Love and War

Memories

I was reluctant to go to the doctor and hear how long I wouldn't be able to do crime fighting, but my mom was persistent. We were heading towards the super's doctor to figure out how long I was going to be out of commission. When I finally entered the office I felt stressed, the office was much more than an office on the inside. The outside is a simple doctor's office, but once you enter past the check-in a hospital for supers is exposed. I'd been coming here all my life, every sickness, every battle scar, this place had treated. 

I find myself sitting in the office with the same doctor scribbling down notes on a piece of paper. "So this was obtained at school, and not while working?" she asks me hardly looking up from the sheet of paper she'd been writing on. "Yes, soccer practice," I tell her recalling today's earlier events "well, you'll need to withdraw from hero activity, soccer practice, and any other physical stressors for at least 3 months. Once the 3 months are over it'd be best to wait for an additional 3 before returning to full speed," she tells me and I sigh.

"I'm hardly hand-to-hand combat, my clones handle most of the fighting," I explain and the doctor finally looks over at me "I'm perfectly aware of your power Savannah, but you're neglecting the fact that whatever happens to your clones affects you. Minorly, yes, but isn't that a sunburn from fighting the carjacker with the fire manipulation powers?" she retorts and I furrow my brow looking away. "If your clones sustain damage to their fingers in battle your finger could break, and that would lead to a longer break," she tells me and I sigh. "Fine," I tell her standing and she nods the door comes open and I exit the room.

When I return home and sit in front of my computer in the hideout I'm attempting to figure out what to message Dash. 

DoubleTrouble- Hey, I got a minor injury at school, so looks like you'll be flying solo for a few months.

TheDash- A few months! How will I survive on my own...):

DoubleTrouble- You'll be fine.

TheDash- Could I still bother you for a date every now and then?

DoubleTrouble- I'd be up for that.

TheDash-(;

Dash's POV

I sat staring at the screen and I struggled with whether or not to let her know I know who she is. I decide against it because I know she wasn't ready to reveal her identity. I go to Savannah's Instagram and stare at the profile. Savannah Danley, since junior high we've argued, and I don't even know why. 

First Year Of Junior High

"I bet I'm faster!" "I bet I'm smarter!" Savannah and I had been arguing like this for the past twenty minutes. "Sav, just race me and I'll prove it!" I shout "too bad there's no way to prove your intelligence, Dashiell!"  She shouted and my face turned bright red with frustration "Don't call me that!" I shouted "I'll call you whatever I want," she said spinning on her heels.

Second Year Of Junior High

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dash," Evangeline calls dumping another love letter onto my desk "thank you," I tell her with a nod. I hear the sound of paper ripping behind me and I turn to see Savannah red in the face. "Of course, you'd have every girl in class in love with you," she judges with all but a sneer on her face. I scoff frustrated by her attack I look over to her desk to see no letters or cards on top of it "just seems to me like you're jealous that no one wants to be stuck up Savannah's Valentine," I snap at her. I see the slightest evidence of hurt cross her features before she turns to leave the classroom.

Third Year Of Junior High

I was suppose to be taking it easy with showing off my speed, and Liam wanted to race. I was already feeling a little sick, probably allergies, but I could still beat him in a race no sweat. But I'll lose with grace and it'll be fine. I let Liam beat me and I pretend to be out of breath, "I guess you're not as perfect as you think Dashiell," I hear Savannah comment and I roll my eyes "what's your problem Danley?" I ask frustrated. She narrows her eyes "you are Dashiell! You think you're better than everybody," she exclaims and I shake my head "I'm great and all, but I don't think that," I tell her and she scoffs "of course you don't that's why you fake being sick when you lose, so you have something to blame. Maybe it's time you take a step off your high horse," she tells me and I laugh at her. "You just want to pretend that I'm the problem. That it's not you, but news flash it is you. You're just a buzz kill that wants to ruin everyone else's good time," I retort before storming off away from her.

First Year Of High School

I see Savannah first thing when I enter homeroom and I sigh of course. She's talking to another girl with dark brown features, hair, skin, and eyes. I stare at Savannah and for the first time, and I see her smile and laugh. When she's not arguing and fighting with people, she's beautiful. "I actually got to travel this past summer. My mom and I went to visit my dad's family, now they live abroad and they're currently living in Australlia. We did some voulonteer work, and it was, fulfilling," I heard her explain and I admired her kindness. "Hey, Savannah," Ethan said coming over to her with a flirty smirk. "I was wondering if I could interest you in an ice cream date?" he asks her and I feel shocked and enraged. "You sure you want to go on a date with buzz kill?" I say without thinking their attention flicks to me and I swallow any fear I'm holding. "I mean she's not usually one for fun. Remember when she got us all sent to the principal for betting?" I ask and Ethan nods stepping away from Savannah. Savannah glares at me before returning her focus to the girl with curly brown hair.

Every single year we'd done this. Both of us making assumptions and blowing up at one another, but I didn't have a clue why we did this. I stare at her picture and I realize again just how beautiful she really is.