Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 19

I left the office floating, after first zipping up so as not to frighten the receptionist/PA/secretary/officially known as a “Messenger”

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Chapter 13

It felt so good to sleep in. I know we went to bed early last night but it just feels good. I don’t know if it’s that fact I’m in bed with Taylor or it’s our bed and this is home to me, but it feels great. Taylor’s alive because I can hear him snoring a little. I don’t imagine he slept well in the hospital knowing what I know now.

I roll over onto my stomach and a little offside taking the pillow and scrunching it in my arms to push it up enough so I can rest my chin on it as I watch him sleep. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 17

“Of course I can. Could you cope with me in fancy dress?

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Out of the Ashes, Part 2

Out of the Ashes by Misty Meenor A Comic RetCon Universe Story The Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian characters are the property of DC Comics. Dolores studied me for a moment. "You're going out there, aren't you? That's what this is about," she asked quietly. I nodded slowly, wanting her approval. "How can I not?" I asked. "Heatstroke is another metahuman, has to be. There's only a few of us in the whole world, can we really assume somebody else will just show up to take him on? He killed five cops, Dolores. He's going to own this city. And he works for the Cartel. You can be sure he won't be the only metahuman to go bad." "And what will you do after that?" "I'll go after the Carpaci family. With me dead, the D.A.'s whole case falls apart. They'll be rubbing his nose in it."

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Chapter 12

It’s a long night. Taylor’s attack went on and lasted most of the night. He either passed out from the pain of it all or it finally let him go. He slowly began to untense and unwind about 3:40 AM, we’d gone to bed about 10 so that was almost six hours of holding him and being only able to offer him my small comforts as I held him and watched as he went through hell.

I learned a hard lesson tonight. I learned what it’s like to watch somebody you love more than breathing go through something like this and not being able to do anything about it.

Gunfire was almost constant as I stared down the hall I knew held a very powerful Telepath though I still wasn’t able to see him and chewed on ideas to make things more difficult for him.

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CHAPTER 14

Dave turned up on time on Tuesday morning and I loaded almost all of my kit into his estate car. Geoff had insisted I keep custody of our instrument, so in it went, and Dave pointedly hinted he could take the bike (and me) as well.

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Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 12

I am going to gloss over large parts of the weekend, dear reader, because a succession of descriptions of me shaking my bits to some band you’ve never heard of will leave you, well, leaving me.

I gave the man sitting on the other side of the table a glare that plainly said my patience was close to being gone and my temper was frayed to the point of being dangerous.