Taylor wondered how she managed to stumble into this situation. She steadfastly did not want to use her powers, didn't want to be a hero. She knew after what happened with Emma and Sophia just how much she could hurt someone without even meaning to. That much stress, that much self-control, it was a drain just to go through the day without something going wrong. Right now though, she really wasn't seeing any sort of option.

All she wanted when she came here was to buy a Snickers. Having some strung out junkie burst in to rob the place was sadly not something she would have said was impossible, but still it wasn't even six pm yet. For god's sake the sun hadn't even gone down. The would-be robber was shaking holding the gun to the clerk, who was apparently not moving fast enough. No one knew she was here, if she slipped out it's likely no one would even see her. Even if someone did no one could know that she could have helped. No one except her of course.

'Damn conscience,' she sighed inwardly. She supposed anyone else in her position would be scared stiff, but frankly with her powers she knew that he was no threat, gun or no gun. So squaring her shoulders up she headed to the counter.

"I mean it, bitch," the robber barked. "Don't fuck me on this one."

"I'm telling you there's nothing else back here," the clerk cried, tears running down her face.

"Bullshit, all you all got safes back there. You think I won't blow you head off?"

"Please no."

"Excuse me," Taylor interjected. At her interruption the gunman whirled around to face her.

"The fuck you want?" His hands trembled as he held the gun at her.

"First I want you to stop pointing that gun at me," she said calmly. The robber gave her a perplexed look, before slowly lowering his weapon. "Cool, now lay it down on the floor and don't pick it up again."

Even more confused the man followed her orders as he put his gun on the ground. Behind him the clerk looked on in amazement.

"Now kneel down and put your hands behind your head and stay that way until the cops come and arrest you." As the junkie knelt to the ground she looked up to the astonished clerk. "You should call the cops."

"I should call the cops," she repeated shifting into a dazed state.

"But don't tell I was here," the last thing Taylor needed to deal with was having people know about this. "Then forget you ever saw me. Do you know how to erase footage from the security tapes?"

"The camera doesn't record, boss says it's too expensive."

"Oh, well that's good," she looked down at the candy bar in her hand. "I'm just going to take this, ok?"

"Ok," the clerk responded dully.

Shrugging Taylor headed back home without any hurry. Her dad wouldn't be home soon. The Ferry Restoration project usually kept him late.

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