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It had been five months since Helena had talked to Vic about forgiveness.

It had also been six and a half months since Question learned he had a daughter. Things had gotten a lot better since their talk. It didn't bother Helena so much when Vic hung around her house or spent time with Bella, as long as he didn't bug her for a date, which he rarely did.

She was glad she forgave him. It made things a lot easier, especially for Bella. She didn't want her baby too grow-up without a Daddy like she did, or have a dysfunctional family.

Well, more dysfunctional.

Helena winced as she heard a clap of thunder from the storm outside her apartment. Thank God she remembered to close her car windows.

She popped open the microwave and slid a frozen dinner in. Bella was sleeping over at a friends house, so she didn't have to cook tonight.

Helen frowned. Her baby was getting older whether she liked it or not, and in a few short years she would be all grown-up. True, Isabella was only six, but those six years had flown by.

What the hell was she supposed to do when her baby left her nest permanently? When you're young and alone, it's great. You meet people, have awesome times, and look forward to retiring in a thousand years and growing old with someone special.

But what were you supposed to do when you were old and alone? Sure, old people probably dated, but they must have been so lonely.

Thank God she was only thirty-two. But still, it wasn't like she was going to have any other kids, and eventually she'd have to retire as Huntress.

What was she supposed to do then?

She sighed and shook her head; ugh, her daughter leaves for one night and she was already whining about being alone forever. She was so not going soft, right?

She decided not to think about it.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

Wondering who the hell would be dumb enough to come here in a freak'n storm, she glided through her kitchen and opened the door to reveal...

...A dripping wet Vic holding his coat tightly.

Helena smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown. "What the hell are you doing here when it's pouring buckets out there?"

Vic frowned. "I thought I was supposed to pick up Bella on Saturdays."

"It's Friday."

She smirked as he grew embarrassed. "Oh, well I guess I'll just, uh, drive home."

"You drove here?" She exclaimed.

He nodded bashfully.

"Ugh, get in here." She sighed pulling him into her home. "And take off your coat and jacket before you catch a cold."

"Yes ma'am." He said obediently, doing as she asked.

"Are you cold?"

"What?"

"You just came out of the pouring rain and it's like thirty degrees out there, are you cold?" She repeated.

"Well, I suppose a little bit-"

She put her hand on his forehead, "You're freezing! Sit down and eat something right now, Mister."

"May I ask why?"

"I don't want you getting sick, okay? Because if you get sick then not only am I going to be stuck taking care of you, but with my luck I'll get sick and so will Bella. Then we'll all be screwed."

"Alright then." Vic sighed in defeat. Helena had very protective instincts so he figured it would be best to just leave her be. "Where's Bella?"

"At some kids house, she's spending the night."

"Who's house?" He asked sounding suspicious.

"Uh, Tiffany's, I think."

"You think?"

"I know, okay. Yeesh, calm down, I know Tiffany's family because I taught three of her older siblings and from the PTA, okay? No need to go all paranoid and go through their trash."

"Are you sure?"

"Vic..." She growled.

"Um, what are you mak-asking-me to eat?" He asked changing the subject.

"Frozen fish and-Shit!" She swore looking at her microwave. "I was so busy talking to you I let the freaking thing burn!"

"I'm sorry?" He asked, unsure if he should apologize.

"Whatever." Helena crossed her arms and stared at him expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well now what do you want to do? I already torched the food so we can't eat."

"Oh, um I suppose we could, uh, watch TV?"

"Fine." She shrugged gesturing for him to join her in the living room.

A few minutes later they were on her couch watching an episode of Law and Order.

"She did it." Vic said pointing to the blond.

"What, did you see this episode already?" Helena asked in surprise. "I thought it was new."

"It is, but look at how she's acting. She did it." He explained.

"Vic, she's an actor. None of this is real." Helena sighed.

"Actually I've been doing some research-"

"Q."

"Sorry."

After a moment, she noticed a small smile on his face. "What?"

"You called me Q."

"And that's so strange because. . .?"

"We've been 'okay' for seven months, but you've just called me Vic."

"And this is funny, why?"

"I don't know, it just is."

"Okaaaay." Silence. "It really has been five months, hasn't it?"

"Yes." Vic said quietly.

Helena bit her lip. "What were you-I mean how did you-...What did you do when you found out about Bella?"

"Oh. Well, at first I wanted to know who the father was, and when I realized it was me, well, I was shocked. I mean, I thought you would have told me something as important as our child but...I hurt you. And you were never big on forgiveness."

She let his words sink in. "I'm not that big on not forgiving, either."

"I know, I mean, you're letting me see Bella."

"Well duh, you're kind of her father, Sherlock."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Helena..."

"Yeah, Q?"

"How big are you on second chances?"

She looked at him sitting very close next to her on her small couch, eyes half closed and staring at her intently. "Not very." She said quietly.

"Do you make exceptions?" He asked moving his face forward a little bit.

Helena did the same. "It depends."

"Meaning?" He whispered.

"On the person. What they did. What they meant to me."

"Oh." He muttered, their faces inches apart. "Am I an exception?"

"Maybe." She whispered moving closer to him. They were practically kissing. "But I need some convincing."

"Oh." He whispered back. "I can do that." And without a word Vic kissed her.

Helena heard Vic whisper that and kissed him.

It was a slow, uncertain kiss at first. It was asking for permission, to make sure it was welcomed.

He felt Helena open her mouth and greet him warmly, which he took as a yes.

Helena got on top of him slightly, pushing him down on the couch. He felt so good. This felt so right.

Vic wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his body on hers. She felt so good.

For a few minutes, the room was silent except for the occasional moan and slight panting as they kissed with growing hunger and passion. Helena smiled, he tasted yummy.

Vic groaned. She tasted so good, like the sweetest wine and any other good thing he could imagine. How the hell had he ever let her go? This was amazing.

Helen felt Vic tug her shirt. "Upstairs." She whispered, breathing hard. "Don't want to get caught."

Vic nodded, keeping her close as they got off the couch and moved towards the bedroom still kissing furiously.

Q lifted her in his arms as they stumbled in her room untangling their tongues only to lie her down on the bed. He rolled on top of her, shifting his kisses from her mouth to down her cheek and jaw.

Helen wrapped her arms around him with a moan after his shirt fell off. God, did he feel good. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to get naked and get naked now! To spend the night exploring each others bodies, to see if he still had it in him to make her shake and scream in utter pleasure. She wanted him naked and back where he belonged; between her legs. But...

"V-Vic." She whimpered.

"Mm?" He mumbled beginning to kiss past her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse.

"W-Wait."

Instantly all motions were ceased. Vic got on his hands and knees above her, "W-What?" He panted.

"Wait." She repeated.

"But you just said you wanted another try." He frowned, was she just toying with him?

"I-I do, it's just..." She sighed and put a hand on his face. "It's not just us anymore, babe. If something happens and we don't work out, we have a little girl who's gonna be crushed."

"So...you don't want to try again?" He sighed. He was never getting a second chance.

"No, I do, but I don't think we should have sex the second we think we should try again. I mean, we should see how it goes first, you know?"

"So you want to date, but were not going to have intercourse?" Vic frowned trying to understand it. Helena not wanting to have sex wasn't something he was used to.

"Um, no, at least not at first. I mean we should go on a few dates first, you know?"

"Oh, alright. But we are going to try again?"

"Yeah, but were not going to do anything for say, five dates. Deal?"

"That sounds great." He enthused.

Helena nodded. Okay, so this wasn't just about sex for him, good.

"So...Now what?" Vic asked.

"I don't know, you want to, um, sleep together?"

Vic raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean." She scowled. Helenas' eyes drifted down to his waist, looking at the very impressive bulge in his pants. "Uh, you think you can do this? You seem pretty...energetic right now."

Vic turned bright red. "Uh, it'll go away in a few minutes." He muttered looking down.

Helena laughed and lifted up her sheet. "Get in, dummy."

Vic complied and got under the sheets. For a second, it was awkward and neither of them really knew how they were supposed to do this. "You can hold me if you like." Helena offered.

Vic smiled lightly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She smiled and placed a hand on his bare chest, snuggling against him. For a few seconds they were quiet. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Vic asked suddenly.

For a second Helena was silent. "Yes."

"Okay." Vic murmured bending down and giving her cheek a soft kiss. She smiled before laughing softly.

"What?" Vic murmured.

"Nothing, it's just...if someone had told me a year ago that right now you would know about Bella and be fine about it, that you were trying really hard to be a good dad, and that we were in bed together right now I would have probably punched them in the face. But I mean look, here we are."

Q chuckled and held her tighter. "Funny how things work."

"...Do you think we're going to work?"

"Yes." He said instantly.

Helena smiled. "I knew you'd say that. 'Night Vic."

"Good night, Helena." He murmured giving her cheek another kiss.

They slept.

"Hey Tony, you get any word from the boss yet?"

"If I did, don't you think I'd have told you, Cecil!"

"Sorry Tony."

"Think Cecil, think! The boss wants us to bust him out soon, and we'll never get to unless you start to think!"

"Yes, Tony."

"Now do you got the devices in place?"

"Yeah, the apartments bugged so when Mandragora gets out he'll know where to look."

"Good job, Cecil."

"I try, Tony."

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