Fan Fiction
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Celestial
Suddenly, Carmen felt the unbearable weight of time and when Helena knocked on her closed window and smiled, she stood up and motioned to the front door.
”Moooooove! Ask the angels who they’re calling,
Go ask the angels if they’re calling to thee
Ask the angels while they’re falling
Who that person could possibly be…”
“Hey”, Helena said when Carmen opened the door.
Carmen sighed and mustered up a smile.
“Hi, Hel”.
“Are you alone?”.
“Yeah”, in a tired whisper.
Helena arched her eyebrows and chuckled.
“Can I come in?”.
Carmen bit her bottom lip and freed the way.
“Of course. Sorry. I was just… uhm…”.
“Distracted”.
“…Distracted, yeah…”, Carmen nodded, closing the door behind her back.
“Into your own world, as usual”, Helena smiled gently, sitting on the couch and glancing at the half-empty bottle on the floor, “Hi Earl”.
“What about your transplant?”, Carmen asked, casually. She sat down by Helena’s side, caressing Earl’s head, keeping her eyes stubbornly focused on the floor.
“The patient is okay”, Helena considered, meditatively, “And Dana’s homeless baby is, too”.
Carmen looked up, surprised. She narrowed her eyes in confusion and interest, and stared at Helena.
Helena moved a strand of hair behind Carmen’s ear and leaned forward to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Choanal atresia”, she said when she pulled back, “There was hardly any air getting through. The baby would never sleep”.
Carmen nodded slowly, knowingly. She felt like crying and she didn’t know why.
“How did you know?”, Helena asked, softly.
Carmen shrugged and let out a small, shaking sigh.
“I don’t know. I just… knew…”, she whispered.
“Well, it was a pretty intuitive call”.
“Think so?”, Carmen scoffed bitterly.
“I couldn’t have done it better”, Helena nodded proudly.
“Well, that’s a compliment”, Carmen agreed, “Thanks, Hel”.
“Carmen?”.
“Yeah”.
“Are you okay?”.
Helena’s voice in a murmur and Carmen wanted to scream that no, she wasn’t fucking okay. She had never been less okay in her entire life.
“I’m great”, she muttered, though, drinking another sip of beer.
Helena observed her, concerned, for a long time. Then her face relaxed, and her hand reached out for Carmen’s knee. She caressed it slightly, slowly.
“I wanna spend my time with you”, Helena murmured, “Marry me, Carmen”.
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(21 votes, average: 3.62 out of 5)
ok…so did anyone manage or bother to ask earl if this was ok for shane or carmen or earl? now shane fell to earth. will she now try the pear and describe the taste?great story. thanks again for taking the time to share.