Author's Note: There will not be that accelerated growth thing for supe babies, how could the Thundermans have possibly been able to keep Chloe secret if that actually was a thing?
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Chapter 2
Metroburg:
Parisa sighs as she dresses in a generic super suit, no way in Hell was she using her actual one for school pictures, it was just stupid to do that. School picture day for you as well?
Yep, at least you don't have to dress in a super suit for yours.
Point, want video of my dual pronged prank on Phoebe?
What are you going to do to her, Max?
Chocolate and Cheese sauces, the traps can only be bioelectrically triggered by her. This also means I will most likely be getting grounded.
Parisa rolls her eyes at this, Since when does grounding you ever work?
Not my fault my parents haven't yet realized that I have numerous ways around their punishments of me.
Oh, you mean like the fact that you can telepathically talk to me anytime you want.
Yep, and even better, you're the only one that DOES know about my other powers, since I can telekinetically shield myself from being picked up as a telepath or electrokinetic, though I do have a new watch band that I made that does the same thing, and since I'm an electrokinetic it can't be shorted out, or EMP bombed either.
Parisa takes on the air of a bored teen while waiting her turn for her picture to be taken, stupid alphabetical by last name picture taking order. How are you liking non-supes school?
I hate it! At least supes science has more chances for proper explosions, dammit. I'm even more bored here than I was in Metroburg.
Parisa can feel Max hang up so to speak, and bemoans the loss of her being stuck in line while waiting to have her picture taken distraction.
Hiddenville:
Max smiles to himself as he walks away from Phoebe, and her best friend Cherry. Sure, Phoebe would know he had pranked her, but the school administration wouldn't be able to prove it. While he had been at it, he created himself a back door into the school's security system, just in case. He knew he'd get grounded for it, but he hadn't pranked his twin in a while. There was also the fact that getting grounded didn't really phase him. Hell, he had enough copies of his phone that there was no way they could all get confiscated from him. He could always clone a new one as well.
Phoebe's embarrassment causes her to go home early, and Max makes his way through the school day. Like he had told Parisa it was infinitely more boring. He was also getting ready for what Phoebe would attempt in retaliation. He had long since locked her out of his Max 3000, the computer that he built himself.
Metroburg:
When the school day ends Parisa could be found gathering what she'd need to take home for the day. She'd need Max's help with her Supes Science class homework. The blonde closes her messenger bag, shuts her locker, and just as she starts to orb home a hand grabs on to her shoulder, " Going somewhere, Mathews? "
Parisa pales at the voice, " Marvin McKeel. "
" Miss me, Mathews? "
" Like a dog misses fleas. " Parisa ripostes, why, oh why did this idiot have Power Negation as one of his powers?
He slams her into the locker bank behind her, and then places a hand around her neck, " Now that wasn't very nice, Mathews. Come on, last chance to be my girl, willingly anyhow. "
MAXIMUS OCTAVIUS THUNDERMAN, get your ass to me, NOW!
Hiddenville:
Max practically trips over his own feet as he walks home from school when Parisa's call came through. Ducking into a tech and human blind spot Max electroports to his girlfriend. He'd heard the undercurrent of fear in her telepathic tone, and that was all the motivation he needed to respond, immediately. His grounding could wait, Parisa could not.
Metroburg:
Parisa flinches when she's slammed into the locker bank again, and then Marvin's hand tightens around her neck, " Well, Mathews, what's it gonna be? "
He was not expecting the left hook that slammed into his jaw, forcing him to let Parisa go. The blonde can feel a hand steady her, " McKeel, I didn't think you were this stupid. " Max says, his chestnut eyes flashing dangerously.
" How the fuck did you get here? "
Max's smirk was not for the faint of heart, " I have an app for that, and one that lets me know when someone messes with my Girl. "
Funnily enough he actually did have those apps, for just in case scenarios like this one. Once Max was sure Parisa was steady enough he lets go of her. He had every sense on alert, just in case McKeel had some flunkies floating around somewhere. He'd felt his powers click off the instant he had arrived. This didn't concern Max, because he could kick ass with the best of them in hand to hand combat. Parisa's Aunt Phoebe certainly hadn't minded refining his hand to hand whenever they both had the time over the years. Throw in the fact that Max also loved dancing, well, McKeel was in trouble. Though he did wonder where the teachers were.
While having his back to the locker bank was good, he didn't dare stray too far from Parisa either, and since their powers were negated she couldn't just orb out. Piper refused to teach Parisa how to make a transportation potion for emergency purposes only. She was of the firm opinion powers should only be used when necessary. That apparently extended to potions as well. It didn't matter that Parisa was registered as a Super, and therefore the Elders had no jurisdiction over her. Parisa spent as little time as possible with her Aunt Piper, as she accepted the fact she was born with powers. Piper fought it every step of the way, kicking and screaming the entire time.
Neither teen was expecting McKeel and his flunkies to teleport out just then. They found out why half a minute later as it felt like the world explodes around them. Max spins around after he gets slammed into Parisa, forcing her into the locker bank for a third time. Her weight pulls him to the ground, as he wraps his arms around her even as the lockers drop on top of them. Max's world goes dark, his last cognizant thought was of Parisa.
Hiddenville:
Phoebe is still fuming about the dual pronged prank Max pulled on her when pain crashes over her so quickly she's dropped to her knees. Like all twins Max and Phoebe were linked together, in their case, empathically. Her irritation with Max is quickly forgotten, she'd just walked into her room when that happened. What concerned her was the pain had dulled quickly, telling her Max was unconscious, " Mom, Dad! Max is in trouble! " Max may annoy the ever loving Hell out of her, but he was still her twin.
The Thunderman parents freeze, the last time they had heard that tone had been from Max. They had ignored him, and Phoebe had almost been raped by a pedophile. If not for Parisa's Aunt Phoebe getting a premonition about it, she would have been. That same tone, fear married with concern and urgency got them moving.
Metroburg:
Paige Mathews-Mitchell was already racing for the door when the news came on about the High School being blown up. Her whitelighter senses told her all she needed to know, her daughter had still been in the school when it blew up, and for some reason Max was with her. Her heart lodges in her throat when she sees the remains of the school. Her eyes rove, and she orbs over to Super President Kickbutt, " My daughter and Max Thunderman are in there, alive. I don't know why Max is here, but there had to have been a reason. "
Super President Kickbutt whistles sharply, " Look alive, this is now a rescue mission, we have two confirmed teens in the building, alive! "
Architect Man is consulted on how to get them out, while Paige shows them on the blue print where they had been when the school blew up. Her talents were well known by this time, and then she sighs, before she dials up the Thunderman landline.
Hiddenville:
Barb is the one to answer the phone when Paige calls, and the cordless handset falls from numb fingers when the call ends, " That was Paige, she said Metroburg High blew up, with Parisa and Max inside. She's not sure why Max was there, just that he is, and that both of them are alive. They're working out how to get them out with minimal risk now. "
Phoebe moans, " Blown up, my twin was blown up! "
" Paige asked that we all stay here, she'll keep us updated. " Barb says, going over to Phoebe, and hugging her eldest daughter.
The worried family members all try to focus on a movie while waiting for word on Max.
Metroburg/Thunderman Home:
Handy Man and a super with x-ray vision are sent in to get Max and Parisa. It takes three hours of careful planning to get them out since Max's body weight was discovered to be acting like a pressure bandage, literally keeping Parisa alive, his back was heavily bruised, his right arm broken in three places. Paige races forward and heals her daughter, while also checking Max for anything fatal. When she discovers nothing fatally wrong with him she orbs her daughter out from under him so he can be treated. Thankfully she kept Parisa within reach of his left side. He jolts awake as his arm is set, " Easy, kiddo, you just survived getting blown up. " Paige says.
Max winces as his pain receptors wake up again, " Tell me I'll be getting the good stuff. "
" After we get your arm cast. " a doctor answers.
" Max, why are you even in Metroburg? " Paige asks.
" Marvin McKeel had Parisa cornered. He and his flunkies teleported out thirty seconds before everything blew up. McKeel is a power negater. I have teleportation, and girlfriend in trouble apps. " Max answers, eternally grateful he'd coated his new watch band with Thundertanium, along with the watch itself. He was not getting busted as a telepath, dammit! " Parisa? "
" She's fine, I healed her already, she's just resting now. None of your injuries are fatal, only annoying, and difficult to deal with. " Paige answers him.
" My back is one giant bruise, isn't it? " Max asks.
" Yep, now I need to call your family, let them know you're out, and getting treated. You'll probably have to answer several questions before you can go home though. " Paige states.
It took another three hours for Max to get treated, and answer all the questions to the satisfaction of everyone present. Paige orbs the three of them to the Thunderman home, after getting Max's prescription Ibuprofen, this was a stronger dosage than available over the counter. With a broken arm and bruised back he was going to need it, since he couldn't sleep on his stomach due to his broken arm. Parisa is cradled against Max's left side, even as they rematerialize on the couch in the living room, " Max, are you alright? " Barb asks him.
" Yeah, I'm good, just gonna be hurting for a while. Football injuries? " Max asks.
" Yeah, that's the excuse, and I know you do play pick up American football on occasion. " Paige says, " Think you guys could house Parisa during the week, I'm transferring her to Hiddenville High. I'm not happy that some punk thought that just because Max wasn't around he could do whatever he pleased with my eldest child. "
Max snorts, " McKeel is a cowardly idiot. "
Phoebe blinks, " Marvin McKeel, the power negater obsessed with making Parisa his girl, that McKeel? "
" Yes, that one. Nailed him good with a left hook though, he had Parisa pinned by her throat. "
" You're going to be Tk'ing things into the walls for the next training session, aren't you? " Phoebe asks rhetorically.
" I'm going to need a lot of breakables. " Max deadpans.
" I can source those. One of the kids I placed owns a pottery studio, and he gives me his rejects so that those people that vent by breaking things can. I'll have them over here for tomorrow. Take care of my daughter, Brain. "
Max laughs evilly, " I'd say she's the Pinky to my Brain, but Brain ended up with Billie whose actual name happens to be Sheila. "
Paige hands the prescription to Max, and he takes it from her, " The next little while is going to suck. " Max moans.
" Well, you could always sleep sitting up. " Paige tells him.
" Do you see a recliner here? " Max asks her.
" Ooh, good point. " Paige says, a teasing lilt to her voice even as she orbs out.
Max sighs, leaning his head against Parisa's, " I'm sleeping right here, and don't even suggest moving Parisa. "
" Why shouldn't we move her? " Hank asks.
" She hasn't regained consciousness yet, and every time separating us further than an arm's length apart was tried she protested. " Max answers, " I know most supers don't trust empaths or telepaths, but right now she's vulnerable, and she feels safest with me. "
All three awake Thundermans wince as one. Barb sits to take Max's shoes off and socks off, along with Parisa's, " Understood, Max, just get some sleep. "
Barb covers the couple with a light sheet, and shuts the light off. She could have lost her oldest son today, and all because he was protecting his girlfriend.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, The Thundermans, or Charmed.
