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Tenderly, Helena laid her sleeping girlfriend on the bed in the middle of the room. Smiling fondly, she brushed a few errant strands of hair from Dinah's face, caressing the skin as she went. Dinah seemed to enjoy the action as a small smile was placed on her lips, and she leaned into the touch. How in the hell did she ever get this lucky? Sure, things weren't so great right now, but everything would be okay again soon. They were together, and in the end that was all either really cared about. Were they separated, then they would've sought each other out, letting nothing stop them.
For some reason or another, Helena didn't feel the need for sleep. She knew that she had been through whatever Dinah had, but she found herself wide awake, and listening to the sounds just outside the door. Sitting down on the bed, Helena continued to gently stroke Dinah's sleeping face, which looked so peaceful at the moment. Obviously things had changed, not in their relationship, but something more physical, and possibly mental if these people were who they claimed to be. Helena had taken notice of Dinah's one green eye, and last she remembered, Dinah had two blue ones. There was also the metal now imbedded in her lips, and Helena couldn't help but wonder what else had changed. So many differences, but they could be sorted out later. Right now Dinah needed her rest, and Helena merely wanted to watch over her.
Despite everything, things still seemed to be all right between them. Although Helena couldn't remember anything before the plane crash, she found that for some reason, she could stay in this place. Something was also telling her that they were better off here since there was no place else they could go. And the streets were no place for either of them right now, especially Dinah who wouldn't be able to do much in a fight at the moment. In this place, there seemed to be no reason for worry other than that obsessed guy, and even he wasn't that much of a concern. Obviously she could take care of him anytime she wanted. The red head was in a wheel chair, and how hard could that opponent be to defeat. Only that old man was left, and one push could take him down. Yeah, they'd be okay here until Dinah was better.
A knock came on the door about three hours later, and Helena felt her muscles tense. Apparently Dinah could sense this even in her sleep, and a look of concern over took her face as she tried to get closer to Helena. Not really wanting to disturb her girlfriend, Helena forced herself to relax, and watched as Dinah calmed down in turn. Somehow Helena could sense the next knock coming, not in the sense that she knew it was coming, but more like she could almost see the hand moving towards the door. Before it could connect, Helena was at the door, and opened it. A very surprised red head was on the other side, and Helena found herself glad that it wasn't one of the men. Although she wouldn't have any qualms about it, she thought that it might not be prudent to kick the crap out of her hosts. "What do you want? She's trying to sleep."
"Um, sorry. I just thought that maybe you two would like something to eat." This was so hard. Just talking to them was nearly excruciating. While Barbara wanted nothing more than to wrap them both in a hug to prove that they really were right there, and simply talk about all the good times they've shared, she knew that this wasn't possible. "Alfred made some soup, and some sandwiches, if you want them." It was sort of stuttered through, as she was trying to not scare Helena away.
"Give us a few minutes, and we'll be down soon. Just keep those other two away from here." Abruptly Helena shut the door in Barbara's face, and walked over to Dinah. Carefully, she sat down on the bed, trying to make as little disturbance as possible. Being as gentle as she could, Helena tried to shake Dinah awake. "Hey, time to get up." She cooed softly.
After a little bit more prodding, Dinah's eyes opened. "Hel? What do you want?" She was still tired, but she also seemed to be doing better. Her eyes seemed to have more focus than they had before, which must have been a good sign.
"You okay?" Helena asked in the same gentle tone she had been using before. There was no denying that she had been a little worried. How could she not be? Things had happened, and maybe Helena didn't know what exactly, but she did know that it was real. Every time she tried to think back to before the crash, there was just an empty space, and she felt different physically too. She wondered if it was the same for Dinah, or if she had retained her memory thanks to her powers some how.
"Yeah." Dinah replied while stretching. "I can move again, so that has to be a plus." Her smile seemed a little forced, but no one could blame her.
"They've got some food downstairs. Do you feel up for getting some?" It had been who knows how long since their last meal, and Helena knew that Dinah had to be hungry.
"We're staying here? Why?" Even as she spoke Dinah was sitting up, and she pulled Helena into a light kiss.
For Helena, the kiss felt a little bit different, sure, it had only been a small peck, but the metal just felt odd against her lips. She'd be damned if she complained about it though, all she really cared about was Dinah's presence. "Because unless you want to be on the streets, we don't have much choice." Helena explained. "Come on, let's go." Taking Dinah's hands she pulled her up, and continued to and out the door.
Down the stairs, Helena quickly found what she supposed was the kitchen/dinning room by using her keen sense of smell. A table had been set up with three chairs surrounding it, Barbara, and 'Reese' Helena supposed his name was, were already sitting down. Each had a sandwich on their plate, and a bowl of steaming soup, a nice beef stew to be specific. Helena pulled out a chair for Dinah to sit down, and hesitantly she did so. The next closest chair was by Reese, and he sent her a wide smile, one that she returned with an impassive look. It would do no good to provoke him, or anyone else here. So, she took the chair and moved it closer to Dinah, so that there was more distance between her, and the man. "Help yourselves" Barbara said, while beginning to pick at her own food.
Spooning out some soup for both herself and Dinah, Helena took the time to give each bowl a whiff, and then a quick taste to search for any poison. Finding none, she grudgingly gave the bowl to Dinah along with a turkey sandwich while receiving a grateful smile.
Reese had watched the entire exchange, and needless to say, it pissed him off. First she had hit him, and now, she was actually avoiding him. It was like she didn't even know that they were supposed to be together. How did that work out? That stupid fucking blond bitch. What had she done to his Helena? Damn it! Maybe she was just being shy, but there was no need to be like that around him. They loved each other. Sending out a glare to the blond, he stood. "Excuse me, I've suddenly lost my appetite." As he walked past Dinah he whispered, "Whore." Thinking that only Dinah would here it. This was not to be.
It was too bad for Reese, Helena had heard the word, she had heard it, and it did not make her at all happy. She watched how Dinah's eyes fell downwards from confusion, and shock. Now there was going to be trouble. No one, no one, called her girlfriend a whore. No one said anything negative about her girl, especially not any derogatory terms. She hadn't liked this guy from the beginning, and now she had another excuse to kick his ass. In less than a second she had stood from her chair, knocked him down to the ground, and was about to beat the living crap out of him. Something stopped her though, and invisible force halting her fist, which was provided by Dinah for some reason or another.
"Don't do it Hel. It's not worth it." Her voice sounded a bit defeated, but there was a large amount of determination to go with it.
Reluctantly, Helena agreed to the request. "This time I'll let you go. But you'd better hope and pray that I never find you alone." She threatened, but rose to her feet, and returned to her chair, never once sparing a passing glance.
Getting up with as much dignity as he could muster, Reese left. "She just needs some time to cool down." He thought.
Back in the tower, things were a little awkward. Helena was too pissed off still to want to talk with anyone, Dinah was saddened by the display put on before her, and Barbara was locked in wonder of how bizarre this all was. In a unanimous, but above all, silent decision, all decided to return to their meal. As Dinah went to pick up her sandwich, she noticed the gloves still on her hands. Not only were they sort of irritating, but she didn't really want to pick up her sandwich with them on, so, as any person would do in said situation, she took them off. What she saw caused a surprised gasp to escape her lips. Immediately, two sets of eyes turned to look at her. "Hel?"
"Dinah, what is it?" Concern showed clearly through her voice.
"What did they do to me?" She turned to look at Helena, holding her hands for all to see. Along each finger, and thumb was a line of metal running on both sides down the middle of each digit. It didn't just stop there, each one continued on its course down along her palms and the back of her hands, to imbed themselves in her wrists. All of them stuck up a little from her skin, but seemed to blend in easily, much like the same metal in her lips. Next her eyes came up, begging for answers, but once again, they seemed to glow.
Needless to say, all present were in shock. "Dinah. . ."
Barbara chose this moment to interrupt, blurting out, "Let me do a scan."
"What?! Why would I let you touch her?!" Helena raged.
"Hel, stop." Dinah's pleading was barely audible, and both ignored her.
"Because if I do, then I can find out what happened to the two of you." Barbara tried to explain her case.
"He was an ass, so how do I know you aren't lying? How am I supposed to trust you at all?" She fumed.
"You don't have much of a choice. What will you do otherwise? Live with that constant wondering? That's not your style Helena. You may not remember me, but I remember plenty about you." Barbara stated firmly. "Let me help." Her voice grew soft, almost pleading for that part.
Helena was about to bring up another stinging retort, but Dinah got there first. "Don't say another word Helena. I want to know what's going on, and if this is what it takes, then I'll do it." A little bit of impatient anger was showing through, and both eyes had a stronger, more unearthly glow to them.
This sight calmed Helena down very quickly lest she incur any more wrath. "All right, fine. But you do one thing wrong and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." Helena threatened with a feral growl.
"I will always do my best to never hurt her." Barbara stated solemnly, sounding lost.
Some of Helena's anger ebbed at the red head's dejected voice. "Let's just do this." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Dinah seemed to have calmed down, and almost took Helena's hand in her's. Something stopped her though, perhaps the buzz that she could hear inside her head again. Helena looked hurt by the gesture, and Dinah jumped to explain before any wrong ideas were gotten. "Hel, it's not you. It's just. . .there's this noise. . . in my head, and. . . it might be bad. I just. . . I don't want to hurt you." Her eyes begged Helena to understand.
"It's okay. I forgive you. Let's get this over with. Lead the way." The last part was said to Barbara accompanied by the gesture that typically meant 'lead on'.
They walked over to the lab part of the clock tower. "Just lay down on that table there." Barbara pointed.
Complying, Dinah lay down on the table tapping her fingers nervously. "This, uh, this won't hurt will it?"
"No. There's a light above you that will run down the length of your body, and transmit all the information to my computer. It's like an x ray, only fancier." Barbara tried to explain. "Don't be so nervous."
"Okay."
"I won't let anything happen to you. You know that right? I love you" Helena asked, softly running the back of her fingers along Dinah's cheek in a soothing motion.
"I know. You'll always be there for me, just like I'll always be there for you. And, I love you too." Dinah affirmed.
Barbara was having trouble keeping herself in check. That admission of love would've knocked her off her feet had she not been in a wheel chair. "You two wha?" She blurted out, too shocked to speak properly.
"We two what, what?" Dinah asked confused.
"Nothing." She squeaked. Now might not be the best time for this. One wrong word spoken, and Helena would be more than ready to make sure that she was nothing more than a pancake on the wall. But still, they were in love. As in like, love love, not the sisterly kind. It was such a huge shock. There would be time to think about this later though; she should get back to work before Helena got pissed. "I'm, um, starting the, uh, the scan now." Just as Barbara had told them, the beam of light came down, and washed over her body. Within seconds, it was gone, and Barbara allowed Dinah to get back up.
"That's all?" Dinah asked with a skeptical tone.
"It doesn't take long. All I needed was a scan of your body. It tells me the properties, and anything I could want to know pretty much." Barbara tapped a few keys, and a sort of X ray of Dinah appeared.
"Okay, so what's wrong with me?" She sounded so scared right there, like she was positive that she was carrying some terrible disease.
Sensing this, Helena came up from behind, and wrapped the blonde's smaller frame in a gentle embrace. "Don't worry okay. No matter what happens, I'll stay beside you."
A blush rose up Barbara's neck as she suddenly wondered how far they had gone. "Um, so, back to your scans." She did her best not to sound uncomfortable, although she was sure that Helena had picked up on it. "They've made a lot of changes to you Dinah." Her voice to them sounded matter of fact, but had they actually remembered her, they would know that she was simply trying to be strong.
"What is it? What'd that bastard doctor do?" Helena asked, increasing the strength of her hold on Dinah.
"Well, first off, your entire skeleton now has a metal coating over it. There are also some connections from your jaw that lead up and through your lips. The same for you hand, except that they come up out of your wrist obviously. If you check under your shirt you should find three metal inlays coming up where you lower ribs are."
Wiggling out of Helena's embrace, Dinah lifted her shirt a fraction, and found the six strips of metal. "Hel." Pain filled her voice, and Helena wrapped Dinah in her arms again, letting her take some comfort in that.
"That's not all though, I'm sure you're wondering why your eye is green."
"What?" Dinah asked.
"It's okay sweetie. Your one eye is just green now, that's all." Helena tried to reassure her, and while Dinah's face was buried back in to her chest, she sent an exasperated glare to Barbara.
"Oh, well sorry. I didn't know that she didn't. . ." Barbara trailed off. "Um, there's a small generator placed behind your eye somehow. I really don't know how they managed that one. But, whatever chemicals it has that make it work, give off an energy, that's tainted your iris green. From what I can tell, it might send a strong electric current through all the metal in your body."
"Then why aren't I dead? I've heard it start up before, a sort of buzzing noise. If it really is sending out electricity, then shouldn't all of my muscles and stuff have been horribly burned or something?" Dinah asked with her head still hidden in Helena's chest.
"No, I think there's a membrane covering the metal that keeps it from doing so. Just out of curiosity, how malleable is the metal? Can you flex your hands?" Dinah tried it out and nodded in the affirmative. "I'm sorry for this. Had I done a few things different, then none of this would've happened."
Dinah could sense Helena about to go on the offensive again, and stopped it before it could start. "Could you see if they did anything to Helena?" She asked quickly, sending a meek grin to an irritated brunette.
"I'm pretty sure that I already know. All of your feral abilities have been increased ten fold. It seems to be at the point where just as Helena, all of you senses are above where Huntress's used to be. I can only imagine what she must be like. And judging by how quickly you were able to recover, I'm guessing that your regeneration has increased dramatically as well. Basically, you're super human. As Huntress, chances are that you'd be nearly impossible to kill."
Dinah sighed heavily. "Leave it to you to get the long end of the stick."
"Huh? Oh. Don't worry about that Dinah. As far as I'm concerned we're even. I don't love you any less, and if anybody gives you any crap I'll shove their face so far up their ass that they'll be able to watch their food digest." She noticed that Dinah was looking a little tired again. They hadn't gotten around to getting anything to eat, but they could get some sleep for now. "We're going to head off."
Panic flared up in Barbara's body. They were leaving, so soon, after just a few answers? But they still needed to gain back their memory; they still needed more time together. She had to be around them even if they didn't remember her. Damn it, wasn't there a way to reverse what that ass Freedman had done? He took their memory, he took everything.
"Come on Dinah, let's head to bed." Helena suggested, and a sleepy Dinah followed in her wake.
The panic receded; she had just been talking about going to bed. "Good night." Two waves were all she got in response.
At least she could spend some time thinking about the little revelation that came about tonight. Helena, and Dinah were in love. Never had she expected that turn of events. They seemed like such opposites, one cocky and bad ass, while the other was golden sunshine. Even their powers were opposites, one using a more physical means, and one using a more mental one. Her girls were lesbians, together, both at the same time. This world was just so messed up, not only do the two most important people in her life not remember her, but she was denied the chance at seeing them fall in love. Although, she wondered if she would have even known had they never been abducted, or if it would've even happened. Her next thought was of Reese. When he learned that it wasn't him Helena was in love with, well, there could be trouble.
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Reese was sitting at home, nursing a glass of scotch as he looked at some photos. Beside him was a case that he was supposed to be working on, the key words being supposed to be. He had chosen to disregard it however in favor of the pictures he was currently examining. A fire danced in front of him, keeping him nice and toasty while he contemplated certain issues.
Why wouldn't she just run into his arms? That's what she was supposed to do, she knew as well as he did that she was meant to be in his embrace. That doctor did something to her, she was acting so weird when he was around. What was that deal with hitting him, and then attacking him again? Then there was that whole avoidance issue she had going on. That wasn't how he remembered her. Not at all. He remembered that she loved him, deeply. Why else would she have given him that ring? It was frustrating. All of this was wrong, none of it was supposed to be happening like it was. So why? Why was she acting the way she was?
That blond had to have something to do with it. Helena seemed so protective of her, almost like the world was too much for the little bitch to take in. But, she had helped him before. Even after he called her a whore. No, no, there must have been some sort of ulterior motive behind it. Of course, by acting that way, she was trying to show that she was better than he was. That skanky slut was trying to steal Helena from him. It was the answer to everything. That dumbass blond was confusing his love, trying to make her think that he wasn't good enough for her. Well, he might just have to take care of that problem.
With his revelation fresh in mind, Reese downed the rest of the scotch, and tossed the photos he had been looking at into the fire. The edges curled, leaving a recognizable picture of Dinah as they burned. Soon, it would be the real one.
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About three hours earlier
"What the hell is going on here?" Freedman asked angrily having just come back from a lunch break. For some reason, the whole building had evacuated and was now standing on the opposite side of the road due to security's enforcement.
The officer he had been talking to turned to look at him. "One of the alarms went off, we were required to evacuate the building." He explained.
A confused look encompassed Freedman's features, but it quickly reverted to annoyance. "Get the building open right now."
Although it was against protocol, something in Freedman's voice made the guard agree. Walking back over to the building, he swiped his card, punched in the code, and the doors all opened up again. Once inside Freedman quickly made his way down the halls, until he arrived at the circular one. Checking in both the green and yellow doors, he noticed that his two prized possessions were missing. "Damn it!"
Immediately he began checking the computers, trying to figure out what was going on. Apparently someone had set off the alarms on purpose, and what's more, they had planted a virus. One that desperately needed to be stopped. "When I get my hands on this person, they'll be spending the rest of eternity in a tank!"
While he tried to purge the system, he ran a tracer program to try and figure out just who planted the virus. It seemed to be too late to completely stop the virus, and just then the tracer came up with a result. Apparently the virus had been planted from within the system, which meant that he really couldn't find out anything. All the tanks were going to be opened soon, so, he could only think of one thing to do, send out orders to all tank occupants. Since whoever this was took those two girls, he would send all his super soldiers to get them back.
The program was set quickly, and there was still twenty minutes before the tanks would open. Freedman found that he didn't really want to stick around for that; chances were good that they would be on the unpredictable side. There was someone he needed to see anyway, and that someone was not going to like the news he had.
Note: There you have it people. I made it longer in a bit of celebration. It seems that you guys really enjoy Reese getting smacked around, and to be honest, so do I. It was so hard to make Helena stop, but I knew that I needed her to. We did witness a real insanity moment with Reese, I think he's pretty much lost it, although he will be losing it further if things work out the way I want them to hehehe. To answer you question helenakyle1, chances are that I won't have the girls do anything other than kissing. There's a possiblity I suppose of a lemon coming in later, but I doubt it.
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Dedication: Everyone who reviewed. I can't tell you how happy I am about this. It's just amazing to get that many. I never expected it to happen when I first started writing this, but here we are. One hundred and one reviews. (Isn't that a movie? Hmmmm.) I cannot tell you all, how much ass you kick.
Tenderly, Helena laid her sleeping girlfriend on the bed in the middle of the room. Smiling fondly, she brushed a few errant strands of hair from Dinah's face, caressing the skin as she went. Dinah seemed to enjoy the action as a small smile was placed on her lips, and she leaned into the touch. How in the hell did she ever get this lucky? Sure, things weren't so great right now, but everything would be okay again soon. They were together, and in the end that was all either really cared about. Were they separated, then they would've sought each other out, letting nothing stop them.
For some reason or another, Helena didn't feel the need for sleep. She knew that she had been through whatever Dinah had, but she found herself wide awake, and listening to the sounds just outside the door. Sitting down on the bed, Helena continued to gently stroke Dinah's sleeping face, which looked so peaceful at the moment. Obviously things had changed, not in their relationship, but something more physical, and possibly mental if these people were who they claimed to be. Helena had taken notice of Dinah's one green eye, and last she remembered, Dinah had two blue ones. There was also the metal now imbedded in her lips, and Helena couldn't help but wonder what else had changed. So many differences, but they could be sorted out later. Right now Dinah needed her rest, and Helena merely wanted to watch over her.
Despite everything, things still seemed to be all right between them. Although Helena couldn't remember anything before the plane crash, she found that for some reason, she could stay in this place. Something was also telling her that they were better off here since there was no place else they could go. And the streets were no place for either of them right now, especially Dinah who wouldn't be able to do much in a fight at the moment. In this place, there seemed to be no reason for worry other than that obsessed guy, and even he wasn't that much of a concern. Obviously she could take care of him anytime she wanted. The red head was in a wheel chair, and how hard could that opponent be to defeat. Only that old man was left, and one push could take him down. Yeah, they'd be okay here until Dinah was better.
A knock came on the door about three hours later, and Helena felt her muscles tense. Apparently Dinah could sense this even in her sleep, and a look of concern over took her face as she tried to get closer to Helena. Not really wanting to disturb her girlfriend, Helena forced herself to relax, and watched as Dinah calmed down in turn. Somehow Helena could sense the next knock coming, not in the sense that she knew it was coming, but more like she could almost see the hand moving towards the door. Before it could connect, Helena was at the door, and opened it. A very surprised red head was on the other side, and Helena found herself glad that it wasn't one of the men. Although she wouldn't have any qualms about it, she thought that it might not be prudent to kick the crap out of her hosts. "What do you want? She's trying to sleep."
"Um, sorry. I just thought that maybe you two would like something to eat." This was so hard. Just talking to them was nearly excruciating. While Barbara wanted nothing more than to wrap them both in a hug to prove that they really were right there, and simply talk about all the good times they've shared, she knew that this wasn't possible. "Alfred made some soup, and some sandwiches, if you want them." It was sort of stuttered through, as she was trying to not scare Helena away.
"Give us a few minutes, and we'll be down soon. Just keep those other two away from here." Abruptly Helena shut the door in Barbara's face, and walked over to Dinah. Carefully, she sat down on the bed, trying to make as little disturbance as possible. Being as gentle as she could, Helena tried to shake Dinah awake. "Hey, time to get up." She cooed softly.
After a little bit more prodding, Dinah's eyes opened. "Hel? What do you want?" She was still tired, but she also seemed to be doing better. Her eyes seemed to have more focus than they had before, which must have been a good sign.
"You okay?" Helena asked in the same gentle tone she had been using before. There was no denying that she had been a little worried. How could she not be? Things had happened, and maybe Helena didn't know what exactly, but she did know that it was real. Every time she tried to think back to before the crash, there was just an empty space, and she felt different physically too. She wondered if it was the same for Dinah, or if she had retained her memory thanks to her powers some how.
"Yeah." Dinah replied while stretching. "I can move again, so that has to be a plus." Her smile seemed a little forced, but no one could blame her.
"They've got some food downstairs. Do you feel up for getting some?" It had been who knows how long since their last meal, and Helena knew that Dinah had to be hungry.
"We're staying here? Why?" Even as she spoke Dinah was sitting up, and she pulled Helena into a light kiss.
For Helena, the kiss felt a little bit different, sure, it had only been a small peck, but the metal just felt odd against her lips. She'd be damned if she complained about it though, all she really cared about was Dinah's presence. "Because unless you want to be on the streets, we don't have much choice." Helena explained. "Come on, let's go." Taking Dinah's hands she pulled her up, and continued to and out the door.
Down the stairs, Helena quickly found what she supposed was the kitchen/dinning room by using her keen sense of smell. A table had been set up with three chairs surrounding it, Barbara, and 'Reese' Helena supposed his name was, were already sitting down. Each had a sandwich on their plate, and a bowl of steaming soup, a nice beef stew to be specific. Helena pulled out a chair for Dinah to sit down, and hesitantly she did so. The next closest chair was by Reese, and he sent her a wide smile, one that she returned with an impassive look. It would do no good to provoke him, or anyone else here. So, she took the chair and moved it closer to Dinah, so that there was more distance between her, and the man. "Help yourselves" Barbara said, while beginning to pick at her own food.
Spooning out some soup for both herself and Dinah, Helena took the time to give each bowl a whiff, and then a quick taste to search for any poison. Finding none, she grudgingly gave the bowl to Dinah along with a turkey sandwich while receiving a grateful smile.
Reese had watched the entire exchange, and needless to say, it pissed him off. First she had hit him, and now, she was actually avoiding him. It was like she didn't even know that they were supposed to be together. How did that work out? That stupid fucking blond bitch. What had she done to his Helena? Damn it! Maybe she was just being shy, but there was no need to be like that around him. They loved each other. Sending out a glare to the blond, he stood. "Excuse me, I've suddenly lost my appetite." As he walked past Dinah he whispered, "Whore." Thinking that only Dinah would here it. This was not to be.
It was too bad for Reese, Helena had heard the word, she had heard it, and it did not make her at all happy. She watched how Dinah's eyes fell downwards from confusion, and shock. Now there was going to be trouble. No one, no one, called her girlfriend a whore. No one said anything negative about her girl, especially not any derogatory terms. She hadn't liked this guy from the beginning, and now she had another excuse to kick his ass. In less than a second she had stood from her chair, knocked him down to the ground, and was about to beat the living crap out of him. Something stopped her though, and invisible force halting her fist, which was provided by Dinah for some reason or another.
"Don't do it Hel. It's not worth it." Her voice sounded a bit defeated, but there was a large amount of determination to go with it.
Reluctantly, Helena agreed to the request. "This time I'll let you go. But you'd better hope and pray that I never find you alone." She threatened, but rose to her feet, and returned to her chair, never once sparing a passing glance.
Getting up with as much dignity as he could muster, Reese left. "She just needs some time to cool down." He thought.
Back in the tower, things were a little awkward. Helena was too pissed off still to want to talk with anyone, Dinah was saddened by the display put on before her, and Barbara was locked in wonder of how bizarre this all was. In a unanimous, but above all, silent decision, all decided to return to their meal. As Dinah went to pick up her sandwich, she noticed the gloves still on her hands. Not only were they sort of irritating, but she didn't really want to pick up her sandwich with them on, so, as any person would do in said situation, she took them off. What she saw caused a surprised gasp to escape her lips. Immediately, two sets of eyes turned to look at her. "Hel?"
"Dinah, what is it?" Concern showed clearly through her voice.
"What did they do to me?" She turned to look at Helena, holding her hands for all to see. Along each finger, and thumb was a line of metal running on both sides down the middle of each digit. It didn't just stop there, each one continued on its course down along her palms and the back of her hands, to imbed themselves in her wrists. All of them stuck up a little from her skin, but seemed to blend in easily, much like the same metal in her lips. Next her eyes came up, begging for answers, but once again, they seemed to glow.
Needless to say, all present were in shock. "Dinah. . ."
Barbara chose this moment to interrupt, blurting out, "Let me do a scan."
"What?! Why would I let you touch her?!" Helena raged.
"Hel, stop." Dinah's pleading was barely audible, and both ignored her.
"Because if I do, then I can find out what happened to the two of you." Barbara tried to explain her case.
"He was an ass, so how do I know you aren't lying? How am I supposed to trust you at all?" She fumed.
"You don't have much of a choice. What will you do otherwise? Live with that constant wondering? That's not your style Helena. You may not remember me, but I remember plenty about you." Barbara stated firmly. "Let me help." Her voice grew soft, almost pleading for that part.
Helena was about to bring up another stinging retort, but Dinah got there first. "Don't say another word Helena. I want to know what's going on, and if this is what it takes, then I'll do it." A little bit of impatient anger was showing through, and both eyes had a stronger, more unearthly glow to them.
This sight calmed Helena down very quickly lest she incur any more wrath. "All right, fine. But you do one thing wrong and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." Helena threatened with a feral growl.
"I will always do my best to never hurt her." Barbara stated solemnly, sounding lost.
Some of Helena's anger ebbed at the red head's dejected voice. "Let's just do this." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Dinah seemed to have calmed down, and almost took Helena's hand in her's. Something stopped her though, perhaps the buzz that she could hear inside her head again. Helena looked hurt by the gesture, and Dinah jumped to explain before any wrong ideas were gotten. "Hel, it's not you. It's just. . .there's this noise. . . in my head, and. . . it might be bad. I just. . . I don't want to hurt you." Her eyes begged Helena to understand.
"It's okay. I forgive you. Let's get this over with. Lead the way." The last part was said to Barbara accompanied by the gesture that typically meant 'lead on'.
They walked over to the lab part of the clock tower. "Just lay down on that table there." Barbara pointed.
Complying, Dinah lay down on the table tapping her fingers nervously. "This, uh, this won't hurt will it?"
"No. There's a light above you that will run down the length of your body, and transmit all the information to my computer. It's like an x ray, only fancier." Barbara tried to explain. "Don't be so nervous."
"Okay."
"I won't let anything happen to you. You know that right? I love you" Helena asked, softly running the back of her fingers along Dinah's cheek in a soothing motion.
"I know. You'll always be there for me, just like I'll always be there for you. And, I love you too." Dinah affirmed.
Barbara was having trouble keeping herself in check. That admission of love would've knocked her off her feet had she not been in a wheel chair. "You two wha?" She blurted out, too shocked to speak properly.
"We two what, what?" Dinah asked confused.
"Nothing." She squeaked. Now might not be the best time for this. One wrong word spoken, and Helena would be more than ready to make sure that she was nothing more than a pancake on the wall. But still, they were in love. As in like, love love, not the sisterly kind. It was such a huge shock. There would be time to think about this later though; she should get back to work before Helena got pissed. "I'm, um, starting the, uh, the scan now." Just as Barbara had told them, the beam of light came down, and washed over her body. Within seconds, it was gone, and Barbara allowed Dinah to get back up.
"That's all?" Dinah asked with a skeptical tone.
"It doesn't take long. All I needed was a scan of your body. It tells me the properties, and anything I could want to know pretty much." Barbara tapped a few keys, and a sort of X ray of Dinah appeared.
"Okay, so what's wrong with me?" She sounded so scared right there, like she was positive that she was carrying some terrible disease.
Sensing this, Helena came up from behind, and wrapped the blonde's smaller frame in a gentle embrace. "Don't worry okay. No matter what happens, I'll stay beside you."
A blush rose up Barbara's neck as she suddenly wondered how far they had gone. "Um, so, back to your scans." She did her best not to sound uncomfortable, although she was sure that Helena had picked up on it. "They've made a lot of changes to you Dinah." Her voice to them sounded matter of fact, but had they actually remembered her, they would know that she was simply trying to be strong.
"What is it? What'd that bastard doctor do?" Helena asked, increasing the strength of her hold on Dinah.
"Well, first off, your entire skeleton now has a metal coating over it. There are also some connections from your jaw that lead up and through your lips. The same for you hand, except that they come up out of your wrist obviously. If you check under your shirt you should find three metal inlays coming up where you lower ribs are."
Wiggling out of Helena's embrace, Dinah lifted her shirt a fraction, and found the six strips of metal. "Hel." Pain filled her voice, and Helena wrapped Dinah in her arms again, letting her take some comfort in that.
"That's not all though, I'm sure you're wondering why your eye is green."
"What?" Dinah asked.
"It's okay sweetie. Your one eye is just green now, that's all." Helena tried to reassure her, and while Dinah's face was buried back in to her chest, she sent an exasperated glare to Barbara.
"Oh, well sorry. I didn't know that she didn't. . ." Barbara trailed off. "Um, there's a small generator placed behind your eye somehow. I really don't know how they managed that one. But, whatever chemicals it has that make it work, give off an energy, that's tainted your iris green. From what I can tell, it might send a strong electric current through all the metal in your body."
"Then why aren't I dead? I've heard it start up before, a sort of buzzing noise. If it really is sending out electricity, then shouldn't all of my muscles and stuff have been horribly burned or something?" Dinah asked with her head still hidden in Helena's chest.
"No, I think there's a membrane covering the metal that keeps it from doing so. Just out of curiosity, how malleable is the metal? Can you flex your hands?" Dinah tried it out and nodded in the affirmative. "I'm sorry for this. Had I done a few things different, then none of this would've happened."
Dinah could sense Helena about to go on the offensive again, and stopped it before it could start. "Could you see if they did anything to Helena?" She asked quickly, sending a meek grin to an irritated brunette.
"I'm pretty sure that I already know. All of your feral abilities have been increased ten fold. It seems to be at the point where just as Helena, all of you senses are above where Huntress's used to be. I can only imagine what she must be like. And judging by how quickly you were able to recover, I'm guessing that your regeneration has increased dramatically as well. Basically, you're super human. As Huntress, chances are that you'd be nearly impossible to kill."
Dinah sighed heavily. "Leave it to you to get the long end of the stick."
"Huh? Oh. Don't worry about that Dinah. As far as I'm concerned we're even. I don't love you any less, and if anybody gives you any crap I'll shove their face so far up their ass that they'll be able to watch their food digest." She noticed that Dinah was looking a little tired again. They hadn't gotten around to getting anything to eat, but they could get some sleep for now. "We're going to head off."
Panic flared up in Barbara's body. They were leaving, so soon, after just a few answers? But they still needed to gain back their memory; they still needed more time together. She had to be around them even if they didn't remember her. Damn it, wasn't there a way to reverse what that ass Freedman had done? He took their memory, he took everything.
"Come on Dinah, let's head to bed." Helena suggested, and a sleepy Dinah followed in her wake.
The panic receded; she had just been talking about going to bed. "Good night." Two waves were all she got in response.
At least she could spend some time thinking about the little revelation that came about tonight. Helena, and Dinah were in love. Never had she expected that turn of events. They seemed like such opposites, one cocky and bad ass, while the other was golden sunshine. Even their powers were opposites, one using a more physical means, and one using a more mental one. Her girls were lesbians, together, both at the same time. This world was just so messed up, not only do the two most important people in her life not remember her, but she was denied the chance at seeing them fall in love. Although, she wondered if she would have even known had they never been abducted, or if it would've even happened. Her next thought was of Reese. When he learned that it wasn't him Helena was in love with, well, there could be trouble.
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Reese was sitting at home, nursing a glass of scotch as he looked at some photos. Beside him was a case that he was supposed to be working on, the key words being supposed to be. He had chosen to disregard it however in favor of the pictures he was currently examining. A fire danced in front of him, keeping him nice and toasty while he contemplated certain issues.
Why wouldn't she just run into his arms? That's what she was supposed to do, she knew as well as he did that she was meant to be in his embrace. That doctor did something to her, she was acting so weird when he was around. What was that deal with hitting him, and then attacking him again? Then there was that whole avoidance issue she had going on. That wasn't how he remembered her. Not at all. He remembered that she loved him, deeply. Why else would she have given him that ring? It was frustrating. All of this was wrong, none of it was supposed to be happening like it was. So why? Why was she acting the way she was?
That blond had to have something to do with it. Helena seemed so protective of her, almost like the world was too much for the little bitch to take in. But, she had helped him before. Even after he called her a whore. No, no, there must have been some sort of ulterior motive behind it. Of course, by acting that way, she was trying to show that she was better than he was. That skanky slut was trying to steal Helena from him. It was the answer to everything. That dumbass blond was confusing his love, trying to make her think that he wasn't good enough for her. Well, he might just have to take care of that problem.
With his revelation fresh in mind, Reese downed the rest of the scotch, and tossed the photos he had been looking at into the fire. The edges curled, leaving a recognizable picture of Dinah as they burned. Soon, it would be the real one.
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About three hours earlier
"What the hell is going on here?" Freedman asked angrily having just come back from a lunch break. For some reason, the whole building had evacuated and was now standing on the opposite side of the road due to security's enforcement.
The officer he had been talking to turned to look at him. "One of the alarms went off, we were required to evacuate the building." He explained.
A confused look encompassed Freedman's features, but it quickly reverted to annoyance. "Get the building open right now."
Although it was against protocol, something in Freedman's voice made the guard agree. Walking back over to the building, he swiped his card, punched in the code, and the doors all opened up again. Once inside Freedman quickly made his way down the halls, until he arrived at the circular one. Checking in both the green and yellow doors, he noticed that his two prized possessions were missing. "Damn it!"
Immediately he began checking the computers, trying to figure out what was going on. Apparently someone had set off the alarms on purpose, and what's more, they had planted a virus. One that desperately needed to be stopped. "When I get my hands on this person, they'll be spending the rest of eternity in a tank!"
While he tried to purge the system, he ran a tracer program to try and figure out just who planted the virus. It seemed to be too late to completely stop the virus, and just then the tracer came up with a result. Apparently the virus had been planted from within the system, which meant that he really couldn't find out anything. All the tanks were going to be opened soon, so, he could only think of one thing to do, send out orders to all tank occupants. Since whoever this was took those two girls, he would send all his super soldiers to get them back.
The program was set quickly, and there was still twenty minutes before the tanks would open. Freedman found that he didn't really want to stick around for that; chances were good that they would be on the unpredictable side. There was someone he needed to see anyway, and that someone was not going to like the news he had.
Note: There you have it people. I made it longer in a bit of celebration. It seems that you guys really enjoy Reese getting smacked around, and to be honest, so do I. It was so hard to make Helena stop, but I knew that I needed her to. We did witness a real insanity moment with Reese, I think he's pretty much lost it, although he will be losing it further if things work out the way I want them to hehehe. To answer you question helenakyle1, chances are that I won't have the girls do anything other than kissing. There's a possiblity I suppose of a lemon coming in later, but I doubt it.