A/N: God dammit Orphan Black, stop making it necessary for me to write fanfiction already!
Summary: Helena saves Kira. Because I need it to happen. Will be a short series of drabbles, because I don't have time to write.
Helena wasn't in the hospital long before the Prolethians came to claim her. They always came for Helena. They told the hospital staff they were transferring her to a private facility, put her in a wheelchair and pushed her to the hospital doors. As soon as they were out of sight though, their hands were rough and insistent pushing her into the van, strapping her wrists over her head to the metal loop above her seat.
They were angry with Helena. She would be punished. She knew this, knew exactly how she would be punished even, because this scenario had played out over and over again for almost as long as she could remember. Almost. There was a time, hazy in the back of her memory, where she was small and sweet and had no fear in her heart. The sisters spoke sternly when she was naughty, but Helena was rarely naughty. They never hit. Not once. They plaited her hair gently, read to her the stories from the bible, sang sweet hymns to make her smile, held her hand when they crossed the street. When the man took her away, she cried for them, but they never came.
The Prolethian guards spoke harshly and shoved her into the cage. Helena fought and bit and scratched like the wild animal she was until they hit her in the chest so recently opened in theatre to fix her bleeding heart. Helena was strong, she didn't cry out, but the pain forced tears down her cheeks and she curled around the blinding pain as they padlocked the chain securely. When the pain receded to a thudding ache, the guards were gone and she was alone in the dimly lit room.
"Helena?" a little voice whispered thinly from behind her, proving her wrong.
Helena snapped around to face the speaker. The little girl stepped closer to the cage, pressed her tear stained face to the bars confining her.
"Helena?"
Helena looked over Kira's shoulder to the little cot set up in the corner of the room, and instantly, she understood.
"Hello angel," she greeted, the words she learnt from her Sisters weighed down with decades worth of sadness.
Kira reached her arms through the gaps in the cage, and Helena pressed the soft little hands to her cheeks.
"They took you," Helena said. It was not a question, for Helena knew this story. "They came while you were sleeping."
Kira nodded, lips pressed tightly together.
"I want to go home."
Helena nodded, patting the little hand beneath hers. Helena Knew this story far too well.