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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little transference of my love of angry Helen. I started this a while ago (like years…), and decided to finish it off for IDF 2013. Happy IDF everyone!
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Helen's Anger
By KC
She's so sexy when she's angry. I see her yell at the other inmates and I go weak at the knees. The way her eyes go wild, and she ever so cutely wrinkles her nose. It's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. There's so much passion and fire in her tone, in her stance. It drives me wild!
I was wrong about her, I know that now. I thought she was sodding mad thinking she could make a difference. She has. Hell, if in the least, she's got me to bloody behave! I never thought I'd be willing to do anything for someone ever again, not after Trish. But Helen, well she's proved me very wrong.
Today I sit in my cell quietly and read. It's not a rare occurrence for me, but a visit from Helen is. And that is what I am waiting for. That is what I wait for every day. I sit quietly here, or in the library, or down with the girls behaving myself. I even hold my tongue around Bodybag now. It's an effort! But I do it for her, for Helen.
Time flies and I progress steadily through my book. I'm reading the second book of Traci Harding's 'Ancient Future' trilogy. I must admit, I am enjoying it very much. It makes me think that there might be a future for Helen and I. That if I will it enough it will happen. It's hard to have hope in here, but I try none the less.
I jump slightly when there's a soft knock at my door. My heart flutters. "Nikki?"
It's her. "Come in," I reply in my 'I'm reading, go away' voice.
She isn't fazed and enters quietly, half closing the door behind her. I sit up and make room for her to sit on the end of the bed. She does. I wait for her to speak. She is one of them after all, and I am just a lowly prisoner.
"New book?"
I nod.
"Is it good?"
"I'm still reading aren't I?"
Her lips curl, trying to hide her amusement. "I guess you are."
"So what did I do to deserve a visit? Win the lottery?"
She smiles fully this time. I love that smile. "I just wanted to see how you're going."
I look down at the open page. "As well as always I suppose. What did you expect?"
"Are you enjoying your studies?"
"I guess."
"Are you going to give me a straight answer?"
"Probably not."
She stands up, annoyed. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Can't you just have a civil conversation with someone?"
She seems on edge. Something was bothering her, but I do so love the fire in her eyes! "Maybe because talking to people just gets me riled up? Maybe because the dialogue in my books are much more to my taste?" She lifted the book and read aloud, "'And no matter what may become of us throughout the whole of time and space, just remember that I love you – always have, always will.'" (Traci Harding, An Echo in Time, Page 354)
Helen was speechless, but her eyes were alive. I put the book down and stand up. I take a step towards her and she steps back, nearly pressing her back to the door. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult?" I whisper before learning in and pressing my lips to hers. There's a moment of hesitation before she responds.
I love it when she's angry, but I love this even more.
The End