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Title: A Twist
Rating: G
Spoilers/Timeline: None, post-Season 2
Prompt: Mrs. Frederic/Yes Ma'am. Nothing graphic but cutesy would be lovely.

"Left hand to blue," Leena called as the arrow came to a stop.

Much giggling and shuffling broke out amongst the three players as they jockeyed for position on the small mat. Myka and Pete, reaching in opposite directions, barely avoided colliding by Myka going over while Pete ducked under. Meanwhile, Claudia snaked a hand under one of Myka's legs and just managed to reach one of the available blue circles.

"Pete, would you please stop wiggling?" Myka asked as Pete shifted, almost knocking everyone off the mat.

"Your knee is in my kidney," came his strained reply.

"That's not my knee - "

"It's my hip," said Claudia.

"Your hip?" Pete asked "We have to feed you more."

"Oh, stuff it, White Bread."

The beeping of a timer cut off Pete's reply. Placing the spinner on a nearby table, Leena rose from her chair and headed toward the kitchen.

"Speaking of food - I have to check on dinner," she advised. "Stay where you are; I'll be right back."

There was a moment of silence in the room following Leena's exit. Then Claudia spoke from somewhere among the clump of bodies.

"Well, this is awkward."

"You have no idea, Ms. Donovan."

All three froze and slowly looked up, to the side, and - in Claudia's case - down, to find Mrs. Frederic standing beside Leena's empty chair. She was watching them with a distinctly unamused expression on her face.

"May I ask what you are doing at the B&B in the middle of the day on a Thursday?" she asked with deadly calm. The entangled trio gulped as one and answered.

"Artie gave us the day off after the last... incident - " Myka began.

"He said we needed to relax, spend some time together - " Claudia added.

Pete took up the thread. "And I found this Twister game in the hall closet and we thought - "

"What better way to spend time together - "

"Than making ourselves look ridiculous?" Claudia finished. All three held their breath.

"I see," Mrs. Frederick replied, watching them darkly. "That was rather observant of Artie. You have been working quite hard these past few months." She scrutinized the mass of bodies containing her three best agents with an odd combination of shrewdness and something very close to fondness. "Take the weekend off."

"Really?" came Claudia's shocked response.

"Really, Ms. Donovan. Though I expect you all back at the Warehouse first thing Monday morning, ready to go on a new assignment. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" they answered in unison.

"Good." Mrs. Frederic glanced around the room. "Leena is in the kitchen?"

"Yes, ma'am," came the three-voiced reply.

Mrs. Frederic began to move in that direction, but Pete's voiced stopped her.

"Mrs. Frederic?"

She turned to him.

"Could you, ah - " He gestured to the spinner with a nod of his head.

Mrs. Frederic looked at the spinner and back to Pete with a raised eyebrow, but picked up the device and gave the needle a thump. She called out the direction in her driest tone.

"Left foot to green."



Title: Echolocation
Rating: G
Spoilers/Timeline: None, post-Season 2
Prompt: Must contain Pete yelling the word "Chicks!"

" - I don't see why we have to do inventory so much anyway," Claudia complained. "I mean, the Warehouse keeps tabs on itself, so if anything goes a little wonky, it will tell us. And it's not like we're moving the artifacts that we just inventoried, oh, two weeks ago." She checked off a tick box with a bit more force than necessary, causing the ladder she was perched on to rattle lightly.

"The Warehouse is a big place," Myka replied from below her. "We have to make sure nothing gets misplaced."

"Artifacts don't just walk off - " Claudia muttered.

"No, but people have been known to walk off with them, even unknowingly, and they wind up in places they aren't supposed to be. Or back out there," she said, gesturing toward the ceiling. "And some artifacts like to stay mobile," she added absentmindedly.

"Don't remind me," Claudia groaned. "I'm still holding a grudge against that mini dirigible thing."

Myka looked up at her with sympathy. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"Pervy, old bas--"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Claudia asked, glancing down to find Myka standing very still, head tilted as she listened intently to the sounds around them. From somewhere in the Warehouse, they caught the sound of someone calling out.

"Pete?" Myka yelled.

The voice called again, closer this time, though still indecipherable. Myka called Pete's name again in response and the reply was close enough that they could make it out as Pete.

"Chicks!" he shouted.

"Pete!" Myka answered, and Claudia added her voice as well.

"Chicks!" The call was getting closer every time. They continued to call back.

"Pete!"

"Chicks!"

"Pete!"

"Chicks!" Pete jogged around the corner of the aisle, breathing a little heavily from his trek. "There you are."

"Here we are. What was all the yelling for?"

"That was our version of 'Marco Polo'," said Pete. "Which, BTW, you should never use inside the Warehouse, apparently."

"Why is that?" Claudia asked.

"Ah, something about never being able to find the person you're looking for... ever. Something like that." He caught the girls' looks. "What? I didn't pay that much attention. Artie started going off like he does so I just slipped out to come find you guys. Artie needs us back upstairs."

"We got a ping?" Claudia asked hopefully.

"Yup."

"Oh, thank god." Clasping the sides of the ladder, Claudia slid down and landed beside Myka. Shoving her clipboard against Pete's chest, she jerked a thumb in the direction of the office. "Let's go."

Myka, however, was staring at Pete in confusion. "Why didn't you just call us on a Farnsworth?" she asked.

"Because both of you left yours in the office."

The girls shared a look and patted at their various pockets.

"I thought you - "

"And I was sure you - "

"Huh."

"Oops."

"Chicks," Pete said with a roll of his eyes. Throwing his arms over their shoulders, he started to lead them back down the aisle. "Thankfully I'm around to collect you when you both have a blond moment. Let's go see what Artie has for us, shall we?"