3th Chapter! Thanks for the rewievs! I post the chapter now 'cause I'll be away this weekend. It's a bit longer this time and it'll also be out of Lisa's pov! Enjoy! :)
-Quicksilvers Pov
We almost reached home.
Lisa sat with me on the backseat so I could have an eye on her 'cause I was sure she's going to faint within the next few minutes. She sat a bit bent-forward, trying not to ruin the seats with her blood.
But I could still tell by the way she looked that she hated to go by car.
I still haven't quite realized that she was a speedster like me but I understood her.
It's hard to sit in the car for 20 minutes if you could have just walked the route in two seconds. I hated it too.
As soon as we reached our house we got out of the car. Lisa took a step but then stumbled. I quickly ran towards her and caught her right before she fell.
'She lost a lot of blood.' my mother said frowning 'Peter please help her to get to the bathroom. I'll go get my devices.'
'Okay.' I answered. I put one arm around Lisa's waist and one under her knees, carrying her bridal style.
'Hey! I'm fine!' She muttered but didn't protest further as I carried her to the bathroom. I recognized her blushing.
'Do I make you nervous?' I joked.
'You wish!' She answered. I laughed and looked at her. She really was quite pretty and the silver in her eyes was overwhelming. Under different circumstances I might have continued flirting with her but right now she had a bullet in her shoulder. And it was my fault.
'Can't take your eyes off me?' she smirked as she recognized me starring at her. I had to smile too.
As we got to the bathroom I sat her on the edge of the bathtub and leaned against the wall across from her, crossing my arms.
'Listen' I started ' I'm really very sorry that you got shot. I um, I didn't knew that you had no idea that I'm as fast as you um ok, I'm sure I'm faster and –' She raised her eyebrows.
'Ok sorry what I actually wanted to say was that I should have been more carefully. I'm sorry.'
I avoided looking at her.
She needed a few seconds until she answered.
'It wasn't your fault. I'm fine really.'
I still avoided looking into her eyes.
'And thank you. I think you really saved my ass today.'
My mother stepped into the bathroom, holding a few bandages.
'Alright Lisa, do you want me to give you an injection so it will hurt less?'
Lisa looked down. 'These won't help 'cause I've got a very fast metabolism. It won't even last for a second. But thanks.'
My mom frowned but remarked nothing. She took some forceps into her hand.
'Don't worry I'll work fast. Now please take your shirt off so I can get to the wound.'
'Fine.' Lisa replied then looked at me with raised eyebrows.
'I'm outta here!' I said raising my hands and walked out of the bathroom. Of course I stayed next to the room so I could hear what they'd say.
-Lisa's Pov
'So I'm going to remove the bullet now, it will hurt briefly.'
I gasped for air as the pain set in but tried not to scream. I'm sure Peter's mom worked as fast as she could but it still felt like an eternity to me.
'Alright I need to suture it now, That'll take more time but it will hurt less.' she told me.
'It's fine.'
We were quiet for a moment. It really hurt less than I expected.
Finally she broke the silence.
'Thank you that you helped my son today. I'm sure you saved his life even if he'd never admin that. You know he always manages to get himself into such dangerous situation.'
I just nodded. I knew she talked with me to distract me from the pain.
She hesitated before she spoke the next sentence.
'Ok so there's something I need to ask you.'
'Fire away.'
'So um do you and peter have the same..I mean do you also..' she stopped, trying to find the right words. I knew she noticed.
'Yeah it seems like we both have super speed.' I sighted. I normally never told that anyone but I felt like I could trust that women. I looked over my shoulder and saw her smiling.
'I'm done!' she declared and stood in front of me.
'It'll leave a small scar but it's already beginning to heal because of your fast metabolism.'
She recognized my questioning look. Why was she so glad because of my power?
'Listen.' she said. She kneeled down in front of me, put her hands on my knees and looked deep into my eyes.
'I was always worried about my son. It must be hard to live a life where everyone moves in slow-motion except you. And as his mother I feel so helpless about that. He must feel so lonely sometimes.'
I heard Peter walking away from the spot where he overheard our conversation. I wouldn't want to hear that either if I was him. But his mother didn't notice and continued.
'But I'm glad now that he finally found someone he can relate to.' she smiled.
I didn't know what I should answer so I just smiled back. What does she expect? That I became friends with him? That wasn't the actual reason I went to meet him today. Of course Peter was handsome and funny but I mean I just met him.
'I'm going to get you a new top and a t-shirt.'
She walked out of the door.
'Oh and please call me Magda.'
I really liked her. She almost treated me like a daughter.
She came back with a white top and a bunch of shirts.
'Thanks.' I said. I put on the top and held one of the shirts in front of me. I put it down and took another one. And another one.
'I'm sorry.' I said as I put down the last one. 'They're all very um.. tight and um have a very low neckline. It really does look pretty on you but I don't wear shirts like these.'
'Oh.' Magda replied. 'Sorry but I only own these kinds of shirts.'
She stood there thinking for a moment.
'Wait a second. Peter!' she called.
'What?' he shouted back.
'Please come here for a second!'
The next moment he stood at the door. Gladly I already wore the top.
'My shirts are all kinda too teasing for Lisa' she winked at me 'Could you please lend her one of yours? Meanwhile I'm going to put her shirt into the washer.' With that she left the room.
'Soo.. too teasing?' he smirked.
'Shut up!' I laughed, picking up one of his mom's shirts and threw it at his face as fast as I could. He easily caught it.
'You're fast.' He said smiling.
'So are you.' I replied.
He stared at the shirt in his hand for a while.
'Soo..' he finally said looking at me 'I only own band shirts. Any preferences?'
'Well' I looked at his black pink-floyd shirt 'I like pink floyd too.'
He smirked. 'Well if you insist.'
And without hesitating he took off his shirt and held it in front of me.
'Hey! Wait! That's not what I meant!' I said shocked. He grinned. Oh he exactly knew what he was doing.
Well, two people could play this game.
I took the shirt and put it on very slowly, teasing him. When I was done he still stood there smiling. I took a look at his bare chest. I normally did it in super speed when I checked out boys so they won't notice but this time I had no chance.
Even though he was skinny he was still well-built. He probably trained every day.
'Can I get myself a shirt now or do you still need a minute?' he asked still grinning.
'No I'm done.' I answered innocently.
'Alright.' He said putting his hands on his hips and looked down the floor. I sure as hell wasn't done yet.
'My room is downstairs at the end of the floor.'
I got up and stood next to him.
'Wanna see who's faster?'
'Please.' he begged.
'3.2.1. Go!'
We ran in super speed along the floor. As we reached the stairs I tripped him up. He lost balance and I jumped down the stairs, reaching the room first.
As I hit the ground I felt a horrible pain in my wounded shoulder and blacked out for a second. As I opened my eyes again Peter was holding me.
'Overwhelmed by my appearance?'
'I've seen worse.' I countered.
He laughed and helped me standing up again.
'You cheated! But we better wait until your wound is better till the next race.' He said as he walked over to his wardrobe and got a black 'The Doors' shirt. While he put it on I took a look at his room. As I expected it was full of stolen stuff. He followed my sight.
'Its hard to resist temptation when it's that easy, isn't it.' I said. He nodded shortly. I looked around. He also had a table tennis table in the middle of his room. We looked at each other. The next millisecond we were playing table tennis, challenging each other who first managed to break the sonic barrier with the ball. I won but the ball was useless after that.
Peter's mother appeared at the stairs.
'Lisa it really would be better if you'd stop exercising until the wound healed. And Peter you should stop challenging her. She just got shat an hour ago!' She rebuked.
I bet she noticed that I kinda wore Peters shirt now but she remarked nothing.
'Don't worry my wounds heal faster than normal people.' I replied.
She sighted. 'I made tea if you want to come upstairs?'
We followed her to the dining room. A little girl wearing a princess dress sat on the floor and drew little flowers on paper. As she saw Peter she ran towards him. He picked her up and twirled her around, both laughing.
'That's my sister Lorna.' He said as he put her back down.
'Good day little princess.' I greeted and curtsied. She giggled and curtsied also.
We all sat down at the table and Magda poured out the tea. I better tell them now.
'Soo..' I began as I picked up my cup. 'I need to tell you that the actual reason I went to meet Peter today is that I was send out to talk to your family.'
They gave me a questioning look.
'I need to ask you to pack the stuff you need and come with me to Professor Charles Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters because' I took a sip from my tea and put the cup down.
'You are not safe here anymore.'
Hope you liked it :) Lorna is so cute^^
