Note: I hope to hell that you guys'll forgive how late this is. I've been
wanting to get it out sooner, but school and a tad of writers block have
held me back. We'll be getting a little bit more of Helena angst, which is
always fun, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: Sad to say that they're not mine.
The water was frigid, and it's current was stronger than Huntress had thought it would be, so she stayed feral to give her that extra boost of strength. She had been sucked under, completely submerged in a cold blackness. A feeling of helplessness slipped over her, she couldn't tell what was up and what was down. All that she could see was water, and sand. She was panicking, flailing her arms in an attempt to get somewhere, to get anywhere, to just break through to the surface. Her lungs burned in need for what was being denied, and then her foot hit the bottom, and she pushed upwards.
Greedily she sucked in air while she could, trying desperately to just stay above the water. It was getting rougher as it flowed downwards, and Huntress knew that she needed to get back to the shore, or else she would face a brutal bashing. She swam with the current to one of the walls that surrounded the river, every time she tried to grab hold of a rock, or a root, the current would tear her away from it either that, or they were simply too slippery. She was pushed under again.
When she emerged once more several seconds later, she noticed the rocks protruding out of the water, white caps crashing onto them. "Dinah!" She called, but it seemed to be of no avail, she couldn't spot Dinah anywhere. "What am I going to do?" She asked herself. "I could die, and I never told her." This thought made her struggle harder, but she was growing tired, the river was simply too strong for her to fight.
Waves kept sending her under into that unfamiliar territory that kept changing every time she was forced to visit. Under there it was an uncomfortable sensation, none of her powers were of any use at all, the only thing she could sense was the water, that pounded in her ears, and swirled before her eyes. Huntress was not used to being at such a disadvantage, usually she was the strong and powerful one, now, the river had taken her place. Her only hope was that Dinah would save her.
Closer and closer Huntress drifted towards the jutting rocks despite the fact that she was fighting to stay away from them. Her shoulder hit the first one sending an almost blinding pain throughout all her nerves. Somehow, she managed to avoid the next three, and that led her into a clearer area for a short amount of time, however, that time was ending. She could swear that she could hear Dinah calling to her, but the pounding of the water drowned out most other noises.
The next batch of rocks hit her, and she was sucked under the water once again. This time, she would not be resurfacing under her own power. A few rocks hit her here and there, but she could not manage to surface, and each beating was taking its toll. Finally, as she was still trapped, her head hit on a rock, causing the world to grow dark.
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She was in an all too familiar place. Helena didn't like this at all; she knew that it could be incredibly painful in an emotional way. "Fuck." She whispered silently to herself. Although she was loath to admit it, Helena was terrified; she didn't think that she could survive reliving this ordeal. It had been crippling enough to go through even once, but now that she would be reliving it outside of a dream, she didn't know if she would get through it.
Then it truly did begin. The man came out of nowhere, and Helena desperately tried to stop him, fully knowing that it would make no difference what so ever. Vainly she lunged, only the pass right through him. "No! No! Leave her alone. Please leave her alone." Her shouts dissolved into forlorn sobs. Weakly she reached out, wanting to stop it, or to touch her mother, even if she could just take her younger self's hand and run away. But no, that would be cowardly, and even though Helena wanted to be that coward, her pride kept her in place.
In slid the knife, cutting her mother's skin like butter. It was almost fascinating in a gruesome sort of way that made Helena want to throw up. Helena's long-lived guilt over the matter always had taunted her, telling her that she could have done something, that she should have done something. Always in her head, she had saved her mother, and they were living happily as either super heroes or thieves, it never matter to Helena which of the two they were, just that her mother was there. This was only her imagination though; it could never be real, at least not in this reality.
Out gushed the blood next, like some small, crimson waterfall. Her mother's life essence poured out of the wound as the knife was removed. She watched her mother fall to the ground, and watched as a red puddle began to form around her mother's still form. "Mom." Came Helena's pathetic cry, she sounded much like a small child. Her younger self was also crying, pleading for her mother to hang on just a little longer, just until an ambulance arrived. It was no less painful now, than it was then to watch, to experience.
Then she watched the murderer run, and she felt the hatred coursing through her. Touching down to every part of her core, pounding through her veins, and always driving her towards revenge, the hatred wanted to rule her. Somehow, most likely with Barbara's help, Helena managed to suppress it. However, it once again pulsed with a vengeance, and the only thing keeping Helena down, was the knowledge that she couldn't do anything to the man, and that even in this product of her mind, she didn't want to leave her mother.
For no reason known to Helena, everything faded out, leaving nothing but a space of pure white in all directions. "What is this?" Helena asked thoroughly confused. Now that the moment was over, Helena rubbed furiously at the tears in her eyes, and at the marks down her face.
"That's my little fire cat. Never wanting to cry."
Helena turned, and came face to face with her mother. "Mom?" Helena asked in quiet amazement.
"Yeah, it's me." Selina affirmed.
"What is this?"
"You never were slow. I've come to talk to you, my soul with yours." Explained Selina. "You're so beautiful, but then, I always knew you would be."
"I've missed you so much. I needed you, and you weren't there. Why did you leave me?"
"I didn't want to, but it was my time. Something about karma I suppose. You have no idea how much I've wanted to be with you, but it just wasn't meant for us." Selina said gently.
"Why not? Why were you taken from me? Why not somebody who didn't deserve a family?" Helena asked angrily.
"I know that it's unfair, but it had to be. You need to accept it, and to move on no matter how hard it seems. That's not what I came here for though."
"Then what?"
"I came here, for matters of the heart."
Helena just gave her a disbelieving look. "I don't know what you're talking about." She lied.
"Don't give me that Helena. Remember, we're talking soul to soul, and I know what you feel. That's why I had to show you it again."
"Why would you make me go through that? What reason is there to do that to me?" Helena felt hurt; her own mother had showed her death to her daughter.
"It was to teach you that life is short. People die everyday Helena, most not getting a real chance at anything. I want you to have that chance. You and Dinah live dangerous lives. Think about it. You're both super hero's meaning that you face more danger than most, and then there are regular street happenings. You could die Helena, and she might never know. Neither of you might have that chance of happiness." Selina's mood had turned somber as she explained this, it was important that Helena understood.
"What are you saying? I don't want to deal with any of this beating around the bush crap, just tell me." Helena demanded.
"You were always impatient to, I see that hasn't changed." Selina said sarcastically. "Tell Dinah how you feel, tell her that you love her." Once again, everything faded.
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Dinah, still keeping her distance, watched and waited as Huntress got to her feet. She also watched Huntress's ill-fated slip that sent her tumbling into the water below. The shock and surprise of the whole thing kept her from reacting as quickly as she was capable since her brain needed to catch up with the idea of Huntress slipping. A fatal error of balance for a feral Meta human wasn't an everyday thing to happen, and Dinah realized that if she didn't react soon, it could be her own fatal error as well.
"Oh, shit!" Were the first words out of her mouth, followed by, "Helena!" With only a moments hesitation she ran along the bank trying desperately to find Helena. It wasn't easy though, she realized that Helena had most likely been sucked under, and was thusly hidden from view. If Dinah couldn't see her for a long enough amount of time, then she couldn't use her powers to pull her out. This scared Dinah deeply.
"Please be okay, please be okay, and please be okay." Was Dinah's mantra as she continued to run. Briefly she paused, scanning the water for any sign of Helena. None was found; Helena still had yet to appear. "What if she drowns?" Came an unpleasant thought. "No, I can't let that happen."
Finally Dinah caught sight of her, however, she almost wished she hadn't. Helena was floating helplessly towards a group of rocks, and Dinah could only watch on as Helena hit her shoulder. Dinah flinched in sympathy and continued running on her way. As of yet, Dinah still hadn't been able to catch hold of Helena, and this frustrated the blond. "If I can't help Helena, what use am I?"
Abruptly her thoughts turned to a more depressing nature, and although she wished that she could turn them off, she couldn't. "Why can't I save her? I need to. She's saved me so many times; I have to pay her back. That's not it though; I don't think that I could do any of this without her. I need her." Then she yelled aloud as she saw Helena once again be sucked under water, only to resurface unmoving. "Helena! Don't you fucking die, I need you!"
Now that Helena could no longer fight to keep herself above the water, Dinah figured that there was only one thing she could do. Jump in, and lift them both out. If Helena was in Dinah's grasp, there was no way that she wouldn't be able to get Helena out. She had to act fast though; there was no doubt that Helena was going to drown if she didn't.
Into the icy water Dinah leapt, immediately noticing how her limbs numbed. The determination to save Helena kept her going though, and so she swam with the current bringing her closer and closer to Helena. "Hang on Helena, I'll be there soon." She thought.
Things were easier in the water for Dinah, every time she was forced under; Dinah simply used her powers to push herself back up. Quickly enough, she caught up to Helena, a wave of relief washing over her being. However, it was not yet over, Dinah had no time to rest. With Helena now firm in her grasp, Dinah closed her eyes and concentrated deeply. While she had not expected it to be a walk in the park, she didn't think that it would be so difficult and tiring either. With much effort, Dinah managed to 'levitate' both herself, and Helena to safety.
Once they reached the ground, Dinah collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily from the exertion, while Helena merely fell to the ground. Dinah did not allow herself much rest though, and she checked to see if Helena was breathing, it was a relief to find that she was. Still, Dinah maneuvered Helena so that she was lying slightly on her side, allowing her to cough up any water that might have been in her lungs.
Helena did so gratefully, and Dinah put her back down. "Dinah." Helena half rasped half coughed out.
"Yeah?"
"I. . .just thanks." Helena relented, while mentally calling herself a coward. It just didn't feel like the right time yet, not after something like this, Dinah would just think that she was being emotional.
"It was the least it could do, right? After all, you saved me, and I'm a super hero. That makes it my job." Dinah smiled, just thankful that Helena would be all right.
"I guess so. Let's get back." Helena suggested. Her advanced healing had helped with both of the wounds she sustained, but it was not quite enough. As she tried to rise to her feet, Helena wobbled and almost fell down; it was only with Dinah's help that she stayed upright. Pride made her want to refute Dinah's assistance, but her more sensible part realized that she was going to need Dinah's help to get back.
To their temporary home, they walked in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts. Helena mulled over what her mother had advised, and continued to berate herself for being such a coward. Her uninjured arm was draped over Dinah's shoulders, and Helena couldn't help but notice how good it made her feel, how safe and warm. It was something that she had felt very few times after her mother died. Just then she felt Dinah shudder, but then remembered that both were still wet, and she was most likely cold. She wanted to tell Dinah right there, but both of them were exhausted, so Helena would wait for a time when she had the courage, and for when the feeling was right.
There was no doubt that she loved Dinah, and this short time spent with the blond at her side only seemed to increase the affection. Truth be told though, Helena was nervous. She was concerned about how Barbara would take it mainly. The thought of Barbara rejecting her was a painful one, and that helped in delaying the truth. Then there was Reese. Helena wasn't incredibly smart, but she was far from stupid. She knew full well that Reese was in love with her, and she didn't know how he would take the news of her in love with a seventeen-year-old blond. It was impossible to deny it forever though.
Dinah's thoughts were something along the same path as Helena's, but still held their differences. She thought of the terror that this day had brought. How first she had almost died, the agony that she had gone through made her shudder to think about. It was an experience that she never wanted to go through again; feeling your own blood pour out of you was extremely unnerving.
Then she thought of Helena, and her near death experience. That felt far worse than her own had, although she couldn't exactly understand why. Dinah knew that she had something of a crush on Helena. Helena was dark, mysterious, and ever the bad ass that Dinah herself could never be. The panic that she had gone through just moments ago though, felt like something more than friendship, or idolization. She wondered if her heart would've raced as fast had it been Barbara. What Dinah was slowly coming to realize, was that Helena was perhaps the most important person in her life. While there had been animosity between them in the beginning, Helena was still there. Nobody had ever been there like Helena had. Her mother abandoned her and then died later, the Redmonds didn't even come close to counting, and even with Barbara there was more space than with Helena. Dinah was beginning to suspect that she was in love, definitely more than in a sisterly way, and more of an 'I want to be with you forever' way.
Her concerns switched back to Helena's state of well being once more. "How are you doing?" She asked gently, knowing that Helena was not a happy little kitty cat right now.
"Fine." Typical answer meaning that there's something wrong, but I'll be damned if I tell you. Dinah sighed in disappointment only to be surprised a moment later. "My shoulder still hurts, but my heads almost healed." Choosing only to smile, Dinah said nothing more until they were back at the jet.
Minutes later they did arrive thanks to Helena's excellent back tracking skills. No problems were encountered along the way, although now there was an awkward silence. "I'll go get us some dry clothes." Dinah spoke almost hesitantly, and went outside to check the compartments where they had stored most everything. When she came back, Helena was trying to strip down, and while she had gotten off her coat, shoes, socks and pants, she could not get her shirt. "Need some help."
"Now who's trying to get who out of their clothes?" Helena teased playfully referring to all the times Dinah suggested that she was trying to cop a feel on the young blond. Dinah flushed from the embarrassment of having her words tossed back at her, and Helena laughed. "I could use some help though." Helena confessed once she stopped her laughter.
With only minimal shaking in her hands, Dinah helped pull the shirt, the wet shirt, off of Helena's back. Dinah felt her mouth go dry, and her brain functions numb; all she could think was, "Helena, wet, me pull off shirt." However, that seemed too embarrassing to say aloud, so instead she said, "I think that we should share the 'bed' tonight, body warmth and all that." She actually did make the quotation marks around bed, making Helena smile slightly.
Both were secretly pleased with the idea, however, Helena wasn't going to make that obvious to Dinah. "I guess that you've got a point."
Dinah felt like jumping for joy, but in the end decided not to. "You should finish getting dressed." Outside the plane she waited until Helena was finished, then she to went in and changed out of her clothes.
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"Did the agents contact you?"
"Yes. According to them, the canary was dying. They did manage to patch her up though."
"The question is if or not they'll be ready for the. . ."
"They don't need to be ready just yet. Our creations will not be finished for at least another few days"
"So says the doc. They're only the prototypes, there's no need for them to be perfect."
"Freedman wants the best results that he can get. After all, why do things more than once if you can get it right the first time. We're making the ultimate weapons; there is no room for failure. Remember that."
"Right, sorry."
"Stevens says that they've got a nice spot set up to observe. They'll know everything that's going on."
"The boss'll be happy."
"Indeed."
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The mood was nice and relaxed. Despite the scare of earlier this morning, both girls seemed to being doing surprisingly well. They joked and talked like they always did whenever they had had the time before crashing here. Most of the time here so far had been strained and tense, with all of the arguments and breakdowns. Now the atmosphere was loose, simply comfortable. Neither girl realized why the other was like this, but each knew that they were in love.
Helena mused over this thought. "I'm in love. In love with Dinah Lance, with Dinah Redmond, with Canary, I love all of her. I wonder if she feels the same. I am pretty damn hot. But that wouldn't be love, that'd be lust. I need her. She has me wrapped around her finger, and I don't think she even knows it. There's plenty of modesty in that girl."
Again, Dinah's thought bordered on being the exact same. "What does that woman do to me? I can believe how deep she is. There's so many layer. She plays a bad ass, but I know that she's a pussycat. I love her. I can't deny it. I'm head over heals in love. I'd do anything for her."
"So then I pounded his ass into the ground. The guy was begging for his mommy." Helena finished her tale.
"You have the best stories Hel." Dinah complimented.
"I have a bit of inspiration." Helena said, turning and winking at Dinah.
"And what would that be?" Dinah asked.
"I'm not tellin you nuthin'" Helena taunted.
"Wanna bet?" Challenged Dinah.
"Bring it on."
"Just remember that you asked for it." Dinah warned as she lunged at Helena. "I'm gonna make you break." Threatened Dinah beginning to tickle Helena.
"What- what are you doing?" Helena gasped out in between breaths.
"I thought it was pretty obvious." Dinah stated, still tickling Helena.
"If- if you d-don't stop. . ." Helena trailed off with her threat.
"You'll what?"
"Do t-this." Helena managed to catch both of Dinah's hands and flip them over so that she was on top. Now that she had the advantage, it was Helena's turn to mercilessly tickle.
This continued on and on for several minutes until both were simply too tired to carry on. "Who won?" Asked Dinah breathlessly.
"Why don't we call it a tie?" Helena suggested, and Dinah agreed. They both sat up, and then caught each other's eye. "Dinah, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" Dinah asked, her tone hopeful. "Let her tell me, please let her tell me." She begged silently.
"I-I." Helena took a deep breath to calm her nerves. This was harder than she would've ever imagined. Remembering her mother's words, Helena took a chance, and went for it. "I love you." She admitted shyly.
All breath had left Dinah's lungs. The moment she had waited for had arrived; Helena told her that she loved her. "Helena, I need to tell you something to."
"What?" Helena asked nervously.
"You've just made me the happiest person alive, because I love you to." A full out grin spread over Helena's face. "Come 'ere." Dinah beckoned.
Helena did just that, and their lips met gently. Each caressing the other using only lips. For both, it was electrifying. Helena had never been in love before, and neither had Dinah. Gently Helena ran her tongue over Dinah's lips, wanting to taste the sweetness inside. Permission was grated as Dinah gasped, her mouth opening, and Helena immediately took advantage of that. Their tongues met, and both moaned from the contact. Finally, they pulled away in desperate need of oxygen.
A few moments were spent catching their breath when Helena asked. "So, does this mean you're my girl now?" Dinah's response was to kiss her once again."
Note: There you have it, feelings have finally been admitted. Plus I tried to write a little bit of fluff in there. I've never really done that before exactly, so let me know what you thought. I've been working on that chapter length thing to, so you'll notice that this chapter is longer. To all readers and reviewers, thanks again. I appreciate all comments given.
Disclaimer: Sad to say that they're not mine.
The water was frigid, and it's current was stronger than Huntress had thought it would be, so she stayed feral to give her that extra boost of strength. She had been sucked under, completely submerged in a cold blackness. A feeling of helplessness slipped over her, she couldn't tell what was up and what was down. All that she could see was water, and sand. She was panicking, flailing her arms in an attempt to get somewhere, to get anywhere, to just break through to the surface. Her lungs burned in need for what was being denied, and then her foot hit the bottom, and she pushed upwards.
Greedily she sucked in air while she could, trying desperately to just stay above the water. It was getting rougher as it flowed downwards, and Huntress knew that she needed to get back to the shore, or else she would face a brutal bashing. She swam with the current to one of the walls that surrounded the river, every time she tried to grab hold of a rock, or a root, the current would tear her away from it either that, or they were simply too slippery. She was pushed under again.
When she emerged once more several seconds later, she noticed the rocks protruding out of the water, white caps crashing onto them. "Dinah!" She called, but it seemed to be of no avail, she couldn't spot Dinah anywhere. "What am I going to do?" She asked herself. "I could die, and I never told her." This thought made her struggle harder, but she was growing tired, the river was simply too strong for her to fight.
Waves kept sending her under into that unfamiliar territory that kept changing every time she was forced to visit. Under there it was an uncomfortable sensation, none of her powers were of any use at all, the only thing she could sense was the water, that pounded in her ears, and swirled before her eyes. Huntress was not used to being at such a disadvantage, usually she was the strong and powerful one, now, the river had taken her place. Her only hope was that Dinah would save her.
Closer and closer Huntress drifted towards the jutting rocks despite the fact that she was fighting to stay away from them. Her shoulder hit the first one sending an almost blinding pain throughout all her nerves. Somehow, she managed to avoid the next three, and that led her into a clearer area for a short amount of time, however, that time was ending. She could swear that she could hear Dinah calling to her, but the pounding of the water drowned out most other noises.
The next batch of rocks hit her, and she was sucked under the water once again. This time, she would not be resurfacing under her own power. A few rocks hit her here and there, but she could not manage to surface, and each beating was taking its toll. Finally, as she was still trapped, her head hit on a rock, causing the world to grow dark.
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She was in an all too familiar place. Helena didn't like this at all; she knew that it could be incredibly painful in an emotional way. "Fuck." She whispered silently to herself. Although she was loath to admit it, Helena was terrified; she didn't think that she could survive reliving this ordeal. It had been crippling enough to go through even once, but now that she would be reliving it outside of a dream, she didn't know if she would get through it.
Then it truly did begin. The man came out of nowhere, and Helena desperately tried to stop him, fully knowing that it would make no difference what so ever. Vainly she lunged, only the pass right through him. "No! No! Leave her alone. Please leave her alone." Her shouts dissolved into forlorn sobs. Weakly she reached out, wanting to stop it, or to touch her mother, even if she could just take her younger self's hand and run away. But no, that would be cowardly, and even though Helena wanted to be that coward, her pride kept her in place.
In slid the knife, cutting her mother's skin like butter. It was almost fascinating in a gruesome sort of way that made Helena want to throw up. Helena's long-lived guilt over the matter always had taunted her, telling her that she could have done something, that she should have done something. Always in her head, she had saved her mother, and they were living happily as either super heroes or thieves, it never matter to Helena which of the two they were, just that her mother was there. This was only her imagination though; it could never be real, at least not in this reality.
Out gushed the blood next, like some small, crimson waterfall. Her mother's life essence poured out of the wound as the knife was removed. She watched her mother fall to the ground, and watched as a red puddle began to form around her mother's still form. "Mom." Came Helena's pathetic cry, she sounded much like a small child. Her younger self was also crying, pleading for her mother to hang on just a little longer, just until an ambulance arrived. It was no less painful now, than it was then to watch, to experience.
Then she watched the murderer run, and she felt the hatred coursing through her. Touching down to every part of her core, pounding through her veins, and always driving her towards revenge, the hatred wanted to rule her. Somehow, most likely with Barbara's help, Helena managed to suppress it. However, it once again pulsed with a vengeance, and the only thing keeping Helena down, was the knowledge that she couldn't do anything to the man, and that even in this product of her mind, she didn't want to leave her mother.
For no reason known to Helena, everything faded out, leaving nothing but a space of pure white in all directions. "What is this?" Helena asked thoroughly confused. Now that the moment was over, Helena rubbed furiously at the tears in her eyes, and at the marks down her face.
"That's my little fire cat. Never wanting to cry."
Helena turned, and came face to face with her mother. "Mom?" Helena asked in quiet amazement.
"Yeah, it's me." Selina affirmed.
"What is this?"
"You never were slow. I've come to talk to you, my soul with yours." Explained Selina. "You're so beautiful, but then, I always knew you would be."
"I've missed you so much. I needed you, and you weren't there. Why did you leave me?"
"I didn't want to, but it was my time. Something about karma I suppose. You have no idea how much I've wanted to be with you, but it just wasn't meant for us." Selina said gently.
"Why not? Why were you taken from me? Why not somebody who didn't deserve a family?" Helena asked angrily.
"I know that it's unfair, but it had to be. You need to accept it, and to move on no matter how hard it seems. That's not what I came here for though."
"Then what?"
"I came here, for matters of the heart."
Helena just gave her a disbelieving look. "I don't know what you're talking about." She lied.
"Don't give me that Helena. Remember, we're talking soul to soul, and I know what you feel. That's why I had to show you it again."
"Why would you make me go through that? What reason is there to do that to me?" Helena felt hurt; her own mother had showed her death to her daughter.
"It was to teach you that life is short. People die everyday Helena, most not getting a real chance at anything. I want you to have that chance. You and Dinah live dangerous lives. Think about it. You're both super hero's meaning that you face more danger than most, and then there are regular street happenings. You could die Helena, and she might never know. Neither of you might have that chance of happiness." Selina's mood had turned somber as she explained this, it was important that Helena understood.
"What are you saying? I don't want to deal with any of this beating around the bush crap, just tell me." Helena demanded.
"You were always impatient to, I see that hasn't changed." Selina said sarcastically. "Tell Dinah how you feel, tell her that you love her." Once again, everything faded.
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Dinah, still keeping her distance, watched and waited as Huntress got to her feet. She also watched Huntress's ill-fated slip that sent her tumbling into the water below. The shock and surprise of the whole thing kept her from reacting as quickly as she was capable since her brain needed to catch up with the idea of Huntress slipping. A fatal error of balance for a feral Meta human wasn't an everyday thing to happen, and Dinah realized that if she didn't react soon, it could be her own fatal error as well.
"Oh, shit!" Were the first words out of her mouth, followed by, "Helena!" With only a moments hesitation she ran along the bank trying desperately to find Helena. It wasn't easy though, she realized that Helena had most likely been sucked under, and was thusly hidden from view. If Dinah couldn't see her for a long enough amount of time, then she couldn't use her powers to pull her out. This scared Dinah deeply.
"Please be okay, please be okay, and please be okay." Was Dinah's mantra as she continued to run. Briefly she paused, scanning the water for any sign of Helena. None was found; Helena still had yet to appear. "What if she drowns?" Came an unpleasant thought. "No, I can't let that happen."
Finally Dinah caught sight of her, however, she almost wished she hadn't. Helena was floating helplessly towards a group of rocks, and Dinah could only watch on as Helena hit her shoulder. Dinah flinched in sympathy and continued running on her way. As of yet, Dinah still hadn't been able to catch hold of Helena, and this frustrated the blond. "If I can't help Helena, what use am I?"
Abruptly her thoughts turned to a more depressing nature, and although she wished that she could turn them off, she couldn't. "Why can't I save her? I need to. She's saved me so many times; I have to pay her back. That's not it though; I don't think that I could do any of this without her. I need her." Then she yelled aloud as she saw Helena once again be sucked under water, only to resurface unmoving. "Helena! Don't you fucking die, I need you!"
Now that Helena could no longer fight to keep herself above the water, Dinah figured that there was only one thing she could do. Jump in, and lift them both out. If Helena was in Dinah's grasp, there was no way that she wouldn't be able to get Helena out. She had to act fast though; there was no doubt that Helena was going to drown if she didn't.
Into the icy water Dinah leapt, immediately noticing how her limbs numbed. The determination to save Helena kept her going though, and so she swam with the current bringing her closer and closer to Helena. "Hang on Helena, I'll be there soon." She thought.
Things were easier in the water for Dinah, every time she was forced under; Dinah simply used her powers to push herself back up. Quickly enough, she caught up to Helena, a wave of relief washing over her being. However, it was not yet over, Dinah had no time to rest. With Helena now firm in her grasp, Dinah closed her eyes and concentrated deeply. While she had not expected it to be a walk in the park, she didn't think that it would be so difficult and tiring either. With much effort, Dinah managed to 'levitate' both herself, and Helena to safety.
Once they reached the ground, Dinah collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily from the exertion, while Helena merely fell to the ground. Dinah did not allow herself much rest though, and she checked to see if Helena was breathing, it was a relief to find that she was. Still, Dinah maneuvered Helena so that she was lying slightly on her side, allowing her to cough up any water that might have been in her lungs.
Helena did so gratefully, and Dinah put her back down. "Dinah." Helena half rasped half coughed out.
"Yeah?"
"I. . .just thanks." Helena relented, while mentally calling herself a coward. It just didn't feel like the right time yet, not after something like this, Dinah would just think that she was being emotional.
"It was the least it could do, right? After all, you saved me, and I'm a super hero. That makes it my job." Dinah smiled, just thankful that Helena would be all right.
"I guess so. Let's get back." Helena suggested. Her advanced healing had helped with both of the wounds she sustained, but it was not quite enough. As she tried to rise to her feet, Helena wobbled and almost fell down; it was only with Dinah's help that she stayed upright. Pride made her want to refute Dinah's assistance, but her more sensible part realized that she was going to need Dinah's help to get back.
To their temporary home, they walked in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts. Helena mulled over what her mother had advised, and continued to berate herself for being such a coward. Her uninjured arm was draped over Dinah's shoulders, and Helena couldn't help but notice how good it made her feel, how safe and warm. It was something that she had felt very few times after her mother died. Just then she felt Dinah shudder, but then remembered that both were still wet, and she was most likely cold. She wanted to tell Dinah right there, but both of them were exhausted, so Helena would wait for a time when she had the courage, and for when the feeling was right.
There was no doubt that she loved Dinah, and this short time spent with the blond at her side only seemed to increase the affection. Truth be told though, Helena was nervous. She was concerned about how Barbara would take it mainly. The thought of Barbara rejecting her was a painful one, and that helped in delaying the truth. Then there was Reese. Helena wasn't incredibly smart, but she was far from stupid. She knew full well that Reese was in love with her, and she didn't know how he would take the news of her in love with a seventeen-year-old blond. It was impossible to deny it forever though.
Dinah's thoughts were something along the same path as Helena's, but still held their differences. She thought of the terror that this day had brought. How first she had almost died, the agony that she had gone through made her shudder to think about. It was an experience that she never wanted to go through again; feeling your own blood pour out of you was extremely unnerving.
Then she thought of Helena, and her near death experience. That felt far worse than her own had, although she couldn't exactly understand why. Dinah knew that she had something of a crush on Helena. Helena was dark, mysterious, and ever the bad ass that Dinah herself could never be. The panic that she had gone through just moments ago though, felt like something more than friendship, or idolization. She wondered if her heart would've raced as fast had it been Barbara. What Dinah was slowly coming to realize, was that Helena was perhaps the most important person in her life. While there had been animosity between them in the beginning, Helena was still there. Nobody had ever been there like Helena had. Her mother abandoned her and then died later, the Redmonds didn't even come close to counting, and even with Barbara there was more space than with Helena. Dinah was beginning to suspect that she was in love, definitely more than in a sisterly way, and more of an 'I want to be with you forever' way.
Her concerns switched back to Helena's state of well being once more. "How are you doing?" She asked gently, knowing that Helena was not a happy little kitty cat right now.
"Fine." Typical answer meaning that there's something wrong, but I'll be damned if I tell you. Dinah sighed in disappointment only to be surprised a moment later. "My shoulder still hurts, but my heads almost healed." Choosing only to smile, Dinah said nothing more until they were back at the jet.
Minutes later they did arrive thanks to Helena's excellent back tracking skills. No problems were encountered along the way, although now there was an awkward silence. "I'll go get us some dry clothes." Dinah spoke almost hesitantly, and went outside to check the compartments where they had stored most everything. When she came back, Helena was trying to strip down, and while she had gotten off her coat, shoes, socks and pants, she could not get her shirt. "Need some help."
"Now who's trying to get who out of their clothes?" Helena teased playfully referring to all the times Dinah suggested that she was trying to cop a feel on the young blond. Dinah flushed from the embarrassment of having her words tossed back at her, and Helena laughed. "I could use some help though." Helena confessed once she stopped her laughter.
With only minimal shaking in her hands, Dinah helped pull the shirt, the wet shirt, off of Helena's back. Dinah felt her mouth go dry, and her brain functions numb; all she could think was, "Helena, wet, me pull off shirt." However, that seemed too embarrassing to say aloud, so instead she said, "I think that we should share the 'bed' tonight, body warmth and all that." She actually did make the quotation marks around bed, making Helena smile slightly.
Both were secretly pleased with the idea, however, Helena wasn't going to make that obvious to Dinah. "I guess that you've got a point."
Dinah felt like jumping for joy, but in the end decided not to. "You should finish getting dressed." Outside the plane she waited until Helena was finished, then she to went in and changed out of her clothes.
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"Did the agents contact you?"
"Yes. According to them, the canary was dying. They did manage to patch her up though."
"The question is if or not they'll be ready for the. . ."
"They don't need to be ready just yet. Our creations will not be finished for at least another few days"
"So says the doc. They're only the prototypes, there's no need for them to be perfect."
"Freedman wants the best results that he can get. After all, why do things more than once if you can get it right the first time. We're making the ultimate weapons; there is no room for failure. Remember that."
"Right, sorry."
"Stevens says that they've got a nice spot set up to observe. They'll know everything that's going on."
"The boss'll be happy."
"Indeed."
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The mood was nice and relaxed. Despite the scare of earlier this morning, both girls seemed to being doing surprisingly well. They joked and talked like they always did whenever they had had the time before crashing here. Most of the time here so far had been strained and tense, with all of the arguments and breakdowns. Now the atmosphere was loose, simply comfortable. Neither girl realized why the other was like this, but each knew that they were in love.
Helena mused over this thought. "I'm in love. In love with Dinah Lance, with Dinah Redmond, with Canary, I love all of her. I wonder if she feels the same. I am pretty damn hot. But that wouldn't be love, that'd be lust. I need her. She has me wrapped around her finger, and I don't think she even knows it. There's plenty of modesty in that girl."
Again, Dinah's thought bordered on being the exact same. "What does that woman do to me? I can believe how deep she is. There's so many layer. She plays a bad ass, but I know that she's a pussycat. I love her. I can't deny it. I'm head over heals in love. I'd do anything for her."
"So then I pounded his ass into the ground. The guy was begging for his mommy." Helena finished her tale.
"You have the best stories Hel." Dinah complimented.
"I have a bit of inspiration." Helena said, turning and winking at Dinah.
"And what would that be?" Dinah asked.
"I'm not tellin you nuthin'" Helena taunted.
"Wanna bet?" Challenged Dinah.
"Bring it on."
"Just remember that you asked for it." Dinah warned as she lunged at Helena. "I'm gonna make you break." Threatened Dinah beginning to tickle Helena.
"What- what are you doing?" Helena gasped out in between breaths.
"I thought it was pretty obvious." Dinah stated, still tickling Helena.
"If- if you d-don't stop. . ." Helena trailed off with her threat.
"You'll what?"
"Do t-this." Helena managed to catch both of Dinah's hands and flip them over so that she was on top. Now that she had the advantage, it was Helena's turn to mercilessly tickle.
This continued on and on for several minutes until both were simply too tired to carry on. "Who won?" Asked Dinah breathlessly.
"Why don't we call it a tie?" Helena suggested, and Dinah agreed. They both sat up, and then caught each other's eye. "Dinah, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" Dinah asked, her tone hopeful. "Let her tell me, please let her tell me." She begged silently.
"I-I." Helena took a deep breath to calm her nerves. This was harder than she would've ever imagined. Remembering her mother's words, Helena took a chance, and went for it. "I love you." She admitted shyly.
All breath had left Dinah's lungs. The moment she had waited for had arrived; Helena told her that she loved her. "Helena, I need to tell you something to."
"What?" Helena asked nervously.
"You've just made me the happiest person alive, because I love you to." A full out grin spread over Helena's face. "Come 'ere." Dinah beckoned.
Helena did just that, and their lips met gently. Each caressing the other using only lips. For both, it was electrifying. Helena had never been in love before, and neither had Dinah. Gently Helena ran her tongue over Dinah's lips, wanting to taste the sweetness inside. Permission was grated as Dinah gasped, her mouth opening, and Helena immediately took advantage of that. Their tongues met, and both moaned from the contact. Finally, they pulled away in desperate need of oxygen.
A few moments were spent catching their breath when Helena asked. "So, does this mean you're my girl now?" Dinah's response was to kiss her once again."
Note: There you have it, feelings have finally been admitted. Plus I tried to write a little bit of fluff in there. I've never really done that before exactly, so let me know what you thought. I've been working on that chapter length thing to, so you'll notice that this chapter is longer. To all readers and reviewers, thanks again. I appreciate all comments given.