REMEMBERING | Part Two |
| | Author's notes: Here is part two. I'm afraid to get back into Body Double and the Trust series before I feel pretty solid in BoP-verse. So, think of this as a writing exercise you all get to participate in.
| | Summary: Four years later, everyone's life has been changed. Some more than others. Find out what's going on in their lives now.
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Dinah Lance was a good field operative.
No, scratch that.
Dinah Lance was a *great* operative.
But before you all get feelings of déjà vu, that is where the common narrative ends.
She had taken up her mother's mantle and was quite adept at successfully completing her missions. She'd even learned how to correctly aim a batarang.
All you had to do was aim two and half inches to the *left* of the target. Dead center, every time.
Of course, being a meta, with powers that were as unpredictable as hers, meant that even at the age of 20, she still had to spend an hour and a half in the training room every day. Collage professors didn't quite understand how she could have escrima-stick shaped bruises and yet no paper on why Catherine loved Heathcliffe. Sometimes, she had problems with it herself.
For a mentor, Barbara wasn't getting much older. In fact, she was getting a hell of a lot better.
Though, with Helena's semi-active duty, she was working her a lot harder. Dinah was slowly beginning to appreciate her mentor, and her mother, much more than she'd thought possible. The fact that they'd gone through the same exact thing--her mother had to deal with a three-year old, Barbara a father in the Law enforcement occupation--made it that much more important.
Of course, being a skilled telepath didn't hurt. If she wanted to, she could always just "grasp" the answers to the test out of her teachers. Not that she did, but she could. The option was still there.
These days, she could do three things and keep up a friendly banter with the criminals she was apprehending. Helena would be proud. Why, just last night, she'd had one guy hovering in the air, his partner pinned against a wall, and when the third had snuck up on her from behind? She'd promptly dispatched that threat with a solid mental overload.
He landed at her feet.
So yeah, life was good.
* * *
He found her outside, on the balcony. The apartment was older then the two of them combined and she stubbornly insisted on keeping it. Said it was worth her time. That she'd invested too much in it to let it go.
"Hey." He rested his hand on her shoulder.
"I didn't mean to wake you up." She didn't sound incredibly sorry, but that was because they both knew she didn't have anything to be truly sorry for.
Reese waited her out while she decided to turn around and face him. He ran his hands down her shoulders and rested them on her waist. Of course, she didn't know that every time she breathed the wrong way, he woke out of a sound sleep. She didn't know she was the reason he went into work some mornings with bags under his eyes.
It was nice to know that there were a few things he could keep from her. "It was time for me to get up, anyway."
"You don't say," she softly replied, elbowing him playfully.
It was comfortable to stay in each other's presence, trusting that the rickety balcony would hold them
"So." Reese exhaled gradually, and she shifted. "Couldn't sleep?"
She shrugged and he felt her barely leashed power moving under his hands. "More like didn't want to."
His brow rose. After living with her for nearly two and half years, and knowing her mannerisms even longer, he knew a thing or two about Miss Helena Selene Kyle. And sleep? She *loved* it. "Is that so." He turned her in his arms until she was looking at him. "And why is that?"
She swallowed gently and ran her hands up his arms, finally settling to look in his eyes. "Today. My mom."
And just like that, something from her past came up and socked him in the gut. Feeling horribly inadequate, he drew her close. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's just. I usually can't sleep this time of year."
"Anything I can do?"
Helena shook her head. "You're already doing it." He brushed back some of her hair, running his fingers through the longer strands in the back. Ever since she'd grown it out, he loved doing this, had almost an unnatural attachment to her and--apparently--her hair, and she all but purred like a cat. "She would have liked you."
Some people would make blanket statements like that, trying to ease the awkwardness. With them, nothing was awkward any more. He'd seen her at her worst, she at his, and they were intertwined in a way some people could only hope to achieve. So there was a lot more to this than met the eye. "Really. What makes you think so?"
"She always liked dangerous men."
That threw him. "I'm *dangerous*?"
She rolled her eyes. "Reese, you're a cop."
"Oh."
"A cop who's not too big on conversation this evening," she frowned, and his hand moved to automatically smooth out her worry-lines.
A cop who's a bit more interested in reading you this evening, was more like it. "Hey, I just came out here to listen."
She kissed him on the nose playfully. "Just to listen?"
"Well."
Reese kissed the side of her head and gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze. "I would have liked. to have met her."
She smiled. "Me too."
They stood out for a little while until she complained about being sleepy and practically frozen. He knew that after everything they'd been through, opening up didn't come naturally and she was two steps away from being hyper-embarrassed. Some people would be annoyed by that fact, but it was just another one of the little quirks that made Helena tick. It was cute. He fought not to smile as they got resettled into bed, and made sure she was sleeping deeply before closing his eyes.
Maybe he wouldn't go in with dark circles under his eyes this morning, after all.
* * *
Okay, so there's part two. Basically, the way this is laid out, you get insight into the person's life in the first part, and then dialogue in the second part. Helena, Barbara and Gibson will probably end what will be a 5- part grouping.
Let me know what you think-if it was okay, if it needed work-if it just wasn't even worth it.
| | Author's notes: Here is part two. I'm afraid to get back into Body Double and the Trust series before I feel pretty solid in BoP-verse. So, think of this as a writing exercise you all get to participate in.
| | Summary: Four years later, everyone's life has been changed. Some more than others. Find out what's going on in their lives now.
* * * * *
Dinah Lance was a good field operative.
No, scratch that.
Dinah Lance was a *great* operative.
But before you all get feelings of déjà vu, that is where the common narrative ends.
She had taken up her mother's mantle and was quite adept at successfully completing her missions. She'd even learned how to correctly aim a batarang.
All you had to do was aim two and half inches to the *left* of the target. Dead center, every time.
Of course, being a meta, with powers that were as unpredictable as hers, meant that even at the age of 20, she still had to spend an hour and a half in the training room every day. Collage professors didn't quite understand how she could have escrima-stick shaped bruises and yet no paper on why Catherine loved Heathcliffe. Sometimes, she had problems with it herself.
For a mentor, Barbara wasn't getting much older. In fact, she was getting a hell of a lot better.
Though, with Helena's semi-active duty, she was working her a lot harder. Dinah was slowly beginning to appreciate her mentor, and her mother, much more than she'd thought possible. The fact that they'd gone through the same exact thing--her mother had to deal with a three-year old, Barbara a father in the Law enforcement occupation--made it that much more important.
Of course, being a skilled telepath didn't hurt. If she wanted to, she could always just "grasp" the answers to the test out of her teachers. Not that she did, but she could. The option was still there.
These days, she could do three things and keep up a friendly banter with the criminals she was apprehending. Helena would be proud. Why, just last night, she'd had one guy hovering in the air, his partner pinned against a wall, and when the third had snuck up on her from behind? She'd promptly dispatched that threat with a solid mental overload.
He landed at her feet.
So yeah, life was good.
* * *
He found her outside, on the balcony. The apartment was older then the two of them combined and she stubbornly insisted on keeping it. Said it was worth her time. That she'd invested too much in it to let it go.
"Hey." He rested his hand on her shoulder.
"I didn't mean to wake you up." She didn't sound incredibly sorry, but that was because they both knew she didn't have anything to be truly sorry for.
Reese waited her out while she decided to turn around and face him. He ran his hands down her shoulders and rested them on her waist. Of course, she didn't know that every time she breathed the wrong way, he woke out of a sound sleep. She didn't know she was the reason he went into work some mornings with bags under his eyes.
It was nice to know that there were a few things he could keep from her. "It was time for me to get up, anyway."
"You don't say," she softly replied, elbowing him playfully.
It was comfortable to stay in each other's presence, trusting that the rickety balcony would hold them
"So." Reese exhaled gradually, and she shifted. "Couldn't sleep?"
She shrugged and he felt her barely leashed power moving under his hands. "More like didn't want to."
His brow rose. After living with her for nearly two and half years, and knowing her mannerisms even longer, he knew a thing or two about Miss Helena Selene Kyle. And sleep? She *loved* it. "Is that so." He turned her in his arms until she was looking at him. "And why is that?"
She swallowed gently and ran her hands up his arms, finally settling to look in his eyes. "Today. My mom."
And just like that, something from her past came up and socked him in the gut. Feeling horribly inadequate, he drew her close. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's just. I usually can't sleep this time of year."
"Anything I can do?"
Helena shook her head. "You're already doing it." He brushed back some of her hair, running his fingers through the longer strands in the back. Ever since she'd grown it out, he loved doing this, had almost an unnatural attachment to her and--apparently--her hair, and she all but purred like a cat. "She would have liked you."
Some people would make blanket statements like that, trying to ease the awkwardness. With them, nothing was awkward any more. He'd seen her at her worst, she at his, and they were intertwined in a way some people could only hope to achieve. So there was a lot more to this than met the eye. "Really. What makes you think so?"
"She always liked dangerous men."
That threw him. "I'm *dangerous*?"
She rolled her eyes. "Reese, you're a cop."
"Oh."
"A cop who's not too big on conversation this evening," she frowned, and his hand moved to automatically smooth out her worry-lines.
A cop who's a bit more interested in reading you this evening, was more like it. "Hey, I just came out here to listen."
She kissed him on the nose playfully. "Just to listen?"
"Well."
Reese kissed the side of her head and gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze. "I would have liked. to have met her."
She smiled. "Me too."
They stood out for a little while until she complained about being sleepy and practically frozen. He knew that after everything they'd been through, opening up didn't come naturally and she was two steps away from being hyper-embarrassed. Some people would be annoyed by that fact, but it was just another one of the little quirks that made Helena tick. It was cute. He fought not to smile as they got resettled into bed, and made sure she was sleeping deeply before closing his eyes.
Maybe he wouldn't go in with dark circles under his eyes this morning, after all.
* * *
Okay, so there's part two. Basically, the way this is laid out, you get insight into the person's life in the first part, and then dialogue in the second part. Helena, Barbara and Gibson will probably end what will be a 5- part grouping.
Let me know what you think-if it was okay, if it needed work-if it just wasn't even worth it.