whose arms will hold you

by thrakaboom

Summary:

Hippolyta and Lyta reflect on each other.

ficmas day 12: new year's eve

Notes:

Lyta killing Chronos refers to Sandman Presents: The Furies, which I am a huge fan of. And Lyta will always remember Earth-2 TO ME....

Hippolyta mused on the young woman who had her name. She looked so much like Helena, right down to the glint of madness in her eyes. And it wasn't fair to call her a young woman, really. She'd had her own child after all. Hermes had spoken highly of Lyta Trevor-Hall and her private battle and execution of Chronos, when he had spoken to Hippolyta. And Lyta Trevor Hall had trekked through the Underworld and back, what was it? Three times now? 

And that was just the times the Queen of the Amazons had been granted with the knowledge of. 

No, not quite a young woman then. But still... Much younger than Hippolyta, and an immortal could be excused for the editorializing. 

They had not met, Hippolyta and Helena's daughter. They circled each other but their paths in the JSA never managed to cross. Lyta dead, then Hippolyta in the well of souls, and over and over. But New Year's Eve was a party and if Hippolyta could say one things for her friends in man's world it is that they loved to throw a party. And they had been circling each other but not quite meeting for more than an exchange of words all night. 

But it must have been Lyta's husband's turn to be dead, because she was left standing alone as the ball began to drop. It was easy for Hippolyta to slide beside her and for them to toast their champagne glasses as the numbers got smaller. It was easy for Hippolyta to press her lips right under where the tiara rested on her brow. 

And it was easy for Lyta to smile and lean into it. 

"I would like, this year, to get to know you better," Hippolyta said over the cheers, slighting a maternal arm around Lyta's shoulder. "You are my granddaughter of a sort, after all." 

"I would like that too!" Lyta said at the same volume.

She did not tell Hippolyta that she had known her once, how she remembered her grandmother on Themyscira being in charge of the summers she sent there, or the photographs of her Diana Prince and Steve Trevor had in their home. Lyta did not tell Hippolyta how familiar her arm was around her shoulder. Lyta was well familiar with not saying these sorts of things at all, two worlds away and numerous crisises from where her memory stretched. 

Besides, the new year was for looking forward, not back. And this Hippolyta was not the one she had known. 

Lyta Trevor smiled, and kissed Hippolyta's cheek.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 12 of 2025's 12 Days of Ficmas