[Ok, so I wrote this for a Blog where I Role-Play as Helga Sinclair. If you can't tell, I ship Helga/Rourke :3
I am turning this into a small collection of scenes throughout Helga and Rourkes relationship, ending just before he chucks her off the Zepplin.
As usual, Rate and Review]

It all starts and ends with you.

Helga tugged her hair out of its tight plait as she curled up on a bench outside Charles Whitmore's home. The cool wind picked her long blonde tresses up and fluttered them like a flag.
Hey eyes glazed over as her father's expression only moments before made its way back to the forefront of her mind. Complete and utter disappointment had laced his every feature, and the look of disdain in his eyes had made Helga feel like a child once more.

She tapped her fingers against the pistol at her hip, trying to distract herself as thoughts of the conversation that was going on inside the house fought their way into her mind. She was so lost to herself that she didn't hear the man approach her from behind, jumping slightly as a hand came to rest on her shoulder.
Helga turned, her eyes widening slightly as Commander Rourke stood behind her, hand clasped on her shoulder, a grim expression on his face.

"Whitmore sent me to get you. You're not going to like what I have to tell you"
"Just say it. I'm a big girl Commander."

Rourke took a small breath and moved around to sit beside her on the bench, on instinct she moved closer to him, looking up into his face, frowning slightly as she waited.

"Your father had a heart attack moments ago…There was nothing anyone could do. I'm sorry Helga."

At that moment a ambulance turned down the drive way leading up the house, sirens wailing and lights flashing. But still, Helga remained silent.

"Helga?"

Rourke gently wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close, securing his other arm around her when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"The last thing I said to him was 'I hate you'…But it wasn't true. Not really."
"He knows that Helga, he knows you didn't hate him."
"What if he didn-"

Helga stopped speaking, lifting her head and looking Rourke straight in eye,

"I don't love people easily. Hell, I don't love much at all. And this, this has made me realize that I need to start showing those select few that I truly care for, how I feel. And Rourke, it all starts and ends with you."