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first chapter. Here's the next chapter for everyone, and I hope you enjoy
it, as much as you did the first.
Disclaimer: I had finally gotten the documents to prove that they're mine, but they mysteriously caught fire only moments later, so I no longer have any proof, darn it.
Both girls slept through the rest of the night, the storm outside slipping away from all thought as they dreamed as peacefully as was possible in such a situation. While Helena seemed restless, Dinah was dead to the world, and after the strain she had undergone, who could blame her. As for both pilots, well, they were dead; the second had passed away as both girls slept, but there deaths weighed heavily on Helena's mind, even in sleep.
Eventually the rain slowed its pour becoming a mere drizzle before stopping entirely giving way to the early morning. It was still several hours before either girl woke from their sleep; even then, it was Dinah who first became aware of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the lack of throbbing pain in her head, but after a look around the plane she remembered everything that happened putting a damper on her mood.
She got up from her seat in an attempt to get over to Helena, but a pain in her leg stopped her short, and she collapsed back into her seat with a gasp. After taking a look at her leg and noticing the hastily done bandage, Dinah remembered earlier when Helena had taken care of her. "Is she okay?" Came the concerned thoughts as Dinah moved closer to Helena, although, a bit more cautiously." Hel, hey Hel. Wake up." Dinah continued to call and softly shake Helena until her eyes finally opened.
"Dinah, how do you feel?" Were the first words from Helena's mouth.
"I'm fine. How are you though? I know that you took care of me last night, and I also know that you don't like having to admit your hurt, but, are you okay?"
"Fine." Helena said smirking, but amended her statement after a slap from Dinah. "My meta abilities allow me to heal quickly, so I should be fine by now; I wasn't very hurt to begin with."
Dinah's face turned from one of happiness to one of shock. "Oh Helena, what about the pilots?" She made to get up from her seat, but Helena stopped her with an arm on her's.
"Don't bother. Both of them are dead." Helena informed her dejectedly.
"Wha. . . ?" It wound up being more of a breath than anything else.
"You heard me, they're dead!" Snapped Helena. Tears began to form in Dinah's eyes, it hurt Helena to see them, and so she quickly apologized. "Dinah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off, I'm just frustrated is all."
Wiping at her eyes, Dinah nodded to let Helena know that it was okay, and that she was forgiven. "Don't blame yourself for it Helena, there's nothing you could've done for them."
"How did you. . .?" Helena started.
"Know?" Finished Dinah, who continued after receiving a dazed nod from Helena. "You always blame yourself for something that isn't your fault."
"You would know. You do the exact same thing." Retorted Helena.
"Well I usually have a reason for it."
"Like this? This isn't your fault, so don't you even start thinking it. If it weren't for you all of us would've died in a cart wheeling ball of flame."
"We weren't on fire, nor were we cart wheeling." Dinah bantered, her mood-improving if only slightly.
"We would've. . . eventually." Helena defended meekly.
"Doesn't matter right now though. It's over and done with, and we've got something else to worry about." A small growl from her stomach accentuated her point.
"Right, um, I guess that I should see if the radio's working now that the storm's passed."
Dinah looked out the window. "I didn't even notice." She admitted sheepishly.
"It's okay, you had more important things in mind." Helena assured, rising from her seat, and making her way to the front, crouching in between the two front seats. She found it unnerving to be between the two men, the pilot's eyes were glossy as they stared into nothing. Hesitantly, she raised her hand, and bringing it down over his eyes, she slowly closed them. After a deep, soothing breath, she looked towards the radio. "Here goes nothing." She thought.
She grabbed the speaking piece, which had being dangling loosely, and following the cord she found what appeared to be the on switch. "Please work." Helena whispered under her breath. She flicked the switch upwards, a small light coming on nearby, she pressed in the button on the side of the mouthpiece. "Um, is anybody there?" Nothing but static. "Our plane went down, and we need some help." Still nothing, but an annoying crackling. "Hello! Anyone!" Just the crackling responded. "Damn it!" She yelled tossing the handheld into the control panel, then running her fingers through her hair.
"Helena, calm down." Dinah soothed sitting down beside Helena to put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't tell me to calm down." Helena growled shoving Dinah's hand off her.
"I was just trying to help." Her voice was soft, filled with need.
Helena either didn't notice, or didn't care. "Well don't okay? Just don't." An angry sigh left her lips.
"Right. Well, I guess we should see where we landed." Dinah muttered to give the impression that she was talking to herself so as not to anger Helena anymore, but she knew that Helena would hear with her enhanced hearing.
"Don't you know? You're the one who set us down." Helena snorted.
"I caught it through a flash of lightening, it was just enough to get an idea of where I was going. Most of it was guess work." Dinah ground out through her teeth.
"Well, lucky us."
"Why are you being such a bitch?" Dinah asked angrily. "Have I done something to you personally lately? One minute you're being all nice to me, and the next thing I know it's like I killed your cat. I'm sorry, that I couldn't put us down better, but I was too busy passing out." With eyes flashing angrily, Dinah stormed as best she could, which was a sad limp as far as a few paces, towards the hatch. She struggled with the stubborn handle for a few moments before it finally gave in and opened up.
It was a short jump to the ground, one that she unfortunately had to take, and as she landed, pain shot up her bad let. She didn't cry out in anyway though, she didn't want to show any weakness in front of Helena right then. She suddenly felt very cold as a breeze played across her skin; the light t- shirt she had decided to wear not offering much in the way of protection.
The area they had wound up in was actually fairly wooded area although, where they were suppose to have 'crashed' was actually very light with only a few trees scattered here and there. There was a soft thumping noise off to the side behind her, and she realized that it had to be Helena.
"Dinah?" Helena's voice was hesitant.
"What?!" Dinah snapped in return, after all, if Helena could do it, why couldn't she?
"Look, I just wanted to apologize. . .again. You haven't done anything, it's just that I'm angry, and I just wind up venting it all on you mainly because even in my rage, I still consider it wrong to yell at a dead guy."
"I don't think I actually heard 'I'm sorry, Dinah' in there anywhere."
Helena sighed. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on you. Are we still friends?" She asked hopefully, still standing directly outside the exit.
"You're forgiven." Dinah turned her head and smiled showing that things were, indeed, all right.
Helena walked around a little bit, noticing that the plane's path of destruction from the crash was crooked. They had slid from a field, several feet into the woods, and Helena realized that the plane crashing into the trees must have been the cause of the second jolt that knocked her out. On the plus side, it really did smell nice out. "Do you have any clue where we might be?"
"Nope, I'm as lost as you are." Dinah answered, limping closer.
"Just wonderful." Helena muttered sarcastically. "We, me and you, are stranded in the middle of the woods, on a mountain, with two dead pilots, a broken radio, nothing civilized in sight, and a busted up plane for shelter."
"What are we going to do? There's no way we can predict how long we're going to be stuck here for, and that," She said, pointing at the plane, "Is not going to be the greatest place to sleep every night."
"You're right. I'm going to go unload the plane and see what we have; you just sit down and rest. Your leg hasn't been wrapped properly so I don't want you using it too much yet." Helena instructed.
Although reluctantly, Dinah did as asked deciding that a spot leaning against the side of the jet would be best. The grass was still wet making for an uncomfortable sitting place, but she didn't want to be in Helena's way. All those words had hurt deeply, but as was in her nature, Dinah was willing to forgive and forget.
Over the course of several minutes, not to mention trips to, from, in and out of the plane, everything had been taken out. Helena had put most everything near where Dinah was sitting so that she to could get a look at what they had to work with. "That's it. That's everything." Helena said. She stood beside Dinah with her hands on her hips and her eyes grazing over each object. All of it was few in number, consisting of the suitcases both had brought, the deceased pilot's suitcases, the first aid kid, a blow up raft, a few food supplies that were mainly pre packaged flight food, the thin blankets and pillows typically served on flights, and a small survival kit.
"What now?" Dinah asked impassively.
"Search through that kit that was so thoughtfully left for us, then I'm going to re-bandage your leg, and wrap your ribs. I don't know if you actually remember from last night that they're cracked, but I'd rather be safe since I'm not sure. Afterwards, I'm going to see if there's anyway that we can bury their bodies." Helena gestured over her shoulder towards the front; Dinah nodded uncomfortably.
Grabbing the pack, Helena sat down next to Dinah. "Let's see what we have." She said. There were a few obvious things, such as matches, a flashlight, a signal mirror, and a flare gun, but there several other useful items. This pack just so happened to contain both a hatchet and an axe along with a few emergency rations, or at least, what Helena assumed were rations, they might have been meant for kindling, but the silver foil wrapper made her think otherwise. The last remaining items were a hunting knife, a pot, and even two flint rocks. "That's it, but I suppose that it's better than nothing." Said Helena.
"I guess so." Dinah replied.
Helena turned her head so that she was looking directly at Dinah, "I need to take care of you now."
"Work away." Dinah said casually.
"See the thing is that in order for me to uh, help you, I kinda need you to take off your pants and shirt." Helena bit out trying not to blush, but failing miserably.
"Oh, okay I guess." Dinah said, as her cheeks flushed a bright red. "Stranded not even one day and already you're trying to get into my pants." She joked, trying to ease the small, but uncomfortable tension that had been created. It only caused Helena to blush harder.
With Helena's help she stood up, and after unwrapping the former bandage from around the outside of her pants, she shimmied out of them. Helena left to get the medical kit from where she had left it as a way to give Dinah at least a little bit of privacy. "Hel? I think I'm going to need some help getting my shirt off."
Slowly Helena turned around. "Excuse me." She baulked.
"I need help with my shirt. It hurts to pull it up." Dinah tried to explain shyly.
"Right, I'll just, right." After putting down the pack she moved so that she was in front of Dinah. Hesitantly, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt slowly lifting it up, her finger faintly brushing against Dinah's skin causing her to gasp. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not really." There had been a little pain, but that was not what forced the gasp from her mouth.
Helena nodded and continued to pull up the shirt. All the while Dinah fought hard to make sure that she didn't produce another noise of any kind. As she was forced to raise hr arms somewhat in order for the shirt to come off, she moaned slightly. "We're almost done." Helena assured, and true to her word, the shirt finally came off leaving Dinah clad in only her bra and panties.
She couldn't help it; it was far too much to ask her, or anyone else had they been there, to stop staring. The blue bra seemed to accentuate the white of her skin; even the bruising on her side couldn't take away from the sight. Her midriff was toned, along with her arms and legs from all the training she had been put through. Something seemed to be calling her though, away from the sight before her. "Um, what'd you say?" Helena asked trying to snap herself out of it.
"I said shouldn't you be getting out the stuff to treat me." Dinah said, her blush increasing ten fold, she had noticed Helena staring, and instead of feeling ashamed, she felt a little excited. Helena nodded dumbly, and set about her task. The rest of the time was spent in silence, this time neither dared to break it until Dinah had on a new pair of pants and her shirt back on.
"I just thought of something." Helena stated.
"What's that?"
"I don't know how we're going to go about burying the pilots." She answered.
"You're right. It's not like we have a shovel just lying around. We could use our hands, but that would take forever."
"Any productive ideas?"
"No. . .wait, maybe. You're like really strong right?" Dinah asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. What's your point?"
"Well if you can remove part of the metal frames from the chairs and straighten it out, then you can just sort of stick it into the ground, wiggle it around a little, and then I can use my powers to remove the dirt you loosen." Dinah enthused.
"Hey, that's not too bad of a plan. It might take a day for each grave, but it's better than nothing."
"Then, let's get started."
The rest of the day was spent making the first grave. They chose a spot surrounded by many trees, a beautiful spot both had agreed. Idle chitchat filled their time as they tried to keep their minds off the gruesome work and what it meant. But eventually, they had to stop and rest, first for lunch, and then for sleep.
Both were resting as well as they could inside the plane, but it was designed for that type of comfort. "Helena?"
"Yeah kid?"
Dinah scowled in the darkness, but let it drop. "I'm cold."
"Alright, hang on a second." Dinah could here some shuffling near by and suddenly felt soft warmth next to her. "Is this better?"
"Yes." She snuggled up into the warmth that Helena provided, throwing an arm over her waist and putting her head on Helena's shoulder. "How long are we going to stay here?"
"I don't know. But if they don't find us in about a week, we'll work on making something better okay?"
"Okay." Dinah sighed, snuggling in even deeper, which Helena had not thought was actually possible; she was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed the feeling, and not just for warmth.
"No more questions now, just go to sleep." Helena yawned and shut her eyes, eventually feeling Dinah's breath even out lulling her to sleep.
Note: That's it for now; I hope I'll have the next chapter in a couple of days, but who knows. If you can't figure out who the couple is by now, I'm just going to have to smack you silly. Please send more of those nice reviews to please. And as a little incentive, to my twelfth reviewer I will dedicate the next chapter, and if you mention an object of some sort, I'll do my very best to use it. That's all so bye for now.
Disclaimer: I had finally gotten the documents to prove that they're mine, but they mysteriously caught fire only moments later, so I no longer have any proof, darn it.
Both girls slept through the rest of the night, the storm outside slipping away from all thought as they dreamed as peacefully as was possible in such a situation. While Helena seemed restless, Dinah was dead to the world, and after the strain she had undergone, who could blame her. As for both pilots, well, they were dead; the second had passed away as both girls slept, but there deaths weighed heavily on Helena's mind, even in sleep.
Eventually the rain slowed its pour becoming a mere drizzle before stopping entirely giving way to the early morning. It was still several hours before either girl woke from their sleep; even then, it was Dinah who first became aware of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the lack of throbbing pain in her head, but after a look around the plane she remembered everything that happened putting a damper on her mood.
She got up from her seat in an attempt to get over to Helena, but a pain in her leg stopped her short, and she collapsed back into her seat with a gasp. After taking a look at her leg and noticing the hastily done bandage, Dinah remembered earlier when Helena had taken care of her. "Is she okay?" Came the concerned thoughts as Dinah moved closer to Helena, although, a bit more cautiously." Hel, hey Hel. Wake up." Dinah continued to call and softly shake Helena until her eyes finally opened.
"Dinah, how do you feel?" Were the first words from Helena's mouth.
"I'm fine. How are you though? I know that you took care of me last night, and I also know that you don't like having to admit your hurt, but, are you okay?"
"Fine." Helena said smirking, but amended her statement after a slap from Dinah. "My meta abilities allow me to heal quickly, so I should be fine by now; I wasn't very hurt to begin with."
Dinah's face turned from one of happiness to one of shock. "Oh Helena, what about the pilots?" She made to get up from her seat, but Helena stopped her with an arm on her's.
"Don't bother. Both of them are dead." Helena informed her dejectedly.
"Wha. . . ?" It wound up being more of a breath than anything else.
"You heard me, they're dead!" Snapped Helena. Tears began to form in Dinah's eyes, it hurt Helena to see them, and so she quickly apologized. "Dinah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off, I'm just frustrated is all."
Wiping at her eyes, Dinah nodded to let Helena know that it was okay, and that she was forgiven. "Don't blame yourself for it Helena, there's nothing you could've done for them."
"How did you. . .?" Helena started.
"Know?" Finished Dinah, who continued after receiving a dazed nod from Helena. "You always blame yourself for something that isn't your fault."
"You would know. You do the exact same thing." Retorted Helena.
"Well I usually have a reason for it."
"Like this? This isn't your fault, so don't you even start thinking it. If it weren't for you all of us would've died in a cart wheeling ball of flame."
"We weren't on fire, nor were we cart wheeling." Dinah bantered, her mood-improving if only slightly.
"We would've. . . eventually." Helena defended meekly.
"Doesn't matter right now though. It's over and done with, and we've got something else to worry about." A small growl from her stomach accentuated her point.
"Right, um, I guess that I should see if the radio's working now that the storm's passed."
Dinah looked out the window. "I didn't even notice." She admitted sheepishly.
"It's okay, you had more important things in mind." Helena assured, rising from her seat, and making her way to the front, crouching in between the two front seats. She found it unnerving to be between the two men, the pilot's eyes were glossy as they stared into nothing. Hesitantly, she raised her hand, and bringing it down over his eyes, she slowly closed them. After a deep, soothing breath, she looked towards the radio. "Here goes nothing." She thought.
She grabbed the speaking piece, which had being dangling loosely, and following the cord she found what appeared to be the on switch. "Please work." Helena whispered under her breath. She flicked the switch upwards, a small light coming on nearby, she pressed in the button on the side of the mouthpiece. "Um, is anybody there?" Nothing but static. "Our plane went down, and we need some help." Still nothing, but an annoying crackling. "Hello! Anyone!" Just the crackling responded. "Damn it!" She yelled tossing the handheld into the control panel, then running her fingers through her hair.
"Helena, calm down." Dinah soothed sitting down beside Helena to put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't tell me to calm down." Helena growled shoving Dinah's hand off her.
"I was just trying to help." Her voice was soft, filled with need.
Helena either didn't notice, or didn't care. "Well don't okay? Just don't." An angry sigh left her lips.
"Right. Well, I guess we should see where we landed." Dinah muttered to give the impression that she was talking to herself so as not to anger Helena anymore, but she knew that Helena would hear with her enhanced hearing.
"Don't you know? You're the one who set us down." Helena snorted.
"I caught it through a flash of lightening, it was just enough to get an idea of where I was going. Most of it was guess work." Dinah ground out through her teeth.
"Well, lucky us."
"Why are you being such a bitch?" Dinah asked angrily. "Have I done something to you personally lately? One minute you're being all nice to me, and the next thing I know it's like I killed your cat. I'm sorry, that I couldn't put us down better, but I was too busy passing out." With eyes flashing angrily, Dinah stormed as best she could, which was a sad limp as far as a few paces, towards the hatch. She struggled with the stubborn handle for a few moments before it finally gave in and opened up.
It was a short jump to the ground, one that she unfortunately had to take, and as she landed, pain shot up her bad let. She didn't cry out in anyway though, she didn't want to show any weakness in front of Helena right then. She suddenly felt very cold as a breeze played across her skin; the light t- shirt she had decided to wear not offering much in the way of protection.
The area they had wound up in was actually fairly wooded area although, where they were suppose to have 'crashed' was actually very light with only a few trees scattered here and there. There was a soft thumping noise off to the side behind her, and she realized that it had to be Helena.
"Dinah?" Helena's voice was hesitant.
"What?!" Dinah snapped in return, after all, if Helena could do it, why couldn't she?
"Look, I just wanted to apologize. . .again. You haven't done anything, it's just that I'm angry, and I just wind up venting it all on you mainly because even in my rage, I still consider it wrong to yell at a dead guy."
"I don't think I actually heard 'I'm sorry, Dinah' in there anywhere."
Helena sighed. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on you. Are we still friends?" She asked hopefully, still standing directly outside the exit.
"You're forgiven." Dinah turned her head and smiled showing that things were, indeed, all right.
Helena walked around a little bit, noticing that the plane's path of destruction from the crash was crooked. They had slid from a field, several feet into the woods, and Helena realized that the plane crashing into the trees must have been the cause of the second jolt that knocked her out. On the plus side, it really did smell nice out. "Do you have any clue where we might be?"
"Nope, I'm as lost as you are." Dinah answered, limping closer.
"Just wonderful." Helena muttered sarcastically. "We, me and you, are stranded in the middle of the woods, on a mountain, with two dead pilots, a broken radio, nothing civilized in sight, and a busted up plane for shelter."
"What are we going to do? There's no way we can predict how long we're going to be stuck here for, and that," She said, pointing at the plane, "Is not going to be the greatest place to sleep every night."
"You're right. I'm going to go unload the plane and see what we have; you just sit down and rest. Your leg hasn't been wrapped properly so I don't want you using it too much yet." Helena instructed.
Although reluctantly, Dinah did as asked deciding that a spot leaning against the side of the jet would be best. The grass was still wet making for an uncomfortable sitting place, but she didn't want to be in Helena's way. All those words had hurt deeply, but as was in her nature, Dinah was willing to forgive and forget.
Over the course of several minutes, not to mention trips to, from, in and out of the plane, everything had been taken out. Helena had put most everything near where Dinah was sitting so that she to could get a look at what they had to work with. "That's it. That's everything." Helena said. She stood beside Dinah with her hands on her hips and her eyes grazing over each object. All of it was few in number, consisting of the suitcases both had brought, the deceased pilot's suitcases, the first aid kid, a blow up raft, a few food supplies that were mainly pre packaged flight food, the thin blankets and pillows typically served on flights, and a small survival kit.
"What now?" Dinah asked impassively.
"Search through that kit that was so thoughtfully left for us, then I'm going to re-bandage your leg, and wrap your ribs. I don't know if you actually remember from last night that they're cracked, but I'd rather be safe since I'm not sure. Afterwards, I'm going to see if there's anyway that we can bury their bodies." Helena gestured over her shoulder towards the front; Dinah nodded uncomfortably.
Grabbing the pack, Helena sat down next to Dinah. "Let's see what we have." She said. There were a few obvious things, such as matches, a flashlight, a signal mirror, and a flare gun, but there several other useful items. This pack just so happened to contain both a hatchet and an axe along with a few emergency rations, or at least, what Helena assumed were rations, they might have been meant for kindling, but the silver foil wrapper made her think otherwise. The last remaining items were a hunting knife, a pot, and even two flint rocks. "That's it, but I suppose that it's better than nothing." Said Helena.
"I guess so." Dinah replied.
Helena turned her head so that she was looking directly at Dinah, "I need to take care of you now."
"Work away." Dinah said casually.
"See the thing is that in order for me to uh, help you, I kinda need you to take off your pants and shirt." Helena bit out trying not to blush, but failing miserably.
"Oh, okay I guess." Dinah said, as her cheeks flushed a bright red. "Stranded not even one day and already you're trying to get into my pants." She joked, trying to ease the small, but uncomfortable tension that had been created. It only caused Helena to blush harder.
With Helena's help she stood up, and after unwrapping the former bandage from around the outside of her pants, she shimmied out of them. Helena left to get the medical kit from where she had left it as a way to give Dinah at least a little bit of privacy. "Hel? I think I'm going to need some help getting my shirt off."
Slowly Helena turned around. "Excuse me." She baulked.
"I need help with my shirt. It hurts to pull it up." Dinah tried to explain shyly.
"Right, I'll just, right." After putting down the pack she moved so that she was in front of Dinah. Hesitantly, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt slowly lifting it up, her finger faintly brushing against Dinah's skin causing her to gasp. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not really." There had been a little pain, but that was not what forced the gasp from her mouth.
Helena nodded and continued to pull up the shirt. All the while Dinah fought hard to make sure that she didn't produce another noise of any kind. As she was forced to raise hr arms somewhat in order for the shirt to come off, she moaned slightly. "We're almost done." Helena assured, and true to her word, the shirt finally came off leaving Dinah clad in only her bra and panties.
She couldn't help it; it was far too much to ask her, or anyone else had they been there, to stop staring. The blue bra seemed to accentuate the white of her skin; even the bruising on her side couldn't take away from the sight. Her midriff was toned, along with her arms and legs from all the training she had been put through. Something seemed to be calling her though, away from the sight before her. "Um, what'd you say?" Helena asked trying to snap herself out of it.
"I said shouldn't you be getting out the stuff to treat me." Dinah said, her blush increasing ten fold, she had noticed Helena staring, and instead of feeling ashamed, she felt a little excited. Helena nodded dumbly, and set about her task. The rest of the time was spent in silence, this time neither dared to break it until Dinah had on a new pair of pants and her shirt back on.
"I just thought of something." Helena stated.
"What's that?"
"I don't know how we're going to go about burying the pilots." She answered.
"You're right. It's not like we have a shovel just lying around. We could use our hands, but that would take forever."
"Any productive ideas?"
"No. . .wait, maybe. You're like really strong right?" Dinah asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. What's your point?"
"Well if you can remove part of the metal frames from the chairs and straighten it out, then you can just sort of stick it into the ground, wiggle it around a little, and then I can use my powers to remove the dirt you loosen." Dinah enthused.
"Hey, that's not too bad of a plan. It might take a day for each grave, but it's better than nothing."
"Then, let's get started."
The rest of the day was spent making the first grave. They chose a spot surrounded by many trees, a beautiful spot both had agreed. Idle chitchat filled their time as they tried to keep their minds off the gruesome work and what it meant. But eventually, they had to stop and rest, first for lunch, and then for sleep.
Both were resting as well as they could inside the plane, but it was designed for that type of comfort. "Helena?"
"Yeah kid?"
Dinah scowled in the darkness, but let it drop. "I'm cold."
"Alright, hang on a second." Dinah could here some shuffling near by and suddenly felt soft warmth next to her. "Is this better?"
"Yes." She snuggled up into the warmth that Helena provided, throwing an arm over her waist and putting her head on Helena's shoulder. "How long are we going to stay here?"
"I don't know. But if they don't find us in about a week, we'll work on making something better okay?"
"Okay." Dinah sighed, snuggling in even deeper, which Helena had not thought was actually possible; she was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed the feeling, and not just for warmth.
"No more questions now, just go to sleep." Helena yawned and shut her eyes, eventually feeling Dinah's breath even out lulling her to sleep.
Note: That's it for now; I hope I'll have the next chapter in a couple of days, but who knows. If you can't figure out who the couple is by now, I'm just going to have to smack you silly. Please send more of those nice reviews to please. And as a little incentive, to my twelfth reviewer I will dedicate the next chapter, and if you mention an object of some sort, I'll do my very best to use it. That's all so bye for now.