A week later...

Dinah paced the waiting room of the therapist's office. The lawyers had made the arrangements, and now she was going to be forced to sit through counseling sessions with Oliver, and whoever this Doctor Jamison was over the next six weeks. To say the blonde was livid at the prospect was an understatement. But she was going to go through the motions, and be a compliant participant. Oliver would be left with no ammunition, and perhaps she could make it clear inside the counseling sessions that they were done. Clearly Oliver had not taken the hint when he saw her at the house.

Finally giving up on pacing, and still continuing to wait for her soon-to-be ex-husband, Dinah found a seat and began thumbing through a gardening magazine that was months old. She wasn't really reading it. It was something to occupy her time. About half way through the publication, Oliver walked into the waiting room. He saw Dinah sitting, and he started to walk over to her direction.

Dinah peered over the top of the magazine and with conviction in her voice, simply stated, "There are about ten other chairs in here that are nowhere near me. Pick one."

Oliver stopped short at the statement, but then proceeded in her direction anyways. Somberly he offered, "Thank you for coming. I know you probably didn't want to, but..."

Dinah glared, "Get away from me. You can say what you need to inside the doctor's office. But you don't get to talk to me out here."

"Dinah..."

Dinah shook her head. "No, Oliver. Get away from me."

Oliver's shoulders slumped and he turned around to check in with the receptionist. After a few uncomfortable minutes in the waiting room, the unhappy couple was lead inside an inner office area where the marriage counselor was waiting. Dinah saw the woman behind the desk and rolled her eyes. The woman waiting to speak to them was a knockout. Instantly Oliver smiled, probably to be polite, but Dinah was not going to cut him any slack. She was a blonde also, and had light green eyes, slightly hidden by a pair of glasses. The doctor looked up from the desk, smiled lightly, and gestured for them to sit on a large leather coach on the far side of the room.

Dinah waited for Oliver to sit on one side, and then she plopped down at the farthest end.

The counselor began, "Mr. and Mrs. Queen..."

Dinah's head snapped up. "Don't call me that. Dinah will do."

The doctor cleared her throat. "Very well, Dinah, and Oliver if I may?"

Oliver half-grinned, but realized instantly that Dinah was staring at him, with a large sneer across her face. "Oliver is fine, Doctor."

"For the next six weeks," the doctor began, "we will be meeting to discuss the state of your marriage, and whether or not it is salvageable. While we are in here, I would ask that we refrain from name calling, and purposeful provocation. I encourage you to voice your thoughts openly, but ask that you do so respectfully. If there is progress to be made, then please just adhere to those simple rules. I understand that these types of situations are highly stressful, so just do your best. Now, who would like to begin about why we are here today?"

Oliver glanced over at Dinah. His wife was tight lipped, and she clearly was not going to speak first. So he started calmly, "Well, Dinah and I have been married for 5 years now. Very recently, the press reported, accurately, that I haven't been faithful the entire duration of the marriage. I just found out that I have a son by one of the women that I had an affair with sometime ago."

Doctor Jamison nodded, and began taking notes. Oliver continued, "When Dinah found out she promptly kicked me out of the house, as well as destroyed some of my property."

"How did that make you feel Oliver?"

"I was upset, but it's not about the house, or clothes, or cars. I was hurt because I know that I hurt Dinah. It tears me up to think that I caused her this type of pain."

Dinah's stomach felt nauseous. Did Oliver really believe the shit coming out of his mouth? She shook her head in disgust.

Doctor Jamison looked in her direction. "Dinah, did you want to say something?"

"As a matter of fact..." Dinah began, trying very hard to control her anger, "I do. Let me just paraphrase what I heard. I cheated. I got caught. Something about my possessions, and oh yeah, sorry about all of that." Turning in Oliver's direction, and speaking with a sarcastic tone, "Was that about right?"

"No, Dinah. That isn't what I said. I know you don't believe me, but I am sorry."

"For what exactly? The lies? The affairs? Or the fact that you got caught? Tell me, were you planning on telling me any of this ever?"

Oliver decided to go with honesty. "Not right away, no. I wasn't sure how to tell you I had a child outside of our marriage."

"But if you hadn't, would you have told me about the affairs at all?"

"No."

Dinah turned her attention back to the doctor, crossing her arms. "This is one of the reasons I am so angry. You would have let me continue a sham of a marriage, believing that you actually loved me."

"I do love you though."

Dinah was disgusted, "Stop. You have no idea what that word actually means. You have humiliated me, made our marriage a public spectacle, and yet you sit here and tell me you are sorry, and that you love me. If you HAD loved me, you would never have strayed. I can't forgive you for the infidelities, and what all you have put me through."

The doctor leaned forward, "Is that all you angry about? It seems like there is something else as well."

Oliver looked at Dinah intently. After his conversation with John, and Dinah's behavior at the hospital, he was sure Dinah did have something else. What she said shocked him.

"Actually," Dinah began, tears starting to well up in her eyes, "I made an appointment with a doctor today."

Oliver felt a little surge. Was Dinah pregnant? Could be this the tie that could possibly bind them, perhaps force Dinah to try and work something out?

She looked at Oliver, and a mixture of anger and hurt splayed across her face. "Given that my husband can't tell me how many women he slept with, and the fact that he had a child with at least one of those women, I felt I should get a checkup. Specifically, I am being tested for STD's. Do you know what that's like? To believe you are in a monogamous relationship only to find out that your husband has had unprotected sex with at least one woman? And frankly, I doubt that it was only one."

Oliver sat back in shock. He didn't know what to say to that. There was nothing that could make Dinah feel better.

Dr. Jamison looked at Oliver. "Do you have anything you would like to say in response?"

Oliver dropped his head in slight shame. "I...I don't know what to say. I could say a million different things, and nothing in my mind sounds appropriate, or soothing. Dinah, I can't say I am sorry enough. I never...I..."

Dinah looked at her husband, "Don't say anything, because there is nothing that you can say to make any of this better, or to make any of it go away. And this is just one more reason that I kicked you out. You will never be welcome in any house that I live in. You will never be invited to any social gathering I attend. The very act of looking at you is a horrible reminder of the position you have put me in. It's unforgivable. And ALL of this, ALL of it, was because I foolishly believed that we were in love, and would spend a lifetime together. You have obliterated any love that I held for you. Let me ask you this. Did you ever stop to consider that you were married before hopping into countless beds with women you admit mean or meant nothing to you? How could you do this?"

Oliver stammered, "I-I'm flawed Dinah. I wish that I had been the man that you wanted me to be. I made mistakes."

"Several...?" Dinah spat.

"Yes," Oliver nodded solemnly. "You're right. More than several. I can only say that I understand now how my poor actions have affected you. I would never intentionally hurt you."

Dinah shook her head in disbelief, "Do you actually believe what you are saying to me? What is it that you thought would happen if I did find out?"

"Honestly? I didn't really consider that you ever would, or at the very least recently, I considered that I would be the one to tell you about my son." Oliver tentatively reached out, his own tears stinging in his eyes, "I will beg you for the rest of our lives to forgive me. I don't want to lose you. You are the one woman who I shared everything with. You know my fears, desires, everything."

Dinah jerked back. "No, Oliver, you didn't share everything, and there will be no more marriage. I don't trust you. I don't love you. You ruined that. And the shit of it is, I bet I am more broken up about it than you will ever be, and I hate you for that too."

Oliver pulled back, and closed his eyes. The rational man in his mind knew his marriage was done, and that he had been the reason. But his mind had not caught up to his heart, and that part of him still didn't want to admit that he couldn't somehow find a way to make everything up to his wife. But as he sat reflecting on everything that had happened, he was driven back to his conversation with John from a week prior. "Dinah, I know that you don't want me right now. You may never be able to see past my mistakes, but I will always be here for you. I will always look out for you. There is no one more important to me, and I know that you will probably always be my biggest regret in life, in the sense that I failed you as a husband. I won't fail you as a friend though."

Dinah wasn't sure where the last part of his thought process had come from. "We aren't friends. We'll never be friends. You ruined that too. So take your promises of looking out for me, and whatever sappy sentimental crap you are thinking about spewing and stick it straight up your..."

Dr. Jamison interjected, "Okay, let's not venture into that territory. So, Dinah, what do you hope to get out of coming to these sessions now that you have said how you have felt?"

Dinah's voice was blunt. "Nothing. I don't think that couples therapy is going to accomplish anything towards reconciliation. But I also know that I am bound to my agreement, so I will sit here and listen. There will be no changing my mind about the divorce though. I don't want to be married to Oliver anymore."

Oliver heard the words, and his heart sank a little farther. He had heard Dinah say that things were over between them multiple times. He simply couldn't completely accept it. "What about Huntress?"

Dinah's head shot towards her husband in anger once more. Oliver continued, "What did happen that night at the warehouse? Why did she go in alone, with no regard to her safety? Why did you and Shayera have a fight at the hospital? Why did one of your best friends give you a black eye? And WHY did you promptly turn around and forgive her? The Amazons attacked John and I, and you didn't stand with me. And I know you didn't know what you know now. So, I would like some answers. I admit that I'm at fault for withholding information from you among other things, but I'm not completely in this boat by myself in that regard. SOMETHING happened between you and Huntress, and you aren't saying a word about it."

Dinah continued to stare daggers through Oliver's head. "You don't get to talk to me about her! You don't get to demand or request answers to things that are none of your business."

"I get the feeling that if Helena had been in my shoes, you would have come to her aide even though you were having difficulties with the friendship. I know you were, not because you told me so, but because I had to hear about it from John."

Dinah gritted, "I think you know bringing up his name is not the place you should ever go with me. EVER."

"My point Dinah is that when Shayera and John split, you took her side. The same could be said of Huntress as well. You always go to her."

"It's what friends do. I was never a fan of John's to begin with. He was tolerated because of you. Yet another capitulation I made in our marriage for the sake of keeping the peace. And the situation with the Amazons was regrettable. But you did EXACTLY what you are accusing me of. You stood with John as he made asinine comments about my friends. The only reason you ended up in a fight, that you didn't win by the way, was because of John. You should never have put your hands on Artemis."

Oliver got a little angry, "First of all, I didn't 'put' my hands on her inappropriately. Seems to me the Amazons have a little bit of an anger management issue. Secondly, all of what went down stemmed around the fact that my wife had a black eye. A black eye, may I remind you, that you got from one of the very women you sit here and defend."

Dinah looked at her husband incredulously. She turned her eyes to Dr. Jamison. "Doc, I'm breaking a rule right now." Turning her gaze back to Oliver, she screamed, "YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE! So, stop talking about Shayera, Huntress, and the Amazons. If I choose to forgive Shayera for a black, well, that's my right. You, and John, were the ones that wouldn't drop it!"

Oliver fired back, "And you're holding back something. John was right. Something happened between you and Huntress. Whatever it was damaged your friendship, and I know it had to be major, because it caused a split between the three of you. Knowing what I know about you and Huntress, and how close you two are, it couldn't have been anything little. Something small would have been forgiven instantly. So, it leaves me wondering what it was that caused a rift. She wasn't speaking to you. She went off half-cocked and put herself in serious danger, damn near getting herself killed. She had no regard for her personal safety whatsoever, or for anyone in the area that ended up coming to help her. And the rift continues. You didn't go with her to the island. Why? She doesn't want to see you? I know that she refused to see you in the hospital as well. I am not sure what happened, but I think that you and I may not be so different."

Dinah's eyes went wide, and she stood suddenly. She took a couple of steps, and spat, "Go fuck yourself Oliver. You've fucked everything else." And with the utterance, she stormed out of the room.

Dinah got to the door leading outside, and heard her name called.

"Dinah! Wait!" Dr. Jamison was walking at a quick pace to catch the other blonde.

Dinah spun around, fury still boiling in her veins.

The doctor eyed the woman standing in front of her. "Dinah, I know that you are angry about a lot, and I understand the raw emotions you are having. I'm not sure that you will return to these sessions, but I would like to encourage you to make an appointment to speak to someone. You have a lot going on right now, and it probably seems overwhelming. What I am saying is that I hope you will consider making an appointment with me or anyone to talk about these things. Just think about it. Okay?"

Dinah nodded and spun quickly slowing down her pace only slightly as she left the office completely. She took a handful of steps down the street before pulling out her cell phone. Quickly she found the number she was looking for and waited for a familiar voice to answer. "Hey, it's Dinah. Is that offer still good to crash with you? I-I really need a friend right now."

Getting the answer she was hoping for, Dinah continued, "Thank you. Is tonight too soon? I could catch a flight...thanks Lois."

Helena was now hobbling around more frequently on her crutches. She hated the damn things, but was resigned that if she wanted to see more than the view from her bed, she would have to get used to the idea that they were a necessary evil. The poker game had gone well, and had lifted her spirits somewhat. Artemis promised that she would come the following week and escort her to some of the Amazon training grounds so she could witness the training of the women there. Artemis also promised that she would make sure Helena got to witness the Amazon trials. No human outside the island had ever done so, and Helena was honored at the offer of the opportunity to be the first. Clio, for her part, had come to visit a couple of times since the game. She brought books, and while her taste in good reading material was vastly different from Helena's, the brunette appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Of course, Shayera and Diana were constant visitors. They were always welcome, and Helena could see that everyday brought them a little closer together. Helena smiled to herself. She really was a genius in that regard. But her thoughts strayed, as they frequently did, to one person. Dinah.

The blonde hadn't tried to directly contact her. She wondered what was happening between her and Oliver. She had thought to ask Shayera a few times, but never did. And for her part, Shayera never brought up the blonde. Helena wasn't sure what she would say or do the next time she saw Dinah. Would it always be awkward between them? Helena resigned herself to the fact that it probably would be. In her mind, Dinah would stay with Oliver, and that their friendship was probably done. It would never be the same since Helena had blurted out her feelings that night.

Helena shook her head. Why had she said anything at all? Singlehandedly, in one admission, she figured she had ruined everything. Why hadn't she just avoided her for a while? But Helena knew the answer to that question immediately. She couldn't. She couldn't stay away from the woman that she loved, and it had cost her everything. Sighing, Helena hobbled over to her drawers, and began pulling out her shirts, refolding them, and hoping to distract herself away from her misery.

But fate was not on Helena's side, and as she reached the bottom of the drawer, she found a familiar picture. It was the one that had recently occupied a spot on her nightstand for as long as she could remember. Pulling out the small frame, she stared at a snapshot of a time when she was happier. Sighing, she set it up on top of the dresser. Helena wondered if looking at it would make her miserable, or motivate her to get out of the room. She hoped it would be the latter.

Looking down once more, Helena saw an envelope at the bottom of the drawer. She instantly recognized the handwriting on the front. Pulling it out, she shifted it back and forth in her hands. Helena guessed that it had been packed away in her bags, perhaps Dinah had at some point given it to Shayera. Helena understood why she hadn't been given it immediately. Her state of mind hadn't been the best when she arrived, and although she was still struggling, she wasn't near the condition she had been when she left Gotham.

Opening the envelope, Helena pulled out the card. The front had a silly cartoon on it, and Helena didn't bother reading it. She opened it up to see what Dinah had written. The note was simple. It read, "Get well soon. Know that I will be thinking of you while you are away. I miss you already...Dinah."

Before she could tell her mind or heart otherwise, Helena felt the tears begin to fall. She read and reread the words several times. Sighing, and still crying, she slipped the card into the envelope and placed back in the drawer. She neatly stacked her refolded shirts back on top, tucking away the small sentimental item away.

"Helena?"

The brunette turned to the sound of the voice, and saw Amaya standing in the doorway.

The Amazon saw Helena's tears, and crossed the room. But when she got to Helena's side, she stopped, unsure really what to say or do. She didn't have to figure out what her next action would be as Helena leaned in and clung tightly to her caretaker. Sobs began shaking her body; Amaya wrapped her arms around strong shoulders, and just let the other woman cry.

"I-I'm sorry," Helena croaked out.

"It's okay. Let it out."

And Helena did just that for a few minutes, desperately trying to calm herself, but not managing to stem the tide of tears that wouldn't stop flowing. Amaya squeezed a little harder, and Helena placed her face on the Amazon's shoulder. Looking down, Amaya spied the picture frame, and felt her heart tug, not only at Helena's tears, but at her situation as well.

After a few more minutes of listening to Helena cry, Amaya offered softly, "Do you want me to go get Shayera or Diana? Do you need someone to talk to?"

"No," Helena sniffed. "I have already put them through so much. I don't want to burden them."

"Helena, you are all friends. I'm sure that they don't see you as a burden."

"C-Could you just stay?"

Amaya nodded, and held onto Helena like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Dinah hadn't wasted any time in booking a flight to Metropolis. She rented a car at the airport and inputted Lois' address into the GPS system. Arriving at her destination, Dinah marveled at the townhouse. It wasn't huge, but it was classy and distinguished, as was the neighborhood. She made her way up the steps in front and knocked on the door. It was quickly answered, and Lois stood standing in the doorway. She smiled at Dinah, and ushered her inside.

"How was your flight?"

Dinah shrugged, "Nothing exciting."

Lois stood for a moment, not sure if she should hug Dinah. The two had bonded somewhat over an interview, and Dinah had told the press that only Lois would get any exclusive. But the phone call from Dinah said that she needed a friend, and Lois was prepared to be just that. Tentatively she reached out, and gave a light hug. Dinah reciprocated, and at the end of the affection, Lois led Dinah to the living room.

Sitting down on a simple couch, Dinah began twisting her hands nervously.

Lois took a seat on the couch next to the blonde, and asked simply, "Dinah? What happened? You don't have to tell me. You are more than welcome to just lounge her for as long as you need to. Don't be alarmed though if you see a tall man floating through any of the windows. He never uses the door."

Dinah chuckled slightly at Lois' attempt to lighten the mood. "Lois, thank you. Really. I wasn't sure where to go. I just needed to get away."

Teasing, Lois stated with mock-seriousness, "Well, on behalf of the citizens of Metropolis, welcome Black Canary."

Dinah laughed a little harder. "Thank you. I really mean it. I-I just had a horrible day, and I really needed someone to talk to."

"Whatever you need Dinah. I can listen. I can talk. I can't cook though. Don't expect miracles."

"Lois, please forgive me..."

"For what?"

"I can't give you anymore exclusives. Not right now anyway. Once the divorce with Oliver is over, I will."

"Dinah, I know we don't really know each other that well, but if you need a friend to just talk to, I can do that. Nothing you say here will be printed anywhere."

Dinah exhaled, a weight lifted off her chest. She was worried that she would offend the other woman by making the statement, but in looking at Lois' face, the brunette didn't seem to mind.

"I met with a marriage counselor today. Oliver was there."

"Okay."

"He said the typical things. He's sorry; he never meant to hurt me, blah, blah, blah. But he said some things towards the end of the session that really bothered me."

"What was it?"

"He brought up Helena."

"And?"

"He basically stated that although he lied about a lot, that I was lying too. He didn't call me a liar specifically, but he intimated that I was keeping things from him. He said that I was just as guilty in that regard as he is, was whatever. The thing is, I know he is right. I didn't say as much, but he is right. I'm not telling him about how I feel about Helena."

"Let me ask you something. If Helena wasn't in the picture, and all of this had still come to light, would it change how you are dealing with Oliver?"

"No."

"Then why are you upset? It isn't any of his business. You told me that you love her, but you were prepared to work on your marriage, right?"

"Yes."

"Then again, why is it his business? You didn't cheat. He did. You reacted independently of your feelings about Helena. Your situation with her may have fueled more of your anger, but it wasn't the reason that you are leaving him."

"I wish it had been. I wish that I had listened to her when she tried to tell me that she didn't like him. I was so blind Lois. And you know what she did? She stopped saying anything just to preserve our friendship. She was selfless. Helena continued to be my friend despite how she felt, and stuck by me. And how did I return that loyalty? I lied to her, and stood by the man that betrayed me."

"You didn't know he was a cheater."

"But I knew that I didn't love him like I do her, and I still let her go. I wish I could take it all back. But I can't. I miss her Lois. I want to go to that island and hug her and beg her forgiveness."

"But?"

"But it isn't fair to her to do that. How could she ever believe me if I told her all that? How could she ever want me after I turned my back on her? It makes me ill knowing that I did. I should have told her the truth. I should have done things so differently. And Oliver sat in that session and all but told me that I chose her and Shayera over him a long time ago. And to some degree he is right. I didn't cheat physically, but my heart wasn't his like it had been when we got married. Maybe that's worse."

Lois shook her head, "No. You pushed those feelings to the side for Oliver and for the sake of your marriage. You took your vows seriously, and tried to do the right thing. I understand that. It's what you do Dinah. You are honor personified. But you can't keep everyone happy."

"There's another reason that I won't go to Helena."

"Okay..."

"If I did, and she and I somehow worked things out, and decided to be together, I am still afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of what people will say. I don't have a secret identity. I'm out there. I have to live in the 'real' world. If Helena and I got together, the press would never leave us alone."

Lois smiled to try and lighten the mood, "Leeches. All of them."

Dinah chuckled although her mood was still somber. "Of course, present company is excluded."

Lois smiled again. "I don't think anyone will care that you are bisexual or that Helena is either. Is that what you are worried about?"

"No. I agree. But to bring a relationship into the open will cause rumors to swirl that it was the reason that Oliver and I split up. I'm sure that they'll paint her as a home wrecker. I'm sure that my reputation would take a huge hit as well. Gold digger is probably what they'd call me at the very least. As it stands, as long as I can get through five more sessions, I will get a considerable sum in the settlement. I have no plans to keep most of it, but that won't matter. I can't do that to Helena. It isn't fair."

"What isn't fair is that you are deciding things for her. Why not talk to her and let her decide?"

"I can't. I can't bear to disappoint her again if I can't deal with the backlash."

"Everything blows over eventually Dinah. You know people will talk about it for a while, and then move on to some other couple, or scandal as it were. You two could go back to fighting crime and living your lives together. Oliver will move on too."

"I am afraid of what he would do if it came to light."

"You are afraid of Oliver?"

"Physically, no. He isn't a wife beater. He's a philanderer of the first order amongst other things, but other than that, I'll admit he's decent. But Oliver has the ability to drag things out longer and I think he would."

"Why?"

"He has John chirping in his ear right now about Helena and I. That doesn't help. John can't seem to get over Shayera, so I can see him lighting his fiery anger under Oliver as well. He already sort of has."

"Is this something that Superman could help with? Maybe he could talk to the both of them. It sort of is League business if the members are struggling with each other in the public eye. This sort of thing drags the League down in the public's mind."

"No, I wouldn't ask him to that. He isn't a babysitter, and he shouldn't have to be. That's not fair to do to him."

"I think he would though. It's funny, but he thinks of you all as family. As stubborn as John is, Superman respects his abilities and loyalty. Diana's bluntness and temper frustrates him as well, but he loves her like a sister. What I am saying is that maybe you could benefit from a little influence on your behalf from the Big Blue Boy Scout. He understands that when you have a collective group doing what you all do, that there are bound to be...issues. Really the same could be said of any office group."

Dinah laughed, "Except that most offices don't have superheroes with superhuman capabilities. There is no HR department to complain to in the League."

"Well," Lois joined in the laughter, "maybe that should change. Could you imagine? Flash walking into someone's office answering to innocent sexual harassment charges, instead of the slap and walk away he gets now?"

Dinah laughed harder. "No HR department would know what to do with us. 'No dating' rules went out the window a long time ago."

"At the Daily Planet too."

Dinah shook her head in amused frustration, "This is a soap opera."

"A good one though. You have to admit that your life isn't boring."

"No, it definitely isn't."

Lois became a little more serious again, "You really won't consider talking to Helena?"

"No, not right now, and probably never about this subject. If she wants to, and she comes to me, I will. I just don't think that will ever happen."

"So you are willing to let the friendship go?"

"I don't want to. What choice do I have?"

Lois stared into Dinah's eyes, "You have plenty. Dinah, I am going to be blunt. You shouldn't care what other people will say. Let them call you every name in the book if they so choose. You just sat here and told me that you regret letting Helena walk away not knowing the truth. But in listening to you, you are prepared to do the same thing again? She reached out to you once, so she may not do it again. So, you have to decide what you can live with and if you can live without her."

"I can't. I don't want to be without her."

Lois leaned over and squeezed the blonde's hand. "Then fight Dinah. You're doing it with Oliver. You are leaving him. Fight for Helena. Admit to your mistakes. Tell her you love her. She may decide that you aren't worth it, but I don't think she will. And if for some reason she walked away from you, then you would at least know you tried. As brave as you are in other areas, you need to get braver now for her."

"I'm so afraid..."

"We all are. It's what love does to us. It scrambles the brain. But when you have something worth fighting for, then you should. Don't let her go without telling her everything. Bare your soul, if you don't mind the sappy saying, and see what happens. Don't try, and live with more regret."

Dinah sat silent.

Lois spoke up once more, "Do you love her?"

"Yes. There's no doubt."

"Then suck up your insecurities. Time is a precious thing, and time spent with someone you love is priceless. Don't let fear dictate who you want to be. Because if you did, then I am wrong about you. I think that you're a strong woman, and that you can do this. Am I incorrect? Because just like Helena, I have an uncanny ability to see people for what they are. I know that you are more than what you are allowing yourself to be."

Dinah instantly laughed, "Did you just say that you have an uncanny ability to see people for what they are? How did that work out with you and Clark again?"

Lois chuckled, "Touché'. But I think you know that I'm right."

Dinah nodded, "You are."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Finish these sessions, get rid of Oliver, and then go after the woman I love."

"Good girl."

Dinah sat and reflected on everything, and although she had said she would fight for Helena, she wasn't completely convinced she would. Or could.

A/N: Welllll? What did you think of the counseling session and Oliver's argument that Dinah is holding back something? Poor Helena, just when it seems like she's gonna be okay, she takes a step back. Good thing she isn't alone. How do you guys feel about the good doctor? How far do you see this going? And finally, Lois. I love Lois, and someone needs to kick Dinah in the ass! Thanks as always to everyone who reads and reviews! We appreciate it.