Note: Yea! I got another chapter done, and I think in record time to. I
seriously think that this is my quickest update for this story. We get a
few more questions and answers in this chapter, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own them, no really I do. Oh wait, we're not talking about a can of mountain dew? Never mind then.
Dedication: This one goes to Kelly() for the most flattering review I've ever gotten. I practically did a happy dance when you said that this was your favorite story.
Patiently he sat in his car, sipping at the by now luke warm coffee, and eating the last pastry he had brought with him. Currently he was parked a little way up the street a cross from a very prominent building in New Gothem, Phoenix Inc. His job was to keep careful track of Dr. Freedman, his comings, his goings, and anything in between. The end of the workday was coming to a close, which meant that Freedman should be coming out soon. So he waited, and waited, and waited until hours had passed, still with no sign of Freedman.
The coffee was now all gone, and it was washing through his system like none other. He found that he was in almost desperate need of a bathroom break, but couldn't leave unless Freedman came out. After a few minutes of debate, he got out of the car and went to a near by gas station.
After he returned to his car, he found that Freedman must still be inside since his car was still in plain sight. This elicited a sigh of both relief and disappointment. He was relieved that he didn't miss Freedman, but disappointed that this was taking so long for Freedman to go home. After all, Anderson had been sitting there from around six in the morning, to now ten at night with only small breaks when it was unlikely for Freedman to go anywhere. Although now he couldn't help but wonder if he had in fact, missed Freedman. Maybe he had gotten a ride home for some reason instead; Anderson dismissed this as not making sense though, and continued to wait.
Another hour passed, and Anderson found his eyes getting heavier and heavier; a sure sign that he was about to fall asleep. The only things keeping him awake were the determination to do his job right, and the curiosity of when Freedman would leave. Out of boredom, he pulled out a tape recorder, and began to speak. "It's eleven oh eight now, and Freedman has yet to leave. I did take a small break when I should've been watching, but I find it unlikely that Freedman left during that time. His car is still parked in the same spot. How late does this guy stay? Me and him must be the most dedicated people to our job since nobody else would stay this late. I don't really know why I'm even here. All Jesse told me was to follow this guy; I wasn't given much of a reason except that he might be involved in something. I think that Jesse just doesn't want to tell me the real reason." Out of the corner of his eye, Anderson spotted some movement from the building. "Well, company has finally arrived." He shut off the recorder
Pulling out a pair of binoculars to get a better look, he saw that it was indeed Freedman, and that he was headed to his car. Anderson made sure that he was ready to go as soon as Freedman left, but it seemed that it was not to be. The good doctor got back out of his car, and went back inside. Anderson sunk into his seat with a groan of disappointment, noting the time at eleven forty three. "How much longer?" He whined silently. However, our doctor came out once again, this time with three men in suits, who were obviously some kind of guard.
Freedman seemed to be talking to the men while pointing in the direction of Anderson's car. It looked as though Anderson had been discovered. All of the men in suits began striding towards Anderson's car, their hands by their sides as though they considered him no real threat at all. Anderson figured that this could be messy though, each one of them looked to be obvious professionals; suddenly he was glad that he had brought his gun.
They had finally reached him, and had all but surrounded the car with one on one side and two on the driver's side. One of them motioned for him to lower his window, and, although hesitantly, Anderson complied. "Is there a problem?" He asked.
"Step out of the vehicle." One of the men ordered, Anderson figured that he must be the lead guy.
"Did I do something wrong?" Anderson asked, playing the innocent fool.
"Step out of the vehicle." The lead man reiterated.
Seeing that the act wasn't getting him anywhere, Anderson tried for a different approach. "Look, I'm a cop okay. I'm just doing my job, so if you want to go back inside, and let me handle my business . . ." He trailed off hopefully.
"Step out of the vehicle." The man still wasn't letting up any. His tone was still as harsh and curt as it had been the first time he said it.
"I told you, I'm a cop so back off." The lead man nodded to the one beside him, and they both reached in grabbing Anderson by his shirt, and dragging him out through the window. "What the hell are you doing!?" Anderson questioned in complete outrage. "You can't just do this to people."
"Let's take him in." Lead guy suggested.
"Hey, whoa. You're not taking me anywhere, let go!" Anderson demanded seeing as one still had a tight grip on his shirt. When they started dragging him down the street, it became obvious that they would not let go willingly. A little persuasion was in order, and Anderson figured that he knew what he was doing.
By now they were inside the company parking lot, and Anderson struck out at the people holding him, forcing their hands off his shirt. Once he was free, he backed up some and then removed the gun from where it had been effectively hidden by his coat, from the small of his back. "Hands in the air. All of you are under arrest for assault and harassment." The men looked over to Freedman who urged them onwards with only a look.
Anderson noticed one reaching for his holster, and immediately moved his gun in that direction. Just as he was about to let out another warning to not touch their weapons, he was hit from the side. It seemed that the one was only a distraction for another one to launch a physical assault. Anderson kneeled clutching at his side, by then the other two had drawn their weapons.
Freedman came over to look at Anderson, almost as if he were examining some sort of experiment. "Well, he's far from perfect, but then good specimens are always hard to find."
"What do you mean specimens?" Anderson asked cautiously.
"I mean humans, without any enhancements. From what I can tell you're not Meta, I'd know if you were. Yes, I'll think you'll do just fine in this project." His tone was light, sounding very much like he was extremely pleased with this discovery.
"I'm not going to be a part of any project." Anderson stated with determination. He rose to his feet with the intent to escape, thinking that these people wouldn't actually shoot him since it seemed that Freedman wanted him. As it turned out, he was wrong. Only one opened fire, and the bullet tore through his shin, causing him to fall to the ground in agony.
"You don't have a choice. Whether you want to or not, you will be part of my experiments. Take him inside." He told the three men in suits.
They obeyed unceremoniously dragging Anderson behind them, as he writhed in pain, and struggled to get away. "Noooo!" He screamed; his cries cut off by the closing door.
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"Oh my god. This place is either incredibly good, or incredibly evil." Barbara mused out loud.
"How so?" Alfred asked from behind her, causing her to jump a little.
"Don't do that." Barbara scolded.
"You have my most sincere apologies." Alfred smiled.
With a roll of her eyes accompanied by a small sigh, Barbara continued. "The things they've created Alfred. I've only hacked into half of the system, and what I've found already, is amazing. I'm almost afraid to see what they have under higher security."
"What is it that you have already discovered, Miss Barbara?" Alfred politely inquired.
"All sorts of things that I wonder if the military has even seen yet. Weapons that are so advanced, with faster shots, less noise, and less recoil. Silencers that not only reduce sound, but help disguise the flash a gun gives off when it fires."
"That doesn't sound too terrible." Alfred noticed.
"No, it really doesn't, but that's not the bad part." Barbara tried to explain. "They've made drugs, a lot of drugs. Several Human enhancements for sight, hearing, speed, strength, it's like super charged steroids. Then there's other ones two, some to heal wounds, there's one here that brings on a death like state for twenty-four hours, and then you wake up a little disoriented. It gets stranger as you go along though, metal alloys that will bond with your bones for a few hours. I don't know what they're dabbling in with some of this stuff, but it's almost supernatural. Like this one, that's supposed to make you like a werewolf, and were bears. There seem to be a lot of side effects for each drug to, like flash backs, and hallucinations."
"Now, I can see your concern, and it is most definitely warranted. What will you do from here?"
"More research, more hacking. I need to know, what part it is, that Helena and Dinah play in this, and I can't figure it out. I know that the plane crash wasn't an accident, but I can't figure out why. Why Dinah and Helena?"
"Perhaps, it is because they are Meta." Alfred suggested.
Barbara looked as if she had just made a break through. "That's genius, I can't believe that I didn't think of that. Why would they need two Meta's though? It has to have something to do with the secure files. They need them for something, but I don't know what."
"New drugs, or weapons?"
"No, if it was the drugs, they'd just capture them, there'd be no need to make an elaborate plane crash. Weapons are a possibility if they wanted to do a field test; it's obvious that they want us to think of Helena and Dinah as either lost or dead. I don't know though, I've got a lot of work ahead of me." Barbara rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. "I need to talk to Reese, see how he's coming along."
"I will go and give him a ring for you, Miss Barbara."
"Thanks Alfred."
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"Hello?" Reese asked.
"It's Barbara."
"What can I do for you?"
"I need to know how the thing with Freedman is going."
"Normal stuff so far. Anderson called in a little while ago to say that Freedman is still at work, he hasn't phoned back since then."
"How long ago was that?"
"A few hours. It's still another three before he needs to check in again."
"Alright."
"Before you hang up on me again, I want answers."
A sigh was audible from the opposite side of the phone. "What do you want to know?"
"How about what's going on. All I know is that this Phoenix inc. has something to do with the crash that Helena was on."
"Dinah was there to."
"Right, sorry. So are you going to tell me or not?'
"Fine. This place is in a bad way Reese. The crash was not an accident, it was set up entirely, so that we would think they were dead or stranded by natural causes, in a completely different location."
"Does that mean you know where they are?"
"No. For now they're still lost, until I can figure out why?"
"Why what?"
"Why they were picked. I also need to know what they're up against."
"Any ideas."
"A few. It's possible that they're going to do a field test of weapons on live subjects."
"Helena." After a moment's pause, and an angry grunting noise from the other side of the phone, he added, "And Dinah."
"Correct."
"I wanted to ask you something a little more personal." Reese added after a pause.
"I reserve the right not to answer."
"Fair enough. I was wonder, if when Helena, and Dinah came back, that you might let me date her."
"Dinah?" Barbara asked sounding confused.
"What? No! I mean Helena."
There was another sigh from Barbara's end. "It's really not up to me. Helena's her own woman and she can date whoever she wants. If you're asking if I would have a problem with it, then I guess not as long as you treat her well. Now, if that's it I have things to do."
"Yeah, that's all." Both phones were hung back up, and Reese sat back looking fairly pleased with the result.
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"How are things coming along?"
"We can finally perform the field test. Everything is holding steady. Their bodies have finally adjusted."
"I'll get a team down to load them up and drop them off."
"Alright, just make sure you're careful. You don't want these things getting out early."
"I've got it under control."
"I hope so."
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"Hey beautiful." Helena said to Dinah. She couldn't get over the fact that they were a couple now; it just felt so perfect, like it was meant to be. And Helena figured that after all the shit that had gone down in both their lives they deserved a little happiness.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Dinah joked as she pulled Helena in for a kiss. They had done this what seemed a million times over, and neither was getting tired of it. Every time, it just seemed like electricity pouring through their lips.
"I love you." Helena said when they finally separated. Looking her ice blue eyes with Dinah's baby blue ones. The depths that she found were amazing, she was drawn in, and didn't really want to escape.
"I love you to." Dinah was feeling the exact same things, and was just aware enough to reciprocate the sentiment.
They basked in the warmth of those words for a few moments before either dared to speak again. "This is nice. It's been a long while since I felt something like this." Helena confessed.
"I could say the exact same thing." Said Dinah with a rueful smile, thinking about the childhood she had grown up though. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked out of nowhere.
"Anything you want."
"Why did you tell me?" Dinah was truly curious; it was a question that had burned in her mind for sometime now.
"Tell you that I loved you?" At Dinah's nod she continued. "To tell you the truth, it was my mother. She came to me while I was out, and basically told me to stop being such a coward. And for once in my life I actually listened."
"So, you're mother came to you?"
"Yeah, she did."
"I'm happy for you." Dinah smiled. They were sitting outside the plane, basking in the sunlight. Dinah's head was rested on Helena's breast with Helena's arms wrapped around her. They decided to just relax after the ordeals that they had gone through so far, and this seemed just perfect. Dinah almost felt as though she were about to fall asleep because it was that comfortable.
"As much as I'd like to keep the happiness comin' we have problems." Helena stated. She really didn't want this moment to end, but her stomach would need attention soon enough.
"I know, water and food."
"I wouldn't ruin a moment like this for just anything. We'll have to go hunting, or looking for food or something."
"Well, no time like the present right." Dinah bounced to her feet, and grabbing both of Helena's hands, pulled her up as well, giving a quick little peck on the lips before letting go.
"I'll grab the knife and hatchet, then we can get goin'"
Within moments they were off, trudging through the woods in the need for survival, but treating it as a casual stroll. Helena held onto the hatchet, and Dinah the knife, in their other hands, they held each other. This new relationship was so comfortable, and natural, that they barely even thought about what they were doing. Maybe it was the year that they spent as partners in fighting crime, neither really cared though, as long as they were together.
They had arrived at the river that had caused them troubles not too long ago. "Here, why don't you go fill up the canteens?" Helena suggested, passing them over to Dinah.
"I got it covered." She sat down by the edge and let the water flow in. "I was so scared when you fell in." Helena's ears perked at this, and she moved closer to lend her presence to Dinah. "The thought of losing you was just so terrifying, and I didn't know why. It took a little bit of thinking, but when I jumped in after you, I knew the answer. I was in love." She turned and smiled at Helena.
"Any reason why you told me?"
"Not really." Dinah shrugged. "You told me, and I thought I'd return the favor."
Helena crouched down pulling Dinah into a hug, and kissed her on the temple. "You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did." Even now, holding the blond in her arms made Helena's heart flutter, and she wanted for this moment to never end.
"I want to stay like this forever." Dinah sighed in contentment.
"You're reading my mind." Helena chuckled.
"You know that I wouldn't without your permission, right?"
"Wouldn't what." Asked Helena, sounding fairly lost.
"Read your mind." Dinah answered.
"Yeah, I know."
"Here." Dinah said, passing one of the full containers to Helena. "We should get going."
"Right, come on." Helena helped Dinah to her feet. "We'll be eating some real food by the end of tonight." Helena bragged confidently.
"Jeeze, give the woman an axe, and suddenly she's a hunter." Dinah bantered.
"No, just a Huntress." Helena said, her eyes turning to the feral ones belonging to Huntress.
"Dumbass." Dinah said shaking her head, as she laughed lightly.
"I prefer smart ass thanks. Come on, let's keep going."
Note: There you have it. As you can see, I do plan on Reese being a problem, and I'd tell you why, but that would develop into a big rant. Anywho, longer chapter once again, and I'm working on that plot still. This turned out soooo much different than what I had originally planed, but the further I go into it, the more I like it. Once again, I need to thank all you wonderful, perfect, delightful, incredibly nice readers and reviewers. Till next time.
Disclaimer: I own them, no really I do. Oh wait, we're not talking about a can of mountain dew? Never mind then.
Dedication: This one goes to Kelly() for the most flattering review I've ever gotten. I practically did a happy dance when you said that this was your favorite story.
Patiently he sat in his car, sipping at the by now luke warm coffee, and eating the last pastry he had brought with him. Currently he was parked a little way up the street a cross from a very prominent building in New Gothem, Phoenix Inc. His job was to keep careful track of Dr. Freedman, his comings, his goings, and anything in between. The end of the workday was coming to a close, which meant that Freedman should be coming out soon. So he waited, and waited, and waited until hours had passed, still with no sign of Freedman.
The coffee was now all gone, and it was washing through his system like none other. He found that he was in almost desperate need of a bathroom break, but couldn't leave unless Freedman came out. After a few minutes of debate, he got out of the car and went to a near by gas station.
After he returned to his car, he found that Freedman must still be inside since his car was still in plain sight. This elicited a sigh of both relief and disappointment. He was relieved that he didn't miss Freedman, but disappointed that this was taking so long for Freedman to go home. After all, Anderson had been sitting there from around six in the morning, to now ten at night with only small breaks when it was unlikely for Freedman to go anywhere. Although now he couldn't help but wonder if he had in fact, missed Freedman. Maybe he had gotten a ride home for some reason instead; Anderson dismissed this as not making sense though, and continued to wait.
Another hour passed, and Anderson found his eyes getting heavier and heavier; a sure sign that he was about to fall asleep. The only things keeping him awake were the determination to do his job right, and the curiosity of when Freedman would leave. Out of boredom, he pulled out a tape recorder, and began to speak. "It's eleven oh eight now, and Freedman has yet to leave. I did take a small break when I should've been watching, but I find it unlikely that Freedman left during that time. His car is still parked in the same spot. How late does this guy stay? Me and him must be the most dedicated people to our job since nobody else would stay this late. I don't really know why I'm even here. All Jesse told me was to follow this guy; I wasn't given much of a reason except that he might be involved in something. I think that Jesse just doesn't want to tell me the real reason." Out of the corner of his eye, Anderson spotted some movement from the building. "Well, company has finally arrived." He shut off the recorder
Pulling out a pair of binoculars to get a better look, he saw that it was indeed Freedman, and that he was headed to his car. Anderson made sure that he was ready to go as soon as Freedman left, but it seemed that it was not to be. The good doctor got back out of his car, and went back inside. Anderson sunk into his seat with a groan of disappointment, noting the time at eleven forty three. "How much longer?" He whined silently. However, our doctor came out once again, this time with three men in suits, who were obviously some kind of guard.
Freedman seemed to be talking to the men while pointing in the direction of Anderson's car. It looked as though Anderson had been discovered. All of the men in suits began striding towards Anderson's car, their hands by their sides as though they considered him no real threat at all. Anderson figured that this could be messy though, each one of them looked to be obvious professionals; suddenly he was glad that he had brought his gun.
They had finally reached him, and had all but surrounded the car with one on one side and two on the driver's side. One of them motioned for him to lower his window, and, although hesitantly, Anderson complied. "Is there a problem?" He asked.
"Step out of the vehicle." One of the men ordered, Anderson figured that he must be the lead guy.
"Did I do something wrong?" Anderson asked, playing the innocent fool.
"Step out of the vehicle." The lead man reiterated.
Seeing that the act wasn't getting him anywhere, Anderson tried for a different approach. "Look, I'm a cop okay. I'm just doing my job, so if you want to go back inside, and let me handle my business . . ." He trailed off hopefully.
"Step out of the vehicle." The man still wasn't letting up any. His tone was still as harsh and curt as it had been the first time he said it.
"I told you, I'm a cop so back off." The lead man nodded to the one beside him, and they both reached in grabbing Anderson by his shirt, and dragging him out through the window. "What the hell are you doing!?" Anderson questioned in complete outrage. "You can't just do this to people."
"Let's take him in." Lead guy suggested.
"Hey, whoa. You're not taking me anywhere, let go!" Anderson demanded seeing as one still had a tight grip on his shirt. When they started dragging him down the street, it became obvious that they would not let go willingly. A little persuasion was in order, and Anderson figured that he knew what he was doing.
By now they were inside the company parking lot, and Anderson struck out at the people holding him, forcing their hands off his shirt. Once he was free, he backed up some and then removed the gun from where it had been effectively hidden by his coat, from the small of his back. "Hands in the air. All of you are under arrest for assault and harassment." The men looked over to Freedman who urged them onwards with only a look.
Anderson noticed one reaching for his holster, and immediately moved his gun in that direction. Just as he was about to let out another warning to not touch their weapons, he was hit from the side. It seemed that the one was only a distraction for another one to launch a physical assault. Anderson kneeled clutching at his side, by then the other two had drawn their weapons.
Freedman came over to look at Anderson, almost as if he were examining some sort of experiment. "Well, he's far from perfect, but then good specimens are always hard to find."
"What do you mean specimens?" Anderson asked cautiously.
"I mean humans, without any enhancements. From what I can tell you're not Meta, I'd know if you were. Yes, I'll think you'll do just fine in this project." His tone was light, sounding very much like he was extremely pleased with this discovery.
"I'm not going to be a part of any project." Anderson stated with determination. He rose to his feet with the intent to escape, thinking that these people wouldn't actually shoot him since it seemed that Freedman wanted him. As it turned out, he was wrong. Only one opened fire, and the bullet tore through his shin, causing him to fall to the ground in agony.
"You don't have a choice. Whether you want to or not, you will be part of my experiments. Take him inside." He told the three men in suits.
They obeyed unceremoniously dragging Anderson behind them, as he writhed in pain, and struggled to get away. "Noooo!" He screamed; his cries cut off by the closing door.
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"Oh my god. This place is either incredibly good, or incredibly evil." Barbara mused out loud.
"How so?" Alfred asked from behind her, causing her to jump a little.
"Don't do that." Barbara scolded.
"You have my most sincere apologies." Alfred smiled.
With a roll of her eyes accompanied by a small sigh, Barbara continued. "The things they've created Alfred. I've only hacked into half of the system, and what I've found already, is amazing. I'm almost afraid to see what they have under higher security."
"What is it that you have already discovered, Miss Barbara?" Alfred politely inquired.
"All sorts of things that I wonder if the military has even seen yet. Weapons that are so advanced, with faster shots, less noise, and less recoil. Silencers that not only reduce sound, but help disguise the flash a gun gives off when it fires."
"That doesn't sound too terrible." Alfred noticed.
"No, it really doesn't, but that's not the bad part." Barbara tried to explain. "They've made drugs, a lot of drugs. Several Human enhancements for sight, hearing, speed, strength, it's like super charged steroids. Then there's other ones two, some to heal wounds, there's one here that brings on a death like state for twenty-four hours, and then you wake up a little disoriented. It gets stranger as you go along though, metal alloys that will bond with your bones for a few hours. I don't know what they're dabbling in with some of this stuff, but it's almost supernatural. Like this one, that's supposed to make you like a werewolf, and were bears. There seem to be a lot of side effects for each drug to, like flash backs, and hallucinations."
"Now, I can see your concern, and it is most definitely warranted. What will you do from here?"
"More research, more hacking. I need to know, what part it is, that Helena and Dinah play in this, and I can't figure it out. I know that the plane crash wasn't an accident, but I can't figure out why. Why Dinah and Helena?"
"Perhaps, it is because they are Meta." Alfred suggested.
Barbara looked as if she had just made a break through. "That's genius, I can't believe that I didn't think of that. Why would they need two Meta's though? It has to have something to do with the secure files. They need them for something, but I don't know what."
"New drugs, or weapons?"
"No, if it was the drugs, they'd just capture them, there'd be no need to make an elaborate plane crash. Weapons are a possibility if they wanted to do a field test; it's obvious that they want us to think of Helena and Dinah as either lost or dead. I don't know though, I've got a lot of work ahead of me." Barbara rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. "I need to talk to Reese, see how he's coming along."
"I will go and give him a ring for you, Miss Barbara."
"Thanks Alfred."
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"Hello?" Reese asked.
"It's Barbara."
"What can I do for you?"
"I need to know how the thing with Freedman is going."
"Normal stuff so far. Anderson called in a little while ago to say that Freedman is still at work, he hasn't phoned back since then."
"How long ago was that?"
"A few hours. It's still another three before he needs to check in again."
"Alright."
"Before you hang up on me again, I want answers."
A sigh was audible from the opposite side of the phone. "What do you want to know?"
"How about what's going on. All I know is that this Phoenix inc. has something to do with the crash that Helena was on."
"Dinah was there to."
"Right, sorry. So are you going to tell me or not?'
"Fine. This place is in a bad way Reese. The crash was not an accident, it was set up entirely, so that we would think they were dead or stranded by natural causes, in a completely different location."
"Does that mean you know where they are?"
"No. For now they're still lost, until I can figure out why?"
"Why what?"
"Why they were picked. I also need to know what they're up against."
"Any ideas."
"A few. It's possible that they're going to do a field test of weapons on live subjects."
"Helena." After a moment's pause, and an angry grunting noise from the other side of the phone, he added, "And Dinah."
"Correct."
"I wanted to ask you something a little more personal." Reese added after a pause.
"I reserve the right not to answer."
"Fair enough. I was wonder, if when Helena, and Dinah came back, that you might let me date her."
"Dinah?" Barbara asked sounding confused.
"What? No! I mean Helena."
There was another sigh from Barbara's end. "It's really not up to me. Helena's her own woman and she can date whoever she wants. If you're asking if I would have a problem with it, then I guess not as long as you treat her well. Now, if that's it I have things to do."
"Yeah, that's all." Both phones were hung back up, and Reese sat back looking fairly pleased with the result.
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"How are things coming along?"
"We can finally perform the field test. Everything is holding steady. Their bodies have finally adjusted."
"I'll get a team down to load them up and drop them off."
"Alright, just make sure you're careful. You don't want these things getting out early."
"I've got it under control."
"I hope so."
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"Hey beautiful." Helena said to Dinah. She couldn't get over the fact that they were a couple now; it just felt so perfect, like it was meant to be. And Helena figured that after all the shit that had gone down in both their lives they deserved a little happiness.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Dinah joked as she pulled Helena in for a kiss. They had done this what seemed a million times over, and neither was getting tired of it. Every time, it just seemed like electricity pouring through their lips.
"I love you." Helena said when they finally separated. Looking her ice blue eyes with Dinah's baby blue ones. The depths that she found were amazing, she was drawn in, and didn't really want to escape.
"I love you to." Dinah was feeling the exact same things, and was just aware enough to reciprocate the sentiment.
They basked in the warmth of those words for a few moments before either dared to speak again. "This is nice. It's been a long while since I felt something like this." Helena confessed.
"I could say the exact same thing." Said Dinah with a rueful smile, thinking about the childhood she had grown up though. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked out of nowhere.
"Anything you want."
"Why did you tell me?" Dinah was truly curious; it was a question that had burned in her mind for sometime now.
"Tell you that I loved you?" At Dinah's nod she continued. "To tell you the truth, it was my mother. She came to me while I was out, and basically told me to stop being such a coward. And for once in my life I actually listened."
"So, you're mother came to you?"
"Yeah, she did."
"I'm happy for you." Dinah smiled. They were sitting outside the plane, basking in the sunlight. Dinah's head was rested on Helena's breast with Helena's arms wrapped around her. They decided to just relax after the ordeals that they had gone through so far, and this seemed just perfect. Dinah almost felt as though she were about to fall asleep because it was that comfortable.
"As much as I'd like to keep the happiness comin' we have problems." Helena stated. She really didn't want this moment to end, but her stomach would need attention soon enough.
"I know, water and food."
"I wouldn't ruin a moment like this for just anything. We'll have to go hunting, or looking for food or something."
"Well, no time like the present right." Dinah bounced to her feet, and grabbing both of Helena's hands, pulled her up as well, giving a quick little peck on the lips before letting go.
"I'll grab the knife and hatchet, then we can get goin'"
Within moments they were off, trudging through the woods in the need for survival, but treating it as a casual stroll. Helena held onto the hatchet, and Dinah the knife, in their other hands, they held each other. This new relationship was so comfortable, and natural, that they barely even thought about what they were doing. Maybe it was the year that they spent as partners in fighting crime, neither really cared though, as long as they were together.
They had arrived at the river that had caused them troubles not too long ago. "Here, why don't you go fill up the canteens?" Helena suggested, passing them over to Dinah.
"I got it covered." She sat down by the edge and let the water flow in. "I was so scared when you fell in." Helena's ears perked at this, and she moved closer to lend her presence to Dinah. "The thought of losing you was just so terrifying, and I didn't know why. It took a little bit of thinking, but when I jumped in after you, I knew the answer. I was in love." She turned and smiled at Helena.
"Any reason why you told me?"
"Not really." Dinah shrugged. "You told me, and I thought I'd return the favor."
Helena crouched down pulling Dinah into a hug, and kissed her on the temple. "You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did." Even now, holding the blond in her arms made Helena's heart flutter, and she wanted for this moment to never end.
"I want to stay like this forever." Dinah sighed in contentment.
"You're reading my mind." Helena chuckled.
"You know that I wouldn't without your permission, right?"
"Wouldn't what." Asked Helena, sounding fairly lost.
"Read your mind." Dinah answered.
"Yeah, I know."
"Here." Dinah said, passing one of the full containers to Helena. "We should get going."
"Right, come on." Helena helped Dinah to her feet. "We'll be eating some real food by the end of tonight." Helena bragged confidently.
"Jeeze, give the woman an axe, and suddenly she's a hunter." Dinah bantered.
"No, just a Huntress." Helena said, her eyes turning to the feral ones belonging to Huntress.
"Dumbass." Dinah said shaking her head, as she laughed lightly.
"I prefer smart ass thanks. Come on, let's keep going."
Note: There you have it. As you can see, I do plan on Reese being a problem, and I'd tell you why, but that would develop into a big rant. Anywho, longer chapter once again, and I'm working on that plot still. This turned out soooo much different than what I had originally planed, but the further I go into it, the more I like it. Once again, I need to thank all you wonderful, perfect, delightful, incredibly nice readers and reviewers. Till next time.