Note: Hey all. Some of you were asking for a little bit of Helena angst,
and don't worry, I was already way ahead of you. I like dealing with my
character's emotions so, we'll see plenty of Helena's emotions coming up,
and how she's dealing with everything, which is actually how this chapter
starts. And to VixenRaign I think you'll find a little something that you
had asked for earlier on in a review in this chapter. You guys have all
been so great with your reviewing to. I said it once (well, actually wrote
it, but that's not the point) and I'll say it again, you guys all kick ass.
Disclaimer: Let me see, I own some cds a computer, some cards and my ever- faithful dictionary and thesaurus, but I can't seem to find the birds of prey anywhere, oh well.
It was earlier morning, the sun was just sprouting from the horizon, casting its multi colored glow on the trees and grass. The whole forest seemed to come to life, the birds were chirping, and the squirrels were chattering. A gentle breeze blew, and the tops of the trees swayed in the gentle caress. Everything was covered in a thin layer of morning dew that sparkled in the sun. Helena found herself staring in awe at the beauty that was an average morning for nature, unfolding before her eyes.
She had stepped out for a few moments unable to stand the sight of Dinah looking so broken and helpless, and then being pulled into only one of several bad memories of Dinah's, it was a lot to take in. It was only increasing the guilt that pounded in her soul, never resting, never tiring, and always in control. Right now she wished for nothing more than a bottle of whiskey to drown her sorrows. At this point, she would do almost anything to get rid of the torment. With a sigh, Helena headed back inside.
For now Dinah seemed to be sleeping peacefully, this brought a small amount of comfort to Helena's heart. "You look so happy right now, I wish I could feel the same, but you deserve it more than I do." Tenderly, Helena stroked Dinah's hair. She kept her touch light, barely even present so as not to awake Dinah. Her hand began to drift, tracing along the side of Dinah's face as she reveled in the softness of Dinah's skin. "So smooth." Helena thought to herself. Along the jaw line she continued until she reached the middle of the forehead, then she brought her fingers straight down with her touch still as light as air. Down the bridge of her nose, and then she arrived at Dinah's lips. Softly, she traced the outside, and then across the middle where the top and bottom lip met.
Quickly Helena pulled her hand away from its exploration, ashamed and embarrassed by what she had done. "Just take advantage of her why don't you?" Helena sighed and turned away. She never noticed the slight smile that slid over Dinah's features.
"Why do I have to feel like this? I want a seventeen-year-old girl. You've sunk real low Helena." She thought sadly. "But is it really that low? I don't just want her, there's more to it than that. Sure, she beautiful, and I'll bet she knows it, but that's not the only reason I want her. She's stubborn, compassionate, cool headed when needed, and funny. I'm such a coward, I could never say what I feel to her face; I can't even think it. She can't feel the way I do anyways, not after what I've done to her." A headache seemed to come upon her, and she knew that it was because of the feeling she was sure would be rejected.
"I don't even know what I'm going to do. Fuck, those stupid wolves." She chanced a look at Dinah, not her face, but the wounds she had sustained. All that was covering Dinah's upper half was one of Helena's coats. During the night, it had slipped down a fair distance from its original position around her neck. Dinah was leaning to her uninjured side slightly, and it exposed a small view of her breast, Helena found herself enjoying that view very much. "Take a look at yourself Helena, she has a chance of dying and you're taking a peak." Again Helena looked away this time resting her head in her legs, which she had pulled up to her chest from her sitting position. She felt like crying, but pride refused her that release.
"She's going to die, I just know it. It's my fault. I've lied to her again, she asked me if she was going to die, and I said no. But I can't tell her the truth. She'll die knowing that I lied to her, and probably hating me." Helena ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I can't lose her, but I don't know what to do. I can't take care of her, that's Barbara's job. If there was ever a time that Barbara needed to be here, this is it." She had spent most of the night thinking, not wasting a moment on sleep. Desperately, she had racked her memory for anything that Barbara had done to treat something like this, but all she came up with was Barbara using her many machines. There wasn't much use for basic first aid in a high-tech lab.
Helena wanted to retreat back to the outside, but she was too afraid to leave Dinah alone for long. The half hour she had spent outside just a few minutes ago was long enough. If Dinah woke up and needed anything, Helena felt that it was her duty to be there, all of the guilt telling her so.
A groggy voice came from behind her. "Helena?"
"Yeah kid, I mean, Dinah?" Helena quickly corrected.
"How long have you been awake?" Dinah asked after taking in Helena's blood shot eyes. She pulled Helena's jacket back up to cover her better, only slightly embarrassed.
"Not long." Helena lied, finding herself inexplicably, and embarrassingly, blushing. "I don't blush." Helena thought.
Dinah just managed to hold in her laugh from the look of Helena's pink cheeks, but could not, however, hold back her smirk. "You're lying." Dinah stated, still smirking.
Averting her eyes, Helena attempted to lie again. "I really haven't been, just a few hours."
"And how many hours is a few hours?" Dinah asked, sleep was trying to cloud her mind once more, but she stubbornly held back knowing that if she didn't get Helena to rest, she wouldn't.
"More than two." Helena replied quickly. "You still look tired, why don't you go back to sleep?" She suggested, thinking herself very clever by her change of subject.
Dinah knew what she was up to, but also knew that at this point, Helena would do almost anything for her, if asked correctly. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I wouldn't feel right." Helena just looked at her confused. "I'd feel better if you went to sleep with me."
Dinah watched in fascination as, for the second time, Helena blushed. "W-what?" She stuttered.
"I want you to get some sleep with me." Dinah reiterated.
"Oh, I don't know Dinah, somebody needs to keep watch." Said Helena, finally catching the real meaning behind Dinah's innocent words.
"Please? I'll feel better if you do. Pretty please, Helena?" Dinah begged fixing Helena with a pair of puppy dog eyes that Helena found herself unable to resist.
"Alright, fine. Just stop looking at me like that." Helena caved. She found herself as comfortable a position as she could in one of the pilot's chairs. "Sleep well Dinah." Mentally she added, "You knew that I'd do anything for you now."
Dinah, while being very pleased with her, watched Helena fall into a world of dreams. She wished that Helena was there with her, that those well- muscled arms were wrapped around her, holding her safe and warm. But she would respect Helena's wishes. "I guess that was just a one time thing." She mused, referring to the second night, when she was cold, and Helena held her. "Maybe she just doesn't want to take advantage of me. Or, it could be that she doesn't want to hurt you anymore stupid." Dinah thought, finally remembering the wounds from the wolves.
They were starting to hurt again, namely where the wolf had gotten its teeth into her shoulder. It was deep; Dinah had no doubts about that. She also knew that she had lost a lot of blood, which was probably what was making her so tired. When she had woken up, the pain seemed to not even exist, but now, it was coming back strong as ever. It just seemed to hit her full force, bringing tears to sting in her eyes, as the pain just grew exponentially. She tensed, and tried to curl into a ball, reopening the wounds that had scabbed over. They began to bleed once more, and the world began to grow wavy, almost like she was looking at it from underwater as it tiled back and forth. The pain, and blood loss became too much, and she blacked out, the sleeping Helena never knowing.
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"How are the subjects coming along?"
"A few more days, and I think that we'll be ready for a field test."
"That's news that the boss will like to hear."
"I know. They're ready for the next injections."
"Any word from the two agents?"
"You're asking the wrong person. I only deal with these creations."
"Right. The boss needs to know if they'll be ready to take on the girls."
"They will, you just better hope that those girls are ready to test these to their full potential."
"The agents will see to that."
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Tremors moved through the patch of dirt, it shifted up and down, seeming to be loosened from the inside out. It pulsed, almost as if something was trapped and trying to escape, to break free. A hand shot out from the soil, clawing its way around, another followed in its wake; the stone that had been sitting on top fell to the side. More and more of a body was exposed as they continued to fight their way out of their grave. Eventually the head and torso were uncovered, and the body freed itself completely.
Coughing, the figure sluggishly pulled itself along the ground and away from the grave that it had just newly escaped. Shakily, it climbed to its knees, and began to wipe at its face. Dirt seemed to be lodged in every exposed orifice, and it clawed away at the soil. It seemed to grow in strength, and now rose to its feet, still brushing at the dirt covering its clothing and skin. It was now distinguishable that the figure was male.
He stumbled over to a rock near where he had just escaped, there, the ground was pulsing as well, although, it wasn't as strong as it was from the other area. The rock seemed to be hindering whoever's plan of escape, so, the man pushed it off, finding that it was oddly heavy. A hand also found its way out of this patch of dirt, the man began to dig around it, trying to help whoever was under there get out. Enough dirt was removed and he grabbed the other person's hand, pulling them out of a grave similar to his own.
Much like he had been, this person was very disoriented at first, but with the first person's help, they slowly recovered. This one was female. "That took long enough to come into effect." Her voice was horse, and annoyed.
"I was designed to be that way. We couldn't have them figuring out too soon. I almost thought that they would know when the one woke up earlier than expected."
"It was a close call. What should we do now sir?"
"What do you think we're going to do?" From out of his pocket he pulled out a case, and the inside was filled with syringes. "You still have the other half?"
"Yes." Reaching into her own pocket, she pulled out a similar case this one filled with several vials.
"Good, let's get going." He ordered.
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"This is it? You are kidding right?" Reese asked in disbelief. Right in front of him was a cowboy hat, implanted with a video camera.
"What's wrong with it?" Another police officer asked. He was dressed as a cowboy, and it seemed that the job of wearing the hat was his.
"You're supposed to be following Dr. Freedman." Reese said, and the other officer nodded, clearly not getting the idea causing Reese to sigh in frustration. "When following someone, you need to remain inconspicuous. A cowboy hat," He picked it up, shaking it a little, "is not inconspicuous. Do you see the problem?"
"Yes sir." Said the officer.
"Then go fix it." Reese ordered, pushing the hat into the officer's hand.
"Yes sir." And he ran off to do just that.
When the officer had left Reese started muttering to himself. "I'm working with a bunch of idiots. A cowboy hat? I mean really, could it have gotten any worse." A phone call interrupted his ranting. "Hello?"
"Reese, its Barbara. How's it going on your end?"
"Not so good, we've found him and are almost set to take care of everything, but nobody seems to realize that you need to blend in to follow someone without them noticing." Reese said irritated.
"Don't stress too much about it. The only reason that it really needs to be done is as a precaution. Take it easy and call me if anything comes up."
"Wait, what about everything you've found out?" His question came too late as Barbara had already hung up.
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"What did Mister Reese have to say?" Alfred inquired.
"There not moving as I hoped, everything for them is behind schedule. Nothing important has happened yet, but he'll call me if anything comes up." Barbara said, obviously angry that things were not progressing as she had hoped.
"And, what about you? Have you found anything?"
"I did a background check on the entire agency, and everything checks out. They have nothing to mar their record in anyway. As far as I can tell, they are what they say they are. My only idea now is that there's been an outside influence that sent us the wrong information in place of what I asked." Barbara explained.
"Then, what shall you do now?"
"The next step would be to run a background check on every person that works there, that could take a while though. This company is actually quite expansive, and it could have been anyone of them. So, in order to tone down the search, I'm going to start with the two pilots, and see if I can find out anything there."
"Do not forget that you will eventually need something to eat." Alfred advised. "As much as you seem to like to think otherwise, you are still human. There's sandwiches in the fridge when you are ready."
"Uh huh, thanks Alfred." Barbara replied, mildly surprising Alfred since he had not expected her to answer at all.
"You are welcome, Miss Barbara." Alfred replied, his smile making his eyes crinkle.
Note: Well there you go. Hope you have plenty of questions, such as, will Dinah live? And who are those strange people? Of course I'm sure that this one is the most popular, 'when are Helena and Dinah going to admit their feeling for each other?' Well, I hate to tell you, but I'm thinkin at least another few chapters. *Dodges the rotten fruit being thrown* Please send your wonderful reviews. They inflate my ego and make me happy; it might even force me into writing some fluff eventually.
Disclaimer: Let me see, I own some cds a computer, some cards and my ever- faithful dictionary and thesaurus, but I can't seem to find the birds of prey anywhere, oh well.
It was earlier morning, the sun was just sprouting from the horizon, casting its multi colored glow on the trees and grass. The whole forest seemed to come to life, the birds were chirping, and the squirrels were chattering. A gentle breeze blew, and the tops of the trees swayed in the gentle caress. Everything was covered in a thin layer of morning dew that sparkled in the sun. Helena found herself staring in awe at the beauty that was an average morning for nature, unfolding before her eyes.
She had stepped out for a few moments unable to stand the sight of Dinah looking so broken and helpless, and then being pulled into only one of several bad memories of Dinah's, it was a lot to take in. It was only increasing the guilt that pounded in her soul, never resting, never tiring, and always in control. Right now she wished for nothing more than a bottle of whiskey to drown her sorrows. At this point, she would do almost anything to get rid of the torment. With a sigh, Helena headed back inside.
For now Dinah seemed to be sleeping peacefully, this brought a small amount of comfort to Helena's heart. "You look so happy right now, I wish I could feel the same, but you deserve it more than I do." Tenderly, Helena stroked Dinah's hair. She kept her touch light, barely even present so as not to awake Dinah. Her hand began to drift, tracing along the side of Dinah's face as she reveled in the softness of Dinah's skin. "So smooth." Helena thought to herself. Along the jaw line she continued until she reached the middle of the forehead, then she brought her fingers straight down with her touch still as light as air. Down the bridge of her nose, and then she arrived at Dinah's lips. Softly, she traced the outside, and then across the middle where the top and bottom lip met.
Quickly Helena pulled her hand away from its exploration, ashamed and embarrassed by what she had done. "Just take advantage of her why don't you?" Helena sighed and turned away. She never noticed the slight smile that slid over Dinah's features.
"Why do I have to feel like this? I want a seventeen-year-old girl. You've sunk real low Helena." She thought sadly. "But is it really that low? I don't just want her, there's more to it than that. Sure, she beautiful, and I'll bet she knows it, but that's not the only reason I want her. She's stubborn, compassionate, cool headed when needed, and funny. I'm such a coward, I could never say what I feel to her face; I can't even think it. She can't feel the way I do anyways, not after what I've done to her." A headache seemed to come upon her, and she knew that it was because of the feeling she was sure would be rejected.
"I don't even know what I'm going to do. Fuck, those stupid wolves." She chanced a look at Dinah, not her face, but the wounds she had sustained. All that was covering Dinah's upper half was one of Helena's coats. During the night, it had slipped down a fair distance from its original position around her neck. Dinah was leaning to her uninjured side slightly, and it exposed a small view of her breast, Helena found herself enjoying that view very much. "Take a look at yourself Helena, she has a chance of dying and you're taking a peak." Again Helena looked away this time resting her head in her legs, which she had pulled up to her chest from her sitting position. She felt like crying, but pride refused her that release.
"She's going to die, I just know it. It's my fault. I've lied to her again, she asked me if she was going to die, and I said no. But I can't tell her the truth. She'll die knowing that I lied to her, and probably hating me." Helena ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I can't lose her, but I don't know what to do. I can't take care of her, that's Barbara's job. If there was ever a time that Barbara needed to be here, this is it." She had spent most of the night thinking, not wasting a moment on sleep. Desperately, she had racked her memory for anything that Barbara had done to treat something like this, but all she came up with was Barbara using her many machines. There wasn't much use for basic first aid in a high-tech lab.
Helena wanted to retreat back to the outside, but she was too afraid to leave Dinah alone for long. The half hour she had spent outside just a few minutes ago was long enough. If Dinah woke up and needed anything, Helena felt that it was her duty to be there, all of the guilt telling her so.
A groggy voice came from behind her. "Helena?"
"Yeah kid, I mean, Dinah?" Helena quickly corrected.
"How long have you been awake?" Dinah asked after taking in Helena's blood shot eyes. She pulled Helena's jacket back up to cover her better, only slightly embarrassed.
"Not long." Helena lied, finding herself inexplicably, and embarrassingly, blushing. "I don't blush." Helena thought.
Dinah just managed to hold in her laugh from the look of Helena's pink cheeks, but could not, however, hold back her smirk. "You're lying." Dinah stated, still smirking.
Averting her eyes, Helena attempted to lie again. "I really haven't been, just a few hours."
"And how many hours is a few hours?" Dinah asked, sleep was trying to cloud her mind once more, but she stubbornly held back knowing that if she didn't get Helena to rest, she wouldn't.
"More than two." Helena replied quickly. "You still look tired, why don't you go back to sleep?" She suggested, thinking herself very clever by her change of subject.
Dinah knew what she was up to, but also knew that at this point, Helena would do almost anything for her, if asked correctly. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I wouldn't feel right." Helena just looked at her confused. "I'd feel better if you went to sleep with me."
Dinah watched in fascination as, for the second time, Helena blushed. "W-what?" She stuttered.
"I want you to get some sleep with me." Dinah reiterated.
"Oh, I don't know Dinah, somebody needs to keep watch." Said Helena, finally catching the real meaning behind Dinah's innocent words.
"Please? I'll feel better if you do. Pretty please, Helena?" Dinah begged fixing Helena with a pair of puppy dog eyes that Helena found herself unable to resist.
"Alright, fine. Just stop looking at me like that." Helena caved. She found herself as comfortable a position as she could in one of the pilot's chairs. "Sleep well Dinah." Mentally she added, "You knew that I'd do anything for you now."
Dinah, while being very pleased with her, watched Helena fall into a world of dreams. She wished that Helena was there with her, that those well- muscled arms were wrapped around her, holding her safe and warm. But she would respect Helena's wishes. "I guess that was just a one time thing." She mused, referring to the second night, when she was cold, and Helena held her. "Maybe she just doesn't want to take advantage of me. Or, it could be that she doesn't want to hurt you anymore stupid." Dinah thought, finally remembering the wounds from the wolves.
They were starting to hurt again, namely where the wolf had gotten its teeth into her shoulder. It was deep; Dinah had no doubts about that. She also knew that she had lost a lot of blood, which was probably what was making her so tired. When she had woken up, the pain seemed to not even exist, but now, it was coming back strong as ever. It just seemed to hit her full force, bringing tears to sting in her eyes, as the pain just grew exponentially. She tensed, and tried to curl into a ball, reopening the wounds that had scabbed over. They began to bleed once more, and the world began to grow wavy, almost like she was looking at it from underwater as it tiled back and forth. The pain, and blood loss became too much, and she blacked out, the sleeping Helena never knowing.
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"How are the subjects coming along?"
"A few more days, and I think that we'll be ready for a field test."
"That's news that the boss will like to hear."
"I know. They're ready for the next injections."
"Any word from the two agents?"
"You're asking the wrong person. I only deal with these creations."
"Right. The boss needs to know if they'll be ready to take on the girls."
"They will, you just better hope that those girls are ready to test these to their full potential."
"The agents will see to that."
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Tremors moved through the patch of dirt, it shifted up and down, seeming to be loosened from the inside out. It pulsed, almost as if something was trapped and trying to escape, to break free. A hand shot out from the soil, clawing its way around, another followed in its wake; the stone that had been sitting on top fell to the side. More and more of a body was exposed as they continued to fight their way out of their grave. Eventually the head and torso were uncovered, and the body freed itself completely.
Coughing, the figure sluggishly pulled itself along the ground and away from the grave that it had just newly escaped. Shakily, it climbed to its knees, and began to wipe at its face. Dirt seemed to be lodged in every exposed orifice, and it clawed away at the soil. It seemed to grow in strength, and now rose to its feet, still brushing at the dirt covering its clothing and skin. It was now distinguishable that the figure was male.
He stumbled over to a rock near where he had just escaped, there, the ground was pulsing as well, although, it wasn't as strong as it was from the other area. The rock seemed to be hindering whoever's plan of escape, so, the man pushed it off, finding that it was oddly heavy. A hand also found its way out of this patch of dirt, the man began to dig around it, trying to help whoever was under there get out. Enough dirt was removed and he grabbed the other person's hand, pulling them out of a grave similar to his own.
Much like he had been, this person was very disoriented at first, but with the first person's help, they slowly recovered. This one was female. "That took long enough to come into effect." Her voice was horse, and annoyed.
"I was designed to be that way. We couldn't have them figuring out too soon. I almost thought that they would know when the one woke up earlier than expected."
"It was a close call. What should we do now sir?"
"What do you think we're going to do?" From out of his pocket he pulled out a case, and the inside was filled with syringes. "You still have the other half?"
"Yes." Reaching into her own pocket, she pulled out a similar case this one filled with several vials.
"Good, let's get going." He ordered.
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"This is it? You are kidding right?" Reese asked in disbelief. Right in front of him was a cowboy hat, implanted with a video camera.
"What's wrong with it?" Another police officer asked. He was dressed as a cowboy, and it seemed that the job of wearing the hat was his.
"You're supposed to be following Dr. Freedman." Reese said, and the other officer nodded, clearly not getting the idea causing Reese to sigh in frustration. "When following someone, you need to remain inconspicuous. A cowboy hat," He picked it up, shaking it a little, "is not inconspicuous. Do you see the problem?"
"Yes sir." Said the officer.
"Then go fix it." Reese ordered, pushing the hat into the officer's hand.
"Yes sir." And he ran off to do just that.
When the officer had left Reese started muttering to himself. "I'm working with a bunch of idiots. A cowboy hat? I mean really, could it have gotten any worse." A phone call interrupted his ranting. "Hello?"
"Reese, its Barbara. How's it going on your end?"
"Not so good, we've found him and are almost set to take care of everything, but nobody seems to realize that you need to blend in to follow someone without them noticing." Reese said irritated.
"Don't stress too much about it. The only reason that it really needs to be done is as a precaution. Take it easy and call me if anything comes up."
"Wait, what about everything you've found out?" His question came too late as Barbara had already hung up.
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"What did Mister Reese have to say?" Alfred inquired.
"There not moving as I hoped, everything for them is behind schedule. Nothing important has happened yet, but he'll call me if anything comes up." Barbara said, obviously angry that things were not progressing as she had hoped.
"And, what about you? Have you found anything?"
"I did a background check on the entire agency, and everything checks out. They have nothing to mar their record in anyway. As far as I can tell, they are what they say they are. My only idea now is that there's been an outside influence that sent us the wrong information in place of what I asked." Barbara explained.
"Then, what shall you do now?"
"The next step would be to run a background check on every person that works there, that could take a while though. This company is actually quite expansive, and it could have been anyone of them. So, in order to tone down the search, I'm going to start with the two pilots, and see if I can find out anything there."
"Do not forget that you will eventually need something to eat." Alfred advised. "As much as you seem to like to think otherwise, you are still human. There's sandwiches in the fridge when you are ready."
"Uh huh, thanks Alfred." Barbara replied, mildly surprising Alfred since he had not expected her to answer at all.
"You are welcome, Miss Barbara." Alfred replied, his smile making his eyes crinkle.
Note: Well there you go. Hope you have plenty of questions, such as, will Dinah live? And who are those strange people? Of course I'm sure that this one is the most popular, 'when are Helena and Dinah going to admit their feeling for each other?' Well, I hate to tell you, but I'm thinkin at least another few chapters. *Dodges the rotten fruit being thrown* Please send your wonderful reviews. They inflate my ego and make me happy; it might even force me into writing some fluff eventually.