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her arms high around his neck and sobbed into his chest. A
few more tears slipped out of Chris as well. He then made a stupid
joke. Sadie hit him, but softer than before. They stood there for a
while until Sadie wiped her eyes on Chris’s shirt and kissed him.
The kissing continued to their bedroom. Even though Sadie had
proclaimed repeatedly she hated the idea of make-up sex there was
no way that was going to get in the way of them right now. Besides,
when Chris would call her out on it after, she would deny it all.
But whatever circumstances pushed them into bed, it just seemed
right.
    The tension wasn’t really from the argument
they had, but from the horrible possibilities that ran through
Sadie’s head of what could have happened to Chris. He imagined she
needed to forget them and not allow any new ones to rise up. Chris
was in a similar state of mind. He just wanted to forget everything
and enjoy being home.
    A quick shower and Chris was ready for a
nap, but as he passed by his phone and automatically pressed the
home button he realized before reading the text message what it
would say.
    “Where the hell are you?” from Frank. A
couple more flattering remarks were left by the friend Chris
ditched in all the excitement of the day. The driver of the SUV
took Chris home after orders from Erik. Chris didn't think to text
Frank. Chris’s mind was stuck on a loop, playing back the
helicopter crash over and over the whole way home. But here and
now, all his thoughts were on his family.
    Chris typed into his phone a vague excuse.
He felt better, but knew Frank would push for more information. It
would wait till tomorrow. Frank dealt better with a face to face
and it would give Chris time to think about how to break the
news.

Chapter Nine
    Frank pulled up to Chris's house honking before he
even stopped the truck. Chris bustled for his things nervously and
ran outside.
    “What the hell?” said Frank.
    “Morning,” said Chris.
    “Don't morning me you little shit. I heard
what happened. It's not fucking fair. I’m the one who took you out
there and got the job. I was made to do this. I can punch harder
than you, run faster; I’m in better shape. God!”
    “You can’t run faster than me. Besides, it’s
just a title. I'm not going to really do anything different. I
still have my notepad.” Chris dangled an imaginary set of paper in
front of Frank to try to end the conversation. “Erik did mention
you – “
    “I'm going up to Erik. I need to be out in
the field too. I can kick ass and be tech support. Fuck!”
    “This isn't the army. Relax. There’s no
field or super villains’ asses to kick.”
    “Shut up.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “God, I wish I was there. Carmen took
fucking forever to get the program. It was like working with a
baby. Holding her hand the whole time.”
    “Hey, are we still on for barbecue this
weekend? What do you want us to bring?”
    “We should get Super suits just like Klaus
and Johnykin, but not so lame.”
    “You too busy saving the world in your head
to have a B-B-Q?” asked Chris
    “Yes the barbecue’s still happening. Did I
say it wasn't? Bring the dessert like you normally do. Stop asking
stupid questions.”
    Complaints burst out of Frank through the
rest of the ride and up until the front door of the labs. As soon
as Frank pushed through the entrance, as he promised, he ditched
Chris to look for Erik.
    Chris plodded his way to the A1 lab, trying
to keep his head down in case someone might stop him to talk about
yesterday. He smiled slightly and imagined what he would say, but
no one noticed him.
    At his desk, Chris pulled out his notepad.
The hospital scene hadn't been documented into the computer and he
knew Erik would reprimand him if it wasn't finished first thing
today. Chris looked up and tried to take in the entire giant lab
while the computer booted. No one was around to distract him. He
began typing.
    Two hours passed and Chris was still typing
the details of Klaus and