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Emma and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

Fact: Emma Winslet was having the absolute worst, most boring day ever.

Evidence: the sling holding up her arm, the cast covering her leg, her stuffy nose, crooked glasses, persistent boredom with everything she had that was amazingly entertaining the day before, and the fact that she was starving with nothing to eat.

Laying in bed while you're sick and injured sucks. 

So really, it wasn't Emma's fault that she decided to do something about it.

"ABBY!"

There was a resounding clang that echoed through the garage as Abby Scott, Emma's best childhood friend, coworker, and amateur genius hit her head incredibly hard on the edge of the motorcycle she was working on. Abby cursed loudly, rubbing the new blossoming knot on her head, and turned to face her roommate.

"Emma? What are you doing in my lab? You're supposed to be resting!"

"It's boring in there. All I can do is surf the Internet, and there's nothing good going on right now. What are you doing?"

"Performing a cult sacrifice. What does it look like I'm doing?" Abby retorted, blowing some hair away from her forehead. Emma rolled her eyes at the girl's sarcasm and leaned against the door frame.

Fact: Emma and Abby had been friends for seven years.

Evidence: Seven years of late night Skype calls, sleepovers, and freaking out about procrastinated homework.

They knew each other like their favorite TV shows- extensively and to a point where they could predict what they'd do next. This made them the prime candidates to be Yin and Yang, two dimension-jumping heroes that seemed to be two halves of a whole being. On missions, they were often scarily in sync. In battle, they were a force to be reckoned with: Light and Shadow, Offense and Defense, Sword and Shield. They knew exactly which move to use, which way to split, and how hard they'd come back together. It didn't just extend to battle, too. When their jobs called for them to help other heroes, they stepped in unison, reacted in unison, and advised in unison. (They even made it a point to finish each others' sentences. It was funny how unnerved people got by that.)

However, no matter how convincing (or annoying) they tried to be with their coordination, in private, they were no more in sync than any other two best friends. They got irritated by each other, tripped over each other in the kitchen, and currently, scared the living nightlights out of Abby in her lab. 

And gave each other nasty injuries too, Emma thought, wincing internally at the bright red that Abby's knot was taking on. Whatever. Not like she had a broken leg and dislocated shoulder like someone. 

"Go back to bed, Emma, I'm busy and you need to stop moving around," Abby ordered, turning back to the motorcycle. It was Emma's, evidenced by the white and blue colors and the lightning detailing on the side. Also, how God-awful it looked after losing a tire, spinning out, and falling off of a cliff. Emma frowned at the memory of it, suddenly feeling the ache in her bones as a reminder.

"But I'm hungry!" she whined. 

"Then why didn't you go to the kitchen?"

"There's nothing to eat in there!"

"Emma, we just went grocery shopping."

"That's not what I mean, I mean there's nothing I actually want in there."

Abby sighed, giving up on the completely totaled motorcycle for a moment and walking over to Emma. "Didn't we just buy, like, a ton of that gross canned spaghetti stuff you eat?"

"It's not gross, it's real spaghetti!"

"Then why aren't you eating it?"

"...Because right now it's gross."

Abby scoffed at this, picking up a rag from a nearby table and wiping the grease off of her hands. She experimentally prodded at her forehead only to wince and recoil.

"Okay, ow. Yeah, I'll need to put some healing gel on this," Abby sighed, glaring upwards as if accusing the welt of something. Healing gel was something they'd picked up in their travels, and Emma was quietly grateful. If it weren't for that stuff, she'd be off duty for a month- now, it was more around a week. "I'll tell you what, let me grab some ice from the fridge and I'll see what we have that I can cook for lunch. Maybe soup or something."

"Beef tips and rice?" Emma asked hopefully. Abby rolled her eyes as she walked past the girl on crutches, out into the main hallway of their base.

"...Maybe if we have the ingredients."

"YES!" Abby heard behind her, shortly followed by a loud, "OW!" Abby only chuckled and shook her head. 

Fact: This would be a long week for the both of them.

Evidence: They were Emma Winslet and Abby Scott, Yin and Yang. When was the world not against them?