Cath4Sara

Part Two
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Disclaimer: All characters are owned by someone else (i.e not me, unfortunately). Hopefully, no copyrights were breached in my making of this fic (I didn't mean to!) and I made no money doing this whatsoever. This is purely for my entertainment, instead of studying!









Twenty minutes later, Barbara was cursing asking Helena if she wanted a drink. Although she was sure Helena could handle the affect of the alcohol on her system, she didn't account for the quick succession of vodka shots. A slightly inebriated Helena rubbed tiredly at her eyes with the heel of her hand, blearying her eyes further as the alcohol began to loosen her rigidity and her tongue. For this, and this only, Barbara was glad.



She had hardly touched her glass of wine, leaving it to slowly evaporate on the kitchen table. She almost physically flinched every time Helena slammed down the shot-glass. Giving Helena time to open up, she busied herself mixing the condensation on the elegantly shaped glass with an equally elegant finger. So lost was she in her pattern-making that she didnt notice Helena staring fixedly at the floor, eyes bright with tears, tracks evident down her slightly pale cheeks.



This shocked Barbara enough to leave her momentarily paralized - Helena crying? This was new, or at least it was in terms of the last three or four years. She remembered with heart-stopping intensity those first few nights they had shared together, comforting each other after terrible nightmares. Neither had gotten over those dreams, but for Barbara, this less composed control of emotion reminded her of a time when Helena was feeling incredibly vulnerable. * Like me * she thought, before snapping out of her thoughts, and silently moving over to comfort the younger woman. Helena immediately placed her head in Barbaras lap as soon as she realized the other womans proximity, clinging onto her as if she were her lifeline. * Which she is *. She felt Barbara running a hand through her hair, and a tear or two mingling with her own on Barbara's lap.



They stayed like that for a while, in the dim light of the kitchen, and were still there when Dinah came in, half an hour later.



"Hey, Barbara? You'd've been so proud..."



She stopped shouting as she realized that both women were asleep at the table, a half-empty bottle of vodka and glass of wine to keep them company. Helena was half in a kitchen chair, half on Barbara's lap, snoring lightly. Barbara was also sound asleep, a forgotten hand tangled in Helena's hair. Dinah approached the table quietly, trying not to wake them; and, after deciding they seemed comfortable enough, covered them with a blanket and removed Barbara's glasses. If it hadn't been for the obvious gravity of the situation that had led to this, Dinah would have found it cute. But, as such, she sadly switched out the light and went to bed.

On to part 3...