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The L Goes On
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They sentenced me
To twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them,
First, we take Manhattan,
Then we take Berlin…
“So your mother is going to be all right?” Bette’s voice was on edge. Helena glanced up at her and shrugged. Between them sat two large chocolate chip cookies and countless empty espresso cups—they were on a bender and no one would stop them from drowning their worries in caffeine. Bette had not gotten a straight answer from Helena on the question of Peggy’s health all morning. She had whisked Helena away from the hospital at Peggy’s request, after visiting earlier.
“I think so.” Helena’s voice was too confident. But fuck it, in a time like this pessimism helped no one. She would lose her mother or she would keep her in this world, but she wouldn’t go chasing her out of it with fucked up predictions. “Anyway, she wants me to go out tomorrow night…”
“Where are you going?” Bette interrupted curiously. But before Helena could answer, Shane came skulking into the Planet.
“Oh dear.” Helena sighed, looking over at their friend. It was enough. A lecture would have been redundant and moralizing to Shane about sex with the wrong woman was neither Bette nor Helena’s right.
“Why aren’t you at work?” Shane asked Bette quietly.
“I’ve been given a few days to myself.” Bette grimaced. “Actually, I’m up for review and Phyllis is none too thrilled with Jodi’s piece and the public spectacle of our breakup.”
“Fuck it, want the Peabody corporation to take over your school?” Helena was actually serious, but Bette waved the suggestion off with a friendly smile.
Officially out of work, all three were also ordered out of the Planet by Kit, who decided that they should do something wholesome like hang out on a beach. Instead, they made their way to Bette’s house where the babysitter was also alleviated of her work early, and Angelica provided a few hours of entertainment before her afternoon nap.
“Whats that?” Angelica asked Shane of the tattoo on her elbow. She seemed fascinated and spent long moments stroking it to see if the ‘stamp’ would come off. When the little girl got bored—though she would not forget easily the promise to get a tattoo (albeit a fake one) of her own from Shane, she challenged them all to races up and down the hallway. Then came hide and go seek, in which she basically stood in front of the person counting and giggled while they pretended not to see her badly chosen ‘hiding’ place.
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yay! i was hoping you would write and you did! you’re the highlight of one very suck-ass day for me. can’t wait for more!
hello hb… hmmmmm… I am super duper happy that you are have returned and with such a great story… yep… this is why I think you freaking rock it hard my friend… you take the complexities of human existance and place it right there for all to read and see… you write emotions and self involvement and loathing like it really is… harsh…bitter… hurtful… and no matter how negative these feelings might be… you end with the truth… love is hard… working at love is hard and sometimes when you actually do find it you just don’t know what to do with it… hugs to you my sweet sweet friend, JC
Wow, you write at the core of all the insecurities, self-loathing, and inner tormoil and make me still have hope that love will hope them to overcome all those. Brilliant writing!
Great story hb. i really enjoyed it. i needed a read and i got just what i wanted. thank you so much and i hope you have another part for it XD
I’ve been a Leonard Cohen fan since forever (and will never forgive his wretched business manager for defrauding him of his retirement savings). Sorry to hear about your rough patch, hb. I’ve missed your stories terribly, so two posts in one night is a huge and unexpected pleasure. Of the rich and nuanced “The L Goes On,” I have only one request: sacrifice Sounder II if you must, but please spare the divine Peggy P. because who knows what dismal fate awaits her at the hands of IC, or She Who Doesn’t Write to Please Her Audience.
Love how you are bring all this together Love or being in love is harder than most jobs thaks
hehe, i split this one up–i do not cheat–the NEXT chappy is definately nc17 you big perv. LOL
Big perv? Wellllllll….maybe. Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black, though. I’ve seen the stuff you write.
ha! damn, and its about to get worse! its like my own personal chem lab, only its writing and its writing smut…i don’t know how the two compare, but its all very strange at times. lol
Rubs palms together gleefully. Bring it on, girl.
I said PALMS! You’ve got such a dirty mind!
hey baby i loved this. I can’t post much but i just wanted to say it’s great to have you back writing. I like that even more than having Helena back on the show! Can you just keep writing this at least once a week now to fulfil my obsession? And you never know this might inspire me to get on!
Now see, hb, you are called helebette for a REASON, because you ROCK Bette and Helena. Helebette, not tibette. Have mercy on those of us who are not slaves to the blonde, and write more Bette and Helena! Been a long time gone!
I’m so glad that you’re back at writing some amazing Helebette storys! I’m always happy to see a new chapter up from you. Amazing start on this story. pps!
Danger,danger helebette is back. It’s been awhile since you have made your presence felt. And it’s all good. Great story! PPS!!
Good to see you come up for air, HB. I’ve missed you. I had to laugh at Angelica’s version of Hide & Seek, I can see when it’s played that way that it could take the edge off innumerable cups of espresso. Can’t wait to see what lesbians do at secluded seaside estates. Even though we’re post S5, it seems your Bette & Helena have more ‘history’ than IC has given them. Who’s in the limo? Jenny (got her gun)? Phyllis? Phyllis’ kid? Dawn Dumbo? Nikki? Was I the only one thinking Nikki was going to topple backward off the railing and die on the rocks below while Shane went down on her?
Say, since when does a bit of cupping and trouser (yeah, we’ve already been over the ‘pants’ question) removal warrant an NC-17? You cheat!
wow. great to see you back. i missed you. this start looks promising (hehe, no surprise there…). pps!
wow!!! I’m sorry u r having a hard time of it. Sending ‘good’ vibes your way. Thx for the comment on my story. I missed U.I don’t know where u r taking this but I’m so glad Peggy’s lost her sweet mind & has handed over the keys to the family safe to Helena who of course needs to buy back the Film Studio and plonk Tina at the helm. Buy Bette her own ritzy Gallery. Pay for Shane’s psychiatrist. Get Tasha reinstated to her 1st love, the army & send her back to Iraq where she was ‘obviously happy’ & set Alice up with the ‘love of her life at last’. And can Tucker becuz she is so NOT for Helena who is so absolutely gorgeous that she just has to have a beautiful, woman plus her kids…I mean where have they been while she was in prison & then on the tropical island. Oh yeah, & I liked Jenny in-love so plz get her a decent gf. Max can follow Tom & Jodi back to oblivion plz!!! Anywayz having just plotted half your story I’ll leave u to write your actual story. Take care now & plz post soon.
why is funnyone rubbing her palms for is she getting ready to perform some master massage work here… ok… where’s the line up… hmmmm… ok hb you can cut in front of me… its only fair its your story… and smut and hmmmmm… dessert… JC :P