Notes: Here's chappie three everybody cheer, and wave little flags, and
blow those little noisemaker things. Or not, it's optional. This really
ain't that great of a chapter, but I felt that I had to get something out
for you guys who have been so great with the reviews. You all kick ass.
Disclaimer: I'm still trying to find that arsonists who destroyed my proof dang it, so for now there not mine.
Dedication: Here's the dedication I promised to the twelfth reviewer who was frida. So this chapter is for you, I'm sorry that it's such a bad one. You didn't suggest an item though, so there's no odd item to use. Anywho frida's chapter starts now.
The phone still hadn't rang. Five hours after when they were suppose to have landed, and the phone hadn't made any noise. Barbara rubbed her eyes, frustrated by the girls. The deal had been that as soon as they landed, they would phone to let her know that they were okay, and yet there was still no call. Helena wasn't one for going back on her word, at least to Barbara anyway, and even if she tried to get away without the phone call, Dinah would make sure that Helena called.
When Alfred came over later to cook supper, he found Barbara doing her version of pacing near the phone, it consisted of her moving the wheel chair back and forth, over and over, much like real pacing. He looked on curiously for a moment before speaking up. "Is there a problem, Miss Barbara?"
Her 'pacing' stopped due to Alfred's startling her, but she managed to compose herself well enough. "Oh, Alfred. I didn't hear you come in."
"I gathered that from your surprise Miss Barbara. Now, is anything the matter?" He politely inquired.
Her eyes moved towards the phone subconsciously for a moment before resting on Alfred's concerned face. "It's the girls, they should've phoned by now."
"I'm sure that it's nothing to be concerned about."
"I don't know, maybe I should check to see if their flight landed." She looked at Alfred, searching for his advice on the matter.
"Perhaps, but first I would appreciate it if you were to eat dinner first." He said.
"Why's that? If I looked now, I'd have something to do while you're cooking." She reasoned, and it was a good point, if only in her own mind.
"Because if something is wrong." He held up a hand stopping her before she interrupted like he knew she would. "Not to say that anything is, but in the unlikely case that their plane did not land in the correct location, I know that you would not eat, or sleep until you found them. So, I would like you to eat first as a precaution."
Barbara shook her head, slightly chuckling under her breath. "You know, you're probably right about that."
"Of course I am. Not to be presumptuous, but I imagine that the reasons you keep me around consist of my superb advice, and my culinary skills." Alfred smiled, and winked before turning and entering the kitchen area.
After a taking a moment to recover from his little joke, Barbara followed him. "You know, there just might be a few other reasons we keep you around."
"Really Miss Barbara. What would those reasons be?"
"You're a kind old man who takes care of everyone who lives in this tower, and I know that you like all of us to." She grinned at him.
"I'm sure that all of that has something to do with it."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Barbara asked, moving closer to him in order to peak at what he was doing.
"Normally it is my goal to keep all of you as far away from the kitchen as possible, but in this case I will make an exception. If you could put on a large pot of water, and then slice that celery into small pieces." Usually he wouldn't have accepted the help, but he realized that Barbara needed something else to occupy her hands, her mine, and her time; otherwise she would just start searching for the girls.
Their dinner was delicious as it always was when Alfred cooked, despite the fact that Barbara had helped, and while she was a mediocre cook, she still managed to screw things up, or simply forget about them leaving food to burn. I was a nice stew, that was filling, and Alfred had decided that it was the perfect thing to make if Barbara wound up working over time. "Thank you, Alfred."
"It was my pleasure Miss Barbara." He stood up and began clearing the table, leaving Barbara to her own devices.
"I'm just going to check everything out now." She needlessly, seeing as he already knew, informed him.
Computer screens were ready to display any and every information that Barbara wanted. Since it was a private flight, it actually made it easier for her to track it down; what she found, was no good. According to the small airport's computer records, the plane had never landed, and they had, in fact, lost touch with it about halfway through the flight. It was currently listed as missing with a note to contact any person of relation in another two hours.
Barbara's mind was currently going over every single scenario that ended terribly. There was a plane crash and the girls died a horrible flaming death. The pilots got lost and after running out of fuel they were forced to land on a remote island where the natives were cannibals and were cooking the girls for their meal right now. Finally she was pulled out of her musing after realizing that the last one was a bit ridiculous. "My girls." She managed to croak out. Her throat felt constricted, and her heart ached at the thought of never seeing her girls alive again.
That's what she considered them, her girls. She had looked over Helena for an admittedly small portion of her life, but she did feel that Helena was her daughter. The same went for Dinah whom she had known for an even shorter time, they had a strong bond that might have been caused by a deep lost from all three parties, but they were a family, and right now, all Barbara cared about was that her family was missing.
Alfred had finally finished cleaning up and was about to take his leave; that was before he saw Barbara's crest fallen look. "Miss Barbara, what is the matter?" There was a bit of trepidation in his voice as he asked the question.
"They're missing." Barbara whispered with her head lowered, it was just loud enough for Alfred to hear it.
For a moment he looked surprised, and worried; while the surprise eventually left, his worry never did. He turned and began walking back towards the kitchen. "Where are you going?" Barbara asked.
"To put on a pot of coffee." Barbara allowed a small smile before returning to her computers in order to find out where the small jet could be.
The phone call came two hours later, and Barbara, knowing who it was, picked up the phone instead of Alfred. "Hello?'
"This is the careway private jet company."
"And?" Barbara prompted, she just wanted this phone call over with, but a chance to yell at someone, not to mention any additional information they could provide, made her endure it.
"I'm afraid that we have some unfortunate news." Whoever it was sounded like they rehearsed it before calling, and that fact annoyed Barbara severely. "The jet that your charges were flying on is currently missing. We don't know what has happened to it, but I assure you that we are working as hard as we can to find out."
"What do you mean missing? Where'd it go missing? How do you lose a jet? I want answers and I want them now before I have to come over there and start hurting people."
"Uhm, I'm not authorized to tell you anything."
"Then get someone who is."
"Yes ma'am."
A new voice came over the phone. "How is it that we can help you, miss Gordon is it?"
"Yes it's Gordon, and I want to know where that plane went missing right now." Barbara's voice radiated a threatening calm that told anyone listening that she'd better get an answer.
"Uh, w-we lost contact with it approximately three hours into the flight. There was a storm causing interference, which may or may not have blown them of course as well. We're currently working on finding the location, so don't worry."
"I don't have time for this." Barbara sighed angrily, and then slammed down the phone, taking a little of her frustration out on the device. "I will find them."
It was well into the second night before Alfred finally managed to get Barbara to eat and rest. Although, he practically had to pry her hands off of the keyboard, and then had to put up with her sleepy protests, but he eventually made it. "Good night Miss Barbara."
Elsewhere
A group of whimpers and moans awakened Helena from her slumber. At first she was confused, not quite being able to comprehend where she was, or what was making that noise. All that she knew right then was that she was very warm, and even more comfortable. There was a nice weight against her shoulder and across her waist. It just felt right.
Small shakes and jolts from whatever it was laying against her brought her out of her reverie and back to reality. It was Dinah lying across her, and Dinah who was sobbing in her sleep. "No. . .please. . .be better." Dinah whimpered the words, and it was breaking Helena's heart.
"Hey, wake up, Dinah." Helena whispered as so not to startle Dinah, when she still didn't wake up, Helena tried to shake her gently. It only seemed to increase her distress causing her to shake violently, her sobs growing in volume. "Dinah, wait. It's okay, everything is fine, just wake up."
Dinah finally awoke with a scream, trying to extract herself from Helena; however, her struggle was impeded by the tangle that the two girls legs were in. "No, please no. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She continued to apologize for seemingly nothing until it was drowned out by her sobs.
Helena was bewildered by these events, and it took her a moment to react. Moving cautiously she laid her hands on Dinah's shoulders, using them to pull her gently into a soft embrace. "It's okay Dinah. Shhhhh, there's nothing to apologize for." Although Helena would never admit it, she was concerned, she had no idea what Dinah's nightmare was about, but it must've been pretty bad. For now, she simply continued to soothe and calm Dinah until she cried herself back to sleep.
"What happened to you huh Dinah?" She softly questioned the sleeping girl. She noticed that Dinah's face still had a somewhat pained look, and so Helena pulled her in closer, tightening her grip, and felt Dinah move further into the comfort provided. On a whim, Helena kissed the top of Dinah's head before softly moving to wipe away the still wet tears. "I don't know what that was, but I'm going to find out."
Her thoughts stayed on Dinah for the next few hours. Some moonlight managed to seep in through one of the windows casting a soft glow on the golden haired girl. It made her flesh look even more pale than normal, but it gave it a soft look as well, and Helena couldn't stop her hand from gently caressing that moonlit cheek. When Dinah smiled slightly from the contact, it brought out Helena's own small grin. "She's so beautiful. Whoa, where did that come from? I can't be attracted to the kid." Another voice within her debated 'why not?' For that Helena had no real answer, only excuses.
Eventually her mind moved onto a different subject, or more accurately, Helena forced it onto another subject, trying to ignore the body pressed into her own. It was the rescue they were awaiting that occupied her right now. She was certain that Barbara had not only heard of the crash, but was now looking for them, it was simply a case of how long. Optimism told her that they would be rescued within the week, but her more pessimistic side was saying that they would never be found, that eventually Barbara would give up and they would be lost forever. "Come on Helena, have faith in Babs if only for Dinah. Would it really be so bad if we did get stuck here?" She thought to herself, but quickly snapped herself out of it. "What am I thinking, of course it would, and we still don't know jack about this place. I should really get some sleep." A yawn escaped her lips as if it was supporting her last thought. "Sleep well kid, and I hope you have pleasant dreams this time." She kissed Dinah's forehead one last time before falling asleep never noticing that Dinah's eyes had been partially open.
Notes: Yeah I know, disappointing. I might wind up rewriting it, but we'll see. The thing is that I've got a small trip to take, and I'll be gone for four days, so probably no updates for six, sorry. My sixteenth reviewer will get the dedication this time, unless it's frida (sorry) so that everyone can get a chance. Again if you mention an item, I'll try to use it
Disclaimer: I'm still trying to find that arsonists who destroyed my proof dang it, so for now there not mine.
Dedication: Here's the dedication I promised to the twelfth reviewer who was frida. So this chapter is for you, I'm sorry that it's such a bad one. You didn't suggest an item though, so there's no odd item to use. Anywho frida's chapter starts now.
The phone still hadn't rang. Five hours after when they were suppose to have landed, and the phone hadn't made any noise. Barbara rubbed her eyes, frustrated by the girls. The deal had been that as soon as they landed, they would phone to let her know that they were okay, and yet there was still no call. Helena wasn't one for going back on her word, at least to Barbara anyway, and even if she tried to get away without the phone call, Dinah would make sure that Helena called.
When Alfred came over later to cook supper, he found Barbara doing her version of pacing near the phone, it consisted of her moving the wheel chair back and forth, over and over, much like real pacing. He looked on curiously for a moment before speaking up. "Is there a problem, Miss Barbara?"
Her 'pacing' stopped due to Alfred's startling her, but she managed to compose herself well enough. "Oh, Alfred. I didn't hear you come in."
"I gathered that from your surprise Miss Barbara. Now, is anything the matter?" He politely inquired.
Her eyes moved towards the phone subconsciously for a moment before resting on Alfred's concerned face. "It's the girls, they should've phoned by now."
"I'm sure that it's nothing to be concerned about."
"I don't know, maybe I should check to see if their flight landed." She looked at Alfred, searching for his advice on the matter.
"Perhaps, but first I would appreciate it if you were to eat dinner first." He said.
"Why's that? If I looked now, I'd have something to do while you're cooking." She reasoned, and it was a good point, if only in her own mind.
"Because if something is wrong." He held up a hand stopping her before she interrupted like he knew she would. "Not to say that anything is, but in the unlikely case that their plane did not land in the correct location, I know that you would not eat, or sleep until you found them. So, I would like you to eat first as a precaution."
Barbara shook her head, slightly chuckling under her breath. "You know, you're probably right about that."
"Of course I am. Not to be presumptuous, but I imagine that the reasons you keep me around consist of my superb advice, and my culinary skills." Alfred smiled, and winked before turning and entering the kitchen area.
After a taking a moment to recover from his little joke, Barbara followed him. "You know, there just might be a few other reasons we keep you around."
"Really Miss Barbara. What would those reasons be?"
"You're a kind old man who takes care of everyone who lives in this tower, and I know that you like all of us to." She grinned at him.
"I'm sure that all of that has something to do with it."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Barbara asked, moving closer to him in order to peak at what he was doing.
"Normally it is my goal to keep all of you as far away from the kitchen as possible, but in this case I will make an exception. If you could put on a large pot of water, and then slice that celery into small pieces." Usually he wouldn't have accepted the help, but he realized that Barbara needed something else to occupy her hands, her mine, and her time; otherwise she would just start searching for the girls.
Their dinner was delicious as it always was when Alfred cooked, despite the fact that Barbara had helped, and while she was a mediocre cook, she still managed to screw things up, or simply forget about them leaving food to burn. I was a nice stew, that was filling, and Alfred had decided that it was the perfect thing to make if Barbara wound up working over time. "Thank you, Alfred."
"It was my pleasure Miss Barbara." He stood up and began clearing the table, leaving Barbara to her own devices.
"I'm just going to check everything out now." She needlessly, seeing as he already knew, informed him.
Computer screens were ready to display any and every information that Barbara wanted. Since it was a private flight, it actually made it easier for her to track it down; what she found, was no good. According to the small airport's computer records, the plane had never landed, and they had, in fact, lost touch with it about halfway through the flight. It was currently listed as missing with a note to contact any person of relation in another two hours.
Barbara's mind was currently going over every single scenario that ended terribly. There was a plane crash and the girls died a horrible flaming death. The pilots got lost and after running out of fuel they were forced to land on a remote island where the natives were cannibals and were cooking the girls for their meal right now. Finally she was pulled out of her musing after realizing that the last one was a bit ridiculous. "My girls." She managed to croak out. Her throat felt constricted, and her heart ached at the thought of never seeing her girls alive again.
That's what she considered them, her girls. She had looked over Helena for an admittedly small portion of her life, but she did feel that Helena was her daughter. The same went for Dinah whom she had known for an even shorter time, they had a strong bond that might have been caused by a deep lost from all three parties, but they were a family, and right now, all Barbara cared about was that her family was missing.
Alfred had finally finished cleaning up and was about to take his leave; that was before he saw Barbara's crest fallen look. "Miss Barbara, what is the matter?" There was a bit of trepidation in his voice as he asked the question.
"They're missing." Barbara whispered with her head lowered, it was just loud enough for Alfred to hear it.
For a moment he looked surprised, and worried; while the surprise eventually left, his worry never did. He turned and began walking back towards the kitchen. "Where are you going?" Barbara asked.
"To put on a pot of coffee." Barbara allowed a small smile before returning to her computers in order to find out where the small jet could be.
The phone call came two hours later, and Barbara, knowing who it was, picked up the phone instead of Alfred. "Hello?'
"This is the careway private jet company."
"And?" Barbara prompted, she just wanted this phone call over with, but a chance to yell at someone, not to mention any additional information they could provide, made her endure it.
"I'm afraid that we have some unfortunate news." Whoever it was sounded like they rehearsed it before calling, and that fact annoyed Barbara severely. "The jet that your charges were flying on is currently missing. We don't know what has happened to it, but I assure you that we are working as hard as we can to find out."
"What do you mean missing? Where'd it go missing? How do you lose a jet? I want answers and I want them now before I have to come over there and start hurting people."
"Uhm, I'm not authorized to tell you anything."
"Then get someone who is."
"Yes ma'am."
A new voice came over the phone. "How is it that we can help you, miss Gordon is it?"
"Yes it's Gordon, and I want to know where that plane went missing right now." Barbara's voice radiated a threatening calm that told anyone listening that she'd better get an answer.
"Uh, w-we lost contact with it approximately three hours into the flight. There was a storm causing interference, which may or may not have blown them of course as well. We're currently working on finding the location, so don't worry."
"I don't have time for this." Barbara sighed angrily, and then slammed down the phone, taking a little of her frustration out on the device. "I will find them."
It was well into the second night before Alfred finally managed to get Barbara to eat and rest. Although, he practically had to pry her hands off of the keyboard, and then had to put up with her sleepy protests, but he eventually made it. "Good night Miss Barbara."
Elsewhere
A group of whimpers and moans awakened Helena from her slumber. At first she was confused, not quite being able to comprehend where she was, or what was making that noise. All that she knew right then was that she was very warm, and even more comfortable. There was a nice weight against her shoulder and across her waist. It just felt right.
Small shakes and jolts from whatever it was laying against her brought her out of her reverie and back to reality. It was Dinah lying across her, and Dinah who was sobbing in her sleep. "No. . .please. . .be better." Dinah whimpered the words, and it was breaking Helena's heart.
"Hey, wake up, Dinah." Helena whispered as so not to startle Dinah, when she still didn't wake up, Helena tried to shake her gently. It only seemed to increase her distress causing her to shake violently, her sobs growing in volume. "Dinah, wait. It's okay, everything is fine, just wake up."
Dinah finally awoke with a scream, trying to extract herself from Helena; however, her struggle was impeded by the tangle that the two girls legs were in. "No, please no. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She continued to apologize for seemingly nothing until it was drowned out by her sobs.
Helena was bewildered by these events, and it took her a moment to react. Moving cautiously she laid her hands on Dinah's shoulders, using them to pull her gently into a soft embrace. "It's okay Dinah. Shhhhh, there's nothing to apologize for." Although Helena would never admit it, she was concerned, she had no idea what Dinah's nightmare was about, but it must've been pretty bad. For now, she simply continued to soothe and calm Dinah until she cried herself back to sleep.
"What happened to you huh Dinah?" She softly questioned the sleeping girl. She noticed that Dinah's face still had a somewhat pained look, and so Helena pulled her in closer, tightening her grip, and felt Dinah move further into the comfort provided. On a whim, Helena kissed the top of Dinah's head before softly moving to wipe away the still wet tears. "I don't know what that was, but I'm going to find out."
Her thoughts stayed on Dinah for the next few hours. Some moonlight managed to seep in through one of the windows casting a soft glow on the golden haired girl. It made her flesh look even more pale than normal, but it gave it a soft look as well, and Helena couldn't stop her hand from gently caressing that moonlit cheek. When Dinah smiled slightly from the contact, it brought out Helena's own small grin. "She's so beautiful. Whoa, where did that come from? I can't be attracted to the kid." Another voice within her debated 'why not?' For that Helena had no real answer, only excuses.
Eventually her mind moved onto a different subject, or more accurately, Helena forced it onto another subject, trying to ignore the body pressed into her own. It was the rescue they were awaiting that occupied her right now. She was certain that Barbara had not only heard of the crash, but was now looking for them, it was simply a case of how long. Optimism told her that they would be rescued within the week, but her more pessimistic side was saying that they would never be found, that eventually Barbara would give up and they would be lost forever. "Come on Helena, have faith in Babs if only for Dinah. Would it really be so bad if we did get stuck here?" She thought to herself, but quickly snapped herself out of it. "What am I thinking, of course it would, and we still don't know jack about this place. I should really get some sleep." A yawn escaped her lips as if it was supporting her last thought. "Sleep well kid, and I hope you have pleasant dreams this time." She kissed Dinah's forehead one last time before falling asleep never noticing that Dinah's eyes had been partially open.
Notes: Yeah I know, disappointing. I might wind up rewriting it, but we'll see. The thing is that I've got a small trip to take, and I'll be gone for four days, so probably no updates for six, sorry. My sixteenth reviewer will get the dedication this time, unless it's frida (sorry) so that everyone can get a chance. Again if you mention an item, I'll try to use it