Friendly Face

Chapter 1

The shift in the ER that day was a nightmare. You'd gotten stuck with the laziest coworkers on the busiest day you'd seen in ages and on a double shift at that. So you spent the day running around the ER feeling like the only competent person in the whole ER, including the other doctors who were bound and determined that they were smarter than a 'kid just out of med school', no matter how many times you'd saved their asses from killing patients because of their own stupidity. Ok, stupidity wasn't being entirely fair, the rest of the doctors were just as overworked as you were and didn't spend enough time with the patients, unlike you.

They also didn't have a touch of the healing gift.

But no one knew about that. They didn't know about the telepathy or the other little gifts you had.

They also tended to treat you like a child because of your short slim stature. It was annoying as fuck, especially when the patients did it. They always demanded a real doctor. At best they thought you a resident, or intern, or nurse. At worst, well you'd had to insist more than once that you were an adult and a fully qualified doctor and did they want someone fixing whatever stupid thing had landed them in the ER or not?

For some reason they thought you were perfectly capable when it was put to them that way. Amazing how that worked.

So after a horrible day at work, you were quite content to hit up a Starbucks in times square to get enough caffeine in your system to safely make it home. You sat outside with your coffee, playing on your phone, enjoying the sunny afternoon and trying to decide if you were going to take the subway or suck it up and take the walk home.

You looked up at the commotion, though you lived in New York, so you really didn't think much of it. It was a strange sight, though, of the large man running out of a a building. Caucasian, mid-twenties maybe, sandy brown hair, lots of muscles, white shirt, brown pants, a big disk strapped to his back. It might not have been so strange if the large man didn't look so scared... so vulnerable. That expression did not belong on the face of a man that size, that well-built.

The situation got stranger when even though he was being chased out of the building by people in black suit, he still stopped and spun in a circle, taking in times square as if he'd never seen it before, as if he'd dropped in from an alien spaceship, though he appeared very much human.

A moment passed and he came to his senses, continuing on his run and you made a decision, a stupid-ass decision, really, but it wasn't like you to not help people in need. So you put on your best cute innocent harmless doctor look and stepped out into his path, your coffee forgotten on the table you'd been sitting at. He paused, looking like he was going to dart around you, but his expression caught on you, intrigued by the girl who stepped into his path.

You held up your hands in front of you, showing him you were unarmed. "Those guys look like they're giving you trouble," you told him gently. "Sir, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I can help you," he looked wary at best, but hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the approaching me. "Please, I'm a doctor, I wouldn't lie about helping someone," you urged him with your best kind, gentle look. He finally nodded, as if wondering what else he had to lose. "This way!" you took his large warm hand in yours and pulled him toward the side street that the Starbucks was on the corner of. You ran a few steps, then stopped and pushes him against the wall, standing too close to him so you could cloak you both in an illusion.

"What-?" he started.

"Shh," you hissed in reply, stupidly placing your hand over the strange man's mouth as the people in black suits entered the side street. They ran right past where you were holding the strange muscled man against the wall through nothing more than your hand on his mouth and his consent at being held there. He could have snapped you in half had he wanted, but he seemed to realize that you were doing something to keep the people in suits from seeing you both.