Note: Well, I did get lotsa nice reviews, and was offered cyber domination, along with a lot of please, and groveling, so here's the update I offered. I hope you like it, cause it was kinda fun to write; don't ya just love the tortured psyche? Anyway, here it is you wonderful reviewers, enjoy. Also, I would've had this up earlier, but fanfic was being a major pain in the ass, and not letting me upload, so sorry to leave you hanging like that.

Disclaimer: Not mine, nope never, although if I were to get a shovel, some rope, and snickers, then we'll see. No we won't, I have no plan.

Click, click, click; the noise echoed back at her, reverberating off the walls of the seemingly endless hallway, click, click, click. Darkness surrounded her so much so, that she could only see a few feet in all directions, yet still she walked, click, click, click; and still it echoed back. She stopped peering at everything around her, she knew it would be the same though, dark walls, dark floor, uncertain future, and clouded past, so she continued forward click, click, click. A thin mist followed her steps, always staying behind her, never venturing out in front because it was she who generated the mist and there was no wind of any sort to blow it into the future. Her voice didn't seem to work either, she had already tried to call out, but it was as though she had never spoken before; silence surrounded her along with the darkness, and it seemed as though neither would ever end. Only a strong calling forced her forwards, something telling her to go, and she never seemed to grow tired so she kept going if only to satisfy that need click, click, click.

"Do you know why you're here?" A voice sounded, repeating itself many times in the echo.

"No." She answered back, surprised that she could at last use her voice again, and that it seemed so effortless even though she felt as though it had not been used for years.

"I think that you do, feel it, let the memory flow through you physically.." It returned, it had a soothing quality to it, almost melodic, and motherly.

Suddenly she felt a pain in her leg, she gasped nearly falling as she became dizzy and disoriented as well; it almost felt like water running down her leg, but no, it felt too thick to be water, it was a phantom feeling of the blood pooring out of a nonexistant wound, and then it just stopped, "I died didn't I." She realized as she calmly stated what she percieved to be a fact.

"Yes, they tried to revive you, but failed. Clinically, you would be declared dead by now."

"What does this have to do with anything? If this is heaven, or hell let me say that it's pretty messed up." Dinah quipped.

"This is not heaven, nor is it hell; it's a place of in between, a separate plane where the soul goes. Souls do not just come here though, only those that for some reason or another are still trying to stay alive even though the body is dead. It does not happen often though, only very few are actually trying to live through death, ghosts are similar in a way, except that the 'real world' will not relinquish them, forcing them to remain forever trapped, trying to pass on."

"So you're saying that I'm one of those souls and not a ghost. How do I get out?"

"Face the past, face the future, then you'll be ready to face the present." Came the cryptic response.

"Does that mean that when I do I'll die?" Dinah asked only slightly fearful of the answer.

"Perhaps, perhaps not; in truth it's up to you."

"Right, so how exactly do I face the past and future exactly?"

"You start by turning around." It was a new voice that spoke, and it was vaguely familiar; but unknown until a face could be put with it; as Dinah turned she came face to face with her mother, Carolyn Lance.

"Mom." Dinah utter in hushed tones, her mother merely smiled, "Not to be rude, but why are you here?" It felt so good to see her again after she had died, something that Dinah deeply regreted since she never gave her mother a real chance until it was too late, and that she had never found out the truth.

"You chose me, to you I represent the past, and so now I'll be your guide through the largest ordeal you've face emotionally, so that you can finally over come it. Follow me." They walked back through the mist, and everything seemed to warp, flashing one thing and then another, scenes she recognize from her life. The swirling mist grew thicker until she couldn't see anything but the smokey haze, panic grew within her, but it ebbed away as the mist faded; it returned when something far worse took its place.

Twenty ninth street, a place that she had feared for five years, a place that haunted her nightmares, a place that she had never quite managed to get over. "It figures." She mumbled, it forced a self-depreciating chuckle from her, "Of course it would be here. What was I expecting?"

"I am sorry, but it has to be done, in order to move on whether it be in life, or death you need to come to terms with what you did." Carolyn really did sound appologetic, and for some reason it was comforting.

"I don't think that I can." It was heart breaking to hear since it sounded so pathetic coming from Dinah's mouth.

"You can, you just need to try first. Right now, you're about to watch it all play out, and then you'll see some of the things he did, and enjoyed." Already the scene started as Carolyn was speaking, starting with Mr. Tince arriving on the steps to wait. "It all starts here, you can almost smell the greed, the need for power, disgusting. This is what super heroes, and police are always trying to stop." They watched on as everything started to bend and twist, Dinah shuddered, although she hadn't exactly been in her right mind at the time, she could still remember the feeling of her powers so wild and out of control, she could remember how much she liked it, and how much it frightened her even now, especially the fact that she craved more of that power, like an addict would crave their drug of choice. "Now the fear starts, because the one things most killers are afraid of is death; it's part of the reason why they kill, to try and prove that they're not afraid of it, or maybe just to see what it's like so that they'll be able to face it when it comes."

Continuing on they watched as he was lifted on to the wall and threatened, "You see them surrender so easily, anything to spare them, no matter how worthless their life might be. People like you, on the other hand, would rather die then betray their comrades. This is why you ran, at least part of it, you betrayed them before you died." It paused just as memory Dinah was about to mentally squeeze the trigger.

Dinah nodded, "I should. . .this should have never happened, he should still be alive. My last thought as I killed him was squeeze, never pull." She laughed weakly as it seemed to be the only way to hold in the tears.

"And what should it have been?" Carolyn asked, taking her eyes off the scene around them, and instead focusing entirely on Dinah.

"I don't know."

"You see it really doesn't matter what your last thought was, what matters is that this," She gestured lightly to the scene before them, as it started playing once more; the loud bang caused Dinah to flinch, "was not a betrayal."

"How could it not be? He's dead, for no reason; I had gotten the information that I wanted, but I still killed him." Dinah berated herself, the self loathe that she had managed to push down for so long beginning to surface noticeably so from the dead look that came into her eyes.

"Let's take a look back into his past, and see how wrong you feel about killing him then." The scenery changed once more to another house, a cheap looking one at that, the insides were dirty, and they felt dirty, even looking at it somehow made one feel like they needed a shower. Cigarette butts littered the floor along with stains of different sizes and shapes, a gun along with its clip sat on the coffee table, and a few beer bottles lay in the corner of the room. "Listen." The sound of skin slapping hard against skin was heard followed by a small cry of pain.

"You stupid bitch." Slap, "Why the hell isn't dinner done?" Slap, it was Tince hitting his wife.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I never meant to." She never got to finish as Tince hit her again.

"Never meant to what? Never meant to get knocked up so that I have two stupid ass kids to take care of? Oh wait I know, never meant to start dinner so late." He mocked her as Dinah started on in shock.

"I'll do better next time." The wife promised as she tried to hold back her tears.

"See that you do." He warned.

It shifted again, it was still the same house, but it must have been a different day, and now they were upstairs. Two children cowered in the corner, "You stupid, worthless nothings! Can't you do anything right! You aren't worth the cost of the food I have to buy for you! Daddy, daddy, I need some new clothes." He imitated their voices and seemed to grow more annoyed, "I'll tell you when you need new clothes. God damn pieces of shit." He hit them both, this brought up more memories of Dinah's from living with the Redmonds, they told her that she was nothing to, but she could only deal with one thing at a time, and right now the prime candidate was this.

The shifting grew faster, and what she saw made Dinah want to vomit, killing after killing after killing, all with Tince behind the gun, or knife, or whatever he had been using at the time. After the first one she saw him walk casually into a bar and order a drink with a smile on his face as he pulled out the cash he made from the job. "Still think that it wasn't at least a little justified, because I can tell you that his family doesn't miss him."

"I don't know, it still feels like it should be wrong, but I can't quite bring myself to regret it anymore. After all he did I suppose he did deserve to die, but it wasn't my job to do that, he should be sitting in a jail cell."

"We both know that he wouldn't be, a year, maybe two later he would've gotten out and done the whole thing all over again. It wasn't entirely your choice either, as I've seen it, you weren't exactly sane when you did that." Carolyn noted.

"So what? That suddenly makes it okay?" Dinah asked, angry that it should be so easy to justify this.

"No, it should never be okay that you did this, but you need to realize that it served a purpose, and that it wasn't exactly your fault." Carolyn tried to rationalize for her.

"Maybe."

"Everything is meant to be at some point Dinah, everyone is born, everyone dies; sometimes by accident and sometimes on purpose, your killing has been constituted as an accident. It wasn't you who did those things, and who wanted to do other things. Just think about it." Carolyn instructed, "You've faced the past, and now you need to face the future; go now."

"Wait a second." Unexpectedly the being did stop, "Do you actually have anything of my mother's besides the way she looks?"

"I'm partially your mother, so yes."

"Do you have her memories?"

"Several of them, and yes you may see the one you want to most. In this plane of existence, you won't feel the pain from your powers." Dinah nodded, grateful that she would be able to see now what she was too much of a coward to see earlier. They grasped hands, and the truth was finally confirmed; Carolyn Lance had saved her daughter, she had always been wanted, and was given up for her own protection.

They pulled away, "Thank-you."

Back in the hallway now, she was currently facing towards the mist, but that was her past and slowly the mist dissipated, leaving what was behind her brightly lit. "Are you going to appreciate your past all day, or are you going to turn around and face the future?" This voice Dinah recognized easily, it was Helena.

"You represent what I think of as the future." Dinah stated, her back still turned with her arms cross behind her.

"Not entirely." This caught Dinah's attention, and she turned around, "I only represent half, Barbara symbolizes the other, but you are only allowed one guide, and so subconsciously, you chose me."

"Is it any wonder why?" Dinah smirked as she asked the rhetorical question.

Helena smirked right back, "Come on, let's take a walk." She invited warmly holding her hand out, which Dinah gladly took hold of. "We can only show you a few brief glances of everything that could be if you are alive."

"What is the purpose of everything that has been done?"

"Honestly?" Dinah nodded, "Honestly, the past was suppose to make you want to die if you couldn't deal with it, that's why they chose your most emotionally difficult moment, this is incentive to live." Dinah nodded again, this time in understanding. "It's all just one, big mind fuck, chose life or chose death; we give you reasons for both, and you chose which you want more, living with the past to gain what is in the future, or dying with the past and shunning the future."

"I find it annoying with all the shifts, I already know that I want to live." Dinah told the phantom Helena.

"We know, but we still have to give you your choices. Look to the left." Dinah did as instructed, and saw the team (including herself) sitting, exhausted, but laughing all the same; they had obviously just done some major vigilante work. "Now look right." This time Dinah saw Helena in a hospital room, herself besides her crying gently. "I know that one's not so pleasant, so let's get onto some happier ones." For what seemed like hours Dinah looked at what could happen in the future, and if she hadn't already made the decision to live, after this she would've, it was all so wonderful. "Time to go now."

Back to the hallway again, Helena was gone, and the space in front of her was now lit, the disembodied voice was back as well, "Have you made your choice?"

"I have." Dinah answered.

"Then what is it?"

"Life." The last image she saw was Alec with the syringe sticking out of her, but it seemed to be going in reverse. Instead of pushing the plunger down, he was pulling it up, and the orange liquid was pulled back into it as he pulled it out of her. The sensation of her heart beating returned, but she was so tired; only the desire to know if it work made her open her eyes, the first thing she saw was Barbara slumped in her chair beside the table, "Barbara, where's Helena?"

"She's dead, she's not alive, how can she not be alive?" Helena thought to herself, it was all too much for her to take in. Normally she'd be throwing some sort of a fit by now, throwing tables, chairs, anything that she could get her hands on, but this was all so much more, it felt like her mother dying again. She did the only thing she could think of to do, she walked over to a corner, sat down, pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and shut down. It was selfish, and she knew it, the world needed her, but right now she didn't care; she needed Dinah, and if she had to live without that, then the world would have to live without her. Right now though, she felt the need to be selfish "Don't I deserve it?" After all, her and Dinah had just expressed their feelings for each other, after five years they finally had each other, and now it had been ripped away from her.

"I need you so much." It physically hurt now that Dinah was gone, in the background she could dimly make out the tone of Dinah's flat line, and Barbara's voice. None of it matter though, because none of it was Dinah's voice. So she would stay where she was until Dinah returned to her, until the reason to move was brought to her. "She can't really be gone, but she is. It's not fair; it's never fair; first mom, and now Dinah. Who next, Barbara?"

She felt trapped, lost with no escape within the confindes of her own mind, it was a prison that she didn't particualrly want to escape, she simply felt no need; in her minds prison she sat in the corner, which was reflected on her real self. Inside she was plotting the death of the Kaze, how she would kill them all one by one, making sure that all of them died like her beloved Dinah, slowly, able to watch as their life poured our of them. Another part of her screamed "No" that it was wrong, that Dinah wouldn't want it, but that part didn't matter to much, she couldn't carry out her plan, because she wouldn't move.

She sat there and she waited, until finally something touched her face through a glove, and someone whispered in her ear, sounding strained, "I'm here, it's okay to come back now." That heavenly, heavenly voice that could only belong to the one she yearned for, and for Dinah she would do anything, so she woke up to the sight of those beautiful blue eyes staring into her.

Hope was gone, but still she tried; by now Dinah had gone cold in her death, but still she tried. Pounding on her chest over and over, wanting, or needing (she wasn't sure which anymore) to bring back the lifeless form that adorned the metal slab. "Dinah, you have to come back. Come on please, I know you can do it." She tried to encourage, but to no avail. Eventually her pumping stopped, and she looked away; it was so hard to look at the now blue lips, the glazed, half-lidded eyes. Instead, she focused her attention to the room around her, Helena was curled into herself, which was not a good sign; Helena was having a break down.

For a few moments she tried to call Helena back, but it was too hard, and she soon gave up trying, it was painful for her to, and right now she didn't have the energy to look after both herself and Helena. She remembered all the good times they had together, mostly the two picnics, if nothing else, she was glad that they had gone on that last one before all this.

"Why doesn't it have to be so hard?" She had asked herself this only a few times before, once was when she had killed Shiva, or thought she had anyways, and now she did again. Her student, who she had thought of as a daughter, much like she did Helena, lay dead before her, and she just couldn't figure out why. Dinah had been so good through everything, her mother leaving her, the Redmond's abusive nature, trying to be a super hero, and then succeeding, the only thing she had ever done wrong was killed a man, but that hardly absolved her death. "Maybe if I had done something different, noticed them sooner, then she wouldn't have snapped and she wouldn't have killed. It could've changed everything, she would've never met the Kaze, which means that she wouldn't be dead now. Have I failed again?"

Then, the most incredible thing happened, the heart monitor started beeping, but it didn't seem to register until she heard what she did, "Barbara, where's Helena?"

Her head shot up, "Dinah, you're alive. How?"

"Not now, I don't have the strength to explain right now. Where's Helena?" Dinah asked again.

"Over there, she hasn't moved since she sat there, and I can't get her to snap out of it." Barbara admitted.

This spurted a weak laugh from Dinah, "There's no real problem, at least not anymore, she's just being selfish. Please help me over to her."

Grabbing a pair of crutches she handed them to Dinah, who gratefully accepted them, and then hobbled over to Helena. Dinah sat down beside her, putting the crutches so that they were leaning against the wall, "I'm here, it's okay to come back now." She smiled as the brown eyes came back into focus, lighting up in surprise.

Note: Sooooooo, how'd ya like it? Did it live up to expectations? I have to know, I'll even give up the cyber domination, and here I'm groveling now see? *Grovels pitifully on the ground* I kinda worked hard so I really have to know, please, please, please, please, review, I'll be sad if you don't.