Author's Notes: Third chapter of Three Days After. I know that Helena and Dinah never had an argument concerning Carolyn and I felt it was due time they did. Hope you like it. I guess it's sort of weird that I think that Dinah would get mad at Helena over Carolyn's death. She just needed someone to vent out her anger on and Helena was the unfortunate candidate. Again, Hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BIRDS OF PREY! DO YOU HEAR ME! IF I DID I WOULD NEVER HAVE CANCELLED IT! PAH!
Dinah looked at the structure in front of her. A pile of burnt rubble and wood. A shadow of what was once a warehouse. The same warehouse that the Black Canary, Carolyn Lance had died in. Her body had been scorched and hard to identify, they took dental prints and confirmed that it was her. Over twenty men died in that blaze discluding Al Hawke and Frankie Spitz. Both had survived the blast. In a cruel twist of fate, the only hero in the fire, died. A cold wind blew disturbing the ash and soot that rested over the destroyed building. But Dinah did not feel the cold nor did she see the buildings in front of her, she was lost in her memories, reliving that single defining moment over and over.
"Where could she have gone?" Huntress questioned into her communicator.
"I have no idea. You checked Gabby's?" Oracle asked, frustrated.
"Not there."
"No Man's Land?"
"Not there. Gibson hasn't seen her."
"She would probably go to a special place, important to her," Oracle mused.
"Maybe she went back to Opal?" Huntress was running out of ideas.
"No. Never."
"Where did Carolyn and Dinah live?" Huntress asked.
"Masachusetts." Oracle answered.
"Maybe she went back there, that's what I would've done." Huntress said.
"It would have been a good idea but the house was burnt down years ago" Barbara explained.
"Burnt down, huh? That's interes- Oracle! I know where she is!" Huntress exclaimed making her way to the pier.
Dinah felt a presence behind her. She heard the wind flapping Huntress's coat.
"What're you doing here?" Dinah asked, not turning around.
"I was worried about you. WE were worried about you." Huntress explained. Dinah snorted.
"Yeah, sure." Huntress looked at Dinah confused.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Huntress asked. Dinah didn't answer.
"Sorry about this Barbara," Helena sighed, turning off her communicator.
"Now will you tell me," Helena said. Dinah whirled around her face a mask of anger.
"It's your fault! It's all your fault!" Dinah yelled. Helena was confused.
"What's my fault? What'd I do?" Helena asked.
"It's your fault that she's dead!" Dinah yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Dinah, I...What!" Helena was taken aback. Dinah pounded her fists on Helena.
"You wouldn't let me go back in after her! I could have saved her! I could have saved her!" Dinah yelled. Helena just took the abuse when Dinah hit her. Helena grabbed Dinah's wrists and held them tight.
"Dinah, listen to me! There was nothing you could have done! If you had gone in there you would've died you too! I wasn't going to let that happen! You matter too much to me!" Helena said to Dinah. The young blonde slid to the floor, clinging to Helena's waist. The brunette hugged the blonde, comforting her younger sister.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Dinah whispered, sobbing her heart out.
"I wasn't really mad at you. I just...snapped." Dinah stammered. Helena nodded.
"I know. I'm just glad I was here." Helena said.
Dinah looked at her,"why?"
"Because I don't want you to stray to close to the edge." Helena said. Dinah nodded.
"Let's go home Kid. Barbara's probably worried sick." Helena said, helping Dinah up.
"I'm sorry Hel, really, really sorry." Dinah said as her and Helena began the trek home.
"Look Kid, you were to distraught to actually hurt me. Besides when someone close to you...passes, you feel heavy, sluggish and empty. You're body just wasn't functioning properly." Helena explained.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Dinah asked, gloomily.
"Maybe. Is it working?" Helena shrugged.
"Surprisingly yes." Dinah answered.
Barbara wrung her hands together. Ever since Helena had cut the connection between the communicators she had worrying about her two young charges. She stared at the elevator wishing that they would come in, laughing, happy, which was wishful thinking for Barbara. Her eye was twitching. The elevators opened and out stepped Dinah, wearing Helena's coat and a very worried Helena. Barbara wheeled over to both of them and was about to open her mouth and ask what was wrong. Helena shook her head, Dinah, oblivious with everything around her sat down on the couch and hugged a pillow.
"Hey kid, would you like some tea?" Helena asked, noticing Dinah was shivering. The blonde gave a slight nod. Barbara and Helena went into the kitchen. Barbara poured some water in a mug and dunked the tea bag in.
"Want to tell me what happened out there? Like why you cut off your comm. and make me worried sick!" Barbara said sharply.
"Me and Dinah just had a talk." Helena said. Barbara raised her eyebrow.
"She was at the warehouse. I helped her relieve some pent up anger." Helena further explained. Barbara sighed.
"Dinah would be lost without you, Hel." Barbara said. Helena looked at her.
"You are the very first mother figure for Dinah and you are a second mother to me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. I hope you know that. Without you, neither me nor Dinah would be here." Helena said. Barbara smiled.
"The funeral's tommorow. We should all get some sleep." Barbara said, going over to Dinah and handing her the mug of tea.
"Dinah, honey, it's late. We should all get some sleep." Barbara said. Dinah nodded, nursing the mug between her hands. She stood up and went into her room.
"Dinah, let's go into my room, I don't want to be alone." Barbara said, holding the teenager's hand. Dinah got underneath the covers, Barbara on one side, Helena on the other. Dinah cuddled against Barbara and Helena. They wrapped their arms around her and Dinah cried herself to sleep, surrounded by her family's love.