Fire and Ice

Chapter Four

     After the fight at the hospital, I decide to go back to the apartment instead of back to work to make sure Lexi is okay.  I'm sure Linda will understand.  My "sister" was involved in a shooting after all.  When I get there, she still hasn't returned.  At first, I'm a little worried that she somehow hadn't made it out alright.  But I saw the man rescue her, and then I saw her standing outside at the hospital, talking to the police.  She probably had to give her story on what happened since she was an eye-witness and knowing her, she probably wanted to make sure all of her patients were okay.  I wouldn't even be surprised if she ends up finishing her shift at the hospital instead of coming home.  Either way, I'm not going back to work.  I think I deserve it after helping take down three gunmen and almost getting killed while doing it.  Finally, an hour later, Lexi comes home.  I immediately get up from my spot on the couch, where I had been watching TV, and hug her tightly. 

     "Are you okay?" I say, concerned.  "I was so worried."

     "I'm fine Amy." she says, laughing.  "My superhero best friend saved me."

     "Technically, it wasn't me who saved you." I say, releasing her and walking to the kitchen to get something to eat.  

     "Yeah but you certainly helped." she follows me and  we sit at the table to talk.  "Who was that guy anyways?" 

     "I have no idea." I had been trying not to think about that until now, and the full importance of the situation suddenly hits me.  "Lexi, I'm not the only one with powers now.  I'm not completely alone."

     "Do you think you can trust him, though?"

     "I think I do."  I surprise myself.  I'm not exactly the most trusting person.  But he had saved Lexi.  I owe him at least some of my trust.  

     "Really?" Evidently, I surprised Lexi as well.  "Why?"

     "He saved all the hostages. He saved my life..."

     "What happened?!"  Oops.  I still haven't told her about almost getting shot.  I explain to her about how he had pushed me out of the way of the bullet that would have hit me in the chest.  Her face softens and she looks guilty.

     "I'm sorry." I look at her, confused.  "I never asked if you were okay, when you were the one who fought three guys with guns-"

   "Lexi." I interrupted her.  "I'm fine.  I can protect myself.  I chose to do this kind of thing.  It's kind of in my job description." I grin at her to reassure her that I'm okay.  

     "But I should have made sure you were okay!  I was so concerned about the fact that I was hostage that I didn't even think about the fact that you could have been shot.  I didn't even think about it, I'm selfish."

     "Don't say that."  I say.  "You are one of the least selfish people I have ever met.  When I walked into the emergency room, you looked absolutely terrified.  But you were comforting that patient."  She still looked upset.  "I do this all the time.  I haven't gotten seriously hurt yet, and I won't anytime soon.  I'm going to be okay."  I start to feel guilty now.  I've never thought about how Lexi feels about me fighting criminals all the time.  I realize now that's she probably constantly worried about me.  It's her personality, and why she makes such a good nurse.  

     "Okay." She gives me a small smile, showing me that she's at least somewhat convinced of my safety.  

     "I was thinking about ordering Chinese tonight, and maybe binge-watching some Grey's Anatomy." I grin at her, trying to cheer her up.  "What do you think?"

     "That show is so inaccurate, but fine." She sighs dramatically.  I know she's joking, because as much as she complains about the inaccuracy of it, Grey's Anatomy is one of her favorite shows.  

     We end up staying up until 2 AM, which is something I know I'm going to regret in the morning since I have to be in work at 9 AM.  

     "Do you think I can use the whole 'family emergency' excuse again?" I ask as we head to bed.

     "Suck it up." she laughed.  "This was your idea."

     Says the one who didn't have to work tomorrow ,I thought.  The hospital had given her the day off considering the fact that she had been involved in a hostage situation.  

     "Dammit." I grumbled.  "I'm gonna regret this."

     "Go to bed." she said.  "Get some sleep instead of sitting here complaining about it."

     "Fine.  Good night loser." I teased.

     "Good night."

     We both got our bedrooms, and I almost pass out in my bad from exhaustion. I lay there for a couple of minutes, thinking about the masked stranger who had saved my friend's life.  I'm thinking of the last words he said to me before he flew off.

     You think of something.  Bye Ember. 

     Superman.  I think, laughing to myself.  I mean, it kind of fits.  It's kind of cliche', but who cares?  It's not like he's giving me any other options.  

     I'll call you Superman.