Note: Fifty reviews, wow, I can't. . .wow. I'm sorta speechless right now,
so, here's the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Dedication: To all you wonderful readers and reviewers love you all.
The two companions trudged through the woods, searching for their destination. It wasn't an easy task either since they had no idea where they were in proximity to where they wanted to be. Only years of training allowed them to lessen the time by utilizing only slightly rusty tracking skills. It was still night, and only an hour or so had passed since their 'awakening' so the darkness helped conceal them, but at the same time, covered the tracks they were trying to follow.
"How far away do you think we are?" Asked the girl.
The male was currently examining the ground trying to find where they needed to go in order to stay on the right track. "I don't think that we're too far away, Sanders. The signs are old, but still recognizable"
"That's good news, if something's happened while we were away, we'll be in deep shit."
"Watch your language." He replied curtly while rising from the ground. "Come on, let's go."
"Yes, sir." Said Sanders. "What are we going to do when we find them?"
"First we'll get in close and do a quick check; it's night so they should be sleeping. All we need to do is make sure that nothing significant has happened. After that we'll keep close surveillance on everything they do." He explained.
"Sounds like a plan, Stevens."
They continued on their way, with Stevens stopping every once in awhile to make sure that they were indeed heading in the right direction. There was no idle chitchat exchanged for the entire trek, neither felt the need, and their job entailed that everything be kept professional. "Did you check the background on these two?" Sanders asked.
Stevens didn't even bother to grace her with a glance as he responded. "Of course I did. Do you think of me as incompetent?" She started to respond, but he cut her off. "Don't bother answering that."
"All I meant is that I'm a little worried. These girls' abilities are amazing enough, and there's no telling about how much further they will grow. If they're pushed to the limit like the boss plans, well, there's no telling what the reaction will be. It could easily be a negative one for all parties involved." Sanders tried to reason.
"You worry too much. The idea is to test abilities here. These girls are powerful, and that's why they were chosen, that plus the fact that they were a convenient target. This Huntress and Canary, protectors of the city of Gothem didn't get their positions for no reason, but it does not mean that they are a threat to us. No more talk now, we'll keep moving until we arrive." He wasted no more time on her, and continued to walk while she followed as her superior ordered.
Their little journey didn't last much longer as Stevens soon held up a hand to halt Sanders. He put his finger to his lips indicating for her to be silent, and then signaled her to get down so that they were better hidden by the brush. From their position, Stevens parted a few branches so that both would have view of what lay in front of them, a private jet. The very one that they had been the temporary pilots of, and the one that Helena Kyle, and Dinah Lance had flown in.
A private jet company had been easy enough to sneak into, and not at all difficult to make all the necessary arrangements. Such as, faulty flight patterns and weather charts, along with getting themselves to be the pilots of their prey. There had been other things that needed to be taken care of as well; they had needed to sneak in a custom built jet that looked exactly like all the others despite its improvements. Nobody had ever suspected a thing, and so, everything went off without a hitch.
Now, they lay silently, watching, and waiting to make their move. "Get out the glasses." Stevens ordered.
From out of an inside pocket, Sanders pulled out what appeared to be a pair of regular everyday glasses; they were anything but. Sanders put them on and squeezed the left eye frame gently. A series of icons came over the glass, and she squeezed again, keeping the pressure light, now the glass took on a green tint. "One's staying still, possibly sleeping, the other, is moving a little, like she has the jitters or something."
"Can't you be more specific?" Stevens asked, with an annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's only heat detecting x-ray, I can't tell you anything in more detail." Sanders replied.
"Fine, it looks like we'll have to wait, at least until the one settles down." No more words were exchanged until hours later.
"Stevens look." Sanders pointed. Morning had just come when she noticed a figure exiting the plane; she had been watching all night since the figure inside had not settled down at all. At least now they could see who was causing this annoyance.
"So our little Huntress has finally come outside, now if she would just go to sleep, we could get on with our objective."
"Bitching about it isn't going to make it happen faster." Sander snapped.
"Watch your language, and while you're at it, never speak to me in that tone again." Stevens eyes were hard and cold, Stevens looked away quickly, not wanting to incur any further wrath. A few more minutes passed before Sanders indicated that it was safe for them to head in.
They crept on quietly as was possible for them, which in fact, was very quiet for an average human. As they peeked through the entrance, Sanders had to fight the urge to blurt out a cuss. Inside they could see Dinah convulsing from the pain, and making her injuries worse. They knew that their luck was incredible to arrive when they did, although Sanders couldn't help but feel the 'super hero arriving just in the nick of time' cliché.
Immediately they swept in, still being quiet, but also moving quickly. Only a glance was spared at the unmoving figure of the sleeping Helena, all of their attentions were focused on the younger, dying girl. "Get out the vials." Stevens snapped in an uncharacteristic display of panic.
"Right, here." She quickly passed him her case.
"Stop just standing there!" He whispered harshly. "Hold her down before she hurts herself."
First Sanders clamped a hand over Dinah's mouth, so that any noise she made would at least be muffled, and thus, have less of a chance of waking Helena, and then did her best to pin Dinah down. Stevens pulled out one of the vials, and filled up one of his syringes with the clear liquid. He tapped it to remove the bubbles, and then sunk the needle into Dinah's arm, depressing the plunger before he pulled it back out. Almost immediately, Dinah quieted down, her body completely relaxed. "Let's go, she'll be fine now." Said Stevens, exiting immediately followed by Sanders.
"You know that Huntress is a meta human feral right?" Sander asked.
"I do know, and I know what you were going to suggest. We need to hurry before she wakes up, this dirt will lead her right to us otherwise." They headed back into the forest, this time searching for a body of water to erase any tracks and any scents they left behind.
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"This is much better." Reese sighed in relief. The whole cowboy hat issue had finally been resolved, and now the same officer stood before him, only this time he looked more plain and ordinary. "See, now this is what I was looking for. Nobody is going to notice you, unless they're actually looking."
"Yes detective, thank you." The officer beamed.
"All right now Anderson, go on and do your job." Reese dismissed the still happy Anderson from his office.
There were various files and folders in a state of disarray all over Reese's desk, many had coffee spills littering them, and it seemed as though he had barely glanced at any of them. In truth, he hadn't, not for several days at least. All of his time was consumed with his own personal matter, Helena. No doubt lingered in his mind that he loved the powerful woman who went by the alias of Huntress, unfortunately, so far nothing had developed between them. This managed to disappoint Reese to no end, and now with her missing, he was saddened by the fact that he never took the chance to try and ask her out.
Really, they had only ever met for work purposes, and every time he used the ring Helena gave him for a more personal reason, she seemed a little angry. He had been trying to ask her out for some time, but some thing always seemed to interrupt, or he would suddenly loose his nerve. Sometimes, she could just be so unnerving with her occasionally abrupt manner, but for Reese, this just made her all the more desirable. His hopes were high that he and Barbara together would find Helena, and when they did, he made a vow to himself to make sure that he and Helena got together, no matter what the cost.
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Barbara had worked diligently during the day, almost never resting, the only time being for lunch when Alfred forced her to take a break. Her check on the two pilots at first seemed fruitless, as she could not find any information at all; it was as if the two didn't even exist. There were no records of them ever attending any pilot schools, and after a little bit of digging, it was found that their licenses were fakes. All leads pointed to dead ends, and Barbara was more frustrated than she thought possible.
Then, she stumbled across something faulty in the company's database. There seemed to be a change in the records, along with something foreign that would've never been noticed unless you were either extremely lucky, or looking for it. While the trail of the pilots had ended dead, this proved a new lead to follow. The item seemed to belong to a prominent military technology development company, Phoenix Inc. This was indeed an interesting development, for Barbara.
A little bit of expert hacking and Barbara was browsing through all the files in Phoenix Inc. One of the first places she looked was in the personnel files, where, to her lack of surprise, she found the two people she had been searching for. As it turned out, their names were Amanda Sanders, and Trevor Stevens, both special agents. Barbara made it her goal to look deeper into everything that this company was currently working on.
"Alfred?" Barbara called.
"Yes, Miss Barbara?"
"Could you do me a favor and call Reese?"
"Of course."
A moment later the phone was in her hand. "Hello?" Came Reese's voice.
"Reese, I've found some interesting information that you might like to know." Barbara said.
"Oh really, what do you have?"
"The pilots are frauds, they really work for Phoenix Inc." Barbara recounted.
"Phoenix Inc. I've heard of them, they're that military corporation. Do you really think that they're involved?" Reese inquired.
"We'll find out soon enough, I still have more searching to do. How are things going on your end?"
"Better than before. Dr. Freedman is being staked out as we speak, the issue holding us back was taken care of; I even managed to get a phone tap on him. If he's up to anything, we have a good chance of figuring it out."
"Call me if anything comes up." Barbara demanded before hanging up.
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Helena finally awoke from her deep sleep, she had no idea how long she had been out, but that wasn't a real concern for her at the time. Her first thoughts were of how rested she felt, but then the guilt hit once more, and she felt terrible for not thinking about Dinah. With a few stretches she climbed to her feet and went to go check on Dinah, or at least that had been her intention, until she smelled something odd. An unfamiliar scent that belonged to neither her nor Dinah was present, so she transformed into Huntress to investigate it further. One was male, and the other was female, she found this odd, but the smell seemed somewhat familiar, she just couldn't place it though.
For now, her thoughts returned to her young companion, and she sauntered over to Dinah's side. Something was odd here as well. Dinah's eyes fluttered rapidly, her breathing was quickened, and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. This worried Huntress considerably, and she quickly pulled back her coat that still lay covering Dinah, to check for any infection. What she saw before her eyes amazed her. "H-how is this possible?" Helena asked in awe. The muscles on Dinah's injured area's seemed to be clenching, almost as if they were shivering, and the once terrible wounds, were slowly growing smaller. It was Helena's estimate, that within a few hours, Dinah would once again be all right.
Aside from the outward symptoms, Dinah didn't really seem to be in any pain, and that brought great comfort to Helena. "See Dinah, I didn't lie. You're going to be fine." Once again, Helena felt like she could cry; only this time, it was from happiness. Taking a seat right by Dinah, she sat quietly; perfectly content to merely stroke Dinah's hair. "You mean so much to me." Helena whispered, nearly inaudibly.
As predicted, Dinah woke up only hours later, three to be specific. Her first thoughts were of how much she wanted whatever was tenderly caressing her, to never stop that comfort. A warm, caring aura seemed to be projected onto her by someone, and she never wanted him or her to leave. That's when she noticed how strange she felt. There was no pain, or dizziness, which she felt was out of place. "The last thing I remember is pain, and feeling scared, but now, I feel like I'm okay again." She thought to herself. Finally Dinah opened her eyes, and they landed directly on Helena's face. "Helena?"
"Yeah, I'm here Dinah. You scared me for a while there kid." Helena was surprised that she was admitting this. Her usual motto of never showing your weakness usually prevented such things from coming out of her mouth.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Somebody was here though."
"Do you think they did this?" Dinah asked, finally deciding that she should sit up. So, she twisted around and sat up, completely forgetting about her partial nudity, allowing Helena a peak.
"Huh, wha?" Helena stuttered. She was having a large amount of trouble thinking in that moment. It was then that her nudity dawned on Dinah, and with a yelp she pulled the coat back up, blushing furiously. "Sorry." Helena squeaked, turning away. "Oh get over it Helena, it's not like it's the first pair of tits you've seen." Helena thought to herself, wondering why it was that she was again blushing.
"It's okay." Her small answer made Dinah want to groan in frustration. "I can't believe I said that. Oh, it's okay for you to take a look Helena, don't worry about a thing." She mocked herself mentally. "She must think that I'm such a tramp." Dinah thought miserably.
"Anyway, um, what were you asking?" Helena's nervousness seemed to be wearing off now.
"If you think it was, the mystery people who did this?" Dinah, on the other hand, was still considerably embarrassed.
"I don't know what else could've done it, so yeah, I think they healed you."
"Right, so um, could I maybe get a shirt?" Dinah asked.
"Oh, right. Just give me a sec." A moment later, Helena came back with both a shirt and bra in hand. "Here." She turned around to give Dinah some privacy.
"So what are we going to do now?" Dinah questioned as she dressed.
"If you're up to it, I'm gonna go find out who these people are." Was Helena's response.
"You just don't want to leave me alone." Dinah declared with an air of smugness.
"Look, do you want to come or not?" Helena asked impatiently, trying to hide the fact that she had been caught.
"I do."
"Then let's go."
Using Huntress's advanced senses, they quickly followed the trail that was inadvertently left behind. But eventually, the trail was lost by the one thing that could disguise it, a river, or in this case, a stream. "Damn it!" Huntress swore.
"Calm down Huntress, we'll find them." Dinah tried to soothe.
"Come on, let's go." Huntress sighed. She looked in each direction the stream ran before choosing to go down stream. "We're going this way." Dinah followed behind.
The small stream grew steadily deeper and wider as they continued, eventually turning into a raging river. "I don't think they went this far." Said Dinah with trepidation in her voice, the further they had gone, the fouler Huntress's mood had gotten. Dinah was pretty sure that the only reason Huntress hadn't snapped at her was because of her previous injuries.
Huntress walked down towards a ledge that had about a six-foot drop down to the water, and sat on the edge. "You're probably right." She looked at the liquid below, and realized that it had to be true. The water was rough, with plenty of white caps, and it had taken a decidedly black color. Anyone would have been wary of this, but Huntress, being a feral, felt a bit more nervous around it than most would.
"Let's go back before it gets too dark." Dinah suggested, standing away from Huntress to give her some space.
"Right." As Huntress stood up, she suddenly slipped on the wet grass beneath her feet, and not even her feral balance could keep her from plunging over the edge, and into the deep, cold river.
Note: I know, another cliff hanger, and Dinah and Helena still aren't in an official relationship, but, this chapter is longer than usual, so that's my gift for all the reviews you guys gave. Fifty, wow. You guys are great, so keep sending the reviews please.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Dedication: To all you wonderful readers and reviewers love you all.
The two companions trudged through the woods, searching for their destination. It wasn't an easy task either since they had no idea where they were in proximity to where they wanted to be. Only years of training allowed them to lessen the time by utilizing only slightly rusty tracking skills. It was still night, and only an hour or so had passed since their 'awakening' so the darkness helped conceal them, but at the same time, covered the tracks they were trying to follow.
"How far away do you think we are?" Asked the girl.
The male was currently examining the ground trying to find where they needed to go in order to stay on the right track. "I don't think that we're too far away, Sanders. The signs are old, but still recognizable"
"That's good news, if something's happened while we were away, we'll be in deep shit."
"Watch your language." He replied curtly while rising from the ground. "Come on, let's go."
"Yes, sir." Said Sanders. "What are we going to do when we find them?"
"First we'll get in close and do a quick check; it's night so they should be sleeping. All we need to do is make sure that nothing significant has happened. After that we'll keep close surveillance on everything they do." He explained.
"Sounds like a plan, Stevens."
They continued on their way, with Stevens stopping every once in awhile to make sure that they were indeed heading in the right direction. There was no idle chitchat exchanged for the entire trek, neither felt the need, and their job entailed that everything be kept professional. "Did you check the background on these two?" Sanders asked.
Stevens didn't even bother to grace her with a glance as he responded. "Of course I did. Do you think of me as incompetent?" She started to respond, but he cut her off. "Don't bother answering that."
"All I meant is that I'm a little worried. These girls' abilities are amazing enough, and there's no telling about how much further they will grow. If they're pushed to the limit like the boss plans, well, there's no telling what the reaction will be. It could easily be a negative one for all parties involved." Sanders tried to reason.
"You worry too much. The idea is to test abilities here. These girls are powerful, and that's why they were chosen, that plus the fact that they were a convenient target. This Huntress and Canary, protectors of the city of Gothem didn't get their positions for no reason, but it does not mean that they are a threat to us. No more talk now, we'll keep moving until we arrive." He wasted no more time on her, and continued to walk while she followed as her superior ordered.
Their little journey didn't last much longer as Stevens soon held up a hand to halt Sanders. He put his finger to his lips indicating for her to be silent, and then signaled her to get down so that they were better hidden by the brush. From their position, Stevens parted a few branches so that both would have view of what lay in front of them, a private jet. The very one that they had been the temporary pilots of, and the one that Helena Kyle, and Dinah Lance had flown in.
A private jet company had been easy enough to sneak into, and not at all difficult to make all the necessary arrangements. Such as, faulty flight patterns and weather charts, along with getting themselves to be the pilots of their prey. There had been other things that needed to be taken care of as well; they had needed to sneak in a custom built jet that looked exactly like all the others despite its improvements. Nobody had ever suspected a thing, and so, everything went off without a hitch.
Now, they lay silently, watching, and waiting to make their move. "Get out the glasses." Stevens ordered.
From out of an inside pocket, Sanders pulled out what appeared to be a pair of regular everyday glasses; they were anything but. Sanders put them on and squeezed the left eye frame gently. A series of icons came over the glass, and she squeezed again, keeping the pressure light, now the glass took on a green tint. "One's staying still, possibly sleeping, the other, is moving a little, like she has the jitters or something."
"Can't you be more specific?" Stevens asked, with an annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's only heat detecting x-ray, I can't tell you anything in more detail." Sanders replied.
"Fine, it looks like we'll have to wait, at least until the one settles down." No more words were exchanged until hours later.
"Stevens look." Sanders pointed. Morning had just come when she noticed a figure exiting the plane; she had been watching all night since the figure inside had not settled down at all. At least now they could see who was causing this annoyance.
"So our little Huntress has finally come outside, now if she would just go to sleep, we could get on with our objective."
"Bitching about it isn't going to make it happen faster." Sander snapped.
"Watch your language, and while you're at it, never speak to me in that tone again." Stevens eyes were hard and cold, Stevens looked away quickly, not wanting to incur any further wrath. A few more minutes passed before Sanders indicated that it was safe for them to head in.
They crept on quietly as was possible for them, which in fact, was very quiet for an average human. As they peeked through the entrance, Sanders had to fight the urge to blurt out a cuss. Inside they could see Dinah convulsing from the pain, and making her injuries worse. They knew that their luck was incredible to arrive when they did, although Sanders couldn't help but feel the 'super hero arriving just in the nick of time' cliché.
Immediately they swept in, still being quiet, but also moving quickly. Only a glance was spared at the unmoving figure of the sleeping Helena, all of their attentions were focused on the younger, dying girl. "Get out the vials." Stevens snapped in an uncharacteristic display of panic.
"Right, here." She quickly passed him her case.
"Stop just standing there!" He whispered harshly. "Hold her down before she hurts herself."
First Sanders clamped a hand over Dinah's mouth, so that any noise she made would at least be muffled, and thus, have less of a chance of waking Helena, and then did her best to pin Dinah down. Stevens pulled out one of the vials, and filled up one of his syringes with the clear liquid. He tapped it to remove the bubbles, and then sunk the needle into Dinah's arm, depressing the plunger before he pulled it back out. Almost immediately, Dinah quieted down, her body completely relaxed. "Let's go, she'll be fine now." Said Stevens, exiting immediately followed by Sanders.
"You know that Huntress is a meta human feral right?" Sander asked.
"I do know, and I know what you were going to suggest. We need to hurry before she wakes up, this dirt will lead her right to us otherwise." They headed back into the forest, this time searching for a body of water to erase any tracks and any scents they left behind.
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"This is much better." Reese sighed in relief. The whole cowboy hat issue had finally been resolved, and now the same officer stood before him, only this time he looked more plain and ordinary. "See, now this is what I was looking for. Nobody is going to notice you, unless they're actually looking."
"Yes detective, thank you." The officer beamed.
"All right now Anderson, go on and do your job." Reese dismissed the still happy Anderson from his office.
There were various files and folders in a state of disarray all over Reese's desk, many had coffee spills littering them, and it seemed as though he had barely glanced at any of them. In truth, he hadn't, not for several days at least. All of his time was consumed with his own personal matter, Helena. No doubt lingered in his mind that he loved the powerful woman who went by the alias of Huntress, unfortunately, so far nothing had developed between them. This managed to disappoint Reese to no end, and now with her missing, he was saddened by the fact that he never took the chance to try and ask her out.
Really, they had only ever met for work purposes, and every time he used the ring Helena gave him for a more personal reason, she seemed a little angry. He had been trying to ask her out for some time, but some thing always seemed to interrupt, or he would suddenly loose his nerve. Sometimes, she could just be so unnerving with her occasionally abrupt manner, but for Reese, this just made her all the more desirable. His hopes were high that he and Barbara together would find Helena, and when they did, he made a vow to himself to make sure that he and Helena got together, no matter what the cost.
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Barbara had worked diligently during the day, almost never resting, the only time being for lunch when Alfred forced her to take a break. Her check on the two pilots at first seemed fruitless, as she could not find any information at all; it was as if the two didn't even exist. There were no records of them ever attending any pilot schools, and after a little bit of digging, it was found that their licenses were fakes. All leads pointed to dead ends, and Barbara was more frustrated than she thought possible.
Then, she stumbled across something faulty in the company's database. There seemed to be a change in the records, along with something foreign that would've never been noticed unless you were either extremely lucky, or looking for it. While the trail of the pilots had ended dead, this proved a new lead to follow. The item seemed to belong to a prominent military technology development company, Phoenix Inc. This was indeed an interesting development, for Barbara.
A little bit of expert hacking and Barbara was browsing through all the files in Phoenix Inc. One of the first places she looked was in the personnel files, where, to her lack of surprise, she found the two people she had been searching for. As it turned out, their names were Amanda Sanders, and Trevor Stevens, both special agents. Barbara made it her goal to look deeper into everything that this company was currently working on.
"Alfred?" Barbara called.
"Yes, Miss Barbara?"
"Could you do me a favor and call Reese?"
"Of course."
A moment later the phone was in her hand. "Hello?" Came Reese's voice.
"Reese, I've found some interesting information that you might like to know." Barbara said.
"Oh really, what do you have?"
"The pilots are frauds, they really work for Phoenix Inc." Barbara recounted.
"Phoenix Inc. I've heard of them, they're that military corporation. Do you really think that they're involved?" Reese inquired.
"We'll find out soon enough, I still have more searching to do. How are things going on your end?"
"Better than before. Dr. Freedman is being staked out as we speak, the issue holding us back was taken care of; I even managed to get a phone tap on him. If he's up to anything, we have a good chance of figuring it out."
"Call me if anything comes up." Barbara demanded before hanging up.
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Helena finally awoke from her deep sleep, she had no idea how long she had been out, but that wasn't a real concern for her at the time. Her first thoughts were of how rested she felt, but then the guilt hit once more, and she felt terrible for not thinking about Dinah. With a few stretches she climbed to her feet and went to go check on Dinah, or at least that had been her intention, until she smelled something odd. An unfamiliar scent that belonged to neither her nor Dinah was present, so she transformed into Huntress to investigate it further. One was male, and the other was female, she found this odd, but the smell seemed somewhat familiar, she just couldn't place it though.
For now, her thoughts returned to her young companion, and she sauntered over to Dinah's side. Something was odd here as well. Dinah's eyes fluttered rapidly, her breathing was quickened, and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. This worried Huntress considerably, and she quickly pulled back her coat that still lay covering Dinah, to check for any infection. What she saw before her eyes amazed her. "H-how is this possible?" Helena asked in awe. The muscles on Dinah's injured area's seemed to be clenching, almost as if they were shivering, and the once terrible wounds, were slowly growing smaller. It was Helena's estimate, that within a few hours, Dinah would once again be all right.
Aside from the outward symptoms, Dinah didn't really seem to be in any pain, and that brought great comfort to Helena. "See Dinah, I didn't lie. You're going to be fine." Once again, Helena felt like she could cry; only this time, it was from happiness. Taking a seat right by Dinah, she sat quietly; perfectly content to merely stroke Dinah's hair. "You mean so much to me." Helena whispered, nearly inaudibly.
As predicted, Dinah woke up only hours later, three to be specific. Her first thoughts were of how much she wanted whatever was tenderly caressing her, to never stop that comfort. A warm, caring aura seemed to be projected onto her by someone, and she never wanted him or her to leave. That's when she noticed how strange she felt. There was no pain, or dizziness, which she felt was out of place. "The last thing I remember is pain, and feeling scared, but now, I feel like I'm okay again." She thought to herself. Finally Dinah opened her eyes, and they landed directly on Helena's face. "Helena?"
"Yeah, I'm here Dinah. You scared me for a while there kid." Helena was surprised that she was admitting this. Her usual motto of never showing your weakness usually prevented such things from coming out of her mouth.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Somebody was here though."
"Do you think they did this?" Dinah asked, finally deciding that she should sit up. So, she twisted around and sat up, completely forgetting about her partial nudity, allowing Helena a peak.
"Huh, wha?" Helena stuttered. She was having a large amount of trouble thinking in that moment. It was then that her nudity dawned on Dinah, and with a yelp she pulled the coat back up, blushing furiously. "Sorry." Helena squeaked, turning away. "Oh get over it Helena, it's not like it's the first pair of tits you've seen." Helena thought to herself, wondering why it was that she was again blushing.
"It's okay." Her small answer made Dinah want to groan in frustration. "I can't believe I said that. Oh, it's okay for you to take a look Helena, don't worry about a thing." She mocked herself mentally. "She must think that I'm such a tramp." Dinah thought miserably.
"Anyway, um, what were you asking?" Helena's nervousness seemed to be wearing off now.
"If you think it was, the mystery people who did this?" Dinah, on the other hand, was still considerably embarrassed.
"I don't know what else could've done it, so yeah, I think they healed you."
"Right, so um, could I maybe get a shirt?" Dinah asked.
"Oh, right. Just give me a sec." A moment later, Helena came back with both a shirt and bra in hand. "Here." She turned around to give Dinah some privacy.
"So what are we going to do now?" Dinah questioned as she dressed.
"If you're up to it, I'm gonna go find out who these people are." Was Helena's response.
"You just don't want to leave me alone." Dinah declared with an air of smugness.
"Look, do you want to come or not?" Helena asked impatiently, trying to hide the fact that she had been caught.
"I do."
"Then let's go."
Using Huntress's advanced senses, they quickly followed the trail that was inadvertently left behind. But eventually, the trail was lost by the one thing that could disguise it, a river, or in this case, a stream. "Damn it!" Huntress swore.
"Calm down Huntress, we'll find them." Dinah tried to soothe.
"Come on, let's go." Huntress sighed. She looked in each direction the stream ran before choosing to go down stream. "We're going this way." Dinah followed behind.
The small stream grew steadily deeper and wider as they continued, eventually turning into a raging river. "I don't think they went this far." Said Dinah with trepidation in her voice, the further they had gone, the fouler Huntress's mood had gotten. Dinah was pretty sure that the only reason Huntress hadn't snapped at her was because of her previous injuries.
Huntress walked down towards a ledge that had about a six-foot drop down to the water, and sat on the edge. "You're probably right." She looked at the liquid below, and realized that it had to be true. The water was rough, with plenty of white caps, and it had taken a decidedly black color. Anyone would have been wary of this, but Huntress, being a feral, felt a bit more nervous around it than most would.
"Let's go back before it gets too dark." Dinah suggested, standing away from Huntress to give her some space.
"Right." As Huntress stood up, she suddenly slipped on the wet grass beneath her feet, and not even her feral balance could keep her from plunging over the edge, and into the deep, cold river.
Note: I know, another cliff hanger, and Dinah and Helena still aren't in an official relationship, but, this chapter is longer than usual, so that's my gift for all the reviews you guys gave. Fifty, wow. You guys are great, so keep sending the reviews please.