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I ended up leaving a lot later than I thought I would. I didn't think that it would take as much time as it did doing all the work by myself. God, this week was going to kill me. Why the hell did I ever agree to keep the place open by myself? Oh, that's right, I'm a grown up now. Ha, no more mom to pay the bills. So as I'm leaving, I decided that tomorrow night, I'm not going to walk home. Usually, Katie and I walk home because we live so close, but being alone and walking are just two things I don't want to do together. So anyway, I'm walking minding my own business and suddenly I felt myself being pulled down some side street and pushed against a wall. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I screamed bloody murder. Mostly because Murder was what was on my mind. I saw my life flashing before my eyes.

"I would shut up if I were you," came the voice of my attacker.

"What do you want?" I asked him. I figured it was a him, I mean I couldn't see the face but the person was huge.

"Your money, and your body." Alright, that got me scared. I was a virgin. Yep, at twenty I had never gotten laid. I believed in the whole waiting for your one true love, but right at that second, it didn't look like my true love was going to be getting my innocence. Well, mother always told me, if you are being attacked do your best to get away. Make as much noise as you can, the person is probably going to kill you anyway. Might as well give it your all. So I did just that. I kicked and screamed. I think I bit his hand at one point, I'm not really sure. It didn't taste all that great. He slapped me across the face and slammed my head against the wall more than once. Just as I was about to pass out, my arm felt really, really hot. The only thing I could think of was , "holy shit, now I'm on fire for some reason." Then I felt the guy let me go. Did I say let me go? I mean, he tossed me to the ground. I think I screamed out in pain, I'm not really sure. I landed on my ankle funny and from that, the pain in my head, and I think the burn on my arm, I passed out.

When I woke up I couldn't move my arm or my leg. Hell, my whole body felt stiff. I realized I was on some sort of soft bed. As I opened my eyes, I found out I was in my room. How I got in my room, I had no idea. I started sitting up when a voice stopped me.

"You shouldn't be getting up." I turned to the voice and I would have screamed if I wasn't in so much shock. There standing in front of me was Pyro. One of the world's hottest super heroes was in my bed room.

"What's going on?" I asked him. He seemed to hesitate for a second.

"I saved you from that guy, but um, I sort of burned you in the process, and when he tossed you away from him, I kind of didn't catch you, causing you to break your ankle. But the guy is in jail as we speak, so don't worry he won't bother you again." He seemed to be trying to sound all powerful and super hero like. It wasn't really working. He seemed more of the tough guy who just wanted to sound nice. His voice was hot though.

"Wait a second, did you just say you burned me?"

"Well, yeah. Fire is my power and I was using it to save you."

"Ok, thanks for the saving but, did you really need to use your powers? It wasn't like the guy was some super villain. He was a normal every day Joe, who just so happened to want some money and some ass. You could have easily knocked him out without the whole fire stuff."

"Are you really fighting me about how I saved you? Would you rather go back in time and have me let the guy rob and hurt you?"

"That can't happen. I read the paper. You're power is fire not turning back time. Oh, and what the hell are you doing in my house?" He must have went through my bag, found out where I lived, used the key to my house, and let us both in.

"I couldn't just take you to the hospital. I was the cause of some of your injuries. The papers would have a field day with that. So I guess its my responsibility to take care of you."

"One, don't sound so happy. Two, I don't need taking care of." I started to stand up only to realize my ankle was in fact broken. As I started to fall, I felt a pair of strong arms catch me.

"I told you not to get up. Now you're going to stay in this bed and I'm going to take care of you. Well, me and some of my friends."

"Just how many of them are going to be coming here?"

"One or two maybe. Just when I can't be around."

"Really, thanks for saving my life but I can't sit around here all day. I have a job I have to get to. I can't just sit here and let you play doctor." He was getting mad I could tell. He didn't seem like the type of guy to actually care about other people and he didn't seem like he was used to people not going along with his wishes. I felt the temperature around me rise and only guessed it was coming from him. And damn my horrible mind, but when he was angry, he just got hotter and hotter.

"Alright, I've tried to be nice about it. You are going to stay in this bed." As he said that he pushed me back down. God, why was I getting turned on? "I am going to take care of you until you are healed, and you aren't going to tell anyone what happened."

"Oh I see how it is. You are taking care of me so I don't tell anyone. I won't tell ok, that's done. Now go away and leave me alone."

"I don't think so."

"Ok hot head, I'm going to give you to the count of ten to get out of my house and then I'm going to call the cops." He just smirked at me from behind his mask. "One."

He wasn't moving and I knew it. "Two. Three. Four. Anytime you like just leave. Five. Six." Really why the hell wasn't he going anywhere? "Seven. Eight. Nine. Ok buddy you asked for it, I'll really call. Ten." That's when I realized the phone was at the other end of the room. Crap, that sucks. I tried to get up again but he just pushed me back down.

"The cops wont do anything. I'm a super hero, remember." I sighed and settled back down into my bed. I looked over at the clocked and almost freaked when I saw that it was 8:00 am the next morning. Wow I really must have been out of it. I also noticed that he had wrapped the burn on my arm and some how splinted my ankle.

"Thank you for taking care of my injuries, but please I have to go open my shop."

"You aren't in any condition to be working today."

"But the customers will be waiting. I can't just not show up. There isn't anyone else working there." He handed me the phone.

"Call them and let them know you won't be in for a while." I knew he was right. There was no way I could groom dog's with a busted leg. I asked him to get me the note book that was on my desk. It had all my appointments listed in it for the next couple weeks. I ended up spending the next half hour calling everyone and telling them I wouldn't be able to groom their pets. They weren't happy, and when customers weren't happy, I wasn't happy. At least Katie would only be gone for a week. She would come back and he would leave. And to think I thought my life was boring.

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