Author's Note: I don't own anything except Lindsey who is an oc.

Later in the day, after school, when Lindsey was leaving she went to her locker to put away a few things. She was kneeling on the ground and she heard someone walk up to her. She saw a pair of shoes and it was Peter. "Hi," Lindsey said without looking up.

"Hello," Peter's voice replied coolly.

Lindsey looked up and saw Peter looking at her and he knelt down beside her. "I'm sorry about the way I've been acting the past few days," Lindsey apologized.

"That's okay. That's what friends are for."

"We're friends?"

"Of course."

Lindsey threw her arms around Peter and hugged him. He gasped taken aback by her affection and he slowly, but nervously returned the hug. He wrapped his arms around her and his heart was racing. Lindsey's heart was pounding. "Was Flash okay to you earlier? Did he try anything?"

"You're becoming so protective of me," Lindsey giggled, "You're like my own personal body guard."

"Well you could say that," grinned Peter as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Lindsey fell over laughing and hit her butt on the cement. She pulled herself up and dusted her pants off. "He was nice to me Peter. You don't have to worry about him."

"Good. I don't want him hurting a nice girl like you."

Lindsey smiled and said, "What are you up to?"

"Well, I was going to study for a bit."

"Did you want to study at my house with me? My dad's not going to be home for a while and it would be nice to have some company."

"Would I ever!" exclaimed Peter.

Peter and Lindsey walked to her house and they took a seat at the dinner table. "Make yourself at home," Lindsey pulled out a book.

Pretty soon this became a weekly event. Peter would go over to Lindsey's house and they would spend time together laughing and studying. They were becoming pretty good friends. One day at Lindsey's house Peter pulled out his math book and started on his math. It was really quiet in the house and everyone once in a while he would look up at Lindsey. And she would meet his gaze. They would turn away from each other and focus on their study materials. "I'm going to take a break, did you want a snack or something?" asked Lindsey as she went to the fridge.

"Sure."

Lindsey pulled out a veggie tray with carrots and broccoli and celery and ranch dip. She placed it in the center of the table and they began to eat. The once quiet house was no longer quiet with the crunching sounds. At one point, Lindsey and Peter reached for a carrot at the same time and their hands touched. "Oh sorry," apologized Lindsey.

Peter removed his hand and dropped the carrot. Lindsey playfully shoved Peter, but accidentally knocked over the entire plate. Lindsey and Peter dived underneath the table and tried to clean up the mess. Lindsey gathered the plate and grabbed as many veggies as she could. She wasn't looking but she had bumped her head with Peter's. "Ouch!" they exclaimed at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked as he went to gently touch Lindsey's head.

At first Lindsey flinched but there was something about Peter's touch that was comforting. Lindsey wasn't quite sure what she should do, but she knew her heart was racing again. Peter wasn't sure what was coming over him, but something in him was changing. She reached out and touched his face as well. "Peter, I-"

They were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. They pulled away from each other and Lindsey walked over to the door. She opened it and she screamed as she was attacked by masked men in black outfits. "Peter help!" she screamed as the men attacked her.

Peter dove after her and pulled them away and started to fight them. They would throw punches and he would duck and deliver them right back. "Look for the folder," the leader kept screaming and some of the men were trying to drag Lindsey outside. She screamed, she fought, and she tried to escape. Peter tried to bring the fight outside so he could get to Lindsey. She stepped on one of the guy's feet and he dropped her. At that moment, Dr. Conners pulled up with his car and the men froze. "Everyone run!" he yelled.

Dr. Conners jumped out of his car and started to chase the men, but they got away. Lindsey knew something was going on with her father. She lay down on the grass and began to cry. Peter ran over to her and comforted her as she cried. "Shh, it's okay," Peter whispered as he rocked her back and forth.

Dr. Conners ran over to his daughter and Peter and said, "What happened?"

"The doorbell rang and I went to see who it was and they were looking for a folder," Lindsey said fearfully, "They attacked me and they tried to attack Peter. What were they looking for Dad?"

"I'm afraid it's work related material, damn it," Dr. Conners admitted, "I'm reaching a breakthrough I think, but my boss is impatient. They must have been from Norman Osbourne. He is very sick and he needs to be healed. And I have a formula for a healing process. It's not quiet finished yet."

"Maybe I could help you?" asked Peter.

Dr. Conners smiled and said, "Well I'm not sure if you can. It's material way past high school level Peter."

"I'm pretty smart."

"And Lindsey, you can join us."

So the three went to Dr. Conners office. Lindsey sat at her Dad's desk while Peter and Dr. Conners went to work on a formula. She cried for a while and tried to calm herself. It was going to be okay. Once or twice, Peter came in to check on her and he hugged her.

Several hours later, Peter came in and found Lindsey asleep on the floor. "Lindsey?" he gently shook her.

She stirred herself awake and peeked at Peter through one eye. "I need to go, I realized I forgot to pick up my Aunt May. I got your number from your Dad. I will call you later, and maybe one day after school we can hang out?"

Lindsey nodded sleepily as she lifted herself off the floor. "Goodnight Lindsey."

"Goodnight Peter."

Dr. Conners came to the door as he watched Peter walk away. "We have a success!"

He wrapped his good arm around his daughter and they went home.

The next day at school Peter was not there. The previous night his uncle had been killed in a tragic accident. When Lindsey found out she was shocked and she went to find Gwen to ask her about it. When she finally saw Gwen, Gwen didn't look to happy. "What happened to Peter's uncle? Is Peter okay? Are you okay?" Lindsey asked Gwen.

"I was actually hoping you could tell me, since he seems to be hanging around you more than me," sneered Gwen.

"Gwen, he and I haven't hung out that mu-"

"He blew off our date last night to hang out with you And he's been hanging out with you for the past few weeks."

"Gwen please I didn't know-"

"If you know what's best for you, you will stay away from my boyfriend. Got it?" snapped Gwen.

Lindsey felt her heart break as she stepped back and felt tears stinging her eyes. "I can't promise you that. He saved my life last night," Lindsey started to say.

"If you don't stay away from him, then you can consider our friendship over."

Lindsey glared at Gwen as she yelled, "You haven't exactly been there for me either Gwen."

Gwen stormed away.

Lindsey felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she went to pick it up. It wasn't a number she recognized so when she answered she was surprised to hear who it was. "Peter?" Lindsey gasped.

"Lindsey," he sounded so sad and tired, "I need you."

Lindsey didn't care what Gwen had said. Her friend needed her and she was going to help him no matter what. When she came to Peter's house she rang the doorbell. No one answered for a few minutes, but finally the door opened. A sad, frail woman opened the door. "Yes?" she sadly whispered.

"Hi, I'm Peter's friend Lindsey?" she introduced as she held her hand out.

Aunt May took Lindsey's hand and grasped it tight. "Welcome, come in."

"Peter?" Aunt May called as Peter dragged himself down the stairs.

When he saw Lindsey, he threw himself on her and cried. Lindsey held onto him and Aunt May felt tears come on. "What happened?" asked Lindsey as she hugged Peter.

Peter led Lindsey outside and into the backyard and they sat down on two swings. "My Uncle and I got into a huge fight and I ran away," Peter sadly explained, "He and I said a lot of things out of anger and he went after me to apologize. But his path crossed with a guy with a gun."

Peter started to cry again and Lindsey wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry Peter."

"It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault."

They sat on the swings and spoke for hours. Peter cried and Lindsey mostly listened. She was there for him and he was thankful for her. "Lindsey, thank goodness I have you as a friend. I love you and thank you for being here."

Little did they know that Peter's Aunt was watching them and she was smiling. She felt something good about this girl that she had just met. She felt something positive in her and her aura. "Dear God, please let this girl stay in Peter's life," Aunt May prayed to herself.

"Shouldn't Gwen be here with you?" Lindsey asked Peter as he put his head on her shoulder.

"Gwen and I had a fight. She's jealous of you."

Lindsey decided to pretend like she didn't know. "Oh why's that?"

"I've been hanging out around you more than her lately."

"Why haven't you been with your girlfriend Peter? You need to be with the people who love you."

"Do you not love me?"

Lindsey froze as he said the word love. "I love you like a brother," Lindsey was lying to herself.

Over the past few weeks she had developed a crush on Peter, but she said nothing out of fear because she knew he was with her former best friend. "I think you should spend some time with her," Lindsey whispered.

She didn't want him to spend time with Gwen. She wanted to spend time with Peter, but she knew it wasn't fair to Gwen. Even though she and Gwen weren't getting along, she still wanted to respect Gwen. But it was hard because she truly cared about Peter. She had to protect her heart. Lindsey didn't want to hurt. She wanted someone to love her.

When she left Peter's house, she hugged Peter's Aunt May and Peter and told them if they needed anything to please call her. When she came home, she pulled out her phone. She thumbed through her contacts and when she came across the name Flash, she paused. She pushed the dial button. "Flash?"