Title: Fine Again Part 3 "Partners in Crime"

Rating: PG-13 (For Helena's Litter Mouth)

Pairing: H/D, B/G

Author: Wizard Inc. (A subsidiary of Virtual Crack Productions).

Author's E-mail: Marvelwizard@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: By a cruel twist of fate I own none of the characters, so please don't get mad and sue. Lyrics Belong to Black Lab.

Author's Note: This started out as just part 3 too Fine Again, but its sorta morphed into something more, hence the subtitle, I also decided to do this chapter from Helena's POV, I

 had an idea that has been nagging at me forever, decided to try it, Please send loads o' feedback, I'd much appreciate. Virtual Crack Strikes Again J

"Can you teach me how to fly?

  You see I'm scared to die,

  I've only just begun to learn to crawl.

Can you teach me how to fight?

  You can keep me up all night,

Would you be there on the ground?

  If I should fall? Fall for you…"

-Black Lab

-Helena-

            It's been 4 months. Feels like a year, but it's only been 4 months since I lost it in the alleyway. I came home slightly drunk, ok maybe extremely slightly drunk. I found Dinah asleep on my couch. In my inebriated state I was very happy to see her; as opposed to the purple circus midgets my drunken brain had convinced me where in my apartment. I vaguely remember sprawling out on the floor next to the couch, but when I woke up she was still there. I lay on the floor spread out like I had tried to make a snow angel and fell asleep during my efforts. I watched her clean up my apartment, making amends of the broken furniture and shattered glass. I croaked out some comment about her channeling Martha Stewart and she just smiled at me and giggled. My beautiful, sweet, sunny Dinah. I had made an ass of myself, spitting on formality, dancing on the edge, falling, and she caught me and picked me up. My own fluffy cloud. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me, I sound like a retarded hallmark card. I can't help it, even now I'm grinning like an idiot. What is it about her that just creeps into every part of me, crawling into my heart, making it her own. Yup, I'd say it's been about 4 months since I fell completely head over heels, bass-ackwards in love. I mean shit, all Dinah has to do is smile in my direction and my knees turn to jelly and my heart thumps so hard I swear its going to break right out of my chest.

            I used to have a real big death wish, after my mom was murdered, didn't care if I hurt myself, I was walking blind, didn't want to fight for myself anymore, I had forgotten how. It's like the saying 'Shit happens, and life gets in the way'. But when Dinah came into our lives, she slowly became my world. I was reborn. Damn kid is changing me for the better, teaching me how to fly, healing my heart and all that shit. Who knew falling in love could be so fucking beneficial. You want to know the really scary part; I think she feels the same way. Yeah, freaky huh, I'm scared shitless. So much for being the big, bad Huntress. I don't know what the hell to do, I mean I know what I'd like to do, kiss her, hold her, never let her go, but where do I start? Ugh, there's that mushy shit again. If I wasn't such a fucking chicken I'd come right out and tell her how I feel, then sweep her off her feet. Dinah would love that romantic, mushy cliché. But like I said before, I'm a chicken shit, sitting here all googley eyed, watching her do her homework with Gabby. To make matters worse Gabby has figured out what's going on, I know because she keeps throwing me amused glances, just daring me to do something. Ugh.

            You know I even thought about serenading her with song, or at the very least dedicating a song to her on her favorite radio station. But all I've been able to come up with are a few lines from Barbie Girl, by Aqua, which in itself is really sad. I need to stop borrowing Barbara's CD's. The most romantic song in my cd collection is Closer by NIN, and telling the kid I want to fuck her like an animal might not be the best way to break the ice, we'll save that for later. Great, shit now she is looking at me too, Fuck she smiled at me act cool Helena, do something, maybe she wont figure out you've been staring at her again. Oh real smooth Kyle, read the Pop tart box, how fascinating, well it is, but that wasn't very smooth. Christ, maybe I should just sell what's left of my pride and ask Gabby for help. Fucking hell, I don't think I was this much of a teenager when I was a teenager. My dark side, my inner demon, is telling me to forget it; I'm just going to hurt her anyway, even with my love. But my heart is taking over, beating the shit out of my inner demon, telling me to go for it.

            I wonder what Barbara would think, she would probably lecture me, as only she can do, about Dinah being younger and all that shit. But she has no fucking room to talk; I see the way she looks at Gabby, especially when they talk about all that science geek shit. I know Gabby has a thing for her, she has that whole hot for teacher thing going on, I can see it in all the glances she throws at Barbara, every time she's at the clock tower. Not that Barbara would admit it, she'd fucking well freak if I said something too her, *chuckle*, could be fun. I wonder what…ok what's going on? Dinah's going to the kitchen and Gabby is headed my way. I straighten up and wipe the grin from my face. Time to act cool.

"Helena, how are you?" she says when she stops in front of me. Why is she smiling like that, she keeps glancing at the kitchen like she doesn't want Dinah to catch her. I arch my eyebrow in question.

"Fine"

"I have a proposition for you", my eyebrows both shoot up at this, "I want Barbara, you want Dinah, and I say we help each other, become partners in crime, so to speak." She says with a smirk. I ponder this for a moment; I can't stop the evil smile that spreads across my face. I put one hand on my hip and shake her hand with the other.

"Why the hell not, should be fun". She smiles and walks back over to the table as Dinah re-enters the room. Fun,*chuckle*, this should be a fucking trip.

TBC….