Note: Hoo boy. I'm really questioning as to whether you guys are going to
like this chapter or not. I have a feeling you may be upset with me after
this first part. But please, do not stop reading. Everything will be okay.
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you people? I lost the ownership of the birds of prey during a drunken gamble. Yeesh.
"I remember Barbara, I remember everything." Dinah whispered, her voice filled with welcoming, and love.
"Dinah? You, you know? Everything?" Barbara's voice was breaking on every word, and the hope in her words was nearly heartbreaking. "I thought you were never going to come back to me. You were never going to remember. I needed you both back so much. I need you, I need you." Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and dripping off her face.
"It's okay Barbara, I'm here, and I'll make sure that Helena remembers." Dinah gathered Barbara into her arms, and rocked her back and forth as one would a child. Barbara continued to sob against Dinah's shoulder, and Dinah merely tightened the embrace, while rubbing soothing circles on Barbara's back. "We'll be here for you now Barbara. There's no need to worry."
"But, I was just so scared. You don't understand, I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to get you back. It hurt more than anything I've ever felt." Barbara clung to Dinah as though she were a life preserver, and Barbara herself was drowning. "I was trying so hard to accept the fact that you weren't coming back. It was so hard."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that Barbara. You know that if any of us could, we would turn back time, and stop Helena and I from taking that trip." Dinah tried to soothe, just now realizing how much her mentor, her surrogate mother was truly hurting.
"I know, but we can't. We can't Dinah, no one can, and I can't expect either of you to be the same person you were when you left. So much has happened since then. And Helena still doesn't remember any of this. She won't be the same. None of it will be, it can't." Barbara was reaching the point of hysteria, panic and desperation seeping into her tone.
"Barbara! Barbara listen to me!" Dinah tried to get her attention, but it seemed as though Barbara wasn't hearing her at all. "Barbara!" Pulling her away while keeping a firm grip on her shoulders, Dinah made sure that her and Barbara were looking each other straight in the eye. "Barbara," Her tone was stern yet caring and it made sure that Barbara couldn't look away, "look at me, Barbara. Just look at me. No, things will probably never be the same, but that's not as bad as you're making it out to be. Over time, everything changes Barbara, all of us would've have eventually changed. Do you understand?" Each word was enunciated very clearly.
"No, I don't." Barbara cried in despair, but their eyes remained locked.
"You will Barbara, you will. We may be different, it would've happened later, and maybe we would've drifted apart then, just maybe. And I won't lie to you, because you haven't lied to me. There's still the possibility that Helena, or I may leave." Dinah spoke softly, but at her last words the red head sobbed harder. "Don't cry, I'm not finished yet." She wiped gently at the tears. "The chance of us leaving right now, is so tiny Barbara, so tiny that it's not even significant. Because you see, Barbara, right now, I need you, like you need Helena and me. Okay, I need you. And Helena, don't worry about that. I won't force her into remembering, but if she wants my help, I'll give it to her, and if she doesn't, then you and I will help her along. We can't be the same, but we can still be a family."
"Dinah. . ." Barbara trailed off unable to complete her thought.
Their eyes were still locked, and both could see the emotions swirling within. Dinah's green and blue colored eye, and saw the love, compassion, and understanding inside. It was so compelling, and Barbara found herself utterly entranced and unable to look away. Suddenly it was too much, and Barbara had to act, she just had to. So, with a quick and unexpected (on Dinah's part) lunge, Barbara captured Dinah's lips within her own. Barbara put all of her passion into it, massaging Dinah's lips, who in turn was completely unresponsive. After a moment, all motion stopped, and Barbara pushed herself backwards and off of the still shocked Dinah. "Oh shit, Dinah, I-I didn't- I mean I wouldn't. . . I'm sorry Dinah, I shouldn't have I know I shouldn't have, it's just that" She found herself abruptly silenced.
"Barbara, stop. Just stop. You shouldn't have done that Barbara. You know I'm in love with Helena, and even with my memory back that hasn't changed." Dinah tried to express to Barbara.
"I know, I know please I know. Please don't hate me, please. It's just that I was still feeling so alone, and I just needed some thing." Barbara's eyes turned down cast looking anywhere but near Dinah.
"I know, you were looking for love, for the reassurance. But we can't do that Barbara. I will give you all that is in my power to give you, but not that Barbara. I can't give you that. I think that maybe I should go now." Dinah began to rise from the bed and head towards the door.
"Dinah, wait!" Barbara reached out and clasped Dinah's wrist. "Please don't leave me right now, please don't hate me."
The please was just so heartfelt, that Dinah couldn't say no. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. "All right, just settle yourself back into bed." Dinah walked to the corner of the room, grabbed a chair sitting there, and brought it to the side of the bed. "I'll sit here for the night, and you just sleep. When you wake up, I'll be here."
"Are you going to tell Helena?" Came the forlorn question.
"No. Right now, that would be signing your death certificate." Dinah joked.
"Right." A few moments of silence passed. "You do know I'm sorry right?"
"Of course I know. Just forget about it." Dinah advised, although she was fully aware that she herself could not forget. It felt so wrong, and it was like the betrayal of Helena even though she had not reciprocated. There was no blaming Barbara though, it was something that she had needed, and she took it from the most convenient source. This would change everything though. Everything.
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"Number 32 dock B warehouse has several life forms inside. I can sense them, and they're not human."
"Must be one of the rouge groups."
Another figure emerged from behind them. "You know the mission. Either recruit them, or take them down."
"But sir, there's ten of us, and at least forty of them, there may be others in the near by warehouses as well."
"Ah, but you all have me, and I am worth at least fifty of them." A gracious smile encompassed the figures lips. "Now, let's get to work. I'll handle any negotiations. You two with me, and tell the others to take stations outside." Orin
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Out of nowhere the door leading out of the warehouse was kicked open, splintered shards of wood flying everywhere. All around were shocked out of their sleep, and those who hadn't been sleeping leapt to their feet angry and ready to attack. "What the HELL is going on?" Pock bellowed at the door from his position at the head of their home.
"Now now, no need to be alarmed." An almost mocking voice was coming from the door way as if it were trying to placate them.
"No need? I don't know who you are, but you had better have a DAMN GOOD REASON for busting down my door!" Pocks anger would not be abated so easily though, and he continued to fume even after his outburst.
"I'm sorry about the door, but no matter what the outcome, you won't be needing it anymore." Finally the voice flanked by two others stepped into the warehouse.
"You. . . you must be like us then." Pock seemed to be a little calmer at this realization, and cautiously he stepped to the middle of the room. Those around stood beside their leader doing their best to look threatening.
"Indeed. You and I are alike, at least in one way."
"Obviously you've heard of my group. If your friends and you want you could join, but there would be initiation tests. We're a little strict in our joining, and I don't know if you're good enough. You understand." A smug grin was upon his face as he nodded with his companions.
"No, not exactly. I do propose to you a merger however."
"Who are you?" The grin was dropped, and now suspicion laced his eyes as his stance grew more defensive.
"Orin." His hand was extended outward for a handshake, but was ignored, and thusly retracted. "I see. No one can blame you for being cautious."
"No they can't. What do you want?"
"As I said, a merger. Do you mind if we take a seat perhaps?" Orin gestured towards a group of chairs.
"In fact I do." Pock snapped.
"All right, whatever you want. Here is how my group sees things, either you join with us, or we'll wipe you out."
It had been spoken so casually that Pock nearly missed what Orin said. "What?" Then he burst out into peals of laughter followed by the rest of his group. "You hear this, he says that he can wipe us out? Ridiculous."
"I didn't think you would believe me, but maybe I can change your mind." A nod was sent at the two men at his side, and they quickly stepped back. Then, with a small grin, Orin opened his mouth wide, and let out a horrendous, earth shattering shriek. Everyone in the warehouse clutched at their ears trying to block out the sound, but found that it still permeated their minds. After a few moments, he stopped. A panicked looked entered everyone's eyes. "You'll find that you can't move, there's a special tone in my voice that can paralyze your motor functions. Now, I think we can have a chat much easier this way." He walked casually up to one of Pock's lackeys. "Let's see what's in here." Placing his palm on the creature's forehead, the slit in the middle of his forehead opened to reveal an eye. Moments later, his victim collapsed to the ground. "Interesting. Home, you call it. Not an original name now is it Pock. You know, Ralph and a few of his pals were planning on over throwing you. It's amazing the things you can learn by sucking the knowledge out of someone."
"Why?" The one word was spoken so slowly, and Pock had to put in so much effort to say it, that it looked painful.
"Because, we can't have stray dogs around ruining our reputation. You see, my group is composed of the pure breads, and you are the mutts. So, tell me now. One word decides you fate, so tell me, join me, or not." Their faces were barely an inch apart, and Pock found himself staring right into that third eye.
"Yes."
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Here she was, still sitting at Barbara's bedside, and still not exactly sure why she was doing so. Taking another glance at the clock (five minutes since she had last looked) She was despondent to realize that it had not even been an hour. Only moments after Barbara had finally succumbed to sleep, Dinah had felt her own sense of deep dread come upon her. That kiss, that stupid fucking kiss. It was the cause for all the fear she was feeling right now.
There had been no time to react, there just hadn't. And then, when it was going on with lip on lip contact, she hadn't known what to do. It was simply shocking, never would she have expected something like that from Barbara. Her mind was desperately trying to justify it to herself; her reactions, her thoughts, everything needed to be justified. And shock, was her answer.
If Helena ever found out about this, it would ruin their relationship, and Dinah couldn't bear to have that happen. It would just destroy her. And there would be no way to blame, or hate Helena in any way for breaking up with her because it would have been her fault. So no, Helena could not find out about the incident from earlier. She could feel the salty tears running down her face at these thoughts. Helena hating her, Helena screaming at her, Helena leaving, Helena never speaking to her, Helena ignoring her. It just got worse and worse down the line.
But how she wanted to be with Helena right now, to be in those arms for, what Dinah thought, could be the very last time. Yet here she sat diligently at her mentor's bedside, holding her hand, and contemplating the worst scenarios her mind could bring forth. "I'm sorry Helena, I'm sorry. Damn you Barbara, damn you." She found her anger growing for the red head that could very well have just ruined the best thing to happen to her with one moment of desperation. "Damn you." However, she still sat at her post, and would remain there the rest of the night thinking.
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Note: Okay, hopefully some of you kept reading, and maybe it was just to throw rotten fruit, but I'll take what I can get. Ow, hey. No bricks. Anyway, there will be no triangle there; it was just a one shot desperate moment that will make things awkward. So, review and tell me what you thought. If you hated it, flame me. If you liked it, praise me? Anywho, till next time.
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you people? I lost the ownership of the birds of prey during a drunken gamble. Yeesh.
"I remember Barbara, I remember everything." Dinah whispered, her voice filled with welcoming, and love.
"Dinah? You, you know? Everything?" Barbara's voice was breaking on every word, and the hope in her words was nearly heartbreaking. "I thought you were never going to come back to me. You were never going to remember. I needed you both back so much. I need you, I need you." Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and dripping off her face.
"It's okay Barbara, I'm here, and I'll make sure that Helena remembers." Dinah gathered Barbara into her arms, and rocked her back and forth as one would a child. Barbara continued to sob against Dinah's shoulder, and Dinah merely tightened the embrace, while rubbing soothing circles on Barbara's back. "We'll be here for you now Barbara. There's no need to worry."
"But, I was just so scared. You don't understand, I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to get you back. It hurt more than anything I've ever felt." Barbara clung to Dinah as though she were a life preserver, and Barbara herself was drowning. "I was trying so hard to accept the fact that you weren't coming back. It was so hard."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that Barbara. You know that if any of us could, we would turn back time, and stop Helena and I from taking that trip." Dinah tried to soothe, just now realizing how much her mentor, her surrogate mother was truly hurting.
"I know, but we can't. We can't Dinah, no one can, and I can't expect either of you to be the same person you were when you left. So much has happened since then. And Helena still doesn't remember any of this. She won't be the same. None of it will be, it can't." Barbara was reaching the point of hysteria, panic and desperation seeping into her tone.
"Barbara! Barbara listen to me!" Dinah tried to get her attention, but it seemed as though Barbara wasn't hearing her at all. "Barbara!" Pulling her away while keeping a firm grip on her shoulders, Dinah made sure that her and Barbara were looking each other straight in the eye. "Barbara," Her tone was stern yet caring and it made sure that Barbara couldn't look away, "look at me, Barbara. Just look at me. No, things will probably never be the same, but that's not as bad as you're making it out to be. Over time, everything changes Barbara, all of us would've have eventually changed. Do you understand?" Each word was enunciated very clearly.
"No, I don't." Barbara cried in despair, but their eyes remained locked.
"You will Barbara, you will. We may be different, it would've happened later, and maybe we would've drifted apart then, just maybe. And I won't lie to you, because you haven't lied to me. There's still the possibility that Helena, or I may leave." Dinah spoke softly, but at her last words the red head sobbed harder. "Don't cry, I'm not finished yet." She wiped gently at the tears. "The chance of us leaving right now, is so tiny Barbara, so tiny that it's not even significant. Because you see, Barbara, right now, I need you, like you need Helena and me. Okay, I need you. And Helena, don't worry about that. I won't force her into remembering, but if she wants my help, I'll give it to her, and if she doesn't, then you and I will help her along. We can't be the same, but we can still be a family."
"Dinah. . ." Barbara trailed off unable to complete her thought.
Their eyes were still locked, and both could see the emotions swirling within. Dinah's green and blue colored eye, and saw the love, compassion, and understanding inside. It was so compelling, and Barbara found herself utterly entranced and unable to look away. Suddenly it was too much, and Barbara had to act, she just had to. So, with a quick and unexpected (on Dinah's part) lunge, Barbara captured Dinah's lips within her own. Barbara put all of her passion into it, massaging Dinah's lips, who in turn was completely unresponsive. After a moment, all motion stopped, and Barbara pushed herself backwards and off of the still shocked Dinah. "Oh shit, Dinah, I-I didn't- I mean I wouldn't. . . I'm sorry Dinah, I shouldn't have I know I shouldn't have, it's just that" She found herself abruptly silenced.
"Barbara, stop. Just stop. You shouldn't have done that Barbara. You know I'm in love with Helena, and even with my memory back that hasn't changed." Dinah tried to express to Barbara.
"I know, I know please I know. Please don't hate me, please. It's just that I was still feeling so alone, and I just needed some thing." Barbara's eyes turned down cast looking anywhere but near Dinah.
"I know, you were looking for love, for the reassurance. But we can't do that Barbara. I will give you all that is in my power to give you, but not that Barbara. I can't give you that. I think that maybe I should go now." Dinah began to rise from the bed and head towards the door.
"Dinah, wait!" Barbara reached out and clasped Dinah's wrist. "Please don't leave me right now, please don't hate me."
The please was just so heartfelt, that Dinah couldn't say no. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. "All right, just settle yourself back into bed." Dinah walked to the corner of the room, grabbed a chair sitting there, and brought it to the side of the bed. "I'll sit here for the night, and you just sleep. When you wake up, I'll be here."
"Are you going to tell Helena?" Came the forlorn question.
"No. Right now, that would be signing your death certificate." Dinah joked.
"Right." A few moments of silence passed. "You do know I'm sorry right?"
"Of course I know. Just forget about it." Dinah advised, although she was fully aware that she herself could not forget. It felt so wrong, and it was like the betrayal of Helena even though she had not reciprocated. There was no blaming Barbara though, it was something that she had needed, and she took it from the most convenient source. This would change everything though. Everything.
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"Number 32 dock B warehouse has several life forms inside. I can sense them, and they're not human."
"Must be one of the rouge groups."
Another figure emerged from behind them. "You know the mission. Either recruit them, or take them down."
"But sir, there's ten of us, and at least forty of them, there may be others in the near by warehouses as well."
"Ah, but you all have me, and I am worth at least fifty of them." A gracious smile encompassed the figures lips. "Now, let's get to work. I'll handle any negotiations. You two with me, and tell the others to take stations outside." Orin
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Out of nowhere the door leading out of the warehouse was kicked open, splintered shards of wood flying everywhere. All around were shocked out of their sleep, and those who hadn't been sleeping leapt to their feet angry and ready to attack. "What the HELL is going on?" Pock bellowed at the door from his position at the head of their home.
"Now now, no need to be alarmed." An almost mocking voice was coming from the door way as if it were trying to placate them.
"No need? I don't know who you are, but you had better have a DAMN GOOD REASON for busting down my door!" Pocks anger would not be abated so easily though, and he continued to fume even after his outburst.
"I'm sorry about the door, but no matter what the outcome, you won't be needing it anymore." Finally the voice flanked by two others stepped into the warehouse.
"You. . . you must be like us then." Pock seemed to be a little calmer at this realization, and cautiously he stepped to the middle of the room. Those around stood beside their leader doing their best to look threatening.
"Indeed. You and I are alike, at least in one way."
"Obviously you've heard of my group. If your friends and you want you could join, but there would be initiation tests. We're a little strict in our joining, and I don't know if you're good enough. You understand." A smug grin was upon his face as he nodded with his companions.
"No, not exactly. I do propose to you a merger however."
"Who are you?" The grin was dropped, and now suspicion laced his eyes as his stance grew more defensive.
"Orin." His hand was extended outward for a handshake, but was ignored, and thusly retracted. "I see. No one can blame you for being cautious."
"No they can't. What do you want?"
"As I said, a merger. Do you mind if we take a seat perhaps?" Orin gestured towards a group of chairs.
"In fact I do." Pock snapped.
"All right, whatever you want. Here is how my group sees things, either you join with us, or we'll wipe you out."
It had been spoken so casually that Pock nearly missed what Orin said. "What?" Then he burst out into peals of laughter followed by the rest of his group. "You hear this, he says that he can wipe us out? Ridiculous."
"I didn't think you would believe me, but maybe I can change your mind." A nod was sent at the two men at his side, and they quickly stepped back. Then, with a small grin, Orin opened his mouth wide, and let out a horrendous, earth shattering shriek. Everyone in the warehouse clutched at their ears trying to block out the sound, but found that it still permeated their minds. After a few moments, he stopped. A panicked looked entered everyone's eyes. "You'll find that you can't move, there's a special tone in my voice that can paralyze your motor functions. Now, I think we can have a chat much easier this way." He walked casually up to one of Pock's lackeys. "Let's see what's in here." Placing his palm on the creature's forehead, the slit in the middle of his forehead opened to reveal an eye. Moments later, his victim collapsed to the ground. "Interesting. Home, you call it. Not an original name now is it Pock. You know, Ralph and a few of his pals were planning on over throwing you. It's amazing the things you can learn by sucking the knowledge out of someone."
"Why?" The one word was spoken so slowly, and Pock had to put in so much effort to say it, that it looked painful.
"Because, we can't have stray dogs around ruining our reputation. You see, my group is composed of the pure breads, and you are the mutts. So, tell me now. One word decides you fate, so tell me, join me, or not." Their faces were barely an inch apart, and Pock found himself staring right into that third eye.
"Yes."
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Here she was, still sitting at Barbara's bedside, and still not exactly sure why she was doing so. Taking another glance at the clock (five minutes since she had last looked) She was despondent to realize that it had not even been an hour. Only moments after Barbara had finally succumbed to sleep, Dinah had felt her own sense of deep dread come upon her. That kiss, that stupid fucking kiss. It was the cause for all the fear she was feeling right now.
There had been no time to react, there just hadn't. And then, when it was going on with lip on lip contact, she hadn't known what to do. It was simply shocking, never would she have expected something like that from Barbara. Her mind was desperately trying to justify it to herself; her reactions, her thoughts, everything needed to be justified. And shock, was her answer.
If Helena ever found out about this, it would ruin their relationship, and Dinah couldn't bear to have that happen. It would just destroy her. And there would be no way to blame, or hate Helena in any way for breaking up with her because it would have been her fault. So no, Helena could not find out about the incident from earlier. She could feel the salty tears running down her face at these thoughts. Helena hating her, Helena screaming at her, Helena leaving, Helena never speaking to her, Helena ignoring her. It just got worse and worse down the line.
But how she wanted to be with Helena right now, to be in those arms for, what Dinah thought, could be the very last time. Yet here she sat diligently at her mentor's bedside, holding her hand, and contemplating the worst scenarios her mind could bring forth. "I'm sorry Helena, I'm sorry. Damn you Barbara, damn you." She found her anger growing for the red head that could very well have just ruined the best thing to happen to her with one moment of desperation. "Damn you." However, she still sat at her post, and would remain there the rest of the night thinking.
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Note: Okay, hopefully some of you kept reading, and maybe it was just to throw rotten fruit, but I'll take what I can get. Ow, hey. No bricks. Anyway, there will be no triangle there; it was just a one shot desperate moment that will make things awkward. So, review and tell me what you thought. If you hated it, flame me. If you liked it, praise me? Anywho, till next time.