You stared in horror at the collapsing World Trade Center. The screams of people running away were muffled by the sounds of destruction. Unlike them however, you ran toward the chaos. You could save some people, you could make a difference, and Alfred had been in one of the two towers, He'd headed there for a meeting after your break up. You scramble through the ruin, looking for survivors. Others looked as well, but you paid them no heed. Their eyes glance at you, running through debris in jeans, but you're to busy to notice. Finally, a hand appears from the rubble, warm, with a faint pulse. You eagerly dig them out, and are dissapointed it isn't Alfred, but you happily help them to an ambulence. Someone else finds him, lying unconcious beneath rubble. You run to help him, and as the man returns to searching you kiss Alfred lightly on the cheek. He looks at you, and you realize he's concious.
"_," He mutters. "And I thought you hated me." You smile.
"Al, I could never hate you for long." He is hurried into the ambulence, though you doubt he needs medical care. Turning back to help people, you go over and thank the man who found him. He smiles at you, but you quickly run back to where you had been searching.
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You wander through the mansion, lost in it's expansive interior. A voice calls out to you, and you see Alfred walking around a corner. "Are you okay?" You ask him. "I was worried about you."
"_, I'm fine. The doctor just wanted to keep me there a little longer, in case there was another attack." He smiles softly,
"Did you find out who did it?"
"Terrorists, the al Qaeda,..."
"Oh. Well is the hero ready to fight or freedom?"
"Always." You realize that you're holding hands. You aren't suprised when he kisses you, and you kiss back, a silloughetted duo amongst a setting sun.
Kuma: I need more ideas! these are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head! Review me ideas!
Dedicated to the people who died on 9/11 and the first responders who tied to help them.
