[ WP ] *sigh* Let 's have some tea . I 'll put the kettle on . We need to talk ''

Titrit, or Imp by her hero name, had had a really bad day. She hoped that the six pack of beer she was carrying and her boyfriend could change that, even if the beer did n't really work. 
 
 The elevator was n't on the ground floor, so she took the stairs two at a time up to the third floor. Her boyfriend, Chris, was standing in the doorway to their apartment, a worried look on his face. She watched his eyes drift down to the beer in her hand. *sigh* `` Let's have some tea. I'll put the kettle on. We need to talk.'' 
 
 Those four words scared her more than any supervillain could. 
 
 He was her anchor into normality, the part of her life that was n't consumed by her identity as a hero. Losing him would hurt worse than any physical injury she could imagine. Her face must have reflected this because Chris quickly spoke again. `` Relax, it's not what you think it's about.'' 
 
 She followed him inside, fear gradually being replaced with curiosity. `` So what is this about?'' 
 
 `` You know that thing at involving your work you've been telling me about?'' 
 
 She opened a beer and began to sip it, this seem suspicious. `` Yeah, the'level ten threat'. Poor girl still has no idea what's going on.'' 
 
 `` Well I met her two days ago.'' 
 
 Titrit frown, it was an incomplete though. `` And?'' 
 
 `` And again today.'' 
 
 `` What are you leaving out? And why is the shower -'' She wipped her head around to look at him, her voice a soft panicked squeak. `` She's here!?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' He had a sheepish look on his face. `` I'll be straight forward. She needs help, badly.'' 
 
 `` Well yeah. She has most of the country af -'' She stopped talking as she remembered the conversation she had with another'hero' earlier. 
 `` How bad and where?'' 
 
 `` Her abdomen, but I do n't know how bad it is. Only that she looks bad and that she was barely lucid on the drive over here.'' 
 
 `` She was shot.'' 
 
 `` Wait? How do you know that? You have n't even seen her yet.'' 
 
 `` You remember Sceadu?'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Real name's Erno. The kinda weird guy that we kept having troubles with about three months ago.'' 
 
 `` Does n't ring any bells but go on.'' 
 
 `` I had a meeting with him today. A confrontation about how he let a civilian die and did n't report why. Says he found her, `` A gesture towards the bathroom, `` And that he shot her.'' 
 
 `` And when did that happen?'' 
 
 `` The night before last.'' 
 
 `` That means she's gone two days with a bullet in her. I'm very seriously considering breaking my promise not to take her to a hospital.'' 
 
 `` Why would you make a promise like that?'' 
 
 `` Because all I saw was the blood and she did n't tell me how it happened.'' 
 
 `` Well this is n't going to end well.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 `` Because I'm the one that arrested her before..'' 
 
 `` Before she escaped. How did that happen any ways?'' 
 
 `` It's a long story. Want me to tell it or do you want me to help?'' 
 
 `` I want you to help. I'll even use my power if I have too.'' 
 
 `` No.'' The reply was almost immediate. 
 
 `` Are you sure?'' 
 
 `` Yes. We've already discussed this at length, only if your life is in danger.'' 
 
 The whistle of the kettle stopped both of them. Chris removed it from the burner and turned around. `` Go help.'' He pointed in the general direct of the bathroom. 
 
 `` But what if she recognizes me? What if she's angry and wants revenge?'' Titrit knew she was panicking but she did n't try and stop herself. 
 
 `` Stop. Just. Stop.'' His words cut into her like ice. 
 `` It does n't matter if she recognizes you she wo n't do anything.'' 
 
 `` How do you know?'' 
 
 `` I just. Do. Alright?'' 
 
 She got up from the table, `` Thank you. You now I love you right?'' 
 
 `` I do because I love you just as much, regardless of the outcome of this.'' 
 
 `` Thank you'' 
 
 `` You're staling. Go'' 
 
 It was a gentle push. He knew she was scared of the girl that was in their bathroom. She left the table, knowing that even if both of them died that night, he would n't blame her, would still love her just as much and without any regrets. 
 
 The bathroom door opened slowly as she pushed it as gently as possible, speaking soft enough that no one would hear her, yet speaking to all three people in the apartment. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.''
