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"Remind me again why I hang out with you."

"You're drawn to my eccentric charm." Vic replied calmly as he continued to type. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Helena in her Huntress gear threw a punch at a random guard.

She rolled her eyes while executing a back flip, carelessly throwing another guard into a fax machine.

Q paused in mid-type to watch her. Never had he seen someone be so destructive with so much grace. A beep brought him back to reality, signaling the files had been successfully copied.

"Finished."

"Me too." She turned to face him. "Get what you came for?'

"I believe so." He tucked the small device into his coat. "If there's a link between Cadmus and Luthor I'll find it here."

"And you did that all with a Nintendo DS?" She grinned.

"It's not a gaming system, it is an electronic device used for copying files and downloading information."

"Well it looks like a DS."

"Please, do you really think I'd allow such a sinful corporation to touch files as precious as these are?"

Her lips twitched into a small smile. "Well, ignoring the many things that were obviously wrong with that sentence I'd say it's time for me to head out."

After a moments hesitation he decided to ask the question that had been bouncing around the back of his chaotic mind. "You don't have to go, you know. Do you have any plans for this evening?"

"Why, need me to help you break into a bank?" She cracked. "And yes, actually. I have a date."

He froze. "A-A date?"

"Yeah." Helena smiled. "With this guy from work. He's been hitting on me for like a month and since I'm not exactly seeing anyone I figured I'd give him a chance. I mean, one date's not going to really hurt anyone, is it?"

He resisted the urge to inform her that yes, it would hurt someone. "I suppose not. Does he have a name?"

"No, his parents were going to give him one but then they decided it would be to much work."

He felt slight embarrassment flow through him. "You know what I meant."

"His name is Roger, Roger Monroe."

"Never heard of him." Vic shrugged. "What's he like?"

"Tall, nice bod, brown hair, pretty hot." Helena began. "Not Luthor rich, but still pretty wealthy."

"Oh." He slowly digested the information he had been given. "Anything else?"

"Well, his hands are pretty big so you know what that means." She winked mischievously. "And from what I hear he's not just a genius with stock." She watched as he suddenly shifted awkwardly. "But that may have been a little to much information."

"Just a little bit." He attempted to sound humorous but was fairly certain he hadn't succeeded. "When do you have to go?"

She glanced at a clock on an unbroken wall. "Right now, actually. So if you don't have anything else you need me to help you with..."

"Don't." He muttered. "I'll talk to you later, have fun on your date." 'But not to much fun'. He thought unhappily.

'On the other hand', He mused. 'It's only one date. It's not like they're going to get married or anything, right?'


"-That for once when I ask him to try to get home instead of working all those night shifts he'd make a point to try to get home earlier? I mean seriously, I have needs. I get that he's trying to earn more money to put the kids through college someday but it just gets so annoying sometimes, you know?"

Helena took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not asking for the moon, but you'd think that if I could manage to patrol an entire city and spend a good seven hours or so kicking ass andstill manage to get home and have enough energy to get it on that he could do the same, right?"

"Um...yes?" Vic guessed.

"I know he's doing it for us but...Do you think I'm being to hard on him?" She finally asked.

"I honestly have no idea." Vic shrugged.

Helena shot him a tired glare. "Remind me to vent to Dinah about my husband instead of you, you're about as much help as Ollie is." She sighed. "But enough of my ranting, let's talk about you."

He fought back a groan. "Helena..."

"Don't use that tone with me," She scolded. "I'm only trying to help you." Her voice softened. "I've been worried about you lately."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You don't really seem to care about anything anymore, or anyone. All you ever do is mope around the Watch Tower or your apartment all by yourself, it worries me."

He felt a pleasant warmth flood through him. Helena cared for him; it might not have been the way he would have liked it to be, but the concept was still present. "Well it shouldn't, I'm not acting any different than I have for the past few years."

"But it's different now." She argued. "You're not thirty anymore, I just wish you'd at least get a girlfriend or even a boyfriend or something."

"So you want me to get a girlfriend to make you happy?" Vic smirked.

Helena whacked him on the arm, making him yelp. "That's not what I said! Why do you have to go and twist everything like that?" She scowled at him. "But since you're obviously not going to take my advice, could you at least make yourself useful and pass the sunscreen so I don't roast?"

He rummaged around the small bag before handing it to her. "Now, how is it during the day it's ninety degrees but at night it's twenty?"

"That's the beauty of winter turning into spring, babe." Helena smiled and gestured to the rest of the beach. "We get to use all the blankets we want at night and have killer tans during the day."

"I suppose." He conceded, handing her the small bottle.

"Thanks. Christ, it's hot out here." She sat up on the beach towel and leaned forward to grab a bottle of water out of the cooler, giving Vic a particularly nice view of her backside. And with the tiny blue bikini she was in, little was left to the imagination.

His eyes traveled shamelessly down her spine and past her hips, latching onto her bum. The image of him ripping off the bottom of her small suit and taking her from behind in a fit of passion suddenly entered his mind and he began to feel a particular heat that had nothing to do with the sun.

He quickly looked away in embarrassment, ashamed at himself. Did he really have that little control when it came to even the mere thought of sex with Helen?

He decided not to think about it.

She turned to him and wiggled the bottle in her hand. "You want one?"

"Um, no thanks." He coughed, studying the sand with far to much interest. As much as he wouldn't mind giving those damn seagulls something to squawk about this was hardly the time or place for such tempting thoughts.

"If you say so." She sighed, laying down on the beach towel and stretching herself out. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

She handed him the bottle of lotion. "Lather me up."

"Uh...What?"

"Put it on me, dummy. You know, rub it on me so I don't turn into a tomato."

He stared at her body, then back at her face. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why?" She snorted. "Is there some conspiracy behind it?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"But nothing." She frowned. "Please, Vic." She pouted her lips. "Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?"

"Fine." He grumbled, snapping open the lid as the scent of coconut filled the air. "But only since you said please."

"My, my, such a gentleman." She teased, brushing the hair off her back and over her shoulders. "Rub it in good, 'kay?"

"Got it." He murmured, squirting the warm liquid on her bare back. He felt her shiver, "Woo that's cold, warm me up quick, alright?"

He tried not to think about the request for to long. "Uh-huh." He gently began to work it onto her back and over her shoulders, feeling her smooth skin under his calloused hands. Vic took in her warmth, trying not to wonder if she was that warm everywhere. "Like that?"

"Mm-hm." She murmured closing her eyes. "You have really nice hands."

"Th-Thank you." He choked out, wanting to rub the lotion all over the forbidden parts of her gorgeous body.

"You're welcome. Mm, that feels nice." She purred, rubbing against him. "Really, really nice."

He shifted uncomfortably in an attempt to banish all X to XXX thoughts from his head as she began to moan slightly. Vic debated asking her to stop, but decided it would raise to many questions.

She continued to moan and occasionally whimper beneath him as his swim trunks suddenly began to feel tight. Oh why, oh why did she have to make those glorious noises and torment him? Oh why oh why couldn't he show her just how loud he could make her get?

"I think you're done." He panted, retreating to the far end of the towel they were sharing.

She sat up and stretched her arms out. "Mm, thanks. Jeez Q, were you ever a massage therapist or something, you're really good with your hands."

"Uh, no. Not to my knowledge." He squirmed.

Helena opened her mouth to continue when a voice interrupted her. "Mom! Christopher knocked down my sandcastle again!"

Helena rolled her eyes. "Chris, leave your sister alone!" Her gaze turned towards her other son. "Charlie, could you try to get along with your brother just for one day? Please?"

The eight year old frowned. "But he's so annoying!"

"Well, you can be to sometimes." Helena opined with a smile.

"Mom!" Whined Charlie, "Can't you just take my side once?"

"Once I did, but you were to young to remember it." Helen teased.

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Whatever, can you just get me a water?"

"Fine." Helena shrugged as she bent down and handed him one. "Now scram."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned as he ran off.

Helena turned back to Vic. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go."

"Agreed." Question yawned as he stood up, offering Helena his hand. "I have something I would like to show you back at my apartment, if you're not to busy."

"Sounds fine." Helena nodded. "Let's go."


"Where is it again?" Helena called.

Vic reappeared from his living room. "In the closet in my bedroom. I'll get it."

Helena curiously followed him, intrigued at what his most private room would look like. Four plain walls, no windows, a messy bed, and clothes flung carelessly on the floor greeted her. "This place is such a bachelor pad."

"What did you expect?" Vic asked as he rummaged through his closet. "Pink bedspreads and matching curtains?"

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up! I just meant that it wouldn't kill you to redecorate or something. I mean look at how small your bed is! What is that, a twin?"

"It's comfortable." Vic shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but what if you bring some lady home? There's no way you could have wild sex in that thing, unless of course you wanted to be that constricted..."

"Won't."

"Won't what?"

"Won't bring a woman home." He explained. "I don't want one."

"Not one?" Helena asked doubtfully. "Come on, are you seriously telling me you don't want to have sex?"

"I do want to have sex, but not with any woman."

"Oh..." Helena murmured as she began to catch on. "I never knew you swung that way, but I mean-"

"No!" He exclaimed quickly. "I mean that, it's just, well, there's this one woman..." He began.

"Is she pretty?" Helena interrupted.

"Beautiful." Vic continued. "There's this one beautiful woman who I care about, a lot. She's the one I want to share my bed with, not some whore I meet at a bar."

"Well then why don't you ask her out?" She exclaimed.

"She's-She's married." Vic admitted quietly. "And she doesn't like me that way, no matter how much I love her."

"So, what, if you can't have her you don't want anyone?"

"Well, I do but...it's not the same." He finished quietly. "I do have sex, Helena. But what's the point if you spend the entire time fantasizing you're with someone else; it's not fair to your partner. I'd rather just be by myself."

"Oh, Vic." Helena murmured. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard." She walked over to him and hugged her old friend tightly. "Any woman would be lucky to have you, you know that?"

"Even you?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"Yeah." She smiled at him. "Especially me." She took a step away from him and let him go, watching him stare at the floor in embarrassment before quickly exiting the room, beckoning for her to follow him.

That stupid woman. Helena thought angrily as she followed him, mad that someone was making Vic feel this way. She has no idea what she's missing out on.


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