Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars (I could use a wish right now)
Summary: Brain said Patricia/Helene (Adler) & María/Helene (Spillane) angst so I wrote a little thing about them during the missing time.
Fandom: Relics of the Lost Age & HPHM (rewrite!) fusion aka I'm stealing characters (Patricia Rakepick & Helenr Adler my beloved) and adding them to this to spice up life <3
Characters: Helene Spillane, Patricia Rakepick Sánchez, María García Pérez, Helene Margarethe Adler
Pairing: Helene Spillane/Patricia Sánchez, Helene Spillane/María García Pérez (Mentioned), María García Pérez&Helene Adler, Patricia Sánchez/Helene Adler (Mentioned)
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"I still want her."
The whispered confession broke the silence between them.
"Of course, Spillane. I know."
"Sánchez..."
"No, listen."
Patricia moves to face Helene in the eyes.
"You've got a big heart, Spillane. But you've already given it to her. And that's fine, because... I also have-- had someone else."
"Oh."
"This arrangement we have... it's fine. It's just two women seeking comfort with each other. God knows there's little trust to find ourselves good trysts these days."
Silence reigns for a few moments before Helene inevitably wisecracks.
"Which part am I good with, then?"
The brunette waggles her eyebrows, and the redhead supresses an eyeroll. Instead she just moves again to be on top, pinning Helene down.
"Why don't you be a good girl and remind me, then?"
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Much, much later, Helene and Patricia lie back, satisfied.
"So..."
"So?"
"Don't make this weirder than it has to, Patty-dearest."
The redhead sighs, and runs a hand through her hair.
"You're lucky you're cute."
"I know. My looks are my second best asset."
"What's the first?"
"My boobs or ass, take a pick."
"Fine, you spoilsport. Sharp mind, alright? You can pick with it later. Now spill!"
Patricia laughs, not expecting that answer.
"Very crass, Spillane."
"Ugh, fine. Her name's Helene--"
Helene immediately interrupts.
"I have so many things I want to say about that right now--"
Patricia takes a hand and lazily slaps it on to the brunette's lips.
"Let me finish, damn."
Helene's eyes crinkle in delight, nodding once to let the redhead know she'll be quiet now.
"Alright, as I was saying. Her name's Helene. Helene Adler."
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"Adler."
"García."
Hazel and Cerulean orbs clash. Both women tense, before forcibly calming themselves.
"We are not speaking of this to anyone, is that clear?"
"Crystal. That said, would you like breakfast, or would you rather leave now?"
María stares at Helene, calculating.
"What's your angle, Adler? Why be so... nice to me?"
"None as much as basic courtesy drilled by a... former partner."
The redhead knits her eyebrows for a moment, before her face smoothes over.
"Then I suppose there's no harm with breakfast before I go."
Helene moves out of bed and pads to the closet to take a robe from its hook.
"Very well. You can wash up on the baths to the left of this room."
The blonde leaves without a second glance, most likely to the kitchen. María sighs as she leans into the pillows, groaning quietly as the alcohol-induced, emotion-filled night turned into an overnight cuddle session between her and the scientist fills her mind.
[Flashback]
"Long night, García?"
"Is it ever. Can't complain about the pay, though."
The blonde snorts, rolling her eyes.
"As you always say."
She orders herself a whiskey neat, more for show than anything. Nearby, a group of soldiers let out mixed cheers and groans as someone lays down their playing cards, ending their game.
"Why are you pestering me, Adler? Don't you have some sort of mission or analysis to take care of? Or were you bored playing scientist with a bunch of fanciful loons?"
"Oh they're as tedious as ever. Don't have to remind me of that."
"Just checking."
"Hah!"
Helene sips before continuing.
"New assignments and all, but it's cute that you noticed. Sadly it seems i'm travelling with the circus next."
The redhead looks at her for a long time... then makes a face.
"Oh god, don't tell me you're--"
"Oh I am. Orders from the top, apparently. You're getting the official notice tomorrow. Forewarned is forearmed and all that."
"Is this a punishment for you or me? God."
"God long left, María."
Helene's deadpan delivery has the redhead snorting into her drink, which she should've really stopped with, 4 glasses ago.
Nearby, the soldiers have started singing and making a ruckus, agitating a nearby patron. Both women slide their gaze to the scene, before looking at one another. The blonde places her half-finished drink alongside her payment and tip to the bartender, while the redhead sighs and shrugs on her jacket.
"I'm leaving. No need to get caught up on what's coming."
"Nightcap? No strings if you're worried about that."
"Mmm."
Helene and María leave together for the night.
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"What are we doing, García?"
"Oh shut up and take off your clothes, Adler."
"María, you're drunk, I'm not going to--"
Hazel eyes glared at her.
"I know, which is why I'm giving you the privellege of just going to sleep together."
"Gee, a whole honor it is, your highness."
"Thank you. For my first order, you can shut up and get in bed."
"Kinky. I don't suppose you'd be the small spoon, then?"
"I don't trust you."
"Fair enough. Spoon me, then. It's been so long since s-"
"...Oh?"
"Seriously. I get cold, you know. You're the closest approximate substitute."
"Fine then."
Helene settles in, her back turned on María. The redhead sighs and moves her arm to wrap around the blonde.
"So who did you use to do this for?"
"Hm?"
"You're not fidgeting, nor is you distance off, which suggest it's not your first time spooning someone."
"None of your business, but you're right that this isn't my first time spooning for whiny little brats. You're lucky I'm in a giving mood, Adler."
"Well, the more you know."
Privately, Helene thought about a certain brunette in a ponytail, who she's 99% sure was the one the redhead used to do it for.
"...Who did this for you?"
"Hm? Oh, just someone from my past. P- She's much like you, to be honest."
"No one's like me, Adler."
"Yeah. You're one of a kind."
...She's fucked.
"What is it with all the Helenes that come into my life..."
---
Helene wakes up alone, as per usual with Patricia's schedule. On the nightstand lies the brass statuette she's been looking for for months, and she finally breathes a sigh of mixed annoyance and relief.
"Well played, Sánchez. Well played."
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On the other side of the ocean, Doctor García and Doctor Adler enter a conference room filled with officers, researchers, and most importantly, a certain cruel, straw-haired operative.
It was time.
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