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Bitter Endings, Sweet Beginnings: Part Two
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“Sorry Slug?” asked Alice playfully, deliberately getting the name wrong.
“Surrey Slog,” said Helena who formed an exaggerated expression of insult then deciding to get the blonde back by poking her in the side. Chuckling when Alice screeched and tried to roll away from her. “You’re simply adorable, darling,” she murmured fondly, ruffling Alice’s hair when she snuggled back onto her shoulder. “I feel dreadful even attempting to return your own evil behaviors back onto your person.”
“As you should,” said Alice in supreme satisfaction. She peered up at Helena expectantly, waving her hands in a circle as she prompted, “You were fifteen”
“I was fifteen,” Helena rolled her eyes and looked up at the bright blue sky, trying to decide if a certain cloud looked like a kitten or a Volkswagen. “And I was running in the Surrey Slog, not Sorry Slug, mind you,” she drawled lightly, playing with Alice’s silken locks and smiling softly when the blonde giggled and pressed into her. “Halfway through, the race entered some of the greener parts of the countryside, partially in the woods and such,” Helena paused and recalled it fondly. It had been a terribly pretty pathway, after all. “It was then that I reached the dreaded fork the road and found the sign meant to direct me in which route to follow was lying flat on its backside, facing towards me. Certainly, even I knew I wasn’t meant to be go backwards but as for which path to take, left or right?” Helena shrugged slightly and looked down at Alice who was grinning at her. “I hadn’t the slightest clue.”
“What did you do?” asked Alice eagerly.
“I reached into my pocket and retrieved my Queen Anne farthing, a present from my father which I always carry,” noted Helena, moving to retrieve the coin as she spoke and showing it to Alice who peered at the copper coin that looked positively ancient. “Then I flipped it,” Helena declared with a grin, shifting and putting the coin safely away. “As it landed to reveal Queen Anne’s majestic features, I went right.”
“It wasn’t the right way, was it?” said Alice in wry tones.
“Quite,” said Helena rather drolly. “Right wasn’t right at all but I didn’t discover that entirely important fact until I ran three kilometers and was told by a concerned dairy farmer that he wagered I was heading in the wrong direction.”
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so ok – you were totally right – i loved dana’s pov and it totally makes sense and you just rock for the way you make me still love her even though she broke Alice’s heart.
And again, you were right, Jenny is the perfect friend for Alice and Helena and her ‘weirdness’ fits perfectly and is something endearing in this, not off putting as it is on the show.
And finally – the comfort that alice and helena find in their shared experiences, insecurities and needs was just perfect! Loved it – but then again, knew I would! Great job!!!
Bagpuss Rocks I and my friends were bought up on him. Best British kids tv show ever!! Bring bagpuss to the world!
Hey now… lol. I’ve got nothing against Bagpuss! The show was cool but I’m mildly freaked out by it. Then again, I’m mildly freaked out by lawn gnomes too. Brrr. Lawn gnomes. Anyway, Helena and Jenny like Bagpuss. They just find it somewhat disturbing, much like me. =P
You’re good.. you’re good. You actually MAKE me like Helena… ;)
Positively loving this, anyone who takes the time to properly write Helena *and* who writes her so damn well gets heaps of gold stars in my book. =) And I’m even picking up on the joys of Helacious =D Squeee
This is great! It’s nice seeing Helena portrayed as someone who does actually have a good side! I’m enjoying it very muchly
Thank You! For reasons in no particular order:
1. For writing Jenny in a way that isn’t about her “bad” weirdss. For actually writing her as someone who underneath all the complexities i still someone who can be kind, and defintely someone can see Alice having a friendsip with.
2. For Dana’s pov–I danish shipper at heart and will be, damn all season 3 spoilers and what not, and even though this is helacious story at heart, there are still those undercurrents of Danish, which will always be true for me, no matter what happens with them.
3. For writing helacious in such a way that even I, as a self proclaimed Danisher, can enjoy and even root for. I can only hope (perhaps foolishly)that the writers of TLW will do as much justice.
You are by far my favorite Fan Fic writer on this board–effortlessly weaving stories together that explore connection, love and all the good stuff in between.
I loved this and I’m a little upset that you got four stars considering some of the crap on this board that gets five stars. Dumb fuckers.
Anyway. I already told you what I liked, but I think my favourite parts were getting into Helena’s background and in her head, particularly with her father and the issues she has with her mother and the thing about her running. Ha! I always got lost running cross-country and as I told you, getting lost 13 times is nothing to me because I got lost a lot more times than that. People totally do get lost! And how cute was it that Helena was all fixated and upset that she placed fourth after going a mile and half out of her way? Priceless and so her because she would totally demand so much of herself even at age 15.
And ohh, that last part with the phone call and the dinner arrangements and everything? God.
You’re killing me with Helacious cuteness!
great as always
Not content with making us love Helacious, now you’re going to make me like Jenny! This is a great chapter. The insight into Dana: the scene where she watched Alice in the Planet was just painful. I loved the scene at the end when Alice called Helena. Great mix of tension and humour. And, finally, speaking as someone from the UK: don’t knock Bagpuss! (OK, it was weird, what can I say).