"Artie took of his glasses and rested his hand in his hands. Claudia used Volta's lab coat just because she wanted to change a light bulb that was flickering and got stuck near the ceiling. The whole episode caused havoc in the Warehouse. Artie couldn't count the times that he had told her not to touch whatever artifact that hit her fancy. He took a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote something down and taped it to the door leading into his office.

"Just because you can use it, doesn't mean you should.

Pete came down the stairs leading to Artie's office. He was supposed to be helping with inventory today. He hated inventory. He was about to open the door to the optical scanner, when he saw a paper on the door and read. The first one was obviously meant for Claudia, but the second was in Myka's precise handwriting.

"If you don't know what it can do, don't touch it...."

"Ow!"

"What do you mean, ow? How is that ow?"

"Don't you question my ows! I'll ow if I want to. That hurt!"

"Don't be a baby."

"Don't be a jerk."

"Claudia saw it. Claw, back me up here."

"Your airplanes are mighty and strong, Pete. She might be concussed."

"Concussed, my eye. You chicks and your wagon circling."

"We're not circling! You just happen to be a stupid boy."

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"What happened?" She asked, staring from Pete to Myka, who were still glaring at each other.

"Claudia." Pete knelt down next to her, like she was some damn child. She could feel her chest raising and falling faster and faster as she anticipated the next words that came out of Pete's mouth.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bed and breakfast, not a creature was stirring…except Pete who was hiding Myka's necklace.

The agents' stockings were hung by the chimney with care, so anyone breaking and entering would pass out due to a lack of clean air.

Twas the Night Before Christmas at Warehouse 13  By InuGhost2.0

"There we were. It was the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, don't ask for the exact date, and let it be known that it is damn cold in South Dakota in the winter.

I was curled up on the rug on the hearth near the fire in the grate. Myka, Pete, and Claudia were all on the couch, the girl leaning on Myka's shoulder with her legs across Pete's lap. She seemed so much smaller in that moment, like a young girl snuggling with her parents.

And that's what started this whole wheel turning. We all turned to look as the door opened revealing Artie and Joshua and letting in the cold. The door closed behind them and I returned to my curled up position, and my thoughts."

Family Holiday by Madam Crim

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The thing about having a Farnsworth is it works both ways.  Means that with the flip of the cover, the press of a switch she can be connected, can reach out wherever she is and they’ll hear her—this makeshift, patchwork family of crazy-brave, perfectly imperfect screw-balls. They’ll hear her and they’ll answer.

Her family.