A/N: I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I've been quite busy with school, work, and taking care of everything else like this storm that's hitting the East Coast of the U.S. I hope you like this chapter and everything becomes much more clear 3 Enjoy 3 ~ExtraordinarilyxInsane 3

The team was in the car, although they didn't know where they were headed. H.G. was in the front seat with Pete, but Claudia had a Tessla pointed at the British woman to be sure nothing bad would happen.

"Please," Helena pleaded again. "Please don't do anything that would hurt the mission here."

"MISSION?" Pete yelled. "You're risking the life of another agent and it's Myka of all people! How can you say that? She was the one that stood up for you when no one else would and you're all for selling out her life here? You disgust me."

Helena's eyes became watery as if she was going to cry. Pete saw, but he knew he had meant every word he said. How could he think anything else of this woman? Myka was the only one who stood up for Helena and believed in her when no one else would. She cared for Helena and had actually considered her a friend, yet here her "friend" was sending her to her death. Pete couldn't even fathom how Helena could live with that fact.

"Please pull over," Helena asked in a demanding tone.

Pete refused and kept driving. He had no idea where he was going, but all he knew was he had to save Myka's life. It seemed as if she didn't even know any of them, which was kind of expected since they knew Alice had the Janus coin. The thing Pete didn't really get was the little girl. Myka had called her Cassandra, hadn't she? What was that about? There were just small parts Pete couldn't piece together for some odd reason. It was too much.

"Don't you think I know that?" Helena asked Pete. "Do you not think I would give up anything to change it and save Myka's life? We always lose agents. It's the way this job goes. I've lost friends in my time, even family to the point where I knew I couldn't go on anymore, but there was nothing I could do then and there's nothing I can do now. There's nothing you can do now."

"There is something I can do," Pete replied confidently.

"What is that?" Helena asked. "Risk your life to save the woman you love? Risk yours and every Warehouse agent's life for one person? Would you really die for her and take Claudia and Steve with you?"

"Yes," was all Pete said.

Myka didn't scream or cry out when the blindfold was removed from her face. It was dropped to the floor by the person who was standing behind her, although she still had no idea who it was. They were all careful not to talk around her in case she recognized their voices, but that didn't mean Myka wasn't curious. Footsteps had echoed on the wooden floor indicating more people were behind her than one, but she couldn't and dared not to turn her head. They were trouble and that was enough for her to stay as calm as possible.

Whispers could be heard coming from behind her, but she still couldn't tell who the people were that had taken her and Cassandra. Cassandra was nowhere to be seen in this room and it scared her. Myka was suppose to be in charge and a parental figure to Cassandra, but how could she when she couldn't protect her? It was taking them too long to speak or recognize Myka, so she decided to speak up herself. The worst thing they could do is kill her, but she had a feeling that they would do that anyway.

"Where's my daughter?" Myka asked. She heard shuffling behind her, but no one spoke, so she asked again. "Where is Cassandra?"

"Myka," a voice she had in fact recognized somewhere in her mind. "Cassandra isn't available right now. I think instead of worrying about her you should worry about yourself right now."

Myka knew she wanted to cry, but she also wanted to be strong. It wasn't like her to give into weakness in a stressful moment, but for some reason she wanted nothing more than to break down. Tears swelled in her eyes and she had to fight to hold them back. When someone forcefully pushed Cassandra through the door in front of her, she couldn't hold her tears in any longer.

"MOMMA!" Cassandra cried and started to run to Myka. The man who pushed her through the door grabbed her arm and held on tightly to be sure she wouldn't get any closer. As he did, it seemed as if no one but Myka saw a tiny gold coin fall out of the little girl's pocket and roll onto the floor.

Myka's cheeks became red and her breathing became heavy. Sniffles escaped her, but no one was paying attention to her. All eyes were on the little girl. Some people stepped out in front of Myka and held out guns pointed in her direction.

"No!" Myka yelled as she stuck her foot out and tripped one of the men over. When he fell, his gun went off and sent a bullet flying into the chest of the man who was holding down Cassandra. He fell to the floor in a thump and Cassandra ran away from him, heading towards Myka. The other men looked at each other not knowing what to do and didn't pay much attention to Cassandra who seemed to pick something off the floor and run to Myka. When she reached the older woman, she threw her arms around Myka and slid something into her palm while whispering something in her ear. It took three men to pull the little girl off of the older one and pull her far away enough. They still had their guns out and no longer seemed phased by the death of their co-worker.

Myka looked at the scene, but was hardly paying attention to it. Cassandra's voice played in her head over and over again when she whispered two words that slowly began to make sense.

"I'm sorry," the four year olds voice kept saying as if on repeat. Memories began flashing back in a sequence that made no sense to Myka, but the memories made sense. She saw herself and the others. She saw herself with Pete in the Warehouse making jokes and laughing along with Artie. The next memory she had was finding Artie in Josh's old laboratory as they were trying to save Josh and Claudia. Helena was an unexpected twist in their lives as she was introduced by McPherson who planned on using H.G. to his advantage. Steve came in next when Myka decided to leave, but everyone said they didn't need a new partner. They had all eventually became close, even H.G. Wells who had tried to kill them multiple times.

It was then that things became clear. She remembered that Alice had escaped from the Warehouse and then everything that had happened since that. She had even remembered Alice plea in another abandoned Warehouse and Myka looked at the little girl in front of her.

The men in front of her stopped and looked behind her as if looking for approval. She knew there was still just one more person there and she knew who from her memories who it was due to the voice of the person who spoke to her earlier.

"Artie," her voice rang out as clear as could be. The men in front of her looked at her like she was crazy, but she ignored them. She had been getting a lot of those looks lately and getting them from complete strangers was nothing unusual. "I know it's you."

Footsteps sounded, echoing like death through the room. Myka dreaded seeing the man's face, but he stepped out in front of her, searching her eyes as to the secret behind her miraculous recovery. When his eyes showed he didn't have an answer, Myka gave herself up and dropped the Janus coin to the ground. He slowly bent down to pick it up and when he stood, he pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

"Ah," he said, finally realizing the secret. "The girl had it and when she ran to you she put it in your hand."

Myka nodded and everyone else behind him stood in wonder. Everyone except Alice, who was wondering where this would go. Myka had her memories back, so would her fate still be the same as Alice? Were they really going to kill this little girl who had caused so much crime for such an innocent cause? Myka really wouldn't doubt it.

"Myka, dear," Artie said, taking a step forward. He looked worried, ashamed of what was going to happen and hurt in another way that made no sense to Myka until he spoke his next sentence. "This would have been easier had you not remembered everything."

"Artie, please," Myka whispered her plea, but he took a step away from her and turned his back, his attention focusing on the little girl being held back. Artie didn't seem fazed from Myka's plea and took steps toward the little girl. No more than three steps towards Alice and there was a crash from behind Myka. She wished desperately that she could see behind her, but it was impossible. It did nothing but leave rope burns along her wrists as she wiggled between the tightness.

Before she knew it, a bolt of blue electricity that had been present in the hospital flashed past her and struck Artie and another on the other side that struck one of the men holding the guns. Claudia came rushing past Myka and began hand-to-hand combat with another, knocking him on his back with a roundhouse kick. Steve came rushing past and helped Claudia while another team member reached behind Myka and untied her.

When she turned around, she was face to face with Pete, who placed his hands on her cheek and kissed her fully on the lips. Myka could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, but she didn't want to pull away. He just saved her, but not only that; she loved him. She realized that he had risked his life to set out to save her and had even when she didn't remember who he was. He had never given up on her and it made her feel wanted. It made her feel desired.

"Artie!" Myka exclaimed as soon as the kiss broke off. Pete looked confused.

"Not exactly what I thought you would say," Pete said in a tone that hinted at his disappointment. "I mean it may not have been the best kiss, but…"

"No!" she almost yelled, turning around. The men that held guns were on their back and Steve and Claudia were now holding onto Alice tightly by her shoulders. "He was here. He was the one in charge of all of this. Where did he…"

"Go?" a female voice said from behind them all. Helena stepped through the area that the rest of the team had come through. It appeared as if the team used a laser and cut through the slim wall and pushed it through quickly, but how did the men holding her not notice? It had to have happened quickly for them not to notice.

As if she could read her mind, Claudia stepped forward after making sure Steve could handle Alice and motioned Myka's attention to a new device she had made.

"I haven't named it yet," she told the older woman who was attempting to soothe her wrists by rubbing them lightly. "It produces a laser already in a circle to break into places. Pretty nifty huh?"

Myka didn't answer. Her attention wasn't on Claudia, but instead on the other agent who had seemed to turn against them. Helena had a Tessla pointed towards the team and Artie was right beside her.

"Hand over Alice," his voice seemed to echo through the room. "Myka too. Then we'll go. Leave you alone."

Helena looked at Pete then turned her attention to Myka. Myka looked at Helena with betrayal written all over her face. It stabbed Helena in the heart to see her best friend thinking that way, but there was really nothing she could do. Helena told the Regents she would help with the capture of Alice and anyone who stood in the way. Now the entire team was standing in her way. It hurt to see Myka like this, but would she have to give up her entire team? Would she have to give up her entire family? Could she do it?

Helena shook her head.

"I can't," her voice rang out in a song-like manner. Artie looked to the woman to his left and gave her a questioning look. She shook her head again and stepped toward her team, her gun still raised. She felt hurt when they all took a step away from her, but she turned around and pointed her gun at Artie.

"If the Regents want to kill Myka, they'll have to kill me as well," Helena said, finally realizing what the right thing to do was. "Good luck trying."

Pete saw Helena's change in heart and stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"And me," he stated with a stern look on his face.

Claudia and Steve both stepped up to Helena and Pete and chided in that they too would have to be killed before they could lay a hand on Myka, not really paying any attention to Alice. It was rather surprising when Alice stepped up as well.

"You'll have to destroy me too," she spoke. "Good luck doing that. I believe you have tried before and it almost ended with just about everyone in this room being possessed and almost killed."

Artie's face went white.

"H.G.," he began. "You're suppose to help."

"Not at the price of losing my family," she stated. "These are also your agents. Do you not care about them? Why would you want to kill them? They're your family too."

Artie took a step forward.

"Do you not think I know that?" he said with a quivering voice. "They are my family, but I have orders."

"You would listen to orders to kill your family?" Myka said, pushing through the pile of friends that separated her from her mentor. "I never would have pegged you for that type."

"You don't understand," he replied to Myka, shaking his head.

"I don't understand what?" she responded with throwing her hands up in the air. "I thought you were a friend. You don't understand. My father was hardly there for me growing up. I considered you…"

She paused. She couldn't take anymore of this and tears began to fall down her rosy cheeks. She brushed her hair out of her face. Pete stepped up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist and again she felt perfectly safe, but she knew what she had to do to really break through to Artie. Instead of falling back against Pete, she moved out of his arms and took a step forward.

"Kill me," she said lifting her arms straight out from her body. She appeared as Jesus did on the cross, but that didn't matter much. "Leave them alone and kill me if you want. But… I know you. I don't think you could kill me. You think of me as family. Could you kill your own family?"

Artie said nothing, but his arms went behind his back. He knew if he hurt Myka he wouldn't be getting out of here alive, but he hoped Alice wouldn't either. He didn't want to hurt Myka, but he wanted the little girl. Alice was something that couldn't be allowed in society. She was a murderer and didn't think about the actions as a normal human being did. If anything, she should be locked up in an asylum, but would these people really do that? He knew they wouldn't. They would have no choice but to kill her. He knew what he had to do.

When his arms came out in front of him, he had a gun in his hand, which he aimed and fired. Bullets ricocheted off the walls and the noise echoed making some people cover their ears. It was Helena who reacted. She whipped out what looked like her Tessla and shot, only it wasn't electricity that shot out. Next thing the people in the room knew was Artie had fallen onto the floor. The team didn't know if he was dead, but they did know that it was bullets that came out of Helena's weapon. Death was all around the room, so why wouldn't he be dead?

Myka was the first one to move as she stepped up to Artie, knelt down, and checked his vitals.

"He's alive," she said with a sigh of relief. Other sighs escaped from her team behind her and they stepped up. Alice was also among them. Artie wasn't dead, but instead unconscious on the floor. How did things get this far? They could have lost everything, but instead it was only the beginning. What would happen now?

No one got a say as Helena quickly turned her weapon to Alice, who stood motionless.

"Where's the mirror?" Helena asked. "We can trap you in that. I was told how."

Alice nodded and held up the shard, but began to speak.

"It wouldn't do you much good though."

"It will," Claudia said as she took the shard from Alice and took another step back quickly. "We can save the little girl you're possessing."

Alice said nothing, but only shook her head.

"What do you mean?" Pete asked taking a step forward.

"It's been too long," Myka said, taking a step towards Alice while everyone was stepping back. "You've been there too long. The trace of the girl…"

"Is gone," Alice said nodding. "So, do what you want to me, but you can't save the girl."

Pete, Helena, Claudia and Steve all bowed their heads in disappointment, but Myka spoke up.

"I know what to do," she said walking back to the chair that she was tied in. She bent down and picked up the Janus Coin. She was going to give Alice what she wanted as well as herself. All would be well then. Of course she would have some loose ends to tie up, but it would be for the better. The Regents and Artie wouldn't have a say in the matter. Maybe one day Myka would be able to tell them, but for now…

She looked at Pete who looked shocked, but he looked back and forth between Myka and Alice, knowing that it was what they both wanted. It was what they both needed. So he did nothing but nod.

One Year Later…

Myka and Pete walked along the beach shore. They were on a vacation from the Warehouse and they were enjoying it. A rented cabin along the shore of France was about a mile ahead and they were just walking, allowing the water to brush up on their bare feet. They're eyes were travelling back and forth between each other and the little girl who was trying to throw herself against the waves of the ocean. She was laughing, not trying to hurt herself, but having a good time. Nothing would ruin this moment.

"Cassandra!" Myka called out, trying not to laugh. "Please be careful."

"Oh she's fine," Pete said.

After he spoke, he dipped Myka down and kissed her passionately, never wanting to lose the woman he loved or the little girl he had come to know and love. Alice was no more in one way, but in another, she was completely remade. She still carried her personality, but it wasn't the way it was before. It was the personality of a loving, carefree child she was before she saw her mother killed. She was an amazingly smart girl, who knew nothing but the past year of her life in which she had been living as Pete and Myka's daughter. She didn't know that she wasn't really their daughter, but they suspected they would tell her in the future. She was well known around the Warehouse and maybe in the future she would become a Warehouse agent just like both her parents.

The little girl smiled and waved to the couple walking down the shore, but her attention turned to the sunset and the mixture of pinks, purples, reds, oranges, yellows, and blues in the sky.

"Mommy, daddy, look!" she exclaimed, pointing to the horizon. They both looked and looked at how happy she was. At that moment, neither could say they made the wrong choice one year ago, but at this moment they both knew…

Anything was possible and the future held an unknown amount of mysteries.

The End