Main | Fanfic | Whole New World Index | New Stories When Ripples Catch Up To You(series 3 in the "A Whole New World" series)FEEDBACK - Oh Yes Please -You can email us docwho2000@hotmail.com authors: docwho2100 and ellie no name (docwho2000@hotmail.com) Authors' notes: Character thoughts appear between ~ ~ symbols This is the third story in the series – the other chapters can be found at the story web site http://home.comcast.net/~jstratton1/storywebsite/wholenewworld/index.htm The reference to Dissection Killings in this story is from the first story in this series home.comcast.net/~jstratton1/storywebsite/wholenewworld/index.htm - read Series I - Colonization for background Consensual relationship depicted between adult women in this story. If you have a problem with that or are under 18 please do not read.
Clock Tower ------------------------------------ "Yes, well, Sweetie. Unless you have been working on some ancient form of fighting style that uses that particular body part as the primary method of, erm, engaging the attacker, I doubt that area was injured." Barbara was having a hard time keeping a straight face as she had wheeled into the room, first aid kit in her lap. She'd helped the brunette to the shower. The affair had been quick, and in some ways painful in seeing the injuries and sluggish movements of the brunette. Not to mention the fact the young woman was just a touch surly and even remotely waspish. Traits the redhead managed to bit her tongue against knowing the drugs were just wearing off and that anyone was allowed to be a bit off after the ordeal. Even if they were being a bit childish and a tad on the brat side. Barbara maneuvered a little closer to the bed where Helena was sitting, well had been sitting until she had come in and instructed the woman to remove the towel and show her where the meta needed to be taken care off. That command had promoted the brunette to assume the position that had greeted Barbara when she had finally looked up from preparing the kit. Trying to remain distracted from her own thoughts, Helena'd managed to find some underwear and one of Barbara's pure white tanks. Now partially sprawled across the redhead's bed, Helena ran a hand over her thigh, were the last intentional cut had landed. She knew it wouldn't need much, if any, bandaging, but that didn't mean she didn't want the attention. "What about this one?" she asked. "That one looks a little..." she paused and decided to alter her initial word selection from safer to, "more in need of attention." She came up against the bed and the brunette placing herself so she could easily begin to treat the wound. Scrutinizing not just the cut but the entire area, again noting every nuance, Barbara was very gentle, "This will probably heal by morning and looks fairly clean. I could put a small piece of gauze here." The redhead traced a nail near the area that was the deepest. "You just want to move onto the ones that are gonna hurt, don't you?" Helena asked with a frown, watching Barbara's hand. "I'm what?" green eyes flickered up to catch blue. Barbara frowned then as she could just catch something more hiding behind those eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you Hel." "I know," Helena said. "Just that some of these should have healed by now..." A sigh passed through her lips as she laid her hand fully against the brunette's thigh. "The drugs slowed everything down. You should be picking back up to your old self as your system clears up." She leaned in closer placing her other hand on the brunette as well. "Is that really what is bothering you?" She asked trying to pry out what was lurking in the woman's mind. Helena shrugged, then winced, "I thought you were supposed to be fixing me up," she countered. Barbara regarded the woman for half a beat before nodding her head once and moving back. "Yes, that is the plan. I think this one I can leave and check in the morning. I'm more worried about your other injuries. What hurts the most? I'll take care of that next." Helena frowned and pulled one of the tank top's straps down her arm until the deep cut near her clavicle was obvious. Barbara kept her wince internal knowing it would not help the meta's mood. She tried to also focus on the medical and first aid she needed to administer here, not the images that kept springing to mind reminding her how this wound had been made. She leaned in close to the meta, her fingers probing to assess the extent of damage. Closing her eyes, Helena bit her lower lip. "Why do you always have to poke around?" she complained. "Because I don't want to do more harm than good and I also don't want to miss anything." Barbara replied back quickly. Too quickly she realized. She blew out a breath as she moved to fix the bandage. "Whatever," Helena muttered, turning her head away as she opened her eyes, the contact not quite enough to keep her grounded. "That word always earns a look in my class." Barbara replied, her voice smoother this time. She tucked some of Hel's hair behind her ear before moving down to finish taking care of the stab wound. "It ranks right up there with gotta and freak that and I dunno." Helena didn't say anything, just tried to ignore the aches that she felt all over. "Okay, so no help from the peanut gallery, fine." Barbara finished up her task. "How does that feel?" "Better than more poking," Helena said, rolling her head back to face the ceiling. "Not sure if it's really noteworthy or not but..." she added, pulling up one side of the tank. This time the redhead's eyes narrowed as she took in the angry red welts and the thin cut along the woman's side. She'd not been able to determine through the video feed how much damage the inmate had been able to do. Adjusting her image of the video even more now, she reached out her hand about to draw it down along the woman's side, but then stopped thinking of the earlier protests. "May I?" "Just keep from the major prodding?" Helena asked, shifting her back as she still tried to get comfortable. "No major prodding, but perhaps some minor poking?" She started to chuckle but then caught the look on Helena's face and stifled her laugh. using her thumb and index finger to carefully slide along the silky skin, her eyes assessing the damage and severity. So, what's the verdict?" Helena asked. Already busy, she took care of the one area that was still open before looking up. "You'll live. But you may never be able to walk and chew gum at the same time again." She grinned some hoping she could coax something other than a pouting look from the younger woman. At that one side of Helena's mouth raised. "So, now that I'm all bandaged up, what can you do to calm down my head? Unless you don't mind me boozing in bed?" Barbara regarded the brunette with a serious look. "If that is what you need Helena, I have some downstairs and can get you a tumbler." She rolled her lower lip some, "The only other thing I can offer is some pain meds I have and perhaps my company. Although I'm not sure if cuddling would be wise." Her eyes strayed to the shoulder she had just bandaged. "Contact," Helena spoke up, her eyes not staying still. "It's, ah, it lets me close my eyes and still know I'm here, not there. What about good old sleeping pills?" Cleaning up the first aid materials, Barbara said nothing right away. She'd caught Helena's reaction and was not sure how to respond. She wanted to push, but she doubted that action not sure if it was what would help the brunette. "Those I have too, they're my prescription, but we can make them work. I'll get some water and be right back." She laid a hand on Helena's leg. "Ok?" "Alright," Helena nodded, trying to focus on the ceiling and keep her eyes from jumping all around the room. "Are you sure?" Barbara asked not moving, her gaze focused on the meta. "I can handle a few minutes," the brunette nodded again, glancing at Barbara before returning her gaze to the ceiling. Biting on her inner cheek, Barbara nodded and turned then heading to her bathroom. She made quick work of getting ready for bed as well as getting what the pills for the meta. "And I'm back." she called as she reentered the bedroom. "Good. Now, about those pills?" Helena asked, sitting up a little more. "Let's try this. It should work." Barbara handed what she had brought and some water to Helena. "I need to get into my night clothes; I'll join you in just a moment." "Thanks," Helena said, taking the pills and swallowing the water before sinking back against the mattress. Once again shorting her normal nightly routine in favor of getting back to Helena, Barbara opted for just a t-shirt as she completed her tasks and headed back to the bed. Shifting from her chair, she began working her way onto the bed. She kept a healthy distance from the meta still not sure what the woman wanted, or needed. Helena waited until Barbara had settled before moving to close the space between them rolling to her side so her head finding just the right spot on Barbara's shoulder. After a few deep breaths she relaxed and let her eyes close. "Thank you, Barbara. For always taking care of me." Letting the brunette settle in and pick her position, Barbara waited until the young woman had stilled before relaxing her body some and shifting slightly to accommodate. She brought her hand up so she could run her fingers through the dark hair and lightly across the scalp in a stroking, soothing manner. She did this a number of times establishing a gently rhythm before responding, "You've always taken care of me. And I will always be there for you." She twisted just enough to ghost a kiss on the hair she was stroking, "It makes me happy when I can take care of you." Helena smiled a little hearing this, liking the mutual need each had and the other was able to fulfill. Sighing, she wrapped an arm around Barbara's midsection and began to let herself relax. She was finally… home. contact: docwho2000@hotmail.com page last modified - June 13, 2009 graphics from www.eosdev.com |