Authors note: Okay, before you all start yelling at me, I'll admit, I am a lazy procrastinating spawn of the devil. And I suck at writing anything with a plot line. Its not like I have been busy with school work or whatever, actually the opposite, but I am just lazy. For my other story I won't be uploading as often because I honestly don't have anything figured out AT ALL. So I thought why not start another cliche story where each one takes me about five minutes to write? Because if I didn't upload anything I'd feel so guilty. I will be continuing my other story but just not as often as usual, so PLEASE PLEASE don't yell at me. Please?
P.S: I will try not to make it the standard annoying-jock-hits-on-Annabeth-Percy-shows-up-and-beats-the-crap-out-of-him. I HATE those ones.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than my OCS. All rights go to their respectful owners.
Susan Johnston Perspective.
I am a complete and utter idiot. And because of my stupidity it almost cost my son, Liam, his life.
You wouldn't think I'm an idiot. I'm respected at the company I own, Johnston Holdings Inc., and I always wear severe suits with my dark hair tied up in a bun.
One day, after I got home, I started making dinner like the typical mum. I slipped on my comfy pyjamas, set Liam down for his nap, and turned on the stove.
Okay, I'd had a terrible day at work and I was exhausted. Obviously I wasn't thinking clearly. I left the stove and collapsed on the couch and was out like a light.
The next thing I knew, smoke was filling my eyes, my ears, my nose. Our fire alarm was ringing so loudly it felt like it was going to burst my eardrums. Immediately I knew what happened. I'd left the goddamn stove on, and fell asleep! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw red-orange flames licking at the walls. My stomach dropping to my feet, I ran out the house and fell onto the sidewalk, choking. Then a guttural cry let loose from the top floor.
"Oh my god, Liam! I left him in there!" I shouted hysterically. The entire house was almost engulfed in flames.
I couldn't go in and rescue him myself, and I didn't have a phone. I spotted three teenagers on the other side of the street, a tall blond boy, a dark-skinned pretty girl, and a scrawny boy with curly hair and a tool belt. Surely they'd have cell phones? Wasn't a cell every teenagers lifeline?
I struggled to my feet and ran towards them. "Please, call the fire brigade! Please, help! My son is still in there!" I shrieked.
Before I could even process anything, the scrawny haired one sprinted off into the burning house!
"What are you doing?!" I shouted after him. He took no notice and dived straight in. Shaking, I turned back to the other two. "Is he crazy? Please, do either of you have a cell? Help!"
The girl placed her hands on my shoulders. "Calm down, it'll be alright. Leo will get your son out safely."
Her voice had a certain reassurance. I almost believed that everything would be alight, just for a second. Then Liam screamed again and I was jolted back to reality. I gripped the girls arm and began to sob. "Your friend...my son...I can't lose him now..."
The girl patted my back. The blond boy shook his head and looked at me. "Leo will be fine. Trust us."
We stood there for another ten seconds. The tension was unbearable. Then suddenly, their curly haired friend burst out, shirtless. His shirt was wrapped around my little boy. He was shaking and crying but unharmed. I flew forward and suffocated him in a bone-crushing hug. He hugged me back. I pulled away, tears streaming down my face, and looked at Curly - Leo, his friends called him.
"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" I cried. "Are you burnt anywhere? You must be, to charge into the fire without any fire equipment!"
Leo grinned. "Don't worry, my shirt was fireproof. I put it around your son to keep him from getting burnt." He puffed out his chest proudly. "Super Leo McShizzle, thats what they call me."
"But what about you?"
He shrugged. "I figured the little kid needed it more than me. Besides, I can't get burned, anyway."
He suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widened. I turned and saw his friends glaring at him. The girl grabbed his arm.
"Come on, Repair Boy, we'd better go." She said. She glanced at me and Liam. "Your kid can keep the shirt. I think the fire brigade will be here soon."
Sure enough, I heard sirens blaring in the distance. One of the neighbours must of alerted them. Without saying a word, the three hurried away. I heard Leo complaining in the distance.
"Come on, Piper, I was a hero! Couldn't I just gloat a little bit?"
"Leo, you almost blew it!" The blond scolded. They turned the corner, Leo still shirtless and the other two mad at him. I wrapped Liam tighter in the shirt that Leo boy had given him.
Sure enough, years and years later, after Liam had grown up, I still have that shirt to remind me of one person's selflessness, that had saved my only child. And other times I'd light it on fire to see if it really was fireproof. Sure enough, it was.
Authors note: What do you think? Really short, I know, but I like writing these one-shots. Its fun! XD.
