Trial Hellip (Helene Runyon x Lip Gallagher) Story
This is set just after their conversation at the hotel as they’re checking out (Season 6: Episode 4). I know I’m behind, but yeah, sorry.
Let me know if this is a story you would want to see continued or if you have any Hellip prompts. HELLIP NEEDS FANFICTIONS!
Lip didn’t move in his seat, quite stunned to have heard her
say that last night was nothing to her and imply that she didn’t mean what she
Helene had gone to check-out at the reception desk,
seemingly unfazed by any of it.
Lip wanted to get mad. “What
the fuck? You can’t actually believe yourself when you say that, can you?” That
was what he wanted to say. He wanted so badly to shout as he always had in
situations like these (although there weren’t many exactly like it) and call bullshit in her words. But Helene wasn’t
like a lot of the people in his life and he knew that. She would just push him
away like she’s doing now; to protect herself from whatever she thinks she
needs protecting from. He managed to convince himself that, at least for the
moment, he wanted Helene in his life even if that meant letting her keep her
walls up and hold him at arms’ length.
“You ready?” She smiled pleasantly, completely discounting
their previous conversation.
Lip just nodded a little vacantly and stood up.
She smiled agreeably this time before letting the
conversation progress. “That was certainly an eventful conference,” she said
ironically. The joke was at her own expense but, given where last night ended
up, she decided she’d rather be laughing and mocking than crying and drinking.
Walking towards the entrance doors, Lip let out a single
chuckle to play along with whatever game it was that she wanted to play.
As if there were some sort of force field though, almost
immediately after stepping out onto the sidewalk he said quietly with subtle
anger, “You don’t believe that.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. He
wanted to respect her wishes but that wasn’t going to happen. He was pissed,
and had pretty much every right to be. He knew she was protecting her emotions,
her family (specifically her husband), her career and probably more, but this
was bullshit. How come he never factored into what she thought was important
enough to protect? Not that he needed protecting, but it’d be nice to know that
someone actually gave a shit, right?
Helene tried to play it off, “Oh, I believe it. It was not
what I was expecting when I presented my findings on someone whom I’ve been
studying so intently for so long.”
“Stop playing dumb,” he stopped. He knew that she had had a
shit time too, but that still didn’t change the facts of what she said or what she felt. And so he stood,
still, unsure of whether to look at her or the ground. Very few people made him
question his motives, but she did. She was smart enough to understand why he
was pursuing them and was able to look past the stupidity of some of his
actions. “You don’t mean that,” he repeated, with a little less conviction this
Helene too stopped practically sighing with annoyance. She
turned, and sternly but politely said, “It was… an emotional night.” She stared
into his eyes before adding, “Anything I thought I was experiencing was simply
heightened by the alcohol and my unfortunate vulnerability. It wasn’t exactly
how I had planned my night to go,” she reasoned with a hint of a smile on the
corners of her lips.
“Don’t give me that,” he quickly snapped. “Yeah, last night
was shitty. You had your work ripped out from under you and that’s gotta feel
like crap, but when you said those words you meant it.” He refused to let her
words drag him under. He knew how it felt (or how it must have felt) but he
wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about the bullshit the person that
he thinks he might actually love pulled last night/this morning and how she’s
so willing to forget it ever even happened.
Don’t forget to let me know what you want to see happen with them in this story or another one!
Also, I encourage you to write your own and contribute because I literally can’t find any and I’d love to read some more!
Are you a smoker in real life? It looks like it.I am a smoker. I’ve pretty much taken the whole burden of smoking. All the Gallaghers were supposed to smoke in the first season. But Emmy doesn’t smoke, and Cameron [Monaghan, who plays Ian] doesn’t smoke either. And so what happened was, they would smoke in scenes, but it is surprisingly difficult to fake smoking if you’re not a smoker; audiences can kind of tell. And so they kind of took that away from Emmy and Cameron and now just have me smoking in literally every scene. I carry the smoking burden completely.