Who: Harley and Helena What: Helena gets canon punctured When: Mid july Where: Their house Status: complete Rating: PG-13
July was definitely not the best month for Helena, but she was getting through it. She’d spent July 14th with Christina at Disneyland, and it had been a better day than she’d anticipated. Of course, Helena was exhausted, both physically and mentally, when they’d gotten home, but she’d managed to do something fun that day.
Now it was just a matter of letting the days pass and trying to unwind herself from the intense emotions she always got at this time of year. Helena was planted on the couch with her laptop. She was googling something about H.G. Wells, and as things tended to be where googling was concerned, one link led to another and somehow Helena found herself discovering that H.G. Wells had an apparent fictional appearance in a television show called Warehouse 13. A show which had H.G. Wells portrayed as being female.
“What the bloody fucking hell?” Helena cursed as she started to read about the show’s premise. Myka and Pete were mentioned, and she had little doubt about whether it was what she’d dreamed or not. And she suddenly wanted to punch something. Or break something.
Possibly both.
Harley had done her best to be a good wifey for Helena. She’d let them have their day, kept out of Helena’s way sometimes and pampered her other times. But she heard the cursing and what sounded like a fist on something, so she came to investigate. She saw what was on Helen’s screen and whistled. “Oh boy.”
About the only good thing that Helena could say was that the show seemed to focus on Myka and Pete, and not on her. But it left her wondering just how much of her life was shown on the show. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed in exasperation, then looked over at Harley when she came over to look. “Apparently you are no longer the only one in this family who has a fictionalized life here.”
“Well.” Harley shrugged. “I discovered the show last month and totally binge watched it, but couldn’t never figure out how to tell ya. Cause I don’t think you’d be too keen on the idea.”
At least she admitted it, which was better than pretending she didn’t know a thing.
Hearing what Harley had to say, Helena clenched her jaw a bit. Luckily for Harley, Helena wasn’t upset that she’d known about this and hadn’t told her. Helena didn’t really want to know, but she had no choice about it now. She knew now and couldn’t go back from it.
“So, how much does the show cover my life?” From what little she’d read, it seemed more like a supporting role or something. If she could even say that her life could be a role for some actor to play.
“Most of the pertinent details are covered. There’s lots of flashbacks, but you’re only in about 4 episodes a season but boy are they doozies.”
It really kind of sucked, being the supporting character in someone else’s story. Harley had been that way at first. The Joker’s sidekick, and much maligned and abused girlfriend. But she’d eventually gotten her own story. Maybe they’d do a spinoff for Helena.
Helena nodded a bit. “Considering my dreams, I am not surprised that the episodes I am in pack a punch.” Especially during the stretch when she was the villain planning to destroy the world. “I’m a bit relieved in a way. I mean in that by the synopsis I was reading, Myka and Pete were the main characters.” Which meant Helena’s story was not told in a linear, chronological fashion.
“But in another way, I do not like certain details of my life being public knowledge.” It really didn’t sit right with her, especially where her daughter’s death was concerned. She didn’t care if she was sympathetic or not, she just didn’t like that the general public could watch a show and know some intimate details of her life like that.
Though she did have a question about that. “Did...did the show ever actually show how Christina died? Or was it just talked about?”
“The funny thing about this, is not everyone.. Knows? Like you didn’t find out ‘till today, an’ I didn’t find out at first either. An’ I’ve known people who never know, but I’m pretty sure everyone that dreams is in the same boat.” Harley had met people who she’d seen on tv or in a movie, but she’d actually felt as though she couldn’t tell them. Like there was a block.
She sat down next to her wife. “They never show it. Just you telling Myka what happened.”
“That is something.” It probably meant the show she was from wasn’t as immensely popular as, say, the Marvel movies were. But it still meant that people could find the show and learn about her and her life. Helena didn’t like that. She prefered keeping a steel grip on the personal details of her life.
“I suppose that is better than showing it.” Helena could picture when she’d told Myka about Christina. That conversation in the graveyard had been a rather revealing one. It was one of the few moments where she’d let herself open up. Yes, it had a manipulative spin to it because she knew Myka was going to be the easiest of the agents to sway to her side and help her get back into the Warehouse proper to accomplish her larger plan. But Helena couldn’t fake the emotions she’d had during that conversation, and it had hurt to talk about Christina.
“The show wasn’t that big on the gruesome details, be kinda glad it wasn’t on HBO.” Harley put her hand on Helena’s back, rubbing it in circles. “It’s kind of a cult classic show. The way Dr. Who used to be.”
“I am more than relieved about that,” she said as she took a breath. It definitely wasn’t easy learning there was a television show that had your life portrayed in it in some fashion. Helena focused on Harley’s hand on her back, and she looked at her. “How do you handle knowing that there are movies, television shows and comics out there about you?” Helena meant it on a deeper level. She knew Harley embraced it, but did it ever upset her knowing people could easily access the details of her life?
“I mean… I just do? Ain’t sure I can translate that into words that’ll help you, doll.” Harley moved over and sat in Helena’s lap, carelessly dislodging the laptop. “It’s out there, can’t take it back. And like...people love me? I inspire people. Or the just jerk off to me, you should see some of the porn, there was this one with a-- anyway, I’m sure people jerk it to you too!”
That probably wasn’t helpful.
Right now, Helena could care less about the computer. She’d retrieve it later. Instead, she slid her arms around Harley’s middle as she listened. Her nose wrinkled a bit at the idea of porn of her being out there. She knew she was attractive, and she definitely wasn’t shy about anything sex-related, but that felt a little weird to her.
“I suppose if I can inspire people or something, that is enough.” Inspire people that no matter how bad things may be, how painful a loss may be, one can always find their way out and make a better life. Helena was damn resilient, no one could say she wasn’t.
Harley had read fanfiction. Some of it had been really good, actually, of Helena and Myka. She leaned her forehead against her wife’s and smiled at her with the kind of smile meant to chase away the darkness.
Harley found most of the fap material funny. “You’re a woman, so very intelligent an’ you had this beautiful love story that inspired people.”
She took some slow, deep breaths, closing her eyes as Harley leaned her forehead against her own. It was still a shock, and she didn’t quite know what to really do with this information. Though she supposed if Asami wanted to better understand her, she could point her to that to fill in the gaps that she couldn’t put words to.
“It’s nice to know that people got that love story. Even if Myka wasn’t the one I ended up with.”
Harley nodded her head. It felt like general network meddling and fuckery, but mostly because Myka and whatshisface didn't actually have that kinda chemistry. Not like with Helena. Or like with a watermelon.
"They totally did."
In her dreams, Helena hadn’t believed it when Myka and Pete had hooked up. That was something that came out of nowhere. And it wasn’t even out of a place of jealousy either. It was mostly wondering how the hell it happened when Myka and Pete had seemed to have a sibling-type of relationship than anything else.
“Then that is good, at least. Might off-set the people that hate me.”
“Well. Some people always will.” Harley waved her hand. She had her share of haters, both in real life and in her fictional life. “But we know you, and Christina knows you. And even Myka knows you.” She cupped her face. “You’ve got a good heart. Trust me, I’ve got a PH’d!”
Looking at Harley when she cupped her face, it was difficult to keep a straight face. She smiled a bit and even chuckled, giving Harley a little squeeze in her arms. “You are a very smart woman, so I should listen to you on that.” Helena had always recognized Harley’s intelligence, and she loved that about her.
Not everyone did, and that Helena recognized it was a source of her affection. “You indulge me so much. It’s only fair I return the favor. But I can finally get that t-shirt I’ve wanted since I saw it! Then we can wear each other!”
“You saw a t-shirt with me on it?” Helena asked, actually a little curious about that. “I suppose it is only fair to wear each other.” Helena had a little Harley collection of her own. She supposed it was only fair that Harley have one of her in return.
“Yeah! It’s not official, there really ain’t anything official about your show, but fans make all kinds of stuff! I saw one that was really cute and I wanted it but I thought it would be weird.”
“Weird at least until I found out.” Helena took a breath, letting it out slowly. “Sounds like there are many creative people out there who enjoy this show.”
“Do you want to watch it sometime? Or might it be… weird?” what was weirder and more painful, seeing one’s story play out, or seeing Myka’s story. It always hurt Harley when she picked up a comic with Red.
“I might. Doing so may help me understand somethings about Myka.” Helena knew Myka inside and out, but there were still details she didn’t know. It might hurt to see some of Myka’s pains play out on screen, but it would help give context to some of their interactions. It would also make her miss Claudia, Artie and even Pete.
“Though I have to ask. Was it difficult for you to watch me die?” She was, of course, referring to her heroic sacrifice to save Myka, Pete and Artie. Harley would also understand why Helena had an emotional reaction to the smell of apples.
“Of course!” Harley hugged her tightly. “I mean I had a spoiler, knew you’d come back, but it still hurt. Makes you an even bigger here in my book. Such a dramatic moment it’s obvious you’re a writer!”
Helena returned the hug, taking a moment to revel in it. She did need a hug after this revelation. “Well, I am glad about that. Though I did not intend to come back, of course. I simply did what was right, and not all of us needed to die.” Of course, Claudia and Leena had been in the bed and breakfast and thus would have survived. But Artie, Myka and Pete also needed to survive. And Helena wasn’t going to let Myka die if there was something she could do about it.
“The good of the many outweigh the one, or the few,” Harley nodded, quoting a great philosopher Dr. Spock. “You did the right thing, baby. An’ I know you’d do it again, but let me take the fall if something happens, okay? I’m a comic book, we never stay dead for long!”
“I suppose we shall have to see, won’t we? I did not stay dead for long either.” Of course, it was courtesy of an Artifact that turned the clock back a full twenty-four hours. But it still counted. “I would prefer it if neither of us died. After all, we have a daughter that needs us.” Stating that could easily bring up a whole different conversation about a larger family, which hadn’t been Helena’s intention, but she wouldn’t say no to talking about it.
Harley nodded. She had her own daughter too, but she wasn’t really allowed to see her. Except for the holidays apparently. Hannakuh. Or wishes. Harley would make the same wish every year, now that she knew it could come true.
But Christina was hers now too. Forever and always. “We do. So when you walk her down the aisle I get to hold the shotgun on the other person right?”
Three seconds later, Harley twigged onto something in Helena’s words. “....do you wanna knock me up?”
Helena had to chuckle a bit. “Yes, you can hold the shotgun on the other person. One of us has to.” Of course, Helena would read the riot act to absolutely anyone that wanted to date Christina. She was more than a little over-protective, which wasn’t helped by her dreams.
At Harley’s question, Helena looked at her, pursing her lips momentarily. “If you want to be knocked up. Or you could knock me up if you wanted? I’m not going to pressure you or anything, but we could have a child we both can raise from birth.” She knew Harley never had the chance to raise her own daughter, and Helena had raised Christina alone up until she and Harley had gotten serious. Having a child together that they could both raise together could be a nice thing. And Christina and Lucy could both have a little sibling to play with.
“Too bad we don’t got the equipment to make it fun, but maybe we could invent something.” Or maybe Helena could invent something, she was the genius in the family, Harley just worked with minds.
“Short of such an invention or one of us turning male, we have to stick with the less fun way.” Helena commented. “But you would like to have a child with me?” That was inferred in Harley’s response, but it was best to hear it plainly.
“Yes,” Harley said plainly. “Yes I would.”
This answer she knew had to be straight.
Helena had to smile at that. Taking an arm from around Harley, she took one of her hands in her own, threading their fingers together. “I would love that.” Of course, they had two options open to them currently, one which required a doctor, and the other being adoption.
They could figure out the details later. For now, Harley snuggled into Helena’s arms and closed her eyes. “I’d like the try the preggers thing without all the, you know, fear. For once.”
Her smile softened and Helena held Harley close. “You certainly deserve that, love. And I don’t think there’s anyone who could love their child more than you.” Helena knew Harley had a lot of love in her heart, and that she loved children. She wanted to give her that kind of happiness.