Holding Out For A Hero

Airheads

*I apologize for such a late update... I have been trying to catch up on Arrow.... I still haven't watched The Flash yet either... I feel like such a horrible D.C fan! Well besides that I hope you enjoy this chapter :)*

"This is the voicemail of Benjamin Knight. I am unable to-"

I slammed down the house phone for the tenth time. Since the moment me and Blake got home from dropping Max off, I've been dialing Benjamin's number. Oddly, the idiot still hadn't answered.

What could be more urgent then picking up my calls?

He always had his cell on hand. Any other time I rang while he was busy, he would at least answer and say so. Something had to be going on.

"Benjamin too busy to see us?" Blake asked from his spot at the dinning table. The picture awaiting in his lap.

I wiped the annoyance gone from my face and turned to Blake with a soft smile. "He must have gotten tied up with a case, you can show him your drawing when he gets home. How about you go watch some t.v as you wait?"

Blake gave a nod then hoped to his feet. He went on, mumbling about Steven Universe as he searched for the remote. I swear that boy had an odd obsession with Cartoon Network.

Soon afterwards to replace Blake's spot in the room came Finn. He was fidgeting with the grocery bags in hand and kept eye contact to the ground. He seemed to be off somewhere else.

I leaned against the fridge, studying him closely. Usually, the porn star came home more flamboyant than ever. There was no such thing as silence around him.

Why was everyone acting so weird today? Did somebody die? Was it that jerk in the Saturn?

"Have you seen Benjamin yet?" Finn asked not daring to spare me a look.

I felt the hot air release from my nostrils. Benjamin did do something. It has got to be good.

"No I haven't, I've been trying to reach him for the last two hours," I said, "do you have any idea why he isn't answering his phone?"

Finn stalked backwards, quickly dropping the bags, and raising his hands in the air. "I am not apart of this! But if this incident causes you two to divorce, I am staying with Benjamin, you mad woman."

I took a step forward. My hand curling into a tight fist. The crack of my joints caused the redhead jump.

"What incident, Finn Fisher?"

A light flash went before my eyes and once I blinked, I notice the redhead wasn't there. Stupid supers with the ability to use their powers to get out of everything.

I fell into the nearest wooden chair. My mind weak. There were too many question swarming in my brain. All I wanted was to go back to bed.

Benjamin couldn't have done anything bad. After all he is a superhero. You never hear of a superhero doing bad.

He's bound to have a logical explanation for everything. No need to worry.

"Rarity!" Priscilla's high voice called from the entrance way. Her high heels clicking fast pace across the living room.

Her eyes were wide and body shaking. She looked as if she just recovered from taking acid. The style didn't appeal to her at all.

"Pri, are you okay?"

I stood up to comfort her but found myself flung into a tight bear hug. She dug her head into my shoulder then begun to pat my back. "It's okay, Rarity. We will get through this."

"Get through what? Wait!" I said appalled, "are you comforting me?"

Priscilla made a face. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and her mouth set in a pout. She studied me.

"Have you looked at any sort of media today?"

I shook my head. Of course not, if you add my time shuffling Max around, picking up Blake, and worrying about Benjamin it'd be clear why I haven't gotten a second.

Priscilla looked like ten tons of cement bricks hit her. She swallowed a big gulp of air. Tears starting to gather in her eyes.

She directed a glare towards the exit before forcing a semi-smile. I have always hated those kind of smiles. They never brought goods news. It was always horrid information that I could do better without.

My parents use to give those smiles. Dacio use to give those smiles. Now, Priscilla's offering me that same smile and it is filled with so much pity.

"I'm going to want to sit back down, aren't I?"

Priscilla grimace, "or kill Benjamin."

I decided against sitting.

"What?"

Click. Click. Click.

Priscilla started to pace. She walked over to the dark golden brown wall before coming back to where I stood. She let out a breathe, met my gaze, then ran to the end of the dinning room.

No wonder her and Finn got along so well. They both tend to move a lot when dealing with bad news. Such a perfect match.

Suddenly, she came up from behind and grabbed my shoulders. I allowed her to push me towards the living area. It was a hard decision whether to worry or laugh about her actions.

When Blake saw us, he didn't dare ask what was going on, instead he let Priscilla snatched the remote to the flat screen.

"You need to watch this." Priscilla pounded the numbers twenty five into the key pad and the happy cartoon boy, playing on the sand turned to an eye catching headline.

I read the four word title over and over again, before sending Blake to search for the redhead. He didn't need to witness the next reaction. After all, Benjamin wasn't a jerk to him.

Priscilla watch my posture turn tense. She stepped to the side while handing me the remote to change the channel. I took it from her and quickly tossed it at the television.

The screen shattered down the middle but the picture didn't flinch. There standing on a rooftop with lips on Officer Sonya Twain's was my hero in spandex.

His hands were on her hips. Both people too lost in each other to even glance at the camera man recording them. It made sense now why Benjamin didn't answer his phone.

"Navy Night found romance." I read aloud to Priscilla, who eyed me with concern.

She took one of my hands in hers and grasped it. There was hope upon her soft expression. Those bright eyes clearly begging me to listen.

"It could all be a floozie. We can't take it seriously."

"It's clearly him, Pri."

Who else's runs around town in a navy superhero getup besides him?

"Benjamin isn't the type to cheat though."

"And I wasn't the type to fall in love with superheroes," I snapped in irritation, "and look where it has gotten me."