The first act of heroism.

Morning after

The first thought in his head; oh my head, Fucking hangovers! second, What time is it? third, fuck. Flash Sentry Looked around the apartment the transfer girls had dragged him back to. One was from some school out in New Salem, Laura something...Laura Draco? He thought trying to recall her name too clouded by the New Amsterdam orange flavored vodka and cheap Palo Viejo Rum still trying to filter through his blood. The other (most guys would call the situation lucky) was some redheaded skank (In his mind she was one anyway) from some fancy place...he tried to recall the name of the school she told him she came from last night. "Alfea academy wasn't it?" Flash said softly to her. The redhead smiled in her sound sleep and placed and arm where flash had been in between them not too long ago. When she couldn't feel him there her expression briefly became one of concern but quickly shaped back into a smile when the pale pinkish white girl on the right side placed her own arm over her in her sleep and they drew each other closer together.

"Least they can keep each other cozy." Flash thought looking around; the apartment wasn't too bad, the place was nicely kept and better then the roach motel he expected to wake up in, but it was a far cry from his house in the vale, the premium gated community on the edge of Canterlot, bordered by the King James III Country club and the shore, it was a far better place for a rich boy like him. Not to mention with a reputation to uphold as a star quarterback and captain of the C.H.S football team on the line of being seen in a place like this. Part of him hated to leave the two ladies here after a night of boozing and banging it up, but in spite of what most people will say about him, Flash wasn't all that nice a guy.

"Price to pay when you got and image to uphold and a lot your shoulders, sorry girls nothing personal." He said to them both struggling to get his Letterman jacket on having only recently got it for his new position on varsity, lucky him. He felt the pocket and felt relief when he found his wallet (and cash) still in one pocket as well as his car keys. For some reason; looking at the pink pale girl with her black and pink highlighted hair, made Flash feel on his neck as if checking it for not just a hickey, but also a wound. Like a real blood causing wound, thankfully while she did love bite him, she hadn't drawn blood. In his rush to get home and play it sick in bed before his parent busted him, Flash didn't realize the chain of events he was going to play a crucial role in that day.

It's commonly believed that once you sleep it off, The booze in your system is burned off and you're in the clear albeit with a raging hangover screaming in your skull. Well that's not entirely true. See; for a few hours after you've rotted out your insides, the B.A.C. levels can still cause some of the effects of alcohol to affect your system. So when he made his way down those steps struggling not to stumble down them and fracture his neck, Flash was still highly impaired from the booze in his system. Only since he believed that with it being hours after drinking, that he was just fine. Not true in the slightest given how he struggled to find his control enough to open the door to his Camaro open.

"Uhh my head, damn those two skanks, too cheap to get their...'mule' to buy the good stuff. Wouldn't be still fucked up if the shit they had that bum buy for us the same cheapo shit he drinks on a daily basis." The very colorful vocab of Flash was declaring as he finally got behind the wheel before clutching his temples as a throbbing attack of pain surged through his skull and a ringing almost like explosion shock practically made his eardrums rupture. "Uh Damn it all...Maybe I should just..." No wait around here for the girls to wake up and they'll have the biggest man on C.H.S campus dead to rights, who knows what they could get from blackmailing him with everything they had?

Flash turned the AC on with the windows up and blared the radio to a heavy metal station. Flash wasn't the biggest metal fan but the wild and vulgar (as vulgar the radio let them be at least) hard rocking guitar tunes of the particularly bad track the station picked was an Anacin in comparison to the pain in his skull. Okay a quick three blocks to get a Espresso shot (make it double) from a drive thru; another 14 to the expressway, then two miles to the off ramp into the vale, piece of cake.

Bike Ride

"High Ho! Miyazaki!" The not quite timid Teenager Peter Page-turner said as he made a wheelie pop with the Girl he liked...loved even over the handle bars. "Away!" With that; the two of them took off down the incline of the aptly named Clayton Moore Drive; the steep winding street all but empty of the cars that often use caution when going down, but the two on the bike? Such a fear was lost on them. Peter felt like the sightless swashbuckler Daredevil himself as the wind rushed into his ears. Pulse throbbing in his sides, and the adrenaline surging thorough every nerve as he tightened his grip on the bars. As for Rainbow Dash; It felt like...flying. Sure she possessed hidden away, a pair of fully usable pegasus wings that only need her concentration to summon and allow her to actually do just that, but what good was the thrill of a wild bike ride down a hill when you can't enjoy it the same way as non flyers? Even with the actual powers of the pegasus within her, there was still the heart stopping thrill as she sat on the bars her palms the only thing keeping her from being sent flying in a less pleasant way as her hair flew behind her like rainbow tassels in the wind.

"Peter!?" She shouted over the wind.

"Yeah!?" He shouted back.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?!"

"Rainbow...I have no idea!" He said laughing wildly as he did start gently pumping the brakes on the handlebars. The trick was to pump not force them, doing so at the speeds they had reached would be disastrous. Pumping them more gradually however would allow the bike to slow down at a pace that would allow them to safety brake.

The intersection of destiny

"Oh Carrot, I don't think Pound should be so close to the street so soon." The woman with hair that looked like a dollop of frosting just outside sugar cube corner said nervously. Mrs. Cup Cakes; her husband Carrot Cakes, and their twin children Pound and Pumpkin, had gone outside to enjoy the autumn weather. The twins had just passed from their infancy, but they still where small toddlers. Diapers traded for training pants, Bottles for sippy cups, (though Pumpkin was a bit reluctant to give up hers easy) walking just starting to kick in, and vocab limited to little tidbits of the English language.

"Honey Bun," Mr. Cake said helping his son catch the mini soccer ball in his little hand. How are they ever gonna be social with the other tykes if they don't get out more? He said giving his son a little ruffle on his head and chuckle, the little boy responded with a soft.

"Dada!" While squeaking happy. None present could foresee what was just around the corner.

Drive

The thrashing metal music; the icy AC in the middle of September, and the coffee in his cup holder could only do so much for the hangover driving Flash. Maybe if he cracked a mag on health while getting his perfect teeth cleaned at Crest Hour's (Colgate minute's Brother) dentist office, or read that pamphlet at his dermatologist office on the subject, he'd have known better that day about driving with a hangover. "Almost there!" He shouted groggily his foot hitting the accelerator to get up to speed onto the off ramp. Maybe If Flash had only though of taking it slow and steady, things would have been different. His Camero roared with its horsepower gunned at maximum overdrive and he sped down the street to the intersection where Sugar Cube Corner lead onto the highway.

Last moments of peace.

The bike coasted gently to a stop just outside the newly renovated Sugar Cube Corner; The Cakes family smiled at the two of them happily, Mrs. cake noticed the riders being a boy and girl couple prompting her to comment how it reminded her of her husband and their first date, because he hadn't gotten permission to use the delivery van from his father for anything but deliveries. The comment prompts Rainbow to chuckle nervously and blush before asking,

"Pinkie in today?" Before Dismounting the handle bars.

"She sure is dearie, go on in while I get these two ready for lunch...Sugar dumpling?" She asked her husband looking a bit nervous, "Where's pound?" A light blue girl with snow white hair raises her hand pointing to the little boy chasing after the mini soccer ball rolling into the street then shrieks in panic as the black Camero is darting down the street towards him. "SWEET CINNAMON STICKS! CARROT THE BABY!" She screams taking to her heels as does the father.

"SLOW DOWN THERE'S A KID IN THE ROAD!" Mr. Cake Shouts unaware that his voice can't be heard over the raging beat of Metallica's The Unforgiving blared over the XM stereo.

The Car

"What the hell are they doing?!" Flash asked in his haze of post drunkenness at the adults running toward the curb flailing their arms like crazy. His car was so low to the ground and the seat even lower, that he couldn't even begin to see the tiny boy chuckling happily unaware of the ever approaching car. Camaro's aren't exactly two ton Mack trucks, but to a little one so small and delicate, just out of their baby days, Its enough metal and speed times velocity to equal...an untimely end.

Reflexes kick in; time seems to slow, Mrs. Cake readies her frantic scream. The image of her son splattered by the car already coming into focus like a Polaroid fresh out the slot. Mr. Cake's breath cathces in his throat as he stumbles on a bump. The younger male Peter, almost as if under some strange force, act other wise. His feet make him dive from the seat of Miyazaki, carried by the force of the dive. Time slows down around him, seconds feel like hours, it's the closest you can get to bullet time in reality. Arms stretch out for little Pound Cakes's grey shirt, not sure what good it will do, He catches the back of the child before the flying dive makes him roll onto his back. The child in his arms safe, looking at him while the sun blazes down into his eyes, all he hears is the sounds of screams and the blaring of the cars horn. The boy smiles at him, he smiles back. Then time catches up with him.

The initial impact doesn't feel too bad; His shoulders are arguably better to land on the asphalt then his chest and belly, less chance of something getting ruptured by bone fragments. Then comes the pain in his foot, It's searing and excruciating, the car clearly had struck it hard enough to twist the ankle and sprain it. Then Comes the pain of landing on his shoulders. He tries to tell himself that its better since they absorbed the impact on his spine, and hopefully that means his actions haven't cost him his mobility. He can still feel his legs, because had the fall crippled him then he shouldn't be feeling the swelling in his foot. So there's that.

He's given a harsh reminder he's not Wolverine; or Deadpool, despite the similar name he isn't Peter Parker, aka the Amazing Spider-man. He's not the Incredible Hulk who's muscles protect him from harm, He's definitely not the man of steel Superman, or Cyborg who's metal body is like armor, he's not Lobo, the last of his race (because he killed all the others to be the last one) who's regeneration allows him to smoke a cigar in space, and hes not even the villain Saber-tooth or Micheal Morbius. As much as he'd give anything too be, just to make the pain stop. Blood rushes to his head as things get hazy, He can just barley hear Mrs. Cake Cry out,

"Dear Heavens above! Someone call an ambulance!" AS she lifter her son into her arms and held him like she'd never let him go, "OH Thank you! Thank You!" She said through tears as his vision faded to black. It wasn't his time, but a body can only take so much when you're not a superhero.

Recovery

"Mr. and Mrs. Cakes! I think he's coming around!" He heard a distant voice call, it was a girl but not rainbow dash, it was someone else..someone who...he didn't expect to be talking with again for a while. His eyes opened up to a light blue haired girl with snow white hair. She smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, for some reason...their was no pain. "Hello Peter." The Great and Powerful Trixie said to him before tapping his foot softly, again there was no pain.

"I just don't understand it, I saw the kid and practically heard the bones cracking." Mr. cake said as placed a fresh warm compress on his back under his shirt. "By all accounts, you ought to be in a body cast Peter." He said as Trixie fiddled with the compress.

"Now Honey bun, maybe the fall just wasn't as bad as we thought." Mrs. Cakes said as she walked over to him with a steaming mug of rose-hip and hibiscus tea for him. Peter had been sat into the softest booth the bakery had, and while an Ambulance hadn't been called, a police cruiser was outside.

The officer stuck a breathalyzer into Flash's mouth hard and said harshly "breathe kid." The officer had a special ire for drunk drivers, having seen what they can do, especially to little ones more times then he would have ever wanted. The test came back 0.0 no blood alcohol but the after shocks, he had left in the clear, as much as he would have given anything to book this S.O.B with A DUI, there was nothing he could legally do, it was like a child murderer being free on a miss-signed or missing search warrant in the officer's morality book, but there was nothing he could do. Of course the punk was looking at failure to stop at an intersection, reckless driving; reckless endangerment, and endangering the welfare of a child at the least.

"Peter?" Rainbow Dash said looking at him as he sipped the tea.

"Yeah?" He asked her feeling almost as if...nothing had ever happened.

"You're either incredibly brave or unbelievably stupid...but...I guess that makes you unbelievably cool." She said smiling at him lovingly. "I'd hug you but as an athlete, I know that could only cause more pain."

"Actually Dashie...I can't really explain it, but I don't feel any pain anymore." He said stepping on his "sprained" ankle that had miraculously healed up.

"But?...How did?" Rainbow dash said in awe at the now nonexistent injuries. Neither of them noticed the light blue girl with silver hair as she left the shop. No one noticed the faint orange glow emitting from her hands as she smiled and chuckled as she adjusted her blue witches hat and silver pentacle necklace around her neck.