Empress Vader
10-31-2002, 09:04 AM
I'm going to be daring and post my first BoP slash fic here:
TITLE: About a First Kiss
AUTHOR: EV (empressvader01@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Dinah gets a chance to to bond with Helena and finds herself in an unexpected situation .
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Helena / Dinah (FemSlash)
FEEDBACK: I live and breath the stuff
A/N: Though it contains no graphic situations, this fic concerns the
romantic entanglements of two females, don't like it, please don't read it.
--
Dinah could hardly contain her excitement as Helena lead her up the steps
to her apartment building. As she watched Helena look for the keys to
unlock the door, she smiled. She had always wondered what her personal
style would reflect, she wondered what books she read, what kind of artwork
she had up, even what kind of magazines she read. She didn't know what to
expect. She wanted to know everything about Helena from the moment they
met. Whenever she was near her, her stomach started doing back flips.
"It's a good thing I came along. You are a creep magnet," Helena told her.
Talking more to the air than Dinah, as usual. "You need to learn how to
handle yourself when it comes to the boys. Or you're just going to end up
in these kind of situations over and over again."
"Well I'm not really good with boys or anyone for that matter. Especially
when I like them, either they're just looking to get one over on me or the
more I like them, the more they seem to hate me."
"Then with me it must have been love at first site," Helena said, throwing
her that sexy smile that could only belong to her.
The door swung open and Dinah saw ... nothing. Well, not nothing, next to
nothing. Helena had more clothes in Barbara's closet than Barbara did, so
she expected the apartment to be full of ... something. She was a
billionaire's kid, even if she rejected it. But it was just bare
necessities. A couch for sitting, a microwave, a refrigerator, a TV, and
open door revealed a bedroom with basic white sheets. Everything was so ...
basic. The only thing that had any personality was her closet. And it was
half empty. Most of her clothes were probably in the clocktower. She
expected to find something here. Something that told her about Helena, the
hidden Helena, but there was just this emptiness.
"You okay kid?" Helena asked as she closed the door behind her.
Dinah stood in the middle of the room looking around. "I don't know, I just
expected more."
"More of of what?"
"I don't know, things. The things that make us - us."
Helena shrugged, "What's the point of owning more than you can use? I can
eat, I can sleep, I have everything I need in this apartment."
"But what about the things you love?"
Helena laughed. "The one thing I loved more than anything on this planet is
gone. What's the point of anything else? Besides, I'm barely here anyway."
Then Dinah realized her apartment did say something about her. The
emptiness left by her mother's death and her father being oblivious.
"Helena, it's okay to love things, even little dumb insignificant things. A
silly little figurine, a song, a piece of jewelry that has no value except
it's memory, a picture of some place you've never been and probably will
never visit, a pet, a person."
"You're sweet kid. Tooo sweet," Helena said walking up to her and putting a
gentle hand on her cheek. It was a small connection, but it was a
connection.
"That's why the boys get over on you," Helena said as her hand dropped and
she walked across the room. "You're just a big trusting 'love me' puppy
dog. People see that and take advantage. It's to bad you don't have an
active meta power."
"What do you mean?"
"The whole "vision" thing. It's nothing that can, you know, help you kick
ass."
"Maybe you could teach me a thing or two."
Helena laughed. "Barbara's your mentor, not me."
"I notice you say that to her all the time," Dinah said.
"What?"
"You always try to distance yourself from connection with anyone. With
Barbara, it's 'Batman's your mentor, not mine.' He's your father Helena."
"He's a sperm donor Dinah. Was your mom a mother? Did she do anymore than
donate half of your DNA."
"I don't know why she gave me up, but if she came to me, wanting to give me
a chance, I wouldn't deny her that."
"Easy for you to say," Helena scoffed. "When I was a kid, I had all these
fantasies about the things I would do if I ever met my dad, the things I
would say. When it finally happened, I didn't say any of those things, I
didn't do any of those things. Everyone I ever met, be it someone who knew
him as Batguy or Bruce Wayne thought I should be dancing on the ceiling.
But that's not the way I felt." Helena stopped. "I didn't know Bruce Wayne,
but I asked him for one thing in my entire life and he couldn't give it to
me." Helena paused and looked at her young charge. "We'll just see how much
you want to celebrate if Barbara digs up your parents. Speaking of Barbara,
I should call her and tell her you're here tonight."
Dinah watched Helena on the phone. She had been let in, if only briefly. It
gave her a small sliver of satisfaction. When Helena hung up, she
cautiously walked up to Helena, trying to ignore the butterflies in her
stomach and her own fear of being rejected from "personal" territory again.
TITLE: About a First Kiss
AUTHOR: EV (empressvader01@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Dinah gets a chance to to bond with Helena and finds herself in an unexpected situation .
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Helena / Dinah (FemSlash)
FEEDBACK: I live and breath the stuff
A/N: Though it contains no graphic situations, this fic concerns the
romantic entanglements of two females, don't like it, please don't read it.
--
Dinah could hardly contain her excitement as Helena lead her up the steps
to her apartment building. As she watched Helena look for the keys to
unlock the door, she smiled. She had always wondered what her personal
style would reflect, she wondered what books she read, what kind of artwork
she had up, even what kind of magazines she read. She didn't know what to
expect. She wanted to know everything about Helena from the moment they
met. Whenever she was near her, her stomach started doing back flips.
"It's a good thing I came along. You are a creep magnet," Helena told her.
Talking more to the air than Dinah, as usual. "You need to learn how to
handle yourself when it comes to the boys. Or you're just going to end up
in these kind of situations over and over again."
"Well I'm not really good with boys or anyone for that matter. Especially
when I like them, either they're just looking to get one over on me or the
more I like them, the more they seem to hate me."
"Then with me it must have been love at first site," Helena said, throwing
her that sexy smile that could only belong to her.
The door swung open and Dinah saw ... nothing. Well, not nothing, next to
nothing. Helena had more clothes in Barbara's closet than Barbara did, so
she expected the apartment to be full of ... something. She was a
billionaire's kid, even if she rejected it. But it was just bare
necessities. A couch for sitting, a microwave, a refrigerator, a TV, and
open door revealed a bedroom with basic white sheets. Everything was so ...
basic. The only thing that had any personality was her closet. And it was
half empty. Most of her clothes were probably in the clocktower. She
expected to find something here. Something that told her about Helena, the
hidden Helena, but there was just this emptiness.
"You okay kid?" Helena asked as she closed the door behind her.
Dinah stood in the middle of the room looking around. "I don't know, I just
expected more."
"More of of what?"
"I don't know, things. The things that make us - us."
Helena shrugged, "What's the point of owning more than you can use? I can
eat, I can sleep, I have everything I need in this apartment."
"But what about the things you love?"
Helena laughed. "The one thing I loved more than anything on this planet is
gone. What's the point of anything else? Besides, I'm barely here anyway."
Then Dinah realized her apartment did say something about her. The
emptiness left by her mother's death and her father being oblivious.
"Helena, it's okay to love things, even little dumb insignificant things. A
silly little figurine, a song, a piece of jewelry that has no value except
it's memory, a picture of some place you've never been and probably will
never visit, a pet, a person."
"You're sweet kid. Tooo sweet," Helena said walking up to her and putting a
gentle hand on her cheek. It was a small connection, but it was a
connection.
"That's why the boys get over on you," Helena said as her hand dropped and
she walked across the room. "You're just a big trusting 'love me' puppy
dog. People see that and take advantage. It's to bad you don't have an
active meta power."
"What do you mean?"
"The whole "vision" thing. It's nothing that can, you know, help you kick
ass."
"Maybe you could teach me a thing or two."
Helena laughed. "Barbara's your mentor, not me."
"I notice you say that to her all the time," Dinah said.
"What?"
"You always try to distance yourself from connection with anyone. With
Barbara, it's 'Batman's your mentor, not mine.' He's your father Helena."
"He's a sperm donor Dinah. Was your mom a mother? Did she do anymore than
donate half of your DNA."
"I don't know why she gave me up, but if she came to me, wanting to give me
a chance, I wouldn't deny her that."
"Easy for you to say," Helena scoffed. "When I was a kid, I had all these
fantasies about the things I would do if I ever met my dad, the things I
would say. When it finally happened, I didn't say any of those things, I
didn't do any of those things. Everyone I ever met, be it someone who knew
him as Batguy or Bruce Wayne thought I should be dancing on the ceiling.
But that's not the way I felt." Helena stopped. "I didn't know Bruce Wayne,
but I asked him for one thing in my entire life and he couldn't give it to
me." Helena paused and looked at her young charge. "We'll just see how much
you want to celebrate if Barbara digs up your parents. Speaking of Barbara,
I should call her and tell her you're here tonight."
Dinah watched Helena on the phone. She had been let in, if only briefly. It
gave her a small sliver of satisfaction. When Helena hung up, she
cautiously walked up to Helena, trying to ignore the butterflies in her
stomach and her own fear of being rejected from "personal" territory again.