FANDOM: Birds of Prey
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, including this show, or its characters.
RATING: G, still insanely prude.
WARNING: None, remember I am still insanely prude.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much to everyone that responded to Silent Tears and myself, I truly appreciate that you took the time to consider my fan fiction. Thank you. Sorry the poems in this one are horrible.
SUMMARY: Well it is a continuation of Silent Tears.
Dinah walked, almost floated even, into Barbara's classroom, ready for the much needed weekend. Barbara turned at the sound of her young protégé entering with a smile.
"So, how did the poem go?"
"Uh, well, the teacher liked it. Yeah he liked it so much that he wants me to enter it in the school poetry contest."
"Really that is great. Can I read it?"
"Uh, well, sure." Dinah dug into her backpack and pulled out the poem. Nervously she handed the piece of paper to her friend, fearing that she may find out her guarded secret. Dinah uncomfortably shifted her weight from foot to foot, as she anticipated Barbara's reaction. The redhead looked up from the piece of paper with a small smile seeping across her face.
"I like it, I like it a lot, but you know forever is a long time?"
"You also know that you could just tell her, right?"
"Wait, her? You know who I wrote that to?"
"Dinah, need I remind you that I am the all knowing Oracle."
"How long have you known?"
"Well I just thought that you had a crush, but that poem is full on love."
"Yeah, I know."
"You could tell her. She might understand."
"And she might not."
"Dinah, I have known Helena for a…"
"Are you ready?"
Barbara grabbed her things and followed Dinah to the car. She had an innate feeling that it was going to be a long, very long weekend.
Dinah walked into the kitchen and found Helena leaning into the refrigerator rummaging for food. Dinah froze staring at Helena's form. The curves, the hints of…
"This whole you ogling me thing was flattering before, now it is just annoying so if you don't mind stop."
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Dinah asked trying to pull her self desperately out of the thoughts polluting her mind.
"You know exactly what I am talking about."
"No, I don't."
"Fine, if that is how you want to play it."
Barbara came rolling into the kitchen, with a huge smile on her face. Both Dinah and Helena looked at her skeptically.
"So Helena, did Dinah tell you her good news?"
"Good news,?" The two asked in unison. Barbara simply smiled moving forward with her plan.
"Well, Dinah wrote a poem and her English teacher wants her to enter it into the school contest."
"Really? That is cool kid. Can I read it?"
Dinah shot death rays at Barbara, wishing for a second that her power of telekinesis was actually the power to make annoying people shut up. Barbara just smiled, a sweet knowing smile at Dinah and then handed the poem to Helena. Helena glanced back and forth between the two, wondering what game Barbara was playing, then grabbed the poem. Dinah shifted restlessly as it seemed to take eternity for Helena to finish the poem.
When she did, Helena looked up from the piece of paper with a sly smile on her face and asked, "Are you sure you are not ogling me?" Dinah pulled to meet her eyes with Helena's mischievous blues, completely not expecting that to be her response to the poem.
"Uh, what? NO!"
Helena slightly laughed at the kid's confusion.
"Don't worry. I am just joking. I like the poem a lot. But forever is a long time."
"Yeah, I have been told that before."
"Well, I have got to go. I'll be back at about eleven for sweeps, okay?" Helena said as she turned her attention back to the redhead.
"Sure, have a good shift."
Helena handed the poem to Dinah, and held her in a mini-staring contest for a moment and then left the room. Dinah stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes and then turned ferociously towards her mentor turned prey.
"What the hell!? You had no right to do that!"
"What? I have no idea what you are talking about." Barbara stated playing coy.
"Yeah sure whatever."
Dinah angrily walked from the room and stormed into her own bedroom and slammed the door closed. She wished she were a bear and could go into a state of hibernation until the embarrassment wore off.
"Why did you write that poem?" Dinah jumped and faced the person with the familiar voice. She hadn't even heard her bedroom door opening, let alone the woman who had done it.
"It was an assignment. I had to write a poem to someone and that is what I wrote."
"Who did you write it to?" Helena asked, intently staring into Dinah's eyes.
"Uh, why is that important to you?" Dinah asked averting her eyes from the crushing gaze.
"Because your important to me, and that was a really serious poem and I, well, I just wanted to know who you wrote it to."
"I can't tell you, it's too personal."
"Okay, fair enough. I'll see you later." Helena watched Dinah closely for a few seconds, and then turned and took a few steps out of the room.
"You." Dinah muttered under her breath, but the keen ears of the Huntress picked it up none the less, making her stop dead in her tracks. Dinah quickly realized her mistake and turned from the door and chastised herself. The two women stood with their backs to each other as both tried vainly to figure out where to go. Seconds, minutes, eternity passed as the two sweated bullets of uncertainty. Finally, the two turned around and faced each other at the same time. Staring intimately into searching eyes the girls stood seeking answers.
"Me?" Helena asked, with the voice of a small petrified child.
"Yeah, uh, you."
"You wrote that poem for me?" Helena asked with the same scare in her voice.
"Um yeah, I did."
"I make you cry?"
Dinah was taken off guard by the question, she was expecting, anger, rage, relentless teasing, not shock, and certainly not guilt from Helena. Dinah could see the overpowering pain and new found knowledge taking over ice blue eyes, a single tear fell from her left eye. Helena seeing the tear swooped in on Dinah and swiped the wetness away with the soft pad of her thumb. Gazing at her thumb, tears sprung into Helena's eyes.
"Helena?" Dinah asked after a few minutes of watching Helena gape at her own thumb.
"I don't want to kill you Dinah, I don't want to make you cry. Dinah, I see you and I need you, but this is…"
"Just a school girl crush." Dinah finished for Helena, as anger seeped into her words.
"No, Dinah. That wasn't what I was going to say. That poem, your feelings are real, so real that they hurt you, they make you cry. I make you cry. I would never put your pain, your love in such a stupid category of teenager hormones."
"Then what? What were you going to say?"
"I don't know, Dinah, I don't know where to go or what to say. I think I feel the same… uh… the same way, but I am scared."
"Because, I have never fallen in love before. I don't think I could handle it, the world could handle it."
Dinah didn't know what to say. She was completely put into a state of befuddlement by the entire situation. Helena was falling for her, but she was scarred, she was just shocked. Dinah couldn't speak, so she leaned into the woman and softly placed her lips on Helena's. Neither intensified the kiss, or let it go. They just stood there lips melded into one. Helena moved her hand to Dinah's neck, and then pulled away. Using her free hand Helena grabbed Dinah's hand and lead her to the bed. They both laid down on the covers facing each other. Helena placed her hand on Dinah's cheek and lightly stroked her face. Neither spoke, leaving the pounding questions for the next day. The two laid there staring into each other's eyes allowing for a just a second to let the moment be perfect. Slowly the two drifted off to sleep.
Dinah intently watched Helena peacefully sleeping next to her in the bed. She was so excited, so happy, so everything, except tired. She moved from the bed silently to her desk and pulled out her notebook. Glancing back at Helena she wrote another poem under "Silent Tears"
"Tears still streak,
But not of fear,
But rather of elation,
I don't know what tomorrow brings,
Or even if the sun will shine,
But looking in her eyes,
I know for this second,
That forever finally came."
Dinah gazed back at the form sleeping on her bed and smiled as she closed her notebook. Climbing back into the bed she fell into a deep delighted slumber.
Dinah opened her eyes and glanced over at the pillow beside her only to find a piece of paper folded in half instead of the beauty of Helena. With sluggish movements, Dinah sat up and grabbed the note. Inside she found a poem that read:
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't know why,
But I think I am falling in love with you,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wished I lived in a world,
Where I could be in love with you,
But just because roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Doesn't mean the world would understand
Me being in love with you."
Dinah looked at the poem only meant for her eyes to read, as the smoldering tears blinded her sight. For in that second she knew that forever had passed, never to come again.