"What am I supposed to do?!" Guy tugged at his cape, drawing it about himself tight. He cowered behind his crate. He had no powers, no nothing. He might as well not be SheZow at all! He pulled himself up and peered over the crate yet again.

Wackerman and Boxter were still pinned to the floor by the snowmen. Coldfinger paced to and fro in front of the two cops, fists bunched at his sides. Then he whirled to face them. "All right, let them up."

The snowmen moved off, and Boxter and Wackerman stood to their feet. Boxter still held one hand to his stomach, but he didn't appear seriously hurt. The snowmen stepped back, but kept the two cops encircled and up against the mound of crates. There would be no escape.

"What are you doing here, Coldfinger?" Boxter growled.

"None of your business!"

"Now you see how that might make us suspicious?" Wackerman said.

Coldfinger's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah? What you going to do about it?"

"Arrest you." Boxter shrugged.

"Oh, I'm so scared. I don't know if you noticed, geniuses, but you're outnumbered."

Wackerman snorted. "You think we're stupid enough to come in here without backup? We knew you were here, so we checked in before we did; told them it looked like Coldfinger. So when we don't check in in ten minutes, there's gonna be a tonne of cops down on this place. How do you like that, huh?"

Guy sighed and his shoulders slumped. "So they do know what they're doing. Good to know…"

Coldfinger's eyes narrowed and his hands shook at his sides. "Oh, well, then I suppose by the time your buddies finish their donuts, and squeeze themselves into their cruisers, and roll on over here, I've got a solid half hour before I got to start packing. But I won't be able to use this place anymore; you've ruined my entire plan! You know how long it took to find an abandoned warehouse that wasn't taken?!"

"Well tough." Boxter folded his arms.

Coldfinger rounded on them. Shards of ice grew from his fists, six long daggers with razor sharp edges. The villain grinned. Boxter and Wackerman took a step back and bumped up against the mound of crates. Snowmen cut off any escape to their side.

"Back up might be coming," said Coldfinger. "I might lose my little stash here, but you know what else your buddies are going to find? Two dead cops!" He flung up his fists and the ice shards shot through the air.

Guy gasped, ducked down, and squeezed his eyes shut. A half dozen thuds sounded as the shards slammed into the crates and a man's scream rent the air. Guy looked up.

Wackerman crumpled to the floor, hugging himself so hard it was impossible to tell where he'd been hit. He choked over a sob. "God, help me…"

Boxter dropped to his knees beside his partner and pulled the trembling man into his arms. "It's okay, buddy. I got you. I'm here."

"Oops, that went a bit wide, didn't it? Well most of it." Coldfinger flicked his hands, like he was warming up.

Boxter's eyes watered as he looked up at the villain. "For Gods-sakes; he's just doing his job!"

"Well, it's your fault, you messed things up and made me mad. Don't worry, I'm calming down now. I'll make sure this next one hits home… nice and quick. But it's not going to work if you hold him so tight. Come on, that's just selfish!"

Guy ducked back behind his crate, buried his face against his knees, and choked over tears. "Dad, no…" He lifted his head and grasped the ring on his finger. "Come on, you stupid thing. What do you want from me? Dad's going to die if you don't give me back my powers. I messed up, I get it, and I'm sorry. You can… you can take them away for good for all I care, just give them back long enough for me to save Dad. Please!" Guy drew in a breath, pushed away his tears, then flung out his fist. "You go girl!"

Coldfinger raised his fist and two long shards grew out of it. He pointed the fist at the cops like a cannon. Boxter pulled Wackerman in tighter to his chest.

"Night night, piggies." The shards shot loose.

Guy landed in front of the two cops. "Laser lipstick!" The weapon cleaved clean through the shards and they clattered to the floor harmlessly.

"What in the world?!" Coldfinger stared, mouth open, at the figure in the badly sewn pink cape before him. "Who the hell are you?"

Guy flung off his cape and revealed his full SheZow costume beneath. "Yeah sorry. I've had a bit of a fashion flop these past few weeks. Don't tell anyone."

"SheZow!? Get her!" Coldfinger pointed a finger and screeched. The snowmen reared up, but they were no match for SheZow's laser lipstick. Guy diced them up in seconds, the hiss of vapour filling the air. Then he turned to Coldfinger.

"Guess I'll have to fillet you myself." Coldfinger raised a fist. A shard of ice, shaped like a sword, grew right out of his sleeve. He spun around and the sword clashed against SheZow's laser lipstick.

Guy rammed Coldfinger with his shoulder, knocked him down, then pinned his sword arm to the ground. "You can drop it, or I can cut it off. Your choice."

Coldfinger let out a little meep, dropped the sword and hugged his hand to his chest. "SheZow…" he stuttered. "Sorry about that. It's good to see you again. Been kinda boring without you…"

"Cut the crap, Coldfinger. I don't want to see you messing with the cops again, all right?"

"Huh? But they're just cops. It was just a little fun…"

"I don't care!" Guy's chest was heaving. He brought the laser lipstick up to the villain's throat. "You heard them; they're just doing their jobs. And if you ever hurt any of them again, you'll have to answer to me." He drew back the weapon. "Now get out of here. And tell any other villain you see, they mess with the cops I'm coming after them."

Coldfinger gulped. Nodded. Then scrambled to his feet and ran out of the warehouse.

Guy swallowed hard and his shoulders slumped. He drew in a few breaths, wiped at his eyes, and then turned around.

Wackerman leaned heavily against Boxter, drawing in deep breaths and shaking like a leaf. He clutched his upper arm, just below the shard lodged in his shoulder. The shard was clear of any organs, but it had to have sliced through a mass of bone and muscle.

Guy dropped to his knees beside them. "Hey, is he okay?"

Wackerman swallowed. "I'm cold…" He choked over a sob and sunk against Boxter's shoulder. "Sorry."

"It's fine. You're hurt." Boxter kept an arm around him and turned to SheZow. "We need to get him to the hospital before that thing melts."

Guy stood to his feet. "I'll bring the Shehicle in. It'll be quicker. I won't drive crazy, I promise."

It was nearly midnight. Guy waited outside the hospital in the Shehicle, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his gaze lingering on his pink gloves. He had his powers back. But it wasn't as exhilarating as he'd hoped. Sure, they hadn't disappeared again. SheZow must've decided he deserved them back full-time, not just to save his Dad as he had begged them. But if he'd still had them in the first place, Officer Wackerman wouldn't have been hurt.

The hospital doors hissed open and Boxter stepped out. He had his hands thrust deep in his pockets, he looked down at his feet and his gait was slow and heavy. He made it halfway down the stairs before he saw the Shehicle and walked over. "You're still here?"

"Yeah, I figured I should wait around and see if you wanted a lift home?"

Boxter blinked. "I hadn't even thought that far ahead. Um, yeah… thanks." He climbed in the passenger seat.

"Is Officer Wackerman okay?"

Boxter rubbed at the corner of one eye and sighed. "Not really. He's hurt pretty bad. But he'll be okay. At least he's asleep now, so he's not feeling anything." He shrugged. "I probably won't be playing punchies with him anytime soon though."

Guy couldn't think of anything to say that would help, so he just put the Shehicle in gear and pulled out. Maybe taking Dad home would be enough; he sure looked like he'd had enough for the night. Now he was just staring out the Shehicle's window quietly, his gaze far away.

"Hey, listen," Boxter eventually said. "I just… I just wanted to say thank you. When you disappeared, I thought it was great, that we didn't need you. But if you weren't here tonight, I don't know what would've happened. I mean, I do, I…" He rubbed a hand over his face. "You saved Wackerman's life. And mine. I was wrong; we do need you. We're just cops, we can't take on someone like Coldfinger. Against someone like him we're powerless."

"I guess I know what that's like now." Guy drew in a breath and turned to his father. "You want to know how I lost my powers?"

Boxter chewed his lip. "It's not something weird, is it?"

"No. You know that day I pinned you to the car? I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry. I lost my powers 'cause I thought it was okay to use them to push you around. That wasn't fair, it wasn't like you could do anything about it."

Boxter watched him for a moment, then turned back to stare out the window. "They came back when you decided to protect us instead."

"Huh?" Well, that made more sense than a delayed response to his dodgy pink cape. Guy shrugged. "I guess so."

"What you said, when you were fighting Coldfinger, about not letting anyone hurt us cops… You meant that, right?"

Guy chewed his lip. That part of the fight, the blood had been pounding in his ears, and all he could think of was stopping Coldfinger from hurting Dad. He couldn't remember his exact words. But he knew how he felt. "Of course."

Boxter kept staring out the window. But he swallowed hard, and for a second Guy saw tears in his eyes. "Well, I can't think of any other superhero in Megadale that'd make a promise like that. And it turns out the only one who cares is the one who trashes property. I mean, I know half the time all we do is hand out parking tickets, but every once in awhile something happens and there's a villain we really have no hope of standing up to. And those times, sometimes, I just wonder if I'm going to make it home to my family. And… and Wackerman shouldn't end up in hospital just for trying to do a job he can't…"

Boxter drew in a deep breath and hung his head, then shook it like he was shaking off nothing more than exhaustion. "Well, it's just good to know you've got our backs. Thanks."

Guy pulled up outside the Hamdon house. He felt a lump in his throat. "I didn't," he said, and then cleared his throat, "I didn't realise it was that tough."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump on you like that."

Guy smiled faintly. "It's okay. And I do have your back… not sure I can make any promises about breaking things though."

"Yeah, well I think I can let that slide for tonight, SheZow. I couldn't be mad at you if I tried." Boxter stepped out of the car, onto their kerb, and slammed the passenger door behind him. "Thanks for the lift." He paused, and frowned. "Hey, how do you know where I live?"

Guy's eyes widened briefly, then he gave his best smile. "SheSP." He tore off with a screech of tyres.

A/n: So I hope that this was good. I'm thinking SheZow's powers are kind of mean, but they do tend to do this, if usually with a little more flair. But I didn't want to mess the story up with random silly things happening to Guy like his head blowing up like a balloon or something. XD And Coldfinger would totally try to stab people o_O.

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