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Sorrrrrry for the long hiatus. I've been super busy and tired and blehhhh. Please forgive me.
Kat was worried.
Not because of the fact that there was a fire.
It was because of the fact that it was a very large fire and inside of the heart of it were her two boys. Her boys.
It had all been going so well, simply a smash and grab. Smash and grab. Grab. Grab. Grab.
She wasn't sure when the match had been lit and all the paintings had all gone up into flames and the heat singed her shaking fingers.
"Kat... He's-"
But she never heard the last of what was supposed to be some sort of pep talk because she was running. Running towards the lanky boy in the glasses that never fit his face and a slight grin that always teased his lips.
"Simon!" She frantically called, ignoring the sirens, the lights, everything.
"Simon. Its going to be okay.. its going to be okay." And Kat wasn't sure if she was trying to calm herself or him, but none of that truly mattered then. It was only him and her and the scent of burning wood.
"The paintings.." He mumbled, ever the thinker.
"You." She started, "It's you I'm worried about, not a stupid painting."
Kat would've blushed at her forward attitude and sappy words if she had been a stranger looking through the mirror onto the scene.
Simon blinked.
"Oh." He responded before coughing violently, "I'm truly alright Kitty-Kat, but our records... our ID's. We need to get out of here."
Simon had always been level headed, despite impending danger and death. And so with her hand in his they began to run.
"We need to go back and get them." She eventually stated, when she had gotten Simon out of the burning building. "Hale. He's in there. He- He's in there Simon!"
Simon had never seen Kat Bishop ever lose her cool. Never.
She hardly cried as a child when she scraped a knee. Sprained an ankle.
And she certainly didn't cry when her best friends were in raging fires, but there she was with tears glistening in her eyes.
"And you... You're- You're-" Kat started, breathing in and out and in and out. "Stay here."
"But Kat!"
It was too late, she had gone.
Simon simply laid down onto the soft grass, exhausted, air deprived, and perhaps a bit singed.
He could've sworn he heard her screaming 'Hale!' into the dark night air. But he ignored the slight pain he felt inside his chest at the exclamation.
Meanwhile Kat ran to the scene to see an exhausted Gabrielle barely dragging an unconscious Hale towards them.
"Hale... Is he alright?"
Her cousin glared and dropped him onto the grass by her feet.
"What do you think Kat? Did you think he was alright in the basement of a burning building? Did you think he'd be alright when you left me all alone to find him?" Gabrielle snapped, crossing her arms, before walking towards a shocked Simon.
Kat looked down to see Hale, breathing softly, in the grass.
"Hale?"
His eyelids flickered, "You didn't come." He mumbled.
"You could've came, but you didn't."
And that's when Kat lost every slight bit of her cool.
She began to run off into the field.
Away from the fire.
Away from the sirens.
Away from Hale.
Away from Gabby.
Away from Simon.
Away from herself.
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