Authors note:
This is an AU fic starting from the suicide of Beth in the first episode season 1 of Orphan Black. This part one is from a 3rd person perspective and it may not make total sense at the moment, but when reading part 2 it will all become clear...Enjoy. Reviews are very welcome and I can change anything if you think its not that great. S.W. TRUST ME, it will become clear.
Part 1:
"What you need to understand Beth is that 3 months later you still have not made any progress in your treatment." Dr. Leekie told me, sat on his seat in the cold white room. As usual I stared back at him, not willing to cooperate until they at least believe some of what I was saying.
"Maybe the treatments not working doc because I am not ill!" I replied, I always said this. Maybe that was insanity, you keep telling the same story enough when no one believes you, you even start to disbelieve it.
"Beth, please understand my position here. I have been given a very specific description of what to do for you here-"
"And what's that, lock me in a room and feed me on metal plates through a hatch, then fuck with my head in our 'treatment sessions'?! I don't even remember what happens in them." I couldn't help but get so angry at what he was saying to me. How dare he.
"Ok. I have an idea, I just learned it at this medical conference of the DYAD group, there is very interesting research behind this theory. What I want you to do is write a short story for me, the first thing that comes to mind. Try to delve into your subconscious, create characters, lives, anything you want.-" Already I was hating the idea, everything he suggests in here is stupid. I am not Beth Child's, I did not kill Maggie Chan and I did not need to write a fucking story to make this real!
Sarah Manning Entry 001, 7th January 2013
"Sestra?" Helena stared glaze eyed at the fish tank, her fingers gently tapping the glass. She watched the fishes jump at the sound and then re emerge from their hiding places. Helena loved the fishes, how they ran and would stupidly come back each and every time there was a pause. Sarah hasn't replied to her. Once the fishes had gone back to normality Helena snapped her neck to look around the motel room. Through the hazy evening summer light from between the curtains the room was only just illuminated enough. The smell of old cigarettes and sex filled the air as she wondered where Sarah had gone.
"Sarah." Helena called out into the air again. Her fingers tapped on the glass one more time as her body lifted her up and took her to the table and two chairs by the mini fridge. On the desk were papers, pictures, more papers and unimportant boring stuff that Helena did not care for. Fingers flipped papers and tossed pictures, but one caught her attention. Nimbly her index flipped it over to see the date, but there was only a name.
"So-crates?" Helena read aloud, and stared at the scribbled name on the photo. But this did not interest her. She wanted food. Helena jumped out of her seat combing her hair with her fingers and felt around in Sarah's for food. Senses felt silk, denim, metal...She pulled out the m9 pistol between her finger and thumb and stared at it, how it reflected the summer light and how it could kill. Quickly she let it drop. Instead she kept looking for food, coming up empty. A sigh escaped her plump lips.
"Food time." Helena's thick Ukrainian accent crawled through her words as she walked to the door pressing her ear against its hard wooden surface, her hand on the handle. No noise. On opening the door she peaked around the corner down the balcony walk, first left and then right. Her foot stepped out around the corner and she stood flat against the wall as the door clicked shut. No noise. Carefully, and a little clumsily she slid along the wall avoiding the balcony fence edge, avoiding detection. Pausing, she knocked on the next door down with the back of her fist.
"House-cleaning." Helena shouted and waited. No reply. Quickly she tried the handle before finding it locked. Teeth bit down on her bottom lip in frustration and her hands felt over the lock. One hand went to her hair and pulled out some hair pins, the other stuck its finger into the lock hole and tested it out. Within a few seconds she had picked the lock, and she pounced in flipping the light on and shutting the door behind her. Food. First she ran to the mini fridge awkwardly pulling it open and almost taking it off of its plastic hinges. Inside were various mini bottles of vodka, schnapps and other alcohols. But there was a packaged item. Again her hands were in play, taking the package out of the fridge, closing the door with her foot and sitting on the bed. Rashly she pulled it open tearing parts to get inside. Inside was a day old bean burruito, although Helena didn't know the age of it, she sunk her teeth into straight away. Ripping it apart and shoving the food into her mouth and down to her stomach as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. When in reality she hadn't eaten in only one day. When the burrito was finished she chucked the wrapping to the floor carelessly and kneeled down in front of the mini fridge again, taking the alcoholic contents into her carrying elbow and sat back on the bed. One by one she lifted them to her eyes, the vodka had a silver and red label, the schnapps a grey modern look and the others were less important as she twisted the cap and poured it into her open mouth. Soon she had finished them and fell back onto the bed staring at the white old motel ceiling.
"How much longer?" She called into the air with her full stomach and slightly dizzy head distracting her. "Oh sestra." She sighed and closed her eyes.
… "Sometime soon she will come through. I know her, you could say we are one and the same." There was a voice just outside of the door followed by a muffling of footsteps and other movements. Helena's eyes snapped open and she fell off of the bed facing the door. Frantically she shut the mini fridge and attempted to run to find somewhere to get out. The voices stopped so she froze. Her eyes darted around the room, the bed, the table set, the small wardrobe? It seemed like slow motion, there was another posh voice and the handle turned. Helena collapsed to the floor flinging herself like a bug under the bed, quickly grabbing the quilt to cover her tracks.
Helena steadied her tipsy breathing and watched the perfectly heeled feet come into the door, the reflected sun slightly blinded Helena so she squinted her eyes. When she opened them, the heels were right in front of her eye line.
"Finally." There was a sigh of relief from the person. Female. The voice was very familiar and and Helena stared at the heels. There was movement and a thick pearl necklace fell to the floor, making Helena jump. Then, a black fabric something fell. Then a black dress fell around her feet. Another sigh. As the items fell to the floor Helena looked around for an escape. The feet in the shiny black heels stepped out of the ring of a black dress. Suddenly a pause. Helena's eyes widened and she was about to move, just run for the hell of it and get out of it. Feet with crimson painted nails stepped out of the heels and placed themselves flat outside of the ring. A hand came down and collected the items. Heart beats getting quicker. No movement. Helena pulled herself closer to the edge of under the bed ready to suddenly get up. But the feet moved away from her to the door. Was she leaving? Helena went to move, but the feet turned to Helena's position and stopped. Helena caught her breath, and squinted in her own tipsy stupidity. The woman came back towards the bed and crawled onto the bed, the sheets shuffling underneath her. Helena saw her chance and pulled herself out from the bed and ran to the door. Locked!
"Stop what you are doing. Put your hands behind your head. And turn around slowly." Rachel. Helena smiled a twisted smile put her hands above her head and turned around. She realised then that the clothes had been coming off and Rachel sat in her underwear on the bed cross-legged. Although they had the same body, they had both worn them differently. Helena was struck with the memory of the scars and cuts all over her back. She had cut down though, not literally, she had stopped cutting herself, for her mental sake.
"Bad woman." Helena croaked out as she saw the gun in Rachel's hand pointed right at her head. Helena half smiled and stared into Rachel's cold eyes, with her own wild and untamed ones. A minute passed and Helena just stared, and so did Rachel. Helena attempted to put her hands by her sides, Rachel's eyes curiously watched her, and then a tenseness came over her. So she pulled harder on the trigger threatening Helena, who put her hands back up. Helena slowly let out a laugh.
"What?" Rachel order a response, slowly getting up from her cross position on the bed, the gun still poised at Helena's heart. With controlled precision Rachel stepped down from the bed and placed her first foot on the slightly damp flow in the cheap motel. Then the next foot followed, her eyes locked on Helena's. It was strange for them. As if Helena were looking into her own eyes. Like a mirror, except they were foreign and strange, they had seen millions of different things, people, places, scenarios and Helena's had not. They were not hers, just a copy which had lead a different life. Either way Helena was now not focused on the gun that could kill her, or the fact that Sarah might be looking for her, but on the woman approaching her. The woman, who was not her.
"You." Helena finally replied. Rachel had to think again about what Helena was replying to.
"Where is Sarah?" Rachel asked in her now collected and cool voice. The gun, Helena noticed, had lowered just a little, even though Rachel had not realised. A shot from it would not be immediately fatal, she had suffered many before.
"I don't know." Helena answered honestly, "She left. I stay, no food...so I come here, and find you." Helena's English had improved a lot and her sentences made more sense than before Rachel noticed. There was a pause. Rachel dropped the gun from Helena and put it on the bed side table before coming back to Helena who still, slightly comically was standing there with her hands above her head.
"Put your hands down." Rachel commanded, but she didn't even mean to, it just came naturally to her now and she hated it. She relaxed now, her façade of tight snobbish business woman was wearing down on her. "Paul is gone." Rachel stated and went to the mini fridge, bending down. Her strong thighs caught Helena's attention and her eyes went wide, she may be a clone but she had cared for her body. Her ass was just showing underneath her black lacy underwear and Helena couldn't help but be attracted to it. "Stop!" Helena's eyes snapped to Rachel; she thought she had been caught staring, and like a puppy her eyes softened and she dipped her head. "You drank my alcohol!?" Rachel's quick temper got the better of her and she glared at Helena. Helena glared back. "Ha!" Rachel laughed suddenly, and Helena was shocked. The atmosphere suddenly completely changed. It was tense and almost scary and now because of this sudden outburst; different. Rachel grabbed the last little bottle at the back and stood up carefully walking towards Helena, who's arms were now free. Helena laughed too, just to continue this thing that Rachel had going on. At the time she didn't even realise that Rachel was closing in on her. Helena brought her hand up uneasily toward Rachel's.
"Sestra?" Helena said as her fingers made contact with Rachel's face, her cheek done and down her jaw to her chin.
"Yes?" Rachel answered. Her lips parting slightly as Helena brought her fingers to rest on Rachel's bottom lip.
"You are very beautiful." Helena said, her fingers just tapping Rachel's lips. Rachel grabbed Helena's wrist and pulled it down from her face.
"I know." Rachel said, suddenly cold again. Helena took no notice of the fact Rachel did not return the compliment. Rachel opened the small bottle of vodka and took Helena's hair in her hand tilting her head backwards. Heavy breaths came from Helena's mouth from the pain of being in a vice, but Rachel parted Helena's lips with a kiss and began to pour the liquid into her open mouth. Once all of the liquid was swallowed Rachel released her head and grabbed Helena's hand which was still wavering by her face.
Rachel guided Helena's hand down her chest, stroking herself with it, and down to between her legs. The whole time Helena stared with locked eyes. This is all they seemed to do. Helena wasn't sure if she wanted this at all, she had never really been in this situation, so she didn't have any experience. Rachel saw Helena's reaction in her eyes but held her hand between her legs. Helena's ever exploring fingers were still. "Helena, have you done this before." Helena's eyes were still as her head shook. Rachel smiled, she liked to be in control. "Well you don't have much choice anymore." Rachel stated and gave Helena an uncharacteristic crooked smile. Rachel's other hand placed itself a little harshly on Helena's shoulder and pushed her against the door she locked before. Helena let her push her backwards and held her hand between Rachel's legs. "Listen to every word I say and do as I say when I say it. Understood?" Rachel ordered, holding Helena's hand tighter. Helena nodded this time. Rachel leaned in closer to her and acted as if she was going to kiss her. Rachel's hand pushed harder against her as their lips connected. They knew each other. In a weird and perverted way they knew exactly what each of them liked. Breathing heavy. Hearts racing. Helena's eyes widening. Helena's fingers suddenly wanted to do something, but what? Rachel felt the tension and moved her own hand to shadow Helena's, rubbing herself over her underwear. Helena suddenly felt an animal urge come over her and she liked the kissing and control. She went to move forward to take control as well, letting her instinct take over. Suddenly Rachel slapped her in the face.
"No hit me!" Helena cried out. And her free hand cradled her face.
"Take off your trousers." Rachel grabbed the rim of Helena's jeans and pulled them away from the skin towards herself, before letting go. Helena's hands were now not under Rachel's control. Helena's wild fingers pulled the button of her jeans loose with a tug and then the zip all the way down, before pulling them down over her hips to her thighs. "Stop." Rachel bent down and looked at her jeans and the white pants underneath, before kissing the fabric and yanking her jeans down to her ankles, making Helena wobble. She kicked her trousers off and stood there in her white slightly dirty t-shirt and white pants. Rachel got back up and her small blonde bob was slightly messy somehow. "Take off your shirt." Helena was hesitant and refused.
"No sestra." Helena did not want to reveal her scars, but whatever strange sex game Rachel was playing it was almost making her want to.
"Take of your shirt, sestra." Rachel got her hands and grabbed the rim of it, her hot hands in contact with cold skin. Helena grabbed Rachel's hands and lifted her own shirt up and over her head. This time she only had a tatty white bra that matched her pants. "Well done." Rachel ignored her own pleasure for a second, and moved forward her body pressing against Helena's. Leaning towards her right ear. "Do you like to be touched Helena?" Helena did not answer, she just looked across the room. Rachel held onto Helena's shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips, soon Helena kissed back. Roughly Rachel moved her hands over her body, down her arms and to her covered breasts. She massaged them, she knew exactly what would make Helena give. Helena's breathing grew heavier and heavier and she watched Rachel with curious eyes, this had never happened. It was unnatural. Foreign. Rachel watched Helena's face change as she grew more out of her comfort zone. Rachel kissed her neck up and down from her jaw to her collar bone and replaced her hands which flirted sensually down her stomach as she bent down. Helena stared at the top of Rachel's blonde head.
"This is very..-" Helena began.
"Sh!" Rachel stated. She found the rim of Helena's pants with her own polished finger tips and looked her straight in the eye as her fingers went below the fabric. Helena tensed up. She could feel the anticipation in the way her hips arched forward ever so slightly as if inviting Rachel in. Her mind loved to play this game. Fingers found their way to the beginning of her lips and traced around the edges. Helena's breathing tightened as Rachel felt the arousal in her breasts. One hand slipped under the bra and grabbed her tit, squeezing and playing as her fingers teased her. Helena looked down again over Rachel who was eagerly watching her. Helena didn't know what to do with herself whilst this was happening. What would her hands do. She had only one thing on her mind when all of this was happening.
"Sestra?" Helena panted out as Rachel's finger pushed between her wet lips in her pants. Rachel did not answer, she just looked into her eyes with a smile on her face, whilst she concentrated on what she was doing. She moved her hand from one breast to the next to even out the pleasure. Her fingers teased her, finding her clitoris and playing with it in circles. Helena's hands waved in the air as she freaked about what was happening. This was her private area, she was not a toy for some sex scene. Where was Sarah? Rachel slipped a teasing finger into her and Helena moaned out into the air, her hands finally coming to rest on Rachel's shoulders. Rachel smiled as she took Helena's hand form her shoulder.
"I want to fuck you, Helena." Rachel said simply. It ignited a fire inside of Helena's core and she wanted it, whatever it was, whatever fucking entailed, she wanted it. She wanted it all. Rachel pulled her fingers out from inside of her and licked them with her long tongue, still smiling. Helena stared at her, confused, but aroused as she saw this happening. With their hands attached still Rachel pulled Helena towards the bed.
"Will you let me fuck you?" Rachel asked, her business woman façade had now completely gone. Replaced by a controlling, sexy Rachel. Helena followed her and sat on the edge of the bed, Rachel around her front standing between her now spread legs. Her pants soaked.
"Yes." Helena said, as she went to pull Rachel in. Her face suddenly stung with pain, as Rachel slapped her again.
"Good." She said, as she pushed a loose bunch of curly blonde hair behind her ear. "I want you to lay on the bed, put your arms out to the two top corners of the bed." Helena looked at her, and then pulled herself onto the bed, laying herself back against the sheets, her head on the pillow. Rachel climbed up onto the bed and positioned her legs either side of Helena's hips. Her hands pressing down on her bare stomach. "Do you like to be tied up?" Rachel leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out silver ties, like ribbons. Helena looked at her. Slowly she pulled one of the ribbons between her fingers and leant over her face to tie her hand to the brass posts. Helena watched as Rachel tied her wrists and her eyes wondered down her arm to her chest and up her neck to her head. She didn't look back, but she moved closer to tie the next wrist. Helena smelt the strong scent, feminine, pink in colour. Whatever it actually was perfume wise, it smelt..hot. Slowly Rachel ran her hands from both of her wrists down to her shoulders and rested on her neck in a chocking position. Helena's eyes widened in worry and she went to get up but Rachel pressed her down, one finger pressed down on her lips.
"I won't hurt you. I want to fuck you." Rachel grinded her just a little bit as she moved to turn and tied her legs down. Once she had she straddled her again she pressed onto Helena's arms and moved in towards her face. Their lips touched softly at first, not giving too much away, before she kissed harder onto her lips. Her tongue broke the barrier of lips and pushed inside only a little enough to taste, before Helena kissed back wildly, her hands pulling against their ribbons. Her hands held her face still so she could take her. Her fingers held her chin as her other hand searched her body. Without even thinking she moved down her body kissing down her jaw, her neck, her collar bone across her chest. One hand idly opened the side draw as she kissed her chest and found scissors. Helena began to moan and almost scream at the sight, totally vulnerable. Rachel laughed and ignored the moans. Quickly without wavering her kisses she snipped the middle of the bra and released Helena's breasts. She tossed them back on the side table and pulled the material out from behind her to the floor. Helena watched the scissors and smiled awkwardly through her pleasured breathing. Rachel kissed her chest again, first going to her right breast and taking the nipple in between her lips, sucking and playing with it, whilst her hands caressed them both. Once she heard Helena moaning again she moved to the other breast and did the same. Agonisingly slowly Rachel kissed below to the toned stomach, around the belly button and saw as she came closer to Helena's core the reaction over her skin. Goose bumps formed as she got again to the rim of her pants. Helena could lift her head and so she looked down at the blonde bob which was looking back with a sly smile. Rachel's lips grew softer now, her body followed her down to the inners of her thighs where she placed knowing lips. With each one she could feel the tension growing inside of her, the touches sending shocks of pleasure through Helena. As Rachels hands moved to pull the delicate white pants off of Helena something stopped both of them and their heavy pleasured breathing silenced.
"Hello? Is anybody in?" A strong British accent ripped through them both as a hand knocked on the door and tried the handle.
"Sestra!" Helena whispers in a shout, Sarah must of heard something so she tried the door again. Rachel's eyes snapped to Helena's and her temper shot the look of 'Dont you dare' to her. Helena's parted mouth closed and she just watched the door.
"I can hear somebody? Look, have you seen a woman anywhere, big curly blonde hair, looks really tired and sorta ill?" Helena frowned at her description. Rachel wanted to make Helena feel awkward so she restarted kissing and pulling the pants down over her knobbly knees and off to the floor. Helena struggled slightly, wanting to see Sarah rather than this. But the way Rachel knew exactly where to touch her made her melt into her control.
Outside Sarah let go of the handle running her hands through her thick dark brown hair and turning to look over the balcony to the car park below. There were many cars, old at least all of them were 20 years old, except 3. Her own and two others which were parked next to each other, she could just see some ones outline in one, but the windows were too tinted black to get a good look. Meat head! Sarah thought to herself, as she kicked the balcony fencing. Summer light reflected her big brown eyes and they seemed golden just for a second before going cold in the shade of a balcony pillar. Quickly she knocked again, heard something within and gave up, returning to her room. In the room, she found her rum aged bag and the mini fridge still open. She closed it with her foot and started to re-ensemble her bag. Metal caught her fingers and she pulled out the gun, checked its clip and loaded it, before putting it between her trousers and back under her t-shirt.
Rachel breathed over Helena's pussy and watched Helena as she caressed the lips on either side, sucking them and licking them, teasing her, as if this was the best she had. Rachel took her legs with her hands and pushed them apart further almost paining Helena but in a pleasurable way as with the movement she pushed inside her, straight away licking from top to bottom, side to side, short pouts around her clit until she could see the struggle in her legs.
Sarah pulled on her new black DM's which already looked a bit shit and pulled off her black t-shirt, after deciding it was too hot for that crap. Instead she pulled on a vest top Cosima had leant her, which was not her taste at all, but she had no money now for a new one. So she had to put up with black leather look jeans, DM's and a dull tie dye with a spiral of magnetic blues, fruity yellows, hot pinks and tropical greens. This was so not her style. In the small mirror she applied thick eye liners, shadowy mascara and touched up the bags under her eyes with concealer.
"Sestra!" Helena moaned it was the only word that came to mind at this hectic time. Sestra! Sestra! It was perverted but it felt so good. Even though Helena would have not wanted this before if she had the choice.. "Ja!" Helena moaned, slightly Germany like. Which resined Rachel immediately of the German clone, so she licked harder on the clit in a sort of punishment way, before leaving it to throb and finding the core. Helena's ties were tightening as she pulled on each of them, her legs wanting to wrap themselves around Rachel, to hold her in, to do something. One of Rachel's hand released her leg and trailed very slowly down from her knee to her core whilst her tongue went inside of her, dancing in a knowing waltz of pleasure. Fingers teased as they replaced tongue.
Sarah grabbed her shit and tried to find the motel key. She tossed pillows to the floor and ripped the cover off of the double bed, even the sheets before coming up empty. She tried the first bedside table on her side, and then ran over to Helena's one, where she found an image. It was Helena and herself in a car, happy and smiling. Our second road trip, Sarah thought. She packed the image and went to the table still full of papers and images to search. After categorically filing them in her only brown paper file she had, she packed them too and found the key buried underneath. There was a noise?
"Helena?" Sarah asked out in to the now atmospheric motel room air. There was no reply and her hand slowly went for the gun still behind her back. Whatever or whomever caused the noise knew this and so stepped out from inside the en-suit bathroom. Paul. Sarah dropped her hold on the gun and she ran forward, her hands clasping around his strong body and his own, cautiously and a little off guard wrapped around hers. For a moment they just hugged.
"Not Helena." He stated, his hair was dyed back to blonde now, now all of the troubles had ended.
"Where have you been man?" Sarah asked pulling up a seat from the table set and offering to him. He put up his hand to decline and instead sat on the edge of the bed.
"Rachel and I have stopped our professional relationship together. I no longer work for her." Paul smiled at Sarah, who did not return the look, instead she rested her head on her arm as a sense of concentration.
"Hold up, since when did this happen? Since our last meeting?"
"Rachel caught wind of the secret meetings we had during my time with her, she took me to Tailand again where she practically forced it out of me that we had been meeting up to discuss Cosima."
"And..." Sarah egged on.
"And, when I told her that we had gotten...close again, she suddenly threw this massive bitch fit and smashed up her hotel room quite a lot. But in some twisted Rachel way she let me go. Told me to 'Be with my whore' and then shot me in the leg."
"Holy fuck, are you ok dude?!" Sarah said, coming towards him and putting her arm around his broad shoulders.
"I'm fine. She knows that you want out, and that you are taking Helena and getting away from this, and you should know she wont let you go that easy. She will do anything to keep you close."
"I think I know." Sarah said, remembering how they kidnapped her daughter for bone marrow.
"No you don't." Paul stated with an air of sinister mystery. Sarah looked at his blue eyes, searching both of them for a meaning. Before she shook her head.
"I really am to old for this shit." Sarah joked, before remembering Kira was still down with Miss S in the other motel room. "I should really check on Kira." Sarah got up and took a quick sweep the only thing she had lost was Helena.
"I know where she might be..." Paul stated.
Rachel wiped her mouth with a crisp white tissue that she had got from somewhere as Helena's hips arched for a third time, and her breathing was at its highest frequency. She crawled back up the bed and leaned over Helena's face tempted to cut the ties, before thinking not to and laying beside her.
"Did you like that ,Helena?" Rachel asked, her voice as cool and collected as it was when they first met. Rachel's hand could help whilst Helena began to control herself and her restricted hips came back down, and so it traced lines on her moving stomach, lines of people.
"I like." Helena puffed out, and turned to Rachel.
"Sestra?" Helena's tone had changed, asking innocently.
"Yes, Helena?"
"Why you do this to me?" Helena licked her lips and struggled under the ties, looking at the ceiling momentarily and then back down to Rachel's watching eyes.
"Do you not like it?"
"I like!" Helena repeated. "But you are my Sestra..."
"Oh boo! You may be my genetic identical but we are two completely different people. Also why not fuck someone who is so hot." Rachel admired the body that looked like her own in a twisted way she almost loved to look at herself, but not herself.
"Ok." Helena accepted, resisting her restrains. "Can I be untied? Please." She added. Rachel sighed and moved her arms above her head and tried to untie her, but it was pulled too tight. She leant over and carefully picked up the scissors once more, before pushing the metal beneath the tie to her now hot pale skin. After she unclipped her lands Helena still laid there legs spread in her own juices as she rubbed her slightly red wrists. Her feet became free as she marvelled at Rachel's toned well looked after body. Rachel went to give Helena a back massage, but Helena grabbed her by the shoulders. "No." She said in her thick accent, Rachel was shocked that someone had command her, and broke free from the clutch and looked to her back. Her eyes widened as she saw the scars, the deep cuts, new, old, fresh and closed up. Rachel stared in shock before finding it normal after a while. She grabbed her shoulders and just for a moment, only for a moment she released some empathy and sympathy and so pulled Helena in for a hug. Helena's own eyes widened and she accepted the hug, her mind warming to Rachel, but before she could even hug back Rachel had gotten off of the bed and into the en-suit. Helena didn't know whether to follow or not, she sort of attempted to get off of the bed, she found her pants and pulled them on, and realised she now had no bra. She yanked her white top over her wild blonde hair and it settled over her now perky breasts. Rachel stepped back into the door way, the shower steaming and load in the background. Rachel was completely naked for the first time, and Helena took a deep look, her pussy was trimmed in a way that she would only imagine a cold and calculating business woman would have it. Rachel motioned for Helena to follow her in with her finger and a smile. But Helena looked to the door with wild dog eyes.
"I will be seeing you again, Helena. When the wolf howls." Rachel said, before closing the door, locking it and stepping into the shower.
"Crazy lady." Helena whispered, getting her denim jeans and shoes on before unlocking the door. Outside she met Sarah's cold frowning face first, and then Paul's. Helena freaked out, she went back into the room and locked the door. Frantically looking around the room, pinning her back to the door. Before opening it again only slightly, Paul had now stepped to the side, and she peered around it to see Sarah.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, her tone was
"Sestra, are we leaving?" Helena asked, as Sarah's hand placed itself on the door. Helena knew she was stronger anyway. Helena wondered how much Sarah knew about why Helena was in here.
"Yes, we are. Now stop fannying about and come on." Helena opened the door and stepped out, careful not to let them see in. She remember Paul stood there and hissed at him, and went to spit before Sarah pulled her backwards towards Kira's room on the next row. "Helena he is cool now ok? He is fine. Paul is fine. Trust me, I'll explain later, now we have to get Kira."
"Kira." Helena repeated and smiled in Sarah's arms. She looked curiously at the difference between Sarah and Rachel. They were subtle, but once you knew they were completely different. Helena had learnt anyway that they were not totally genetically identical. Except Sarah and herself; twins.
"Yes Kira, now have you got everything, we are getting Kira and Ms. S and leaving, got it?" Helena nodded. "What were you doing in there?" Sarah asked last minute. Helena broke free of Sarah's hold and smiled, walking toward the room Kira was in. Sarah looked to Paul who shrugged, who knows what kind of psycho bitch shit Rachel would do. Although he deliberately left out that Rachel was also here at the motel. Sarah charged off towards Helena followed by Paul. The next room on their row was on the next balcony, so they all went down the stairs. Helena's hands exploratively held onto the banister, jumping around like a person running all the way along it. Sarah was self conscious in her tie dye and so pulled it closer around her, her arms attempting to cover it. Paul strode elegantly behind them watching across the car park to the newer cars, and then back to the new set of stairs. Helena went to climb them like an animal, before standing up straight, acting as if she were a top end business woman, she held onto the banister with tight hands, and lifted her legs up carefully. Sarah watched this, and just clambered up the stairs as if she owned them. Paul laughed slightly at the difference, he knew what Helena was trying to do. Once they reached the doors, Helena went straight to it, for the handle opening it.
"Get the hell away from the door!" An Irish Londonish accent shouted in warning towards her, the door slammed shut against Helena once it was open slightly. Sarah took Helena's shoulder and pulled her back.
"Meat head! You can't just walk in we have a secret knock." Sarah insulted. Helena scowled at her.
"Don't call me this." Helena pointed her finger at Sarah, before being interrupted by the door opening.
"Sarah?!" Ms S called out, a smiling Kira at her knees. Sarah took Kira into her arms and lifted her up hugging her so tightly.
"Even a night away feels like a bloody eternity." Sarah said, kissing Kira hard on the fore head. Kira looked to Paul first before Ms S had seen him. Siobhan followed Kira's eyes and peered out of the door.
"You've got bloody nerve showing your face here! What the hell is going on. Sarah take Kira inside." Siobhan leant back to get something, a weapon maybe. Sarah held Kira in her right arm and put out her hand to stop Ms S.
"I'll explain ok!" Sarah warned and looked to Paul, who stood there in his dark jeans, black jacket and perfect blonde hair. He smiled at Siobhan but she only glared back. Helena leaned against the door frame, her hands playing with the hinges as her eyes were fixed on their metallic rust. Her fingers pulled at the rust and it grated between them to dust on the floor. She smiled at looked from Paul, to Sarah, Kira to Siobhan;
"Sestra has a secret." She joked with a laugh. Siobhan was furious, after what Paul had done. Sleeping with Rachel, running off to Thailand and betraying her! What nerve the boy must have, she thought.
Sarah and Kira sat at the table and chairs, Siobhan took the other seat, whilst Helena laid on the bed in her jeans and top thinking about what had just happened with Rachel. She closed her eyes and writhed on the bed, everyone ignored her behaviour but Paul knew. He kept quite. Paul stood by the door his hands behind his back.
"Start from the massive betrayal." Siobhan said in a nonchalant way, sipping her motel complimentary tea that she had put into a thermal flask. She smiled to Sarah, who looked to Paul and then back again.
"Ok, so after we stopped Helena shooting Rachel, Paul messaged me, wanting to talk he didn't say much-"
"Rachel was watching my calls and texts. I couldn't explain much." Paul added in, Siobhan shot him a friendly look, a look that was so friendly it was murderous.
"For some reason we met up, in a bar by the Cold River church. He told me that Rachel was-"
"Rachel was becoming an issue. She needed to be brought down. So I resigned."
"Oh I believe that laddy!" Siobhan mocked, sipping her tea and looking in a joking disbelief at Sarah, who hugged Kira some more and gave her a pleading look.
"It obviously wasn't as easy as that, but that is the jist ok." Sarah excused.
"Yeah." Ms S states.
"I have been gathering Intel from Rachel and Dr Leiki about Cosima, their treatment for her is improving. But Sarah told me something that meant I couldn't keep corresponding the way we had been." Paul, edged a little forward once he felt they had relaxed with him a little bit more.
"And what might that be?" Ms S asked Sarah, making it obvious she was looking at Kira.
"I've decided to cut away from this clone shit. Cal and I, we had a good thing going. I just...I want a break from all of this, to go back to the ignorance that I had before. Kira and I are leaving." At Cal's name Paul moved his eyes uneasily, Siobhan noticed and ignored it. Helena had now completely run through her confusing encounter with Rachel in her head and stared at the ceiling.
"Tiny problem." Helena said loudly to everyone but she still focused on the ceiling. Sarah, Siobhan, Kira and Paul looked to her. Paul's eyes stared at her face, trying to plead her not to say a word. She didn't notice this and pulled her head up to see everyone. Helena looked to Paul, smiling at his stern expression, Ms S noticed this and looked to Sarah. Helena lifted her hands up into the air above her and traced the bumps in the patterned wall papered ceiling with her fingers.
"Yes?" Sarah egged on, wanting Helena to get to the point. Helena laughed slightly.
"No food." Helena stated. Even though he had tried to kill Rachel a month or two back, even though Rachel had threatened the life of her twin sestra, she felt a connection to her. Helena sat up as Siobhan chucked a packet of crisps to her lap. She snapped her hands to the bag and ripped it open eagerly shoving them into her mouth. Once she had tasted a few she slowed down, taking them one by one and licking it straight up and taking the flavour in her mouth. Paul stood a little uneasily.
"So what, it's happy days now. How do we know we can even trust you Paul, I mean you haven't exactly got a clean track record." Ms S sipped her tea and turned in her seat to sit next to her.
"Look ok, right now this is a need to know basis-" Sarah started.
"Need to know?! I need to know, I am only interested in the safety of Kira and if that will be-"
"Kira will be fine!" She shouts, realising Kira is sat there with her hands over her ears. "I'm sorry monkey..." Sarah looks up to Siobhan, and they give each other the nod.
"What's our next move." Paul said in a softer voice as Kira let her hands go down around Sarah's arm. Sarah looked to him.
"I'll take Kira down to Cal and we'll head west to the boarder. We can meet by video link every few days to check up. But this can't be a long term thing Paul, I don't want this to take over my life like it already has." Paul nodded. Helena finished the bag of crisps and wiped the crumbs from around her mouth and t-shirt. It was then that Paul noticed she did not have a bra on, but had one when she left the motel room. Sarah may have noticed but he was not sure. Either way she wouldn't know exactly why.
"Sestra?" Helena asked to Sarah who had given Kira to Ms S to help pack her things.
"Yeah Helena?"
"Where I go?" Helena asked, the room was silent.