Warehouse 13/NCIS: Good Advice
May. 27th, 2013 06:27 pmTitle: Good Advice (AO3)
Rating: G
Characters: Helena "H. G." Wells, Jimmy Palmer, Breena Slater
Prompt:
intoabar: Helena Wells walks into a bar and meets... Jimmy Palmer!
Summary: Helena is worried about Artie; she meets a guy who turns out to be a good listener.
Author's Notes: This is set during the first half of season 4 of Warehouse 13 and after season 9 of NCIS. Contains some spoilers. The entire fic is from H. G.'s perspective, so canon knowledge of NCIS is not necessary. Includes Jimmy's relationship with Breena and H. G.'s with Myka, but neither is the focus of the fic.
Helena walked down the street with a sigh. Sometimes artifact hunting was a chore, a drag, a pain. No wonder the Warehouse agents usually did their hunting only when there were sightings; with no clues to go on, no one apparently using the artifact to do strange things, there was nothing to do but search out obscure mentions from minor writings, and comb the world.
It wasn’t as though she was in a hurry at the moment, though. In fact, she rather had a feeling that she shouldn’t hurry, should take as long as she could manage to find this particular dagger. True, Artie had asked her particularly, and she felt a peculiar loyalty to the crotchety, brilliant man who had so recently completely turned around in her opinion of her. But there was something odd about the request, and she wanted to turn it around in her mind some more.( Read more... )
Rating: G
Characters: Helena "H. G." Wells, Jimmy Palmer, Breena Slater
Prompt:
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Summary: Helena is worried about Artie; she meets a guy who turns out to be a good listener.
Author's Notes: This is set during the first half of season 4 of Warehouse 13 and after season 9 of NCIS. Contains some spoilers. The entire fic is from H. G.'s perspective, so canon knowledge of NCIS is not necessary. Includes Jimmy's relationship with Breena and H. G.'s with Myka, but neither is the focus of the fic.
Helena walked down the street with a sigh. Sometimes artifact hunting was a chore, a drag, a pain. No wonder the Warehouse agents usually did their hunting only when there were sightings; with no clues to go on, no one apparently using the artifact to do strange things, there was nothing to do but search out obscure mentions from minor writings, and comb the world.
It wasn’t as though she was in a hurry at the moment, though. In fact, she rather had a feeling that she shouldn’t hurry, should take as long as she could manage to find this particular dagger. True, Artie had asked her particularly, and she felt a peculiar loyalty to the crotchety, brilliant man who had so recently completely turned around in her opinion of her. But there was something odd about the request, and she wanted to turn it around in her mind some more.( Read more... )