I don't own Sky High or anything therein. I can only claim Glory and Whistler. Rock on.
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Lash –
When in doubt sneer.
I stared down at this…thing on my front porch and saw she was sneering right back. She was tall, solid. Not fat, Speed was fat, this girl was… 'fit'. She had sunglasses shoved back over her head, pushing her short, dark curls straight up. Her hazel eyes drifted over me with disinterest. A stud glinted in her nose, and her square jaw was set in irritation.
"You Lash Livingston?" she asked. Her voice was soft and there was a slight arrogance to it that was vaguely familiar. Annoying. I nodded and her face darkened like I had just personally burst a rain cloud over her head. "Then I guess that I'm your sidekick."
What. The. Fuck.
When Powers had told me she was assigning me a sidekick after graduation, I assumed that she had been joking. What would possess that woman into thinking I would ever fight crime? Or that I would need a sidekick to do it? Or that I would need a sidekick like…
"Who the hell are you?" I asked. I probably shouldn't have.
She frowned like she didn't even trust me with her name, but stuck out her hand. "Glory Boomer."
It was my turn to frown. Boomer. Boomer? No. No, no, no. "Boomer? As in Sonic Boom?"
"As in the walking mouthpiece? Yeah, that's my dad."
And then I laughed. I laughed because it was all too funny. Powers had sent a chick after me to be my 'hero' support in some last attempt to draw me away from evil. And Coach Boomer's daughter was a sidekick. Ouch.
I closed the door in her face and walked upstairs.
Powers had sent me a sidekick.
Poor kid. She wouldn't be seeing much action.
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