= = = (*A Visit To The Nest*) = = =
. . . . . It was 2:30am in New Gothem, and streets were dark and quiet. Up in the Clock Tower, Barbara and Dinah were fast asleep, though their guest was not. All and all it had been a still and calm night. But that was about to change . . .
. . . Suddenly, the doors to the Elevator silently opened, and a slinking figure stepped out. They swiftly stepped past Oracle's desk, looking in past the screens quickly. Walking cautiously past the work-station they pressed their ear to a door off to the side of the room. Hearing nothing, the turned the knob as silently as possible. Looking in at the blonde on the bed (not seeing the one sleeping on the floor on the opposite side of the bed), they crept towards the young figure lying under the sheets . . . . .
{She's been crying . . .} Helena thought, seeing the tear marks running down Dinah's cheeks. A shot of guilt ran through her at the chance that it may have been her fault. There was a small wet mark on the pillow where the tears had collected. Even in her sleep, Dinah's lip was trembling. Gently sitting on the side of the bed, being careful not to wake the girl, she looked down into her face. The face of her Angel.
{I'm sorry . . .} Helena thought, trying to think of what to do. She wanted to just scoop the girl up into her arms and hold her. To tell her how sorry she was for yelling at her, to cry and not be afraid of what the blonde might think. She wanted to tell Dinah how happy she was just for her being around, how sorry she was that she couldn't save her mother just like she had let her own slip through her fingers. She wanted her to really *know* that she wasn't alone. And most of all, to thank the blonde for saving her without even trying.
{Dinah's a strong girl . . . So much stronger than me.} Helena sighed, and straitened the sheets unnecessarily. {At least she could admit to me that she *wanted* the kiss. Ugh!} Helena groaned to herself, {I can't believe that I blamed her for that . . .} Helena looked at the girl as she shook slightly with her dreamt tears. Reaching out a nervous hand, she ran her fingers through the delicate stands of pale gold that haloed the young girl's head.
Just as she was about to reach out to take the girls hand to comfort her, she stopped and thought better of it. Dinah often Mind-Warped accidentally during time of Heightened Emotional Stress . . . and from the looks of it, the blonde was feeling very emotional. Looking at the small clock on Dinah's nightstand, she realized that she should probably get back to her apartment. But she just couldn't get herself to leave. She sat there watching the young hero for a few more minutes, and with gentle fingers reached to brushed a few stray hairs behind her ears.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt like a jolt of energy bolt up from where her fingertips had made contact with the girl's ear. It shot up from her fingers, through her arm, all the way to her spinal column, and directly into her brain. Then, as though being pulled by an invisible rope wrapped around her wrist, she felt her self pulled forward into an indescribable abyss. With a whirling, spinning, twisting feeling, she watched the world change and once again felt her feet connect with solid ground . . . but she wasn't in the clock-tower anymore . . . . . .
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= = = (*A Dream Come True*) = = =
(To Be Continued)
(Author's Note: Like it? Then review it! I got some rude notes last time, and if I'm going to keep going with this Fic, then I'd like to know that it's for a good reason. Please Note: IT WILL STILL BE HELENA/DINAH, that won't change.)
E-Mail VixenRaign@yahoo.com
. . . . . It was 2:30am in New Gothem, and streets were dark and quiet. Up in the Clock Tower, Barbara and Dinah were fast asleep, though their guest was not. All and all it had been a still and calm night. But that was about to change . . .
. . . Suddenly, the doors to the Elevator silently opened, and a slinking figure stepped out. They swiftly stepped past Oracle's desk, looking in past the screens quickly. Walking cautiously past the work-station they pressed their ear to a door off to the side of the room. Hearing nothing, the turned the knob as silently as possible. Looking in at the blonde on the bed (not seeing the one sleeping on the floor on the opposite side of the bed), they crept towards the young figure lying under the sheets . . . . .
{She's been crying . . .} Helena thought, seeing the tear marks running down Dinah's cheeks. A shot of guilt ran through her at the chance that it may have been her fault. There was a small wet mark on the pillow where the tears had collected. Even in her sleep, Dinah's lip was trembling. Gently sitting on the side of the bed, being careful not to wake the girl, she looked down into her face. The face of her Angel.
{I'm sorry . . .} Helena thought, trying to think of what to do. She wanted to just scoop the girl up into her arms and hold her. To tell her how sorry she was for yelling at her, to cry and not be afraid of what the blonde might think. She wanted to tell Dinah how happy she was just for her being around, how sorry she was that she couldn't save her mother just like she had let her own slip through her fingers. She wanted her to really *know* that she wasn't alone. And most of all, to thank the blonde for saving her without even trying.
{Dinah's a strong girl . . . So much stronger than me.} Helena sighed, and straitened the sheets unnecessarily. {At least she could admit to me that she *wanted* the kiss. Ugh!} Helena groaned to herself, {I can't believe that I blamed her for that . . .} Helena looked at the girl as she shook slightly with her dreamt tears. Reaching out a nervous hand, she ran her fingers through the delicate stands of pale gold that haloed the young girl's head.
Just as she was about to reach out to take the girls hand to comfort her, she stopped and thought better of it. Dinah often Mind-Warped accidentally during time of Heightened Emotional Stress . . . and from the looks of it, the blonde was feeling very emotional. Looking at the small clock on Dinah's nightstand, she realized that she should probably get back to her apartment. But she just couldn't get herself to leave. She sat there watching the young hero for a few more minutes, and with gentle fingers reached to brushed a few stray hairs behind her ears.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt like a jolt of energy bolt up from where her fingertips had made contact with the girl's ear. It shot up from her fingers, through her arm, all the way to her spinal column, and directly into her brain. Then, as though being pulled by an invisible rope wrapped around her wrist, she felt her self pulled forward into an indescribable abyss. With a whirling, spinning, twisting feeling, she watched the world change and once again felt her feet connect with solid ground . . . but she wasn't in the clock-tower anymore . . . . . .
.
.
= = = (*A Dream Come True*) = = =
(To Be Continued)
(Author's Note: Like it? Then review it! I got some rude notes last time, and if I'm going to keep going with this Fic, then I'd like to know that it's for a good reason. Please Note: IT WILL STILL BE HELENA/DINAH, that won't change.)
E-Mail VixenRaign@yahoo.com