(AN: Let me start with the most obvious thing first... I don't own Victor Charles Sage or Helena Bertinelli, I do however own Halen Bertinelli and Victoria Charlette Sage – Bertinelli or Victoria Bertinelli as she calls herself, Kevin Kent, and Darren Lance. Next, I want to thank JanaGirl123 for co-authoring this thing and I want to thank The_Lady_Isis for the use of her characters Rachel Grayson, Tia Drake, Benjamin Gordon, and Olivia Queen-Lance. That said, this chapter is going to skip between the worlds a little bit. I kind of wanted to show Victoria and Halen's children wondering where they are.)

Reflections: Through the Looking Glass

Chapter 3

(Helena and Vic's Apartment– forty-five minutes later)

Helena walked in her apartment to see the conspiracy room over flowing into the living room. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Q had done this before when he believed he was near a breakthrough, and after leaving him alone with another version of himself she should have known this would happen.

Every time he had done this she had tried threatening to burn his evidence, but he simply looked at her and indicated that he had back-ups. Finally, after the twelfth time it had happened, she changed tactics and told him that if he didn't pack it back into the 'Conspiracy room' then she would go down stairs, walk over to Burger King, buy a chicken Whopper, and eat it in front of him. Moments later he had huffed in defeat and carried the mess back to the room.

"Q, what the hell are you doing?" She asked as she sat down two paper bags, Halen carrying another set behind her.

"Victoria made discoveries on her Earth that confirms several of my theories. She found the connection to Winnie the Pooh and the secret messages being sent out by big business to children demanding that they annoy their parents until they buy cheap toys that fund the Illuminati and sponsor unknown wars that are happening all over the world." Vic said off-handily. "Did you buy any peanut butter?"

"Of course you did." Helena muttered under her breath, "Pack it back into the room, Q."

"Can't. Need the space in here."

"Chicken Whopper, Q, I mean it." Helena threatened.

"Helena... I need to get this down." He explained, trying to make her understand the absolute importance of writing down this crucial information. "It's important."

"Halen, do you like Burger King?" Helena asked coolly.

At her question Victoria cocked an eyebrow in Halen's direction, glaring at him. Halen fidgeted uncomfortably at the look of death his wife was giving him, "Ummm..."

"Oh good God don't tell me that I'm whipped." Helena groaned, throwing up her hands in defeat.

"No, and she has a point, Q, or, um, Q's. This really doesn't need to be out here." Halen opined.

"Five minutes. Let him finish." Victoria bargained.

"Victoria...pack it up. The conspiracy room is big enough for you two to work in. Besides, I'm planning on fixing eggplant for dinner tonight. I would hate to change the menu to something like, I don't know, corn nuggets." He smirked.

Victoria looked at him and huffed, sending him a glare over her shoulder, "Fine. Come on Vic, let's move it."

"You eat eggplant?" Vic asked skeptically.

"Second child, pregnancy cravings, moment of weakness." Victoria admitted with a sigh as she picked up several papers. "Still like to have a fried plate of it every once in a while."

"That's because eggplant is genetically altered to have enzymes in it that makes it addictive." Vic explained knowingly.

"Not all of it." Victoria said defensively, "Organic, locally grown eggplant is safe. Tested it myself."

"Hm, I would still prefer to be safe." Q shrugged as he carried the rest of the papers, maps, and magazine clippings back to the room.

"So, has she held out on you before?" Helena asked after the two had disappeared into the Conspiracy room.

"No, and I don't want her to." Halen stated simply.

"I know what you mean, I can't even think about not sleeping with Vic." Helena admitted sheepishly, "Even when he's being a stubborn ass. So, are you really going to fix eggplant?"

He nodded and walked into the kitchen, "I don't see why not. We just bought enough to feed China and I don't have any kids complaining about the taste. Well, except for Vic, but he doesn't really count."

Helen watched as he cleaned the vegetable and soon began slicing it into quarter inch thick pieces. She walked over and began working on the Italian sausage before lightly glazing it with honey. After a few moments the apartment began to fill with the heavenly smell of the wonderful food cooking, prompting Vic and Victoria to step out and head toward the kitchen where they found their food almost ready.

"We need to talk about how to get into Star labs tonight. It's a fair drive to Metropolis." Vic began.

"What about getting the League to-Oh wait, not a good idea." Helena frowned.

"Especially since the teleporters take pictures of you with clothes on and then in the nude." Halen added distastefully.

"Wait, what?" Helena yelped as her eyes widened.

"Batwoman filled us in. She told us all about the creepy pictures when we were looking into Victoria's capture." Halen scowled, "Bunch of perverts if you ask me."

"Oh, God... Arrow better not have gotten a look!" Helena snapped, narrowing her eyes.

"Batwoman stated that only founding members could pull up the pictures. Still, that leaves a few candidates who tend to be weak..." Victoria trailed off.

"If I find out Flash has looked then he won't be able to run fast enough." Helena seethed.

"It's a logical step in security, Helena." Vic opined.

"Whoa, wait just a minute there! How can you sit and quote all of these conspiracies to me and then say that this is a justified security measure? It's stepping on our right to privacy!" Helena exclaimed.

"Well..." Vic muttered before Helena glared at him, "It might be a logical step, but I didn't say it was moral or right." He added hastily.

She seemed satisfied with his answer and quietly fumed for a few minutes about the possibility of someone other than Q getting to see her naked. "Stupid perverts."

"You're telling me."

"I didn't think it was so bad." Victoria murmured to Q.

"Neither did I." Q whispered back.

"What are you two conspiring about now?" Halen sighed.

Victoria plastered a look of pure innocence on her face, "What do you mean, Halen? I was just trying to convince Victor to try the eggplant."

Halen looked at her skeptically but nodded, "You should take her advice, Vic. Not to brag but I'm a kick-ass cook."

"He's right." Victoria chimed in.

"I'm not doing it." Vic stated firmly.

"Please?" Victoria tried.

"No."

"Come on, Vic, what's the worst that could happen?" Halen asked.

"I could become addicted to the taste, loose my way of thinking, and have my mind become a puddle of mush." Q explained tonelessly.

"Good lord..." Helen groaned, "Just eat the damned eggplant!"

"No!"

"Do it!"

"I don't want to!"

"Victor!"

"Helena...!"

"I'd do it if I were you." Murmured Victoria, "Your Halen looks pissed."

"No, no way in hell." Vic declared determinately, "I'd rather eat my own foot."

"That can be arranged." Helena growled, "Ugh, then could you at least eat the chicken?"

"Helena, you know what they do to the poultry-"

"We all know." Halen muttered.

Victoria shot him a look, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, sweetheart." Hunter said quickly.

"Ugh, I AM whipped!" Helena groaned.

"...Does this mean I still have to eat the eggplant?" Vic asked hopefully.

"YES!"