Notes : I'm sorry it took so long to update ! But here's the second chapter ! I hope you like it !


-Peter, she called in panic.
-What ? Let me focus on this please.
-Peter ! Malia exclaimed, turning to him. They are not here anymore !

Peter, eyes wide open, looked at the lockers.

-Shit.

Malia was terrified, so she started to panic; heavy breathing, she hold Peter's arm to stay on her feet. It wasn't often that her plans failed but when she was with him Malia was sure that nothing bad could happen. But knowing that because of her idea, only to avoid paying a gift, they were risking to disappear for ever wasn't convenient for Malia.

-What are we doing to do now ? She said, unconsciously tightening the hold on Peter's arm.
-Firstly, you're hurting me right now, secondly you have to calm down, everything is going to be okay. Peter answered with a controlled tone.

He was terrified, as much as Malia was, he knew her sister was counting on him to arrange everything, but if he told her how afraid he was, she was likely to have a panic attack and they both didn't need at the moment.

-We have to find them, but now we can't ask people for help ... and Cherry's brain would not handle another memory wiping . Maybe if I try to localize them with their psychic signature ...
-You can do that ? She asked after taking of her hand of his arm, worried about hurting him
-How do you think I was able to find you when you ran away weeks ago ? He asked back
-I didn't run away … I needed time ... to think.
-Next time, send us a text.

As Peter had started to walk, Malia took time to think about it : her parents did lectured her, she had just ignored it and acted like she was sorry, but in the other hand Peter hadn't said a word and let her alone working in his room instead; she firstly thought that he was mad at her because he had missed his games night with his friend, but now she understood, he had been concerned about her safety. Then she realized Peter's words and its meanings : her parents sclaimed they found her thanks to her phone but she could swear to god that it was turned off on purpose; it was truly him who found her, using her psychic data. But she was kilometers away from home ….. Did he become that powerful ?

-I'm sorry. She said, trying to avoid any other thoughts about her brother's powers.
-It's okay . He said before looking at her. I need an empty room. Did you see something from Cherry's tour ?
-"This room is completely ruined, somebody blew up 3 jars of paint and it's fresh. They're still waiting for the cleaning staff so the room is locked. Everybody know it's Max but Bradford has no proof." Malia said with a high pitched voice. Peter looked at her raising an eyebrow, she understood the message, don't make fun of Cherry. I think ... I think it's in this corridor.

She quickly found the said room, next to the principal's office.

-He's not there. Peter stated.

Okay. Now she was at the limit of freaking out : Peter didn't take a glance at the office and was still able to say that nobody was there. She might be jealous of him but the thought of Peter's powers in the wrong hands was scaring her. She distracted herself from her thoughts by unlocking the room (with too much ease from Peter's point of view). The strong smell of paint came to them, Malia asked herself if the fumes weren't a bit dangerous for their health.

-Just open of the windows. Peter reassured taking place in of the spared chairs
-After localizing them, how are we going to make them come to us ?
- I have to try to implant an idea in their minds, make them want to come here. As Dad … teen Max seems to like this kind of activity. He suggested ,eyes closed, looking for two brilliant minds with strong psychic signature.
-This kind of activity ? She repeated not sure what he meant
-Breaking the rules.

The young girl glanced at his brother, she knew how demanding using his power on a moving target was, what kind of pain had he felt when he looked after her ? Suddenly she thought about an important detail, but not enough to bother Peter, she left him without a word. Peter noticed it but decided to stay focused on his parents' minds, they now wanted to get out of their classes just like that, and find each other in the locked room. But when Peter felt his power getting weaker he knew he didn't have time to wait for them, he had to do something before irreversible things happen to them.

Malia came back later, she had felt the changes in her power too, it was like she returned back when she was 9, she didn't know how much time she spent out of the room but visibly enough to find Peter on the floor, struggling with the simple act of breathing.

-Peter !

She ran to him, falling on her knees, ready to use her powers.

-Don't, he said interrupting her, we have to go home, now.

Malia knew it wasn't the time to argue with him about giving her orders, she took his hand and sent them back in 2038, seconds after they left, in Peter's room. The now heavy breathing teen tried to get back on his feet and with Malia's help sat on his bed.

-What have you done ? You clearly didn't use the normal amount of powers, you're on the limit of overdose. Are you trying to die ? She asked furious and horrified at the same time.
-I saved us, again. You're welcome.
-Sorry, thank you Pete. At least, can you tell me what happened ? Please.
-We didn't have enough time to wait for them, we were starting to disappear, you must have felt your powers getting weaker. I erased their memories of us before they managed to arrive
. Peter explained a hand on his head, she was right : he used too much of his powers for his own safety.
-You're trying to tell me that you erased their memories with this distance between you and them ? While they were walking to us ? This is Impossible.
-Nothing is impossible if you want it to happen.

Before she could come up with an argument, Malia noticed that Peter was starting to bleed from his nose, she brought her hand to him but instead of letting her get closer, he took her hand in his and a tissue with the other hand.

-It's nothing, I just need to rest for an hour or two. He said before lying on his bed.
-I'm sorry I should've stayed with you, I could've helped you with ...
-Malia, please. I agreed to come with you, you said it yourself I have my part of responsibility, it's okay...and maybe now you can tell me where you went .

She sat on his bed, and looked at him, a little worried about his nose bleed.

-Principal's office. Dad destroyed a security camera, I wasn't sure if there was other ones in the school but I didn't want us to be on these. So I tried to delete our little excursion from the data. But then there was a little problem.
-Which was ?
Peter hesitated, unsure about what catastrophe Malia could cause.
-The computers and cameras used are like antiques, the software on my phone wasn't compatible with it, so I did the first that came to my mind.
-Let me guess, you hit it and accidentally destroyed it ?
He tried, with a little smile on his face
-Exactly !

They looked at each other before laughing like two children for a good five minutes.

-Well, it was worth of our time ! There is absolutely no picture of them before their wedding, it was the perfect occasion ! You have to admit it, it was exciting : as if it was our first superhero mission together ! She screamed clearly under the effect of adrenaline. I let you rest, I have pictures to print.

Peter released her hand so she can go, she got up and walked to his door. But before she could reach for the doorknob Peter said :

-Malia, if that's what being a superhero is with you, I should retire right now.
-You can't deny it. I'm the best superhero.

She stormed out of his room, closing the door behind her ; but Peter was okay with that he knew that she didn't took it seriously.

-You are right. Nobody's above you, little sister.