What ever happened to Helena G. Wells? Chapter 2
Helen just smiled at her and watched curiously as the emotions swept over Helena’s face. It had been so easy really to crack her shell. After all, Helen knew this woman better than anyone. “I’m going to come inside now. Will you hurt me?” she asked seriously.
Helena looked her in the eyes for a long moment before she shook her head. “No,” she said softly.
Helen nodded and moved over to the electronic lock panel. She punched in the code and entered. The two women just looked at each other. Helena finally took a step towards her, but stopped when Helen held up her hand. “That’s close enough Helena,” she warned.
“You don’t trust me,” she said and turned her back at her. She sat down in her chair by the fireplace, legs crossed. She stared into the flames.
“Can you blame me?” Helen asked softly and sat down across from her.
Helena sighed. She looked at her, asking for answers with her dark eyes. “You loved me once Helen.”
Helen nodded. “I still do, but many things have changed. We have changed.”
Helena nodded. She fought her emotions and willed the sadness away.
“I fought them you know,” Helen said softly.
“What?” she said confused.
“I asked them not to bronze you.”
Helena gaped. “You knew? You knew all along?” she exclaimed.
Helen nodded sadly.
“How?”
“Who do you think got you into Warehouse 12?” she asked with a tiny little teasing smirk.
“You?” Helena asked shocked. She looked at her old friend and lover as if she had sprouted a second head. “How is that even possible?”
“They listen to me a great deal actually,” Helen said and smiled.
“Who?”
“The Regents of course.”
“The Regents?” Helena blurted. “Helen, please stop this game. Just tell me what’s going on,” she shouted exasperated at the woman sitting so calmly across from her.
Helen smiled. Finally some emotions from her, she thought. “I believe you’ve met Mr. Kazan.”
Helena nodded and made a face. “I can’t say I care a great deal for him. He was a pleasure to deal with in the beginning, but he ended up being such a disappointment.”
Helen chuckled. “He works for me.”
Helena’s eyebrows shot up. “He works for you?!?”
Helen nodded.
“What does that make you? The queen bee?” she snapped.
Helen shook her head. “I’m one of the overseers. There are three of us. At any given time there are three overseers who make the ultimate decisions. We have advisors. Mr. Kazan is one of mine. The Regents provide information and recommendations to him and the others. Call them an advisory board, if you like.”
Helena stared at her. “Then get me the hell out of here Helen!” she said sternly.
“I probably could, but I won’t,” she said softly.
“You won’t!” Helena yelled wild eyed. She started to get up, but sank down in her seat again when she saw Helen’s raised hand.
“You are here for your own protection darling,” Helen said softly.
Helena startled at the endearment term. She closed her eyes and fought the tears.
“They had planned to kill you.” Helen stated matter-of-factly. The emotions rippling through Helena had not gone unnoticed. She pushed forward, determined to bring her to the edge. “I convinced them that you needed socialization more than anything. That’s why I did all this,” she said and made a sweeping gesture to the room they were in. “It’s all yours Helena. Not copies, but actually yours, from your house.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I can feel the difference.”
“You have been in a very dark place for a very long time. As I tried to tell them a century ago, it is a dangerous idea to put someone so out of balance in a place devoid of love and human interaction. They didn’t listen. I think they’d planned to keep you there forever, so what did it matter to them?”
“Neanderthals,” Helena muttered darkly.
Helen smiled. “Perhaps. It was a different time. We didn’t know as much about the mind and the psyche back then, as we do now. Anyway, you are here because I asked them to bring you here. You are safe here, and perhaps together we can repair the damage done to you.”
Helena raised her head and narrowed her dark eyes. “What is this place anyway?”
“It’s called the Sanctuary. It’s a place for abnormals and people who are different.”
Helena laughed. “A place for crazy people then.”
Helen shook her head. “Not at all. I will show you, but not now. You’re not ready.” She got up and moved over to the exit. She looked back at Helena and smiled. “Get dressed Helena, and spend some time with your things. Breakfast is waiting for you in the other room,”she said gently. “I’ll be back later. For dinner.”
“Don’t bother, Helen,” she muttered.
“I will be back, and you will eat with me,” Helen said sternly.
Helena’s head snapped up when she heard the steel in Helen’s voice. She had never heard that tone from her before. Helen had always been so gentle. She realized in that moment that Helen would be a formidable foe, perhaps one that could even beat her. She nodded silently and disappeared into the bedroom.
Helena stood facing the shower in her bathroom, the only modern addition to her rooms. She looked up at the ceiling and spotted the camera. A smirk settled on her lips and she folded her arms. “Naughty,” she said and looked straight into the camera.
“It’s all right Helena,” Helen’s voice came calmly over the speakers. “I’m the only one who has access to this camera.”
Helena raised an eyebrow and slowly started to unbutton her shirt, eyes fixed on the camera. “Well, then Helen, enjoy the show,” she said huskily.
“Oh do stop it Helena,” Helen said annoyed. “I’ve seen you naked many times before. This is only for your own protection.”
Helena chuckled, pleased that she had unsettled Helen just a little. “I seem to remember that you liked to look at my naked body a great deal,” she said and shed her shirt.
Helen was silent on the other end. “No comments Helen?” she teased. “Should I assume that this means that you are otherwise occupied?”
Helen refused to take the bait. She focused on Helena’s beautiful face, avoiding looking at the rest of her body. She took a ragged breath when Helena ran her hands over her body. She was right, it did affect her. Helen shook her head trying to snap out of it. There were some things that were best left in the past, and Helena Wells was definitely one of them.