This is my first ever Warehouse 13 fic. Actually this is my first fic period. Please read and review!

Disclaimer:I don't own any of these awesome people, but if I did I would be the happiest, smuggest person on earth.

This takes place sometime after that Chinese/Japanese (I can't remember which) dude turns in those papers and Artie is temporarily arrested for bad past deeds.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know the name of the town where Leena's Bed and Breakfast is, so I made one up: Fairbanks, South Dakota. If you know the real name, please tell me in either a PM or a review. Thanks!


Chapter One

Claudia stands on her tiptoes on a ladder, putting a box up on a high shelf. She is being punished again, just because she had kinda had a little traffic accident in Artie's car. Which was totally the other dude's fault. But Artie had made her pay for it anyway, which was bad enough without being banished to do inventory on their day off. Pete and her were gonna go to buy Artie a new laptop so she, Claudia, wouldn't have to keep fixing his stone age computer. But NO! She didn't get to have fun! All she got to do was move useless junk from one place to another. Suddenly she loses her balance and slips. She plummets to the Warehouse floor ten feet below, desperately flailing for something to grab onto. Her fingers wrap around an old rope from a passing shelf, which falls down on top of her as her head hits the concrete.

"Crap!" is all she has time to say before she blacks out.

When she wakes up she is lying on her back looking at the stars. She sits up and looks around at her surroundings. She is somehow in the middle of a desert. Suddenly, she hears footsteps, and a tall thin guy with longish curly black hair holds out a hand to help her up.

"Good thing I come out here to chart the stars, or you would've been here for a long time."

"Um, where exactly is here, by the way?" Claudia asked, looking around for something familiar. The boy looks at her strangely.

"About twenty miles east of Fairbanks, South Dakota. Are you okay?" he asks, for Claudia has suddenly gone rigid.

"But... that's impossible. The Warehouse should be here."