= = = (*Serenade In Blue*) = = =
Helena walked slowly down the halls of the school, remembering the time she'd spent there only a few short years past. She'd been getting ready to graduate about five or six years ago, and she remembered wondering what she was going to do with her life. She was still pretty messed up over the death of her mother at the time, and therefore the only real consistency she could be sure of was Barbara. Helena could only hope that Dinah knew she had more to go on than that.
The Barbara had asked her to meet in her office before she had to go to a teachers meeting, and Helena was eager to hear whatever the red-head had to say. They had to push it back a bit though, a student needed an emergency meeting about a Shakespeare paper they were writing that was due the next day. Helena was happy to oblige, but she really wanted to know what was going on. Her mentor had been acting strange all week, being rather short with her and constantly moving. The brunette had the oddest feeling that there was something being hidden from her.
After stopping at her old locker and trying the combination that she used for it in high-school, she was not shocked when it didn't open. She still had 10 more minutes to waste, and she was running out of ideas for things to do. As she made her way down the hall towards the gym, where she was contemplating entertainment of the basket-ball variety, a reverberation caught her attention.
It sounded like the tuning of a guitar. As she fallowed the noise a little further to the left, she peeked through an open door into an empty room. The Music room, to be precise. And who else was in there besides the tall blonde focus of her affection. As Dinah tuned the guitar, she heard that she'd started to play a slow and careful tune (having to start over a few times due to missed chords). Once she had the strings right, the song became a little more solid, more familiar. And Helena realized she'd heard it before.
"I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
You say I've been driving you crazy
and its keeping you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
'Cause I dont wanna waste another moment
in saying things we never meant to say"
"And I Take it just a little bit
I, hold my breath and count to ten
I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in."
Who would have thought, Helena wondered, that our little shy Dinah would have a voice like that? As she stood there in the door of the dark and empty of the Music Room she watched the blonde play the guitar with a mass of concentration she'd not expected of the girl. But that wasn't even the most of it. Her voice was smooth yet smoky, incredibly mature and weathered, so different from her speaking voice. Not only was her music talent a shock, but also the fact that she was singing the guts out of the ditty. A touch of her own personal funk rubbed onto the song made it sound even better than the times she'd heard it on the radio.
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space in between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe"
If there were any mistakes in the music, she couldn't hear them and even more than that, she didn't care. The voice of this girl seemed all the more sweeter by the fact that she was Confident in her ability to play and do so without a care. The way she was happily concentrating with her eyes close, strumming the guitar with a blind grace . . . Helena was hypnotized by the sight. She didn't even want to have to take her eyes off the girl. And she had the strange feeling, as the this soft song played, that she wouldn't have to.
"Well it's all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what's real"
"And I Give you just a little time
I, Wonder if you realize
I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes"
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe"
Some where in the back of her mind, the brunette had the feeling that she was supposed to hear this. As though the fates had pointed her down this hall, and teased her ears with the haunting music. As her eyes roved over the no longer awkward blonde, she thought, maybe . . . just maybe . . . this song was for her. That it was meant for her ears, and hers alone. That this was some secret serenade just for the two of them, and the stars had fallen in line to give her something good for a change. But more than that, more then the stars and the fates, more then the sound of the music emanating from such a cared voice . . . maybe Dinah was singing for her.
"So I whisper and I'm,
Hoping you hear me
Do you hear me?"
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright"
"I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain . . ."
As Dinah let the last note fade and she smiled, and finally opened her eyes, Helena raised her hands to start clapping. But before she could, another voice - one not as intoxicating and refined - started singing. One she couldn't place with a face.
"Oh, someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's in the kitchen I Know-oh-oh-OH!" suddenly a hand appeared through the back door to the Room, the one that led to Theater. The girl who had been singing (and Helena hoped she never would again) was slightly taller than Dinah with blonde hair in bouncing ringlets. Gabby, Helena thought, What is she doing here - interrupting my secret Dinah time?
"Some one's in the kitchen with DIE-Nuh! . . . strumming on the 'ole banjo!" she said, voice cracking, almost to the point where it had to be intentional, and then bursting out laughing along wither blonde counter- part.
"Firstly; this is a Music Room, not a kitchen, Secondly; this is a guitar, not a banjo, and thirdly; there's no body in here but us . . ." Gabby chuckled, and wiggled her eye-brows slightly.
"Gabs, you know I hate that song . . ." Dinah said, a mix of laughing at how bad the other girl's voice was, and exasperation. She pulled the guitar's strap off her neck, and started putting it back into it's box. As she snapped it shut, Gabby started walking slowly towards the other blonde.
"I know, I just like to tease you anyway . . ." she said laughing. "Seems you've final found something to entertain you while I have Play Practice, huh?" Dinah nodded, and Gabby walked towards her, smiling as the Meta got up out of her chair. "Good, 'cause I'd hate for you to be bored." She said quickly before leaning down to give the girl a quick kiss.
As the ringlet girl pulled away, Helena felt her hands snake into tight fist, and her barely controlled anger rise to the point where she almost contemplated giving the young girl a running start. That is, until she saw the small smile spread over her young partner's face. She smiled, Helena thought, all anger flooding out of her . . . she smiled, and it was from another girl kissing her . . .
Almost as fast as her anger towards Gabby came, it left again, replaced by the sadness that it was not her own lips that made her sweet friend smile so radiantly over such a simply display of affection. Jealousy flooded her, though not the usual angry kind. The slow, cold, lonely kind that made her realize what a thing she knew she'd truly lost. This small girl that she'd given her heart to, even unbeknownst to her, had over-looked. She didn't even bother to consider me, Helena thought sadly.
Silently turning away, she walked back to Barbara's classroom. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she was supposed to be there about a minute or so ago. As her feet gently dragged down the hall, she thought about what she'd seen, what she'd hadn't done, and what she knew she now couldn't do. Her thought over whelmed her so that she didn't even realized she'd already made it into the red-head's class room and sat down at one of the small- freshman sized - desks.
"Something tells me you already know what I was about to tell you." Barbara stated sadly. Helena looked up suddenly, as though just realizing where she was and who was there. The face of her mentor was full of a sad sympathy. I guess all the mysterious busy-work was explained now. There was a secret, and they were keeping it from her. Now that *did* make her mad!
"You knew?!" Helena yelled suddenly, her sadness fading under a more familiar rage, "You knew and you didn't tell me?!" Barbara was unfazed by the anger. She'd expected it and more than that, she felt that she would have done the same.
"She asked me not to tell you." She said gently. Not that caught The Huntress by surprise. She sat back down heavily and looked off into space though she was just told that Black was no longer a color for clothing, as though things she'd deepened on where falling away . . . it wasn't a feeling she liked, and one she'd tried to forget for a long time.
"Why did she ask you to do that?" she asked slowly, almost in a whisper. Barbara's sad smile returned quickly, and she shook her head.
"She asked me, specifically, not to tell you that too. In case I let it slip or you found out your self." Helena almost growled, though it was twinged with sadness.
"Why?!"
"Because she wants to tell you herself." The older woman said calmly. "You know that she cares a lot about what you think, especially about her. She wants to talk to you personally, so you can hear it from the source and not from an observer." Sighing at the fact she wasn't going to get anything out of her companion, Helena felt even more defeated.
"Tell you what," Barbara said gently, causing the brunette to raise her head with a glimmer of Hope. "To night, when she stops by the Dark Horse for sweeps, tell her to come up-stairs with you." At that Helena's eye bugged slightly, and Barbara almost had to hold in a laugh. It was nearly funny where the young woman's mind always seemed to stray to when it came to her youngest Charge. "Not like that. Get her up-stairs to talk. I'll give you guys the nigh off anyway; Wade and I have to have a talk about the dinner with his parents and how much they think I'm un-fit for him."
"Can I just say how much I hate them?" Helena said quickly. The redhead nodded, and smiled sadly. "Nearly as much as I hate Gabby . . ." That last part was a lie. She was jealous of the girl, and the fact that she could do for Dinah what her love obviously felt she couldn't. In truth, she hated herself for not taking the chance when she had it. As the brunette got up slowly, she waved to Barbara who rolled out after her down the hall to her Faculty Meeting. Waving lazily as they parted ways, Helena headed out to the parking lot.
Had I known the day would have ended like this, Helena though sadly, I would have stayed in bed! Slipping her helmet on, she ignited the bike, and revved it for a few seconds. Little did she know that the warming up of her cycle had caught the attention of the two blondes she couldn't seem to get out of her mind. Just as Dinah started to jog over to her, Helena distractedly kicked the bike into gear and drove off at lightning speed.
"What's her problem?" Gabby said, standing next to the confused Meta.
"I dunno," Dinah said worriedly, "But whatever it is, it's not good. It's almost scientifically impossible for Helena to *not* be on her toes." Gabby laughed, and wrapped her coat around her friend who was suddenly shivering. Smiling at each-other, they started walking each-other home.
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(Author's Note: I Don't own Michelle Branch, and the name of the song - which I highly recommend - is called 'BREATH' from the CD Hotel Paper. HUGE thanks to VixenRaign for the assist with the song.
Please Note= Vix is a Psychotic MB Fan and has either mapped out a SongFic or has actually written one for *every* *single* song that girl has written . . . no joke. Help me convince her to post them!!! Most are good, some are funny, and some would make you cry.
P.S.: Reviews are loved and cherished, and I would love to receive some.)
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THE SQUIBLER STRIKES AGAIN!!!
Squibbly~Spittman
Helena walked slowly down the halls of the school, remembering the time she'd spent there only a few short years past. She'd been getting ready to graduate about five or six years ago, and she remembered wondering what she was going to do with her life. She was still pretty messed up over the death of her mother at the time, and therefore the only real consistency she could be sure of was Barbara. Helena could only hope that Dinah knew she had more to go on than that.
The Barbara had asked her to meet in her office before she had to go to a teachers meeting, and Helena was eager to hear whatever the red-head had to say. They had to push it back a bit though, a student needed an emergency meeting about a Shakespeare paper they were writing that was due the next day. Helena was happy to oblige, but she really wanted to know what was going on. Her mentor had been acting strange all week, being rather short with her and constantly moving. The brunette had the oddest feeling that there was something being hidden from her.
After stopping at her old locker and trying the combination that she used for it in high-school, she was not shocked when it didn't open. She still had 10 more minutes to waste, and she was running out of ideas for things to do. As she made her way down the hall towards the gym, where she was contemplating entertainment of the basket-ball variety, a reverberation caught her attention.
It sounded like the tuning of a guitar. As she fallowed the noise a little further to the left, she peeked through an open door into an empty room. The Music room, to be precise. And who else was in there besides the tall blonde focus of her affection. As Dinah tuned the guitar, she heard that she'd started to play a slow and careful tune (having to start over a few times due to missed chords). Once she had the strings right, the song became a little more solid, more familiar. And Helena realized she'd heard it before.
"I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
You say I've been driving you crazy
and its keeping you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
'Cause I dont wanna waste another moment
in saying things we never meant to say"
"And I Take it just a little bit
I, hold my breath and count to ten
I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in."
Who would have thought, Helena wondered, that our little shy Dinah would have a voice like that? As she stood there in the door of the dark and empty of the Music Room she watched the blonde play the guitar with a mass of concentration she'd not expected of the girl. But that wasn't even the most of it. Her voice was smooth yet smoky, incredibly mature and weathered, so different from her speaking voice. Not only was her music talent a shock, but also the fact that she was singing the guts out of the ditty. A touch of her own personal funk rubbed onto the song made it sound even better than the times she'd heard it on the radio.
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space in between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe"
If there were any mistakes in the music, she couldn't hear them and even more than that, she didn't care. The voice of this girl seemed all the more sweeter by the fact that she was Confident in her ability to play and do so without a care. The way she was happily concentrating with her eyes close, strumming the guitar with a blind grace . . . Helena was hypnotized by the sight. She didn't even want to have to take her eyes off the girl. And she had the strange feeling, as the this soft song played, that she wouldn't have to.
"Well it's all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what's real"
"And I Give you just a little time
I, Wonder if you realize
I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes"
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe"
Some where in the back of her mind, the brunette had the feeling that she was supposed to hear this. As though the fates had pointed her down this hall, and teased her ears with the haunting music. As her eyes roved over the no longer awkward blonde, she thought, maybe . . . just maybe . . . this song was for her. That it was meant for her ears, and hers alone. That this was some secret serenade just for the two of them, and the stars had fallen in line to give her something good for a change. But more than that, more then the stars and the fates, more then the sound of the music emanating from such a cared voice . . . maybe Dinah was singing for her.
"So I whisper and I'm,
Hoping you hear me
Do you hear me?"
"If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright"
"I've been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain . . ."
As Dinah let the last note fade and she smiled, and finally opened her eyes, Helena raised her hands to start clapping. But before she could, another voice - one not as intoxicating and refined - started singing. One she couldn't place with a face.
"Oh, someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's in the kitchen I Know-oh-oh-OH!" suddenly a hand appeared through the back door to the Room, the one that led to Theater. The girl who had been singing (and Helena hoped she never would again) was slightly taller than Dinah with blonde hair in bouncing ringlets. Gabby, Helena thought, What is she doing here - interrupting my secret Dinah time?
"Some one's in the kitchen with DIE-Nuh! . . . strumming on the 'ole banjo!" she said, voice cracking, almost to the point where it had to be intentional, and then bursting out laughing along wither blonde counter- part.
"Firstly; this is a Music Room, not a kitchen, Secondly; this is a guitar, not a banjo, and thirdly; there's no body in here but us . . ." Gabby chuckled, and wiggled her eye-brows slightly.
"Gabs, you know I hate that song . . ." Dinah said, a mix of laughing at how bad the other girl's voice was, and exasperation. She pulled the guitar's strap off her neck, and started putting it back into it's box. As she snapped it shut, Gabby started walking slowly towards the other blonde.
"I know, I just like to tease you anyway . . ." she said laughing. "Seems you've final found something to entertain you while I have Play Practice, huh?" Dinah nodded, and Gabby walked towards her, smiling as the Meta got up out of her chair. "Good, 'cause I'd hate for you to be bored." She said quickly before leaning down to give the girl a quick kiss.
As the ringlet girl pulled away, Helena felt her hands snake into tight fist, and her barely controlled anger rise to the point where she almost contemplated giving the young girl a running start. That is, until she saw the small smile spread over her young partner's face. She smiled, Helena thought, all anger flooding out of her . . . she smiled, and it was from another girl kissing her . . .
Almost as fast as her anger towards Gabby came, it left again, replaced by the sadness that it was not her own lips that made her sweet friend smile so radiantly over such a simply display of affection. Jealousy flooded her, though not the usual angry kind. The slow, cold, lonely kind that made her realize what a thing she knew she'd truly lost. This small girl that she'd given her heart to, even unbeknownst to her, had over-looked. She didn't even bother to consider me, Helena thought sadly.
Silently turning away, she walked back to Barbara's classroom. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she was supposed to be there about a minute or so ago. As her feet gently dragged down the hall, she thought about what she'd seen, what she'd hadn't done, and what she knew she now couldn't do. Her thought over whelmed her so that she didn't even realized she'd already made it into the red-head's class room and sat down at one of the small- freshman sized - desks.
"Something tells me you already know what I was about to tell you." Barbara stated sadly. Helena looked up suddenly, as though just realizing where she was and who was there. The face of her mentor was full of a sad sympathy. I guess all the mysterious busy-work was explained now. There was a secret, and they were keeping it from her. Now that *did* make her mad!
"You knew?!" Helena yelled suddenly, her sadness fading under a more familiar rage, "You knew and you didn't tell me?!" Barbara was unfazed by the anger. She'd expected it and more than that, she felt that she would have done the same.
"She asked me not to tell you." She said gently. Not that caught The Huntress by surprise. She sat back down heavily and looked off into space though she was just told that Black was no longer a color for clothing, as though things she'd deepened on where falling away . . . it wasn't a feeling she liked, and one she'd tried to forget for a long time.
"Why did she ask you to do that?" she asked slowly, almost in a whisper. Barbara's sad smile returned quickly, and she shook her head.
"She asked me, specifically, not to tell you that too. In case I let it slip or you found out your self." Helena almost growled, though it was twinged with sadness.
"Why?!"
"Because she wants to tell you herself." The older woman said calmly. "You know that she cares a lot about what you think, especially about her. She wants to talk to you personally, so you can hear it from the source and not from an observer." Sighing at the fact she wasn't going to get anything out of her companion, Helena felt even more defeated.
"Tell you what," Barbara said gently, causing the brunette to raise her head with a glimmer of Hope. "To night, when she stops by the Dark Horse for sweeps, tell her to come up-stairs with you." At that Helena's eye bugged slightly, and Barbara almost had to hold in a laugh. It was nearly funny where the young woman's mind always seemed to stray to when it came to her youngest Charge. "Not like that. Get her up-stairs to talk. I'll give you guys the nigh off anyway; Wade and I have to have a talk about the dinner with his parents and how much they think I'm un-fit for him."
"Can I just say how much I hate them?" Helena said quickly. The redhead nodded, and smiled sadly. "Nearly as much as I hate Gabby . . ." That last part was a lie. She was jealous of the girl, and the fact that she could do for Dinah what her love obviously felt she couldn't. In truth, she hated herself for not taking the chance when she had it. As the brunette got up slowly, she waved to Barbara who rolled out after her down the hall to her Faculty Meeting. Waving lazily as they parted ways, Helena headed out to the parking lot.
Had I known the day would have ended like this, Helena though sadly, I would have stayed in bed! Slipping her helmet on, she ignited the bike, and revved it for a few seconds. Little did she know that the warming up of her cycle had caught the attention of the two blondes she couldn't seem to get out of her mind. Just as Dinah started to jog over to her, Helena distractedly kicked the bike into gear and drove off at lightning speed.
"What's her problem?" Gabby said, standing next to the confused Meta.
"I dunno," Dinah said worriedly, "But whatever it is, it's not good. It's almost scientifically impossible for Helena to *not* be on her toes." Gabby laughed, and wrapped her coat around her friend who was suddenly shivering. Smiling at each-other, they started walking each-other home.
.
.
(Author's Note: I Don't own Michelle Branch, and the name of the song - which I highly recommend - is called 'BREATH' from the CD Hotel Paper. HUGE thanks to VixenRaign for the assist with the song.
Please Note= Vix is a Psychotic MB Fan and has either mapped out a SongFic or has actually written one for *every* *single* song that girl has written . . . no joke. Help me convince her to post them!!! Most are good, some are funny, and some would make you cry.
P.S.: Reviews are loved and cherished, and I would love to receive some.)
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THE SQUIBLER STRIKES AGAIN!!!
Squibbly~Spittman