. There are a lot of elements from DW and Sanctuary but I'd hope you enjoy the story regardless because I try to focus moreso on Myka and Helena. The timeline will start from Ep1 but take out the HG Wells storyline and move it around accordingly. So the world of endless wonders may include space and time. PM me or comment if you want me to continue!

PS. I don't have a beta but I'd love to have one! Let me know if you're interested~

The first day Myka was there, she didn't know what she was expecting. She had just wished for the impossible and as a result got a ferret. Now she was chasing said ferret around. This wasn't supposed to be how her life turned out to be. She was a Secret Service agent, not some artifact hunter on the world's most dangerous antiques roadshow.

"Come on, little guy, you're killing me here. Please come back." Myka was on the verge of tears. She was really getting reassigned. Without any plausible reason. She was a good agent. She deserved better. "Endless wonder, Mrs. Fredric says. God, what does that even mean?"

Out of a fit of anger, Myka kicked an unopened crate and that was when everything changed. The crate shook and shuddered in reaction before a piercing screech filled the air. Myka backed up into an aisle in shock as whatever was in the crate came to life. She screamed as a claw broke through and shattered the box. A large creature shook off the wood that landed on it.

"A gargoyle? Are you freaking kidding me?" Myka yelled as she looked at it before looking at her options to run. The concrete creature's joint grinded loudly as it outstretched its wings before pointedly stared at Myka with it's demonic red eyes. She was about to scream again as the gargoyle got ready to pounce, when she felt it. A hand clasped her left hand, she looked and saw another woman with impossibly black hair and pale skin.

"Run!" she yelled before dragging Myka off after her.

"What the hell is that thing?!" Myka yelled at the woman. "Who are you?!"

The woman didn't answer but that didn't stop Myka from wondering what on earth the woman holding her hand was dressed like. She was wearing black trousers with high boots and a dark blue blouse that was tucked into her trousers loosely covered by white vest. On top of her head rest a top hat that didn't quite make sense. There was loud crashing behind them followed by a loud screech.

They turned a corner and Myka used this opportunity to breathe. The woman next to her reached into her boot and pulled out a strange looking gun.

"What is that?!" Myka asked quickly as the woman turned a knob on its side.

"That darling," the woman began affectionately with a very prominent English accent, "is a gargoyle that has been constructed to protect the church from thieves and wrong doers but now it just might be on the verge of killing us." The woman took a breathe and looked at Myka with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry though, I've got it with this device. But if I miss, I-we-might possibly die."

"What?!"

"Myka?!" Pete yelled from down the aisle as he appeared with Artie.

"I'm okay!" Myka yelled in return.

"Helena?!" Artie yelled. Myka looked at woman next to her.

She didn't respond as she looked into the aisle to the oncoming creature. The black haired woman stepped into the aisle, pulled the trigger and held it there, a large crackling noise came followed by a large lightning bolt as soon as she released the trigger. Myka crouched down to the ground and covered her ears as a crashed followed soon after and the sound of cement making contact with cement came.

"Aces! I've stunned it. So hopefully, it should be down until we box it up again," the other woman said, crouching next to Myka and grabbed her hand to stand. "Leonardo's Gargoyle, nasty little bugger." She took off her top hat and pulled out a thin cylindrical looking device. It held a small blue light on top and she pressed it as she walked over to the gargoyle that was only a few feet away from them.

Pete and Artie reached them in a huff. Pete went towards Myka while Artie walked to the other woman, who was running the cylindrical device up and down the body before looking at it.

"You alright?" Pete asked with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, perfectly," Myka responded absently as she stared at the woman. "Who is that?"

"The electrical charge has rendered it dormant for now," the woman reported as she dropped the device back into her top hat and stood up. "We will need to keep it somewhere contained with an electrical barrier because it was only by chance that Warehouse 8 was able to capture it. Then, a lightning bolt had happen to strike the poor creature."

"Poor creature? It attacks anything that moves, Helena," Artie returned. "How did it even wake up?"

"Someone woke it up, clearly," the woman named Helena responded with sass as she walked back towards the Secret Service agents. She smiled at Myka before sending a wink. "These must be the new agents you've recruited, Artie." She stretched out her hand and Pete took it as he introduced himself

"Myka and not recruited, we will actually be transferring out soon!" Myka responded faster than she had thought she would as she grabbed Helena's hand. She tried not to stare at the woman too long, feeling her heart pounding inside of her. Myka didn't want to admit but whatever that woman did to the creature was amazing. Helena remained completely calm even as the gargoyle was hot on their trail. "What did you do to that thing anyways?"

"Shoot it," Helena responded with a joyful smile as she held up her gun. "Tesla's creation, a very modified edition though, I have to admit." She looked at it with great pride.

"Who exactly are you?" Pete questioned this time.

"Helena."

"Helena who?" Myka pressed.

"Just Helena," she responded with ease. She turned to Artie suddenly with excitement. "I have something for you!" She stretched out her arms and twirled around like a child.

"Is that-?" Artie reached out to tug at the hem of the vest.

"Yup! I just got back from Fort Lauderdale today, which is extremely far from Venice. I pulled it off some wanker in the knick of time because his partner was about to put a bullet into my arse. Poor sod." Helena let out a laugh before tugging at the bottom of the vest as well. "Can I keep it Arthur?"

"What?" Artie responded as though she was a child. Myka and Pete looked at one another. "You know you can't keep artifacts. Go add it to our inventory and take care of the gargoyle." He pushed her in front of him. "There's also a ferret on the loose." Helena responded with a wave acknowledging his orders as she sauntered off.

"And make sure you clean up after Agent Bering's mess, while she settles in!" Artie added quickly. Helena turned around and gave Artie a salute before continuing down the aisles. He turned to look at both of the agents.

"Sorry," Myka apologized as she looked at the ground with guilt.

The older man merely smiled before patting both her and Pete on the back. "Remember? I told you, this place was crawling with ferrets when I first arrived, I can assure you there were plenty of other artifact gone wrong stories I could tell you about. For now, however, Leena's Bed and Breakfast is down the road, so get yourselves settled in."

"Sweetie, I am home! Did you miss me?" They all heard Helena yelled into the warehouse as she patted one of the pillars.