Okay everyone, this is the last chapter for this story... I will be moving on to the next one, within the same universe, meaning the same characters, as well as new OC's.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. There needed to be a change in order to move forward and give me a little room to try different things.

Enjoy!

"Where is she?" Myka was pacing back and forth through Artie's office, Helena sitting patiently in a chair near by.

"Darling, she'll get here when she gets here." Helena sighed, sitting back into the chair, shaking out her hair. "Besides, she can't say no Myka..."

"I can't?" Mrs. Fredric popped out behind Helena, slowly swiveling the chair she sat in around to face her. "Now ladies, is there a reason you've called for me?"

"Mrs. Fredric..." Myka started nervously, her nerves instantly clamed when Helena stood and walked to her, putting her arm around her waist. "We need to talk to you about Sarah."

"Yes, how is she doing? She has a birthday coming up soon doesn't she?" Both women nodded, Helena squeezing Myka's waist a little tighter. "So?"

"Well, you see we were hoping that one of us could make Sarah our one." Helena said quickly, trying to get it out before nerves could shake her voice.

"You want to share the secrets of the Warehouse with your daughter?"

"Yes, and soon." Myka looked into the woman's questioning gaze. "There was an incident and she was confused. Mrs. Fredric, Sarah needs to know. She deserves to know where she came from."

"Tell me agent Bering, what happened?" The caretaker took a seat in Artie's chair as Myka recounted the event that had taken place only a few weeks before.

...

"Mummy! Over here!" Sarah ran to the store window, looking right past the pretty dolls to the model cars and planes. "Can I get one for my birthday?"

"Yes darling you can. Let's see if we can get your mamma to buy one today and we can put it together when we get home."

The little girl nodded, taking Helena's hand and yanking her towards the coffee shop that Myka was in.

"Darling!" Helena and Sarah found themselves in line next to Myka, about to ask her if they could buy the model toys when someone behind them interrupted.

"Excuse me, is this your little girl?"

"Yes." Myka politely answered the woman behind them.

"Who's her mother?" The woman took in the child's features realizing she looked a little like both women.

"We both are." Helena said, not as politely as Myka would have, causing the woman to take a small step back.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't tell who the biological mother was, she looks so much like the both of you."

Helena's fists began to clench, when she felt a tug on her shirt.

"Mummy?"

She looked down into Sarah's gaze, completely confused. "Yes my love?"

"What does she mean? You're my mummy and mamma is too." Sarah looked between her parents and the woman standing behind them, who was now practically out the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

"No. You didn't." Helena said, her glare ripping through the now vanishing woman. "Myka." She whispered, turning toward her wife.

"I know." Myka took Helena's hand and picked up their daughter in her free arm. They walked outside and sat down on a near by bench.

"Mamma? What did that lady mean?" Sarah shimmied off of Myka's lap and between her parents, resting one arm on Myka's thigh and the other on Helena's, pulling them closer to her.

"Well sweetie..." Myka tried desperately to think of a way to sugar coat this explanation; Sarah was too young to understand, but she saw their little girl trying desperately to figure it out on her own and knew that she would be able to take it in and understand it eventually.

As always, Helena read Myka's mind, jumping in and saving the day once again. "Darling, normally it isn't possible for two women to have children together."

"Normally?" The way Sarah picked up on the smaller details always made her mother's smile. "So we're not normal... because you're my mum and you're my mamma."

"Yes love. We're not normal, and you belong to both of us." Helena kissed the top of Sarah's head.

"Sarah, you are so special. You're not like anyone else." Myka looked at Helena, the two women going through a silent conversation above their daughter's head.

"How? How am I special?"

"You come from a very special place darling, a magical place." Helena paused, feeling her heart swell with a mixture of emotions. "Maybe you'll be able to see it one day love."

"My birthday?"

"We'll see." Myka jumped in, saving Helena from having to dissappoint their daughter.

...

"So you want to bring her into the Warehouse because she needs to know how she was made?"

"Mrs. Fredric, it's so much more than that. She needs to know where she came from, where her mother's are running off to and why. This place is going to put her in danger someday and when that day comes, we want her to be ready. We want her to understand." Myka took a breath and sunk back against her wife.

"Okay." The caretaker eyed the two agents in front of her. "You bring her in, show her the Warehouse, and after that, she is not to go out onto the Warehouse floor until she is 18. She can come into Artie's office if you bring her here, keep her out of trouble."

"Yes Maam." Myka and Helena answered in unison.

"Who's one is she?"

"Mine." Myka spoke up before Helena had a chance. "She's my one."

"Very well. I will let the regents know. Tight leash Agent Bering, Agent Wells. I won't put anyone in danger if it isn't necessary."

"Yes Maam." Myka turned and hugged her wife, turning back to thank the caretaker who was already gone.

"I told you she couldn't say no my love." Helena placed a light kiss on Myka's lips.

"We have to tell Sarah."

...

It was finally the big day, and Sarah couldn't stop jumping up and down. She had been counting down the day's till her birthday, excited to finally see the magical place her parents were telling her about.

Myka and Helena spent the better part of the few weeks telling Sarah as much as they could to prepare her for what she would see in there. Every night was a story of a mission her parents went on, and artifact that they bagged. Sometimes the stories were a little frightening, but they knew she had to understand that there were good things as well as bad things in the warehouse.

They stood outside, and although the team saw the same old warehouse exterior, Sarah saw something different. She could see magic in front of her.

"Shall we love?" Helena took her daughters small hand into her own, walking with her toward the door. They made their way towards Artie's office.

"Don't touch the bombs." Sarah said as they walked through.

"How does she...?" Claudia leaned in towards Myka.

"We told her. We wanted to make sure she didn't touch anything she wasn't supposed to." Myka chuckled.

Artie followed close behind. At first he was skeptical about letting a child running through the warehouse, but she was already better behaved than Pete.

"Hey!" Artie quickly ran towards the child who was sitting in his chair, spinning in circles. He then turned toward Myka. "I thought you said you talked to her."

"About the important things Artie." Myka walked past him, lifting her daughter out of his chair. "I guess we'll have to get you your own chair huh?"

"Yup!" Sarah kicked her feet excitedly and squirmed out of Myka's grip. "Can I see the magic?"

Everyone except for Artie laughed.

"Sure sweetie. What's the rule?" Myka got down on her knees so she was eye level with Sarah, the young girl knew that this meant her mother was serious.

"I need to wear the special purple gloves, I can't touch anything unless you or mummy say I can, and I need to hold someones hand so I don't get lost."

"And...?"

The little girl thought for a moment. "Oh! And if I smell fudge, walk the other way."

"Good girl. Let's go then."

The team walked down to the floor, Sarah gasped and giggled, excited by the artifacts surrounding her. She stunned everyone except for her parents when she was able to describe in detail what some artifacts did and where they came from, retelling the stories she had been hearing before bed.

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"And then uncle Pete took me on the zip line. Aunty Leena! He showed me the whole warehouse from up there!" Sarah was cuddled on the couch with Leena who could see the child's aura glowing.

"You had a big adventure today didn't you?" Leena pulled Sarah into her chest tightly. "You must be exhausted."

"Nope!" Sarah said just before a giant yawn slipped out of her tiny body. "Maybe a little."

"I'll walk with you back to your house okay?"

"Okay."

...

Myka and Helena were sitting on the couch, waiting for their little adventurer to get home.

"So you think we did the right thing?" Myka asked her wife, running her fingers through her hair.

"I think so. Why? Are you afraid?" Helena turned her head slightly, her dark eyes brimming with tears.

"Baby? Are you okay?"

Helena nodded. "I'm just... what if introducing her to the warehouse makes her more likely to stumble upon artifacts? What if something happens?"

"I've been wondering the same thing." A knock on the door got them to slowly sit up and stand as Leena opened the front door.

"Mamma! Mummy!" Sarah lept over the couch into her mother's arms.

"Just wanted to make sure she got back okay." Leena said, turning to leave.

"Thanks Leena." Myka called out, dog piled under her girls.

"Thank you aunty Leena."

"You're welcome."

"So love, did you tell your aunty Leena about the warehouse?" Helena tapped the tip of Sarah's nose, forcing the little girl to crinkle it up.

"Yup, but she already knows about the warehouse. Aunty Leena is special too. Just like me." Sarah curled into her mother's side.

Myka and Helena looked at each other again, still wondering what their daughters future would look like with the warehouse in the picture. They both worried, they both wondered, and they both prayed that this magical place wouldn't take any more away from either of them.

"Mummy?"

"Yes darling?"

"I didn't smell any fudge in the warehouse."

"That's good baby." Myka said from beneath the two bodies that claimed her as a cushion.

"I smelled apples." Sarah smiled, getting off the couch and walking to the kitchen. "Can we have ice cream?"

Helena sat up smiling, standing to walk into the kitchen when she felt Myka's hand wrap around her wrist. She looked down at her wife who was still sitting there.

"Myka? Is something wrong?" Helena looked at Myka and saw something in her eyes. It wasn't fear or worry. It was peace.

"She smelled apples." Myka breathed out, gripping her Helena's hand tightly.

"Yes she did." Helena smiled, pulling her wife up and kissing her softly.

"We're going to be okay." Myka said, pulling Helena along to the kitchen where Sarah waited for them with the giant tub of ice cream and three spoons.

"Happy birthday darling."

"Happy birthday sweetie."

That night, Myka and Helena fell asleep knowing that despite the dangers and uncertainties that came along with working for the warehouse, the very place that could bring untold hardships, was also a place of untold wonder, a place that would keep their family safe.

So... this is the end of this story. The next one will be set a few years into the future. How do Bering and Wells deal with having a preteen? we will see.

I wanted Sarah to know about the warehouse so that in future stories, having her come across one or two wouldn't be so weird.

Hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading this story. love you all. XO