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    Ashes, ashes… Chapter 8

    Story written on November 23, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    The information that the Peabody Foundation’s research manager had pulled together about post-traumatic stress was comprehensive, but sobering.  If Tina was to begin to recover from the tragedies she’d suffered, she would need professional help.  And the longer she waited, the more desperate things might become.  So while Helena could ensure that Tina’s daily physical needs were attended to, she realized that she wasn’t able to provide the expert therapeutic care that her friend required.

     

    “Well.  We’ll just have to figure that out then, won’t we,” Helena said to herself, pushing up off the bed and zipping her bag closed.

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    “She’s not going tocheck in with us,” Shane said, paying for her coffee.  “It’s not like we’re friends.”

     

    “So, should we call her and ask if she saw Tina?”  Alice asked, shaking a packet of sugar into her steaming cup.

     

    “And when you say ‘we’ you mean I should call her, right?”

     

    “You’re the one who brought her into this in the first place.”

     

    “She has the information.  What she does with it is her decision.  I say we just back off.”

     

    “Have you talked to Tina today?”

     

    “I left a message on that ***** machine,” Shane sighed.  “She never answers any more.”

     

    “Bette says someone’s coming by for a second look at the house,” Alice said quietly.

     

    “She must be thrilled,” Shane said bitterly.

     

    “Shane–”

     

    “I know.  She’s doing her best.”

     

    “Not everybody falls apart the same way, you know?  As a big old stone stoic, you should have a better understanding of that,” Alice said.

     

    “I don’t understand it at all.  Remember what she was like after Candace, when Tina left her?  She was a total mess.  This isfuck.  A hundred time worse than that.  And she’s fine.  She’s gotten more upset about sitting in traffic than she has about this.”

     

    “She’s not fine.  She’sshe”

     

    Shane held up her hand.  “Al.  I don’t care how she is.”

     

    “Yes you do.  Come on.  You love Bette,” Alice said, frowning.

     

    “Bette is gone.”

     

    “She’s not gone.  She’slost.  But she’s still here.”

     

    “Not for long, though.  Not once the house sells,” Shane replied, sipping her coffee.

     

    Alice didn’t argue.  She was tired of arguing, tired of trying to convince everyone that Bette was a good person who was badly handling an impossible situation.  Because right now, Alice wasn’t even sure if she believed that.

     

    “I’ll stop by Tina’s later,” Shane said.

     

    “Okay.”

    –

     

    Helena shifted her overnight bag from one hand to the other as she stood outside Tina’s apartment.  For the first time since she’d walked out the same door that morning, Helena questioned what she was doing.  After all, here she was.  Uninvited.  With luggage.  The list of assumptions she had made to get to this place was staggering.

     

    “Oh, bloody *****,” Helena finally muttered, knocking on the door.

     

    Moments later, Tina was in front of her, looking at her quizzically.

     

    “I was in the neighborhood, and I thought, what a lovely evening for pad thai,” Helena said, breezing past Tina, through the door, and into the apartment.

     

    “Is that what you have in your bag?” Tina asked, closing the door and leaning against it.

     

    “Of course not, Darling.  This is where I’m keeping the spring rolls,” Helena replied, dropping the small suitcase at her feet.

     

    “Why are you here?”

     

    “I want to be your friend.  Is that all right?” Helena asked.

     

    “I’m not very good company right now,” Tina said.

     

    “I don’t need to be entertained.”

     

    “And I don’t need a babysitter.”

     

    Helena nodded, considering.  “What do you need?”

     

    Tina sighed and chewed her lower lip pensively.  “II honestly don’t know,” she said quietly.

     

    “Then how about we start with pad thai and determine the rest as we go along?” Helena asked gently.

     

    “Okay.”

     

    “Brilliant.”

    –

    As she slowed down to get in the turning lane, Shane glanced into the parking lot of Tina’s apartment building.  There, next to Tina’s car, was Helena‘s gleaming black convertible.  Without hesitation, Shane sped up again, and kept driving.

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    4. Helena is not my favorite person but she is rapidly growing positively on me. She is all set to help Tina and I appreciate that. Now if she would take the next step and go get Bette and bring her behind back to Tina and make them talk, I woould be forever grateful to her. Thanks for the post.

    6. At least they know that Helena’s taking care of her, and that Tina’s letting Helena take care of her. Seems like that’s more than anyone else has progressed. Shane’s smart in just going. What’s going on inside Bette’s head? :(

    11. You know, I really like Helena, it’s so nice to see her in a story where she isn’t getting killed or being a bitch or similar…looking forward to your next post!

    12. I was considering how to properly convey my fan fic love for you. I was gonna get your screenname tattoed in sanskrit down one of my shoulder blades. But what if you wrote something that sucked? I’d be stuck with your name. Admittedly, the odds of that happening are the odd equivalent of me commenting on the story first instead of 104 sentences into the comment box. :D Still. One can’t be too cautious. So, I’ve decided to simply tell you that are were, are and will always be one of my favorite authors. :) Though I do promise to play air guitar in your honor during your next chapter. 5 stars, as usual FFC….

    14. Every word is so heartfelt and laced with a graceful sympathy – Your writing is a pleasure to read however difficult this heartbraking topic is to write – you do manage to write every word with care. Thank you.

    15. this is a good story but i thought bette and tina learned from past mistakes- i know this is a hard thing but surely bette is wiser and won’t let helena get in again with tina–

    23. I’m attempting to get settled in and ‘comfortable’ with this child-death concept. I know I’m in good hands. Maybe this is a mystical fiction, and Angelica will rise from the dead, like Frida Kahlo, or something…Helena is gaining major points. That’s worth something. Have I told you lately you are a fantastic writer? Okay, then…Thanks!

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