A/N I don't own these characters, wish I did though...

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Q took a step back from Helena and fought back a groan.

Everything had been going so good. He and Helena were back together, they were sexually active again, he had Helen on his kitchen counter ready for another round...

Then Dinah barged in with Ollie and messed everything up.

"Well?" Dinah half-shouted. "What?"

Helena sighed and slid off the counter. "Dinah, there's something I have to tell you..."

"Oh, do tell." Dinah fumed.

Helena tugged a strand of hair awkwardly. "Okay, it's a little hard to explain."

Ollie looked back and forth between the two. "Um, not really. It's actually kinda obvious."

Helen slowly walked over to Vic and took his hand in hers. "We decided to give it another shot." She explained.

Dinah's eyebrow twitched. "So let me get this straight," She began pinching the top of her nose. "you decided to try again for no real reason and spent the entire night fucking each others brains out!"

Vic winced at her choice of words, that seemed like such a heartless way to describe what he and Helena had done last night.

"Okay, hold on!" Helen snapped. "There were a lot of reasons and, yeah, we were in bed last night but it's not like I decided to give him another chance and two seconds later hopped into bed with him!"

"Oh, really?" Dinah glared.

"Yeah, really!"

"Then how long have you two been sneaking behind my back and doing this?"

"Like a month!"

"So you've been lying to me for a month?" Dinah screeched.

"No! Yes! Gah, kind of!" Helen admitted.

"Really Helena, after everything you've done you choose to..."

Ollie ignored the two squabbling women and looked at Vic. "So...I take it you had a pretty fun night."

He watched a hint of red appear on his friends neck. "Very fun." Vic mumbled, staring at the floor.

"So you're trying again?"

"Yes."

"Wow, and already back to sleeping with your baby mama. Not to mention she's a super-hot superhero baby mama, wait to go buddy." The emerald archer grinned patting the other man on the back.

"Uh...thank you?" Vic blinked.

"No problem. Hey, do you think they're going to kill each other?" Ollie asked peering over at the two women.

"Hope not, Helena will be furious if blood gets on her cabinets."

"Maybe they'll wrestle." Ollie said hopefully.

"Hm..."

"Is that a yes?"

Vic looked at Helena moving closer to where she kept her knives. "I hope not."

"You're not my mom so stop acting like it!"

"Well maybe if you made a good decision every now and again I wouldn't have to babysit you all the time!"

"I'm sorry, who rescued who from Rulette again?"

"One freaking time!"

Helena glared at Dinah and gripped the counter so hard her knuckles turned white. "Shut up or get the hell out."

"Get out, hah." Dinah laughed. "I can't believe you! We took you in when you had nowhere else to turn, we consider your daughter our own, we help you when you need it-"

"I didn't ask for any help."

"Well I'm glad because if this is your idea of a reward then it sucks!"

"Will you please shut up?"

"No, I won't! And you know why, because I make good decisions and I take responsibility for my mistakes. You blame everything on everyone else then make all these crappy decisions and completely screw up your daughter by letting him back into your bed!"

"Did it ever occur to you that I'm partially doing this for her?" Helena snapped as her eyes flew open in fury. "Did you ever stop to think that I might actually want to give her a complete family?"

"Where is our daughter?" Q frowned suddenly, looking around the kitchen as though she might suddenly appear. "We left her with you."

Dinahs' face suddenly fell. "That's why we're here." She said quietly.

Helena knew something was very wrong. Ignoring her anger she asked carefully, "What happened?"

"She-She was kidnapped." Dinah said sadly, not looking her in the eyes.

"Mandragoras' men took her."

Bella tiredly looked around her tiny room.

It was small, cold, and way to dirty for her liking. Honestly, Aunt Dinah would have been horrified at all the dirt.

"Well, the little Bertinelli wakes." Came an eerie voice from behind her.

Bella jumped, Ohmygod is that Chuckie? Ah, I bet it is! I've been taken by a killer doll and now he's gonna kill me! "Who are you?" She yelped instead, saying a quick prayer it wasn't a demon doll.

"Why Miss Bertinelli, you don't know me?" The voice crackled. A pale figure suddenly stepped into the light and Bella gasped. He was huge, and she didn't think it was all fat, tall, sickeningly pale, and had an evil light to his eyes.

"I," He said. "am Mandragora."

Bella felt a shiver travel down her spine. Oh God, this was worse than Chuckie! This was Mandragora, the guy who killed Nona and Grandpappy, the guy who gave Mama nightmares that made her scream and terror and fly into her room to make sure she was safe, they guy who Mama almost killed.

And, in a strange sense, the man who made it possible for her to exist.

"H-Hi Mr, uh, Dragora." She said uncertainly.

He laughed. "What a delightful little piece of meat."

"Is that a fat joke? 'Cause it's not polite to tell fat jokes, even though you probably do it to hide some of your insecurities." She added.

"Come again?"

"Well...you're not exactly the skinniest noodle in the pot if you know what I mean." She shrugged. "Maybe you should join a gym, you know, get off the couch."

"I am in prime shape!" He roared. "This is all muscle!"

"I don't think muscle is supposed to jiggle like that." Bella pointed out, genuinely confused.

"Gah! Silence you annoying little pest!"

Bella fought back the urge to inform him that breath mints would be good, too. He didn't seem like the type of guy who liked being corrected.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" She whimpered.

"Of course not little donna." A sickening smile. "My knife on the other hand, well, I am not so sure."

Isabella gulped. "Killing people doesn't make you cool or anything, it just makes people dead. You should try to fight peer pressure." She added looking over at the two other men in the corner. "You could probably just sit on them, anyways."

Mandragora fought back the urge to kill her right there. "I will be glad when I cut that annoying tongue out of your mouth."

Bellas' hands flew to cover her mouth in horror, how was she supposed to order pizza without a tongue? Or eat pizza at all, for that matter.

She felt tears pool up in her eyes as terror began to sink in, but she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve. Mama always said Bertinelli girls don't cry.

She wondered where Mama was.

Helena Bertinelli was trying to remember her policy that Bertinelli women do not cry.

Tears of anger, hatred, and pain threatened to fall but she quickly blinked them away. Her baby, her little baby girl, was in the hands of the devil himself.

Steven Mandragora.

The same bastard that had murdered her parents, stolen her childhood, and haunted her for her entire life might take away her angel. Helena slipped on her Huntress mask and looked over at Vic as he tugged on his gloves, a grim expression on his face.

"You ready?" He asked tonelessly.

"Yes." She said determinately. "And Vic?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop from killing him this time."

Q was silent. "Me neither." He admitted wanting to do as much harm as he could to the man who had hurt the two most important ladies in his life.

Helena nodded. Mandragora, in a sense, had brought Bella into this world.

Now he had the power to take her out.

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