I apologize if its too short- I had homework a paper due on H.G. Wells. So to celebrate my 3pg paper I'm writing a Pete is gay fic. But there's no good guys to pair him up with in the show. So I'm making up one! I know. Bad of me.

"Sooo, we really aren't the only warehouse agents?"

"Of course not Myka. Do you really think we would let only seven or eight people take care of artifacts?"

Mrs. Frederic sat on the sofa drinking tea. Leena sitting next to her. Artie sat on the other side of the table perplexed as to why he didn't even know this. Claudia sitting on a chair in the back of the room, her legs up on the chair biting her nails. Myka stood next to the doorway with her hands on her lips. H.G. sat on the other side of Artie, enjoying this new bout of information. While I sat on a chair next to Stevie leaning over the seat, my hands in my hair.

I simple couldn't believe it. There were other agents. Back ups. More experienced senior agents. Who studied to become Warehouse agents. We were the field agents, yet they were more qualified to be in our positions. In fact they would be in our positions. They've studied and worked to become agents. They had better skills than us. They just haven't done any actual field work. They will come in, pretty much take over our jobs and we'll be the instructors to the 'recruits'. we will be thrown away, like we did nothing in the first place. Unless we could convince the agents that were coming that we were good enough to stay. Which wasn't likely. At least that's what Mrs. Frederic told us. That we had no chance. We would be replaced without a seconds thought. And there was nothing she or any of us could do about it.

Short yes. But it's a good concept right? Other agents. What is our favorite agents gonna do about it though?

~ikki~