Note: Short chapter, I know. But this is what you guys get for now. I'm
giving you guys a choice too, but I'll put it at the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: Since I don't seem to have any papers saying otherwise, I'm gonna guess that I don't own them.
Dedication: To Nyix(), thanks for your continuous reviews, they are noted and appreciated. Enjoy the chapter since it goes to you.
"Are you sure those things are locked back up?" It was the pilot from before asking one of the guards that had accompanied him on the trip.
"Don't worry, they won't be getting out." He reassured the pilot by patting him on the shoulder. "We'll be back soon, and then those things, and those girls will be outta our hands, and we won't have to worry about a thing."
"You're right, I just worry sometimes. Could you imagine what would happen if those things got to the public? I hate that I even had to fly them. This whole thing sucks." Currently they were en route back to base, with four new passengers locked up in the cargo hold. Two looked a little beaten up, but it wasn't any of their jobs to ask questions. The other two were the original agents sent to look after the two girls, but it seemed that they got into a spat during their little trip. Once Stevens boarded and saw his female partner, he had to be sedated to keep him from doing something stupid.
"Stop worrying so much and just fly the plane. You let me and the others look after everything, okay?" Was the generous suggestion provided.
"Why not? If this keeps up, I'd wind up crashing." He admitted with a small smile to show his joke.
"Just fly the plane." It sounded tired, but a slap to the back proved that it had been in good nature.
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"SHIT!" Barbara cursed. She couldn't figure out what just happened. By all means, it had to have been impossible, it just couldn't have happened to her. There was no way in hell, if she closed her eyes and opened them again, then everything would be fine, and back to normal. After proceeding with her idea of denial, she found the same results, and did what any reasonable person would do. . .she cursed again. "Damn it!"
All of this shouting brought both Reese and Alfred running to her in a panic. "What is it, what's wrong?" Reese asked.
At the same time Alfred was also asking, "What is the matter Miss Barbara?"
"I've been kicked off." Disbelief was written across her face as she finally accepted it.
"Been kicked off what?" Reese was the picture of confusion.
"Phoenix Inc. Somehow they found out that I was there, and they've disconnected me." She answered simply, typing at a few keys half-heartedly.
"Well, what does that mean? Everything's going to be okay isn't it?" Reese questioned anxiously while Alfred placed a comforting hand on the red head's shoulder. No answer was forth coming from Barbara. "Answer me damn it!"
"Mister Reese!" Alfred snapped. "That is quite enough. You're yelling is not helping anyone, instead it is merely hindering." Alfred realized that Reese was upset over this, but he also knew that Barbara was in far worse shape, and the last thing she needed was someone else yelling at her along with herself.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. All of the stress was finally catching up to her, and this was the one feather that broke the camel's back so to speak. Inside, Barbara was berating herself for letting this happen, for not knowing of the possibility, for not even considering it. She had been foolish. "I'm such an idiot. I screwed up, stupid stupid stupid stupid." Was her silent reprimand. "How could I have messed up like that? I should've known that there'd be safety measures. But I was so careful. How'd they find me? I may have just screwed Helena and Dinah over. I'm sorry."
"Do something. Get back on there. How are we going to know when they get in?" Reese was still raging despite Alfred's warning. "Stop just sitting there, and do something!" His shout was accompanied by him strewing several papers about the floor along with a few small devices.
Barbara seemed to take no notice, but Alfred was outraged. "If you are unable to control yourself sir, I will ask that you remove yourself from this tower." The normally quiet spoken man was firm, and seemed almost frightening. Reese, still very angry, stormed out of the room and into Helena's. Alfred did take notice of this, but decided that Barbara was far more important right now. "It is all right to cry."
Lip quivering, Barbara finally leaned into the embrace of the old man and let it all out. All of the stress, anger, and pain was flowing out of her with every tear. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." She sobbed into his shoulder.
"You will Miss Barbara because it is who you are. I know that you will never relent on finding Miss Helena and Miss Dinah and bringing them back where they belong." He played his role and continued to let her cry while rubbing small circles on her back.
"It's just so hard. Knowing that they're not here, that they might never be here again. . .it just hurts so much." She admitted to him. "I want them back. I want to be selfish for a change, and just have them back." Her sobs began to taper off into hiccups now.
"If there is anyone who deserves to be selfish, it is you Miss Barbara. They will come home, they will."
"I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here. Thanks for taking care of Reese for me."
"Reese was merely upset, he had no right to talk to you in that manner. Perhaps, he could make use of some time to 'cool down.'" Those two words sounded odd coming out of his mouth, but it didn't really matter right then.
Finally Barbara pulled away wiping at her eyes. "I should get back to work." She said with a small laugh. "Thanks for everything Alfred."
"I only did, what any person should do, Miss Barbara." He rose from his position and gave a smile before retreating to the kitchen.
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At least one thing had come out of this whole thing; he was now in Helena 'Huntress' Kyle's bedroom. The idea itself was intoxicating alone, but to actually be there, to experience this, well, that was just incredible. Despite her long absence, it still smelled just like her, leather, a little bit of booze, and that special smell that could only be described as Helena. "Incredible." He uttered slowly walking to her bed and picking up her pillow to inhale deeply at the scent that was imprinted in it. Gently, he put it down and caressed the covers on the bed running his hands over the silk sheets and just imagining her lying there.
The walls were Barren, but there were a few pictures that adorned her night table. One had to have been of her mother because Reese didn't recognize her from anywhere else coupled with fact that the woman in the picture seemed to share a few physical characteristics with Helena. All of the others were group photos, her with Barbara, Barbara and Dinah, and one of her, Dinah, Barbara, and even Alfred. In every last one, they all looked so happy, much like a family, and Reese could only hope that he would be allowed to be a part of that. After he married Helena though, they'd have to accept him.
His feelings were so deep, and there was only one word to describe them, love. Sometimes it hurt to see her there, just walking along the street, or kicking ass when Huntress, it hurt because she didn't notice him. Although, she had given him that ring, and that could be consider a short of relationship gift couldn't it? That meant that she must have took notice of his existence, of course it was given to him by Huntress, but once him and Helena were in a relationship, Huntress wouldn't be needed anymore. She would be able to let go of that persona, and let him handle all the bad guys in this city. Maybe she could even convince Barbara and Dinah to give it up.
Looking away from the pictures, he decided to scout the rest of the room. There was a closed door on the side, he walked over to it and then opened it. A bathroom. Letting himself in, he looked around a bit, her brand of shampoo, soap, conditioner, toothpaste were all around. Maybe he could take something from here, something that had touched her, so that he could have her in some way since she wasn't here right now. After a moment's deliberation, he decided on the toothbrush, it had been in her mouth, and now it could be in his; almost like French kissing, but not really.
Although he wanted to stay in her room forever, a glance at his watch told him that he had been in there for a good hour. Maybe it was time to go back out and see if Barbara had finally done anything to correct the problem encountered earlier. Perhaps he had been out of line when he yelled at her, but there was no need for apologies, she would understand his position. He needed to look good in the rescue of his beloved.
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"So, they've been brought in safely?" Freedman asked looking at the pilot with disapproving eyes.
"Everyone is where they need to be. You're two pals are back in their tanks, the two girls are chained up, although I don't think they're doing so good." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the plane that was being unloaded, and was about to go off in a little tirade, but was cut off.
"The rest of the report please?"
"Um, right. The two agents are back too, except that the guy seems crazy, and the girl looks like she got beat up." That concern was showing through again despite the fact that he was supposed to stay objective.
"Get the guards to take the girls to the medical facilities, I'd like to take a look at them before we do anything." With that said, he saw no more reason to stick around, and so walked off.
"Sure." Our pilot called out to the retreating figure.
Currently, the girls were being carried out of the plane still unconscious, and still in shackles. A deep pity rose in his heart, but he pushed it back down, and directed the guards to do as told.
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There was a light shining in her eyes, and it was painfully bright. Her hand rose to try and block it out, but didn't get very far before it stopped moving. "What the hell?" She mumbled. One eye was slowly cracked open followed by the other one. This time there was a person hovering above her, although she was having some trouble making out the features. "Who are you?" Her voice sounded horse although she had no idea why.
"My name is doctor Freedman. Do you remember who you are?" He asked, as his visage began to become less and less blurry.
"Dinah, where's Dinah?" Helena tried to sit up, but noticed the thick leather straps holding her down.
"Don't do that, I don't want to sedate you just yet. You're friend is just fine." He moved out of the way and gestured over to a bed holding the unconscious Dinah.
"What'd you do to her? If she's hurt I'll kill you!" She continued to strain against the straps while switching from glaring at him, to gazing with worry at Dinah.
"Calm down! I told you that she's fine. I already woke her up earlier, all of her injuries were treated as were yours." He explained, stepping so that he was once again standing in the view of Dinah.
"What do you want?" Helena asked cautiously, finally managing to calm down some.
"To see if you'll be fit to take part in our program." He answered casually.
"What program? Stop speaking in the sentences that don't explain jack." She ordered both angry and confused.
"What I'm going to do to you in your friend, is alter you. Remember those things you fought?" She nodded her head yes. "You'll become something like them. Speed, strength, endurance, and more."
"Psycho. Let us go, we already have enough enhancements without your crap." She began to strain again.
"I must have forgotten to mention that you don't have a choice. Good night." He bid her injecting her with a sedative.
"What the hell?" Was all Helena could manage before she blacked out.
Another man now entered the room. "Where do you want them?"
"Put that one in the yellow section." Freedman said pointing at Dinah.
"Yellow, are you sure?" The man seemed wary of this idea, but a stare of 'don't tell me what to do' kept him in check.
"This one, I want her to go to green." He turned and faced the other man. "Be careful with them, I think these two just might make it."
Note: And that the end of the chappie, like I said, short. Anywho, here's the Q. If given the choice, would you rather that Helena and Dinah loose their memory about everything except each other, or that they loose their memory about their relationship? Where are my reviews? I feel so under appreciated *sobs uncontrollably* No, not really, but please review. Till next time.
Disclaimer: Since I don't seem to have any papers saying otherwise, I'm gonna guess that I don't own them.
Dedication: To Nyix(), thanks for your continuous reviews, they are noted and appreciated. Enjoy the chapter since it goes to you.
"Are you sure those things are locked back up?" It was the pilot from before asking one of the guards that had accompanied him on the trip.
"Don't worry, they won't be getting out." He reassured the pilot by patting him on the shoulder. "We'll be back soon, and then those things, and those girls will be outta our hands, and we won't have to worry about a thing."
"You're right, I just worry sometimes. Could you imagine what would happen if those things got to the public? I hate that I even had to fly them. This whole thing sucks." Currently they were en route back to base, with four new passengers locked up in the cargo hold. Two looked a little beaten up, but it wasn't any of their jobs to ask questions. The other two were the original agents sent to look after the two girls, but it seemed that they got into a spat during their little trip. Once Stevens boarded and saw his female partner, he had to be sedated to keep him from doing something stupid.
"Stop worrying so much and just fly the plane. You let me and the others look after everything, okay?" Was the generous suggestion provided.
"Why not? If this keeps up, I'd wind up crashing." He admitted with a small smile to show his joke.
"Just fly the plane." It sounded tired, but a slap to the back proved that it had been in good nature.
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"SHIT!" Barbara cursed. She couldn't figure out what just happened. By all means, it had to have been impossible, it just couldn't have happened to her. There was no way in hell, if she closed her eyes and opened them again, then everything would be fine, and back to normal. After proceeding with her idea of denial, she found the same results, and did what any reasonable person would do. . .she cursed again. "Damn it!"
All of this shouting brought both Reese and Alfred running to her in a panic. "What is it, what's wrong?" Reese asked.
At the same time Alfred was also asking, "What is the matter Miss Barbara?"
"I've been kicked off." Disbelief was written across her face as she finally accepted it.
"Been kicked off what?" Reese was the picture of confusion.
"Phoenix Inc. Somehow they found out that I was there, and they've disconnected me." She answered simply, typing at a few keys half-heartedly.
"Well, what does that mean? Everything's going to be okay isn't it?" Reese questioned anxiously while Alfred placed a comforting hand on the red head's shoulder. No answer was forth coming from Barbara. "Answer me damn it!"
"Mister Reese!" Alfred snapped. "That is quite enough. You're yelling is not helping anyone, instead it is merely hindering." Alfred realized that Reese was upset over this, but he also knew that Barbara was in far worse shape, and the last thing she needed was someone else yelling at her along with herself.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. All of the stress was finally catching up to her, and this was the one feather that broke the camel's back so to speak. Inside, Barbara was berating herself for letting this happen, for not knowing of the possibility, for not even considering it. She had been foolish. "I'm such an idiot. I screwed up, stupid stupid stupid stupid." Was her silent reprimand. "How could I have messed up like that? I should've known that there'd be safety measures. But I was so careful. How'd they find me? I may have just screwed Helena and Dinah over. I'm sorry."
"Do something. Get back on there. How are we going to know when they get in?" Reese was still raging despite Alfred's warning. "Stop just sitting there, and do something!" His shout was accompanied by him strewing several papers about the floor along with a few small devices.
Barbara seemed to take no notice, but Alfred was outraged. "If you are unable to control yourself sir, I will ask that you remove yourself from this tower." The normally quiet spoken man was firm, and seemed almost frightening. Reese, still very angry, stormed out of the room and into Helena's. Alfred did take notice of this, but decided that Barbara was far more important right now. "It is all right to cry."
Lip quivering, Barbara finally leaned into the embrace of the old man and let it all out. All of the stress, anger, and pain was flowing out of her with every tear. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." She sobbed into his shoulder.
"You will Miss Barbara because it is who you are. I know that you will never relent on finding Miss Helena and Miss Dinah and bringing them back where they belong." He played his role and continued to let her cry while rubbing small circles on her back.
"It's just so hard. Knowing that they're not here, that they might never be here again. . .it just hurts so much." She admitted to him. "I want them back. I want to be selfish for a change, and just have them back." Her sobs began to taper off into hiccups now.
"If there is anyone who deserves to be selfish, it is you Miss Barbara. They will come home, they will."
"I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here. Thanks for taking care of Reese for me."
"Reese was merely upset, he had no right to talk to you in that manner. Perhaps, he could make use of some time to 'cool down.'" Those two words sounded odd coming out of his mouth, but it didn't really matter right then.
Finally Barbara pulled away wiping at her eyes. "I should get back to work." She said with a small laugh. "Thanks for everything Alfred."
"I only did, what any person should do, Miss Barbara." He rose from his position and gave a smile before retreating to the kitchen.
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At least one thing had come out of this whole thing; he was now in Helena 'Huntress' Kyle's bedroom. The idea itself was intoxicating alone, but to actually be there, to experience this, well, that was just incredible. Despite her long absence, it still smelled just like her, leather, a little bit of booze, and that special smell that could only be described as Helena. "Incredible." He uttered slowly walking to her bed and picking up her pillow to inhale deeply at the scent that was imprinted in it. Gently, he put it down and caressed the covers on the bed running his hands over the silk sheets and just imagining her lying there.
The walls were Barren, but there were a few pictures that adorned her night table. One had to have been of her mother because Reese didn't recognize her from anywhere else coupled with fact that the woman in the picture seemed to share a few physical characteristics with Helena. All of the others were group photos, her with Barbara, Barbara and Dinah, and one of her, Dinah, Barbara, and even Alfred. In every last one, they all looked so happy, much like a family, and Reese could only hope that he would be allowed to be a part of that. After he married Helena though, they'd have to accept him.
His feelings were so deep, and there was only one word to describe them, love. Sometimes it hurt to see her there, just walking along the street, or kicking ass when Huntress, it hurt because she didn't notice him. Although, she had given him that ring, and that could be consider a short of relationship gift couldn't it? That meant that she must have took notice of his existence, of course it was given to him by Huntress, but once him and Helena were in a relationship, Huntress wouldn't be needed anymore. She would be able to let go of that persona, and let him handle all the bad guys in this city. Maybe she could even convince Barbara and Dinah to give it up.
Looking away from the pictures, he decided to scout the rest of the room. There was a closed door on the side, he walked over to it and then opened it. A bathroom. Letting himself in, he looked around a bit, her brand of shampoo, soap, conditioner, toothpaste were all around. Maybe he could take something from here, something that had touched her, so that he could have her in some way since she wasn't here right now. After a moment's deliberation, he decided on the toothbrush, it had been in her mouth, and now it could be in his; almost like French kissing, but not really.
Although he wanted to stay in her room forever, a glance at his watch told him that he had been in there for a good hour. Maybe it was time to go back out and see if Barbara had finally done anything to correct the problem encountered earlier. Perhaps he had been out of line when he yelled at her, but there was no need for apologies, she would understand his position. He needed to look good in the rescue of his beloved.
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"So, they've been brought in safely?" Freedman asked looking at the pilot with disapproving eyes.
"Everyone is where they need to be. You're two pals are back in their tanks, the two girls are chained up, although I don't think they're doing so good." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the plane that was being unloaded, and was about to go off in a little tirade, but was cut off.
"The rest of the report please?"
"Um, right. The two agents are back too, except that the guy seems crazy, and the girl looks like she got beat up." That concern was showing through again despite the fact that he was supposed to stay objective.
"Get the guards to take the girls to the medical facilities, I'd like to take a look at them before we do anything." With that said, he saw no more reason to stick around, and so walked off.
"Sure." Our pilot called out to the retreating figure.
Currently, the girls were being carried out of the plane still unconscious, and still in shackles. A deep pity rose in his heart, but he pushed it back down, and directed the guards to do as told.
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There was a light shining in her eyes, and it was painfully bright. Her hand rose to try and block it out, but didn't get very far before it stopped moving. "What the hell?" She mumbled. One eye was slowly cracked open followed by the other one. This time there was a person hovering above her, although she was having some trouble making out the features. "Who are you?" Her voice sounded horse although she had no idea why.
"My name is doctor Freedman. Do you remember who you are?" He asked, as his visage began to become less and less blurry.
"Dinah, where's Dinah?" Helena tried to sit up, but noticed the thick leather straps holding her down.
"Don't do that, I don't want to sedate you just yet. You're friend is just fine." He moved out of the way and gestured over to a bed holding the unconscious Dinah.
"What'd you do to her? If she's hurt I'll kill you!" She continued to strain against the straps while switching from glaring at him, to gazing with worry at Dinah.
"Calm down! I told you that she's fine. I already woke her up earlier, all of her injuries were treated as were yours." He explained, stepping so that he was once again standing in the view of Dinah.
"What do you want?" Helena asked cautiously, finally managing to calm down some.
"To see if you'll be fit to take part in our program." He answered casually.
"What program? Stop speaking in the sentences that don't explain jack." She ordered both angry and confused.
"What I'm going to do to you in your friend, is alter you. Remember those things you fought?" She nodded her head yes. "You'll become something like them. Speed, strength, endurance, and more."
"Psycho. Let us go, we already have enough enhancements without your crap." She began to strain again.
"I must have forgotten to mention that you don't have a choice. Good night." He bid her injecting her with a sedative.
"What the hell?" Was all Helena could manage before she blacked out.
Another man now entered the room. "Where do you want them?"
"Put that one in the yellow section." Freedman said pointing at Dinah.
"Yellow, are you sure?" The man seemed wary of this idea, but a stare of 'don't tell me what to do' kept him in check.
"This one, I want her to go to green." He turned and faced the other man. "Be careful with them, I think these two just might make it."
Note: And that the end of the chappie, like I said, short. Anywho, here's the Q. If given the choice, would you rather that Helena and Dinah loose their memory about everything except each other, or that they loose their memory about their relationship? Where are my reviews? I feel so under appreciated *sobs uncontrollably* No, not really, but please review. Till next time.