Chapter 3- Damsels

AN: Number 1: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed or just read the story! This is our first story we've written together. I've personally been writing fanfiction for a while now, but none of it actually got published insert sweatdrop Mostly it's crap anyway, but the ones I actually want to publish are from the cartoon Danny Phantom, and maybe my Gargoyles fanfic.

So this story started out with the idea for my sister's character, aka Lyn/Miss Appear. I have my own character, which is Lyn's half brother, named Mr. Who. Hopefully we'll go more into him in later chapters. What really started the story is a comic my sister started to draw (check her out at narmowens-axe. but never really finished. It basically depicted the whole first chapter, and I got interested so I wrote it out and it all went downhill from there. But anyway, enjoy the story! My sister is the one who like the praise, and don't get me wrong, I like it too, but I just write because I love to and it's great stress relief.

Number 2: No, you've got it wrong. The second I got home after seeing The Incredibles, I drew the pic seen in my DevArt gallery. Then it all went downhill.

Since I'm her unofficial illustrator, I've drawn pics for a bunch of the stuff my sis has written, though most of it's been left to rot. sigh Check out my gallery, review, and all that jazz.

Oh, and we know the last two chapters were super short. We apologize. It should get better from here.

WE LUV YOU ALL!

Metroville High School, men's locker room, 2:52 p.m.

Arthur Sneath, Metroville High's leading pole-vaulter, squinted at his reflection in the locker room mirror. He growled angrily when he determined the splotch on his chin really and truly was a pimple. With a noise of anguish, he slammed his head against the mirror with a loud 'thunk.'

"Art, chill. She won't stop liking you because of a zit."

Art turned his head slightly to look at his friend out of the corner of his eye. Dash Parr, nicknamed 'The Runner of the century,' grinned roguishly at him, his blonde hair swept back as usual.

"You can say that, you never have to worry about getting a girl."

Dash leaned against the counter under the mirror and crossed his arms over his chest, smiling smugly. "I know."

"Don't rub it in," Art groaned, resting his elbows on the low counter and placing his head in his hands. "Just because you have no problems ever finding a date doesn't mean that the rest of us lowly mortals don't."

"Hey, I did offer to hook you up, Arty. I know this one hottie who owes me a favor, and she'd gladly-"

"NO! I don't want your help. I mean, how lame is it that all the action I can get is my friend's cast offs?"

"Fairly lame. And she's not my castoff."

"Don't lie to me, Parr."

Dash grinned and batted his eyelashes sweetly. "I thought you liked it when the truth was pre-masticated for you."

"Parr…you know, I actually like Mercedes. She's not just some leggy tart who fell for you, and you turned down. I mean…" he sighed heavily, pushing his hand through his wavy brown hair. "She's got this…spunk, and she's so vivid and independent. She's not scared to tell what she thinks and she's so strong and focused…" he sighed dreamily and leaned back against the mirror, his eyes closing as he smiled in rapture at her memory. "And don't get me started on her legs."

Dash looked up from inspecting his nails. "What? The only part I caught was 'legs.'"

Art smacked him upside the head, "That's because you've got them on the brain, you horny twit."

Dash smirked, and casually reached up to rub his throbbing head. "And boobs, and occasionally butts, but yeah."

"Alright, I get it. You dig physical things. What about personality?"

Dash blinked, confused, "Personality?"

Art sighed, "Never mind."

The coach was suddenly at the door, barking at everyone to start heading out to the track. Art sighed and started to move out, "C'mon, time to go to work."

Dash nodded and followed close behind his friend, thinking about his real job. He'd been an active super in the NSA for almost five years now, and he was more strained for r personal time then ever. Especially since his sister and partner, Violet, aqua Vanish, had left to go to college tow states away. His little brother Jack-Jack, or J-squared as Dash liked to call him, wasn't old enough yet to be a real partner in justice, and his powers had sporatic moments of too much power and then no power at all. Then there were the times when Jack-Jack went through what the family called his 'Hell Vomit' phase, which was better not to think of at all.

And so Dash's dilemma was clear: he had no crime fighting partner, which the NSA required for supers his age since the incident with Stratogale; his parents couldn't help him because they were already a team, and he didn't think it was cool to work with his parents anyway; he had to keep his identity secret from everyone; and he technically couldn't do anything about any of it until he turned 21 or until he got a new partner, or both. And for all Art's complaining about not being able to get a girl, Dash had what he considered a larger problem: he had the girls, but no time to spend with them. His last date had been interrupted by a fire, forcing him to leave his date stranded at the restaurant with the check. The day had been saved, and a sob story about his sick little brother bought back the good graces of the girl.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp poke in the head. "Hey! Look, there she is!" said Art, grinning from ear to ear and pointing up at the bleachers.

Dash looked in the direction of the point, his gaze landing on a pair of girls play fighting near the top of the stairs. One girl had dark, tightly curled hair, and the other had slightly waved honey colored hair. They seemed about the same height, and were dressed almost the same in jeans and t-shirts. At first glance, Dash would rate the curly haired one as an 8.2 and the blonde as a 8.5. He turned to Art. "So…which one is she?"

Art rolled his eyes. "Mercedes is the one with curly hair."

"Ah." Dash grinned roguishly. "You know, maybe you'll get lucky and she'll fall down the stairs and you can act the hero and save-"

He was cut off by a scream, making him instantly turn his head towards the sound. The blonde girl was windmilling her arms and trying to keep her balance at the top of the stairs. Succumbing to gravity, she fell face first down the steps, still trying to catch her balance. Without really thinking about it, Dash broke out into, for him, a mild sprint, looking to everyone else like a blur in the school's red and white track uniform. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his arms to catch the falling girl. Just in time, he caught her as she missed the final guardrail, landing her face-first into his chest.

Dash quickly wrapped his arms around her lithe form in case she lost her balance again. The girl looked quickly up at him, turned bright red, then hid her face in his chest, shaking with either embarrassment or relief, he couldn't tell. Dash grinned slightly, absently stroking the girls' hair to try and soothe her.

'Oh crap oh crap oh crap…' Lyn thought. 'How do I get myself into these messes? I mean, here I am, in the arms of the school's star track star -by his opinion only- and I can't even look up at him without freaking out. And he's petting me! WHY IS HE PETTING ME!'

She snapped her head up and leaned as far away from him as his arms permitted. Her dark blue eyes locked with his paler blue ones, and she frowned when she saw his smirk and noticed his arms tightening around her again.

"Um, excuse me, do you mind? I need to breathe here."

Dash smirked wider, showing the barest hint of teeth. "You can talk. Therefore, you can breathe just fine."

Lyn glared at him. "Well, I like to breathe deeply, so if you'd be as so kind as to let me go, I'll be on my way." She braced her hands against his chest and tried to push herself away from him, to his amusement. She couldn't budge. 'Ok, he's stronger than he looks…' she thought. 'To bad I can't just teleport out of here with all these people watching.' A small crowd had gathered as she had started to fall, and they were now circled around her and Dash.

Dash noticed the crowd, and, not wanting to lose his lady killer reputation, just pulled her closer. Now that he actually saw her, with her small, slightly upturned nose barely dusted with freckles and wide eyes, he would rate her as a 9.2. No WAY he was letting a 9.2 get away without what he called "The basics"; i.e. her name, number, and bra size. "Now now, I'll let you go…but only if you'll be so kind…" He winked and squeezed her closer, 'Hmm…B-cup, or at least a small C,' he thought. "As to give me your name and phone number."

Lyn gasped indignantly, ignoring the whoops and hollers of the crowd. With a final push, she broke away from him and stepped back a few feet, crossing her arms protectively across her chest. "Let's make that a 'no'" She turned her back to him and tried to walk off, but was stopped by the crowd.

Dash gaped at her for a moment, then regained his 'cool' and stepped smoothly in front of her. "Awww, come on, baby. At least give your rescuer something to remember you by." He smirked again and leaned forward suggestively.

Lyn ducked his advance, fuming with her fists clenched at her sides. 'That does it,' she thought. 'I'm putting this asswipe in his place.' She smiled sweetly and said as sarcastically as she could, "All right, Mr. 'Track Star of the Century', I'll make you a deal." She pointed to the other side of the track field. "Beat me to the other side, and not only will I tell you my name, I'll give you my number AND go out on a date with you."

Mercedes, having joined the crowd on the ground, piped up. "Um, Lyn, are you SURE you want to do this? I mean…" she lowered her voice to a hiss so only Lyn could hear. "How the hell can you beat him without revealing your powers?"

Lyn smiled at her. "'Cedes, chill. I'll just 'port so fast it looks like I'm running. And he'll be so shocked at his broken ego, he won't remember what really happened. I mean, look at him." She thrust her thumb at Dash in his shiny white shorts and tank top striped down the sides with red. "Not like he isn't more noticeable, anyway."

Meanwhile, Art had pulled up next to Dash, whispering loudly. "Hey, you sure you want to do this? I mean, if Coach catches you running around before a meet, he'll have your shorts!"

"Oh please, like Coach would bench me! I'm the fastest guy out there! Besides…" He looked back at the girl, a slow smile forming on his lips. "A date with THAT would be worth the benching."

Art sighed. "Suit yourself, man."

"Out of curiosity, do YOU know her name?"

Art shook his head. "Nope. I only know she's Mercedes' best friend and she's in homeroom number 11C."

"Hey!" Lyn yelled, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail, the crowd moving to form to straight rows and mark the course. "You ready to lose, Parr?"

Dash smirked. "Friday night good for you?"

She rolled her eyes and got down into a runner's crouch. Dash did the same after taking a long admiring view at her backside. Mercedes stood between the two, her arms in the air. "Ok guys. Ready..." With a practiced move, Dash stood up on his toes, his fingers on the ground and his hips in the air. Lyn did the same. "Set…" Mercedes quickly brought down both of her arms "GO!"

Dash took off at a slow sprint, no faster than anyone else could run. He let the girl pull ahead of him, if only for the view. After a few bounding strides, he pulled ahead of her, leaving her, he thought, far behind. Suddenly, she pulled back ahead of him, moving so fast he couldn't blink without missing her. And then she was at the finish line, looking at him with a smug grin on her face and her hands braced on her hips.

Dash gaped in shock. He had lost? Running? To a GIRL!

'That's not possible,' he thought. 'I could have sworn she was right behind me, then there she was, standing at the finish line as good as you please! Maybe…Nah. There hasn't been anyone else with super speed sine Mr. Jiff, and he bit it before the exile.'

Art jogged up behind him, his face set into a expression of shock. "Dude…you lost. You never lose."

"I know," Dash replied. He just couldn't stop staring at her and thinking 'How…?'

Still grinning smugly, Lyn walked up to him, Mercedes trailing behind with their backpacks. It had been easy to 'port just as she was stepping, making her travel father than she looked like she was going. "Well…to bad for you, Parr. Better luck next time." With a wink, she turned on her heel and started to walk away. "Oh, and Parr…" she looked over her shoulder at him, her smile lighting up her face. "You may have rescued me, but I'm no damsel in distress." Flicking her ponytail smartly, she stalked off, Mercedes catching up and giving her back her backpack.

And Dash just stood there, stunned. 'What a broad…I wonder how she beat me…'

ANOTHER AN: Number 1: Yay, chapter three down and stinking long! ENJOY IT, I SAY!insert evil laughter

Number 2: shoots her Stop that.

1: Oww…Ok, so until next time, then!