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Chapter 13: Saturday

“Unnh oomf…” Peter shifted, curling deeper into the blankets as sunlight streamed through the window next to him, shining upon his face. He didn’t want to wake up. If only he could lie here forever... Peter sighed and blinked his eyes open. Then the teenager’s brow wrinkled in confusion. The room around him was unfamiliar. He sat up startled to look around, mentally wincing at the sore, stiff feeling in his muscles and side. What happened? Peter let his head fall tiredly into one hand and he closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to think through the occurrences of the past few days, but all he remembered was Rhino and pain. Everything else was a hazy, swirl of mismatched information. The teenager thought he remembered Jameson and… M.J.? Peter brow crinkled further as the feeling that there was something else really important he should remember came over him, but he just couldn’t remember. The knowledge eluded him, lurking in the dark recesses of his memory never coming forward into the light. Peter finally gave up and yawned lazily, looking around him once again. The room was nice… cozy and warm in feeling. Peter wondered whose house he was in. He shrugged his shoulders to himself. He didn't feel as if he was in any danger here and that was enough. Peter laid back once more on the bed ready to fall asleep once more, then his eyes caught sight of the clock sitting innocently on the bedside table beside him.

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M.J. had just arrived when a blood curdling scream echoedthrough Robbie’s apartment emanating from the bedroom.

The redhead was the first up from the kitchen table and was rushing towards the bedroom door when Peter burst through it.

“Peter, what’s wrong?!”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m going to be late for school!” The teenage boy was hopping up and down frantically trying to shove his right sneaker onto his foot. Accomplishing that he glanced up trying to find his backpack.

“Oh hello…?” Peter said a little confused as he caught sight of Jameson and Robbie staring at him with shocked looks on their faces. Both the news hounds had frozen half standing at the kitchen table, disbelieving what their eyes were seeing. Peter, who had been half dead not two days ago, was running around the apartment like there was no tomorrow. How the heck was that possible?

“Oh crap,” Peter muttered remembering the time. He ran over and grabbed his backpack from beside front door and, before anyone could say a word, jumped out the apartment window.

Jameson felt his jaw drop. It wasn’t until that moment the truth that Peter Parker was Spiderman really sunk in.

M.J. ran and leaned out the window Peter had jumped from to yell after the receding figure leaping across the rooftops. “Peter.. PETER! IT’S SATURDAY!!”

The redhead then turned back with a sigh to find the two men in the kitchen staring now at her. She pushed a lock of messy red hair out of her eyes subconsciously. “Don’t worry… he’ll be back. In a block or two his mind will probably figure out what I said.”

On cue, the boy that was Spiderman stuck his head back in, “What happened to Friday?”

M.J. jumped and glared at her friend hanging upside-down outside the window. “You slept through it,” she snapped trying and failing to stay mad at him. It was just so hard to be angry with him when he was hanging like that; with his hair sticking up (well down, but that’s not the point) and his big hazel eyes glittering at her innocently. It was good to see her friend up and running around again. The shocked look on his face also helped.

“Oh no,” Peter moaned. “Aunt May’s going to kill me.”

“No she won’t. Now get in here before someone sees you.” Almost manhandling her fellow student into the room M.J. continued with the explanation of why Peter was not going to be grounded for life. “Lucky for you, Robbie was smart enough to call May when it looked like you were not waking up anytime soon Friday morning to tell her you had a slight fever and that he thought you shouldn’t go to school. Hearing that new, she, of course came over, even though Robbie continuously insisted she didn’t have to. May found you, not with a fever, but definitely looking like you might have had one, which you did have earlier I might add. You really need to thank Robbie, by the way, May really gave him a talking over when she got here; saying that he was working you too hard and everything. Somehow he managed to convince her that you where in good hands and could stay here the weekend to recover so you wouldn’t get any sicker. She relented at his advice and was just about ready to move in here with you except Robbie again came to your rescue by warning her off by saying the illness might be catching and the fewer people exposed to it the better. May grudgingly saw his point and left the clothing she brought with her for you here and made Robbie promise to call her if anything else happened before leaving. After what happened to you, you really needed the rest.”

“You should be in the hospital,” grumbled Jameson having gotten over his shocked paralysis and sitting at the table again to pick up the coffee that lay before him.

Peter stared. It was the first time his brain actually registered that it was a person, it was Jameson (and Robbie) sitting at the table before him. What was Jameson doing here and so late in the morning? And, Peter not knowing what else to do, asked just that. “Um sorry, but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Then something in the teenager’s memory kicked in and he felt his eyes grow even wider. “You’re the one who found me.”

The teenager’s hush whisper was enough to make the editor look up from his coffee. He saw confusion, worry and even fright in the young man’s eyes and felt maybe just a little guilty that he was the cause of it. “Yes.”

“And… and you know.”

Jameson nodded.

Peter’s eyes then darted to Robbie. “You too?”

Robbie also nodded.

“Oh boy.” Peter suddenly felt light headed and he had to lean against the wall for support. The adrenaline that had rushed through his system a few seconds ago was gone, leaving the super powered teenager feeling more drained then he had ever thought possible. Oh my god, he realized slowly. I jumped out a window in front of them. That was so stupid! If they didn’t know I was Spiderman then, they defiantly do now.

Peter ran his hands through his hair trying to organize his memories and thoughts. What a mess… and there was no way out of it. They knew… there was no way for them not to know. Now the question was what was going to happen next? Or what had happened while he was asleep?

With those thoughts in mind, Peter looked up again to see the men intently watching him – Robbie with open understanding and concern and Jameson with… well, Peter couldn’t quite tell. The teenager sighed and pushed himself away from the wall to approach the group. “I suppose we need to talk...”

TBC…

Okay here it is… Peter is officially up and running… I really hope I did okay… please oh please sweet Muses of Writing and Literature say I did okay…

Funky weird trivia I learned from school that has absolutely nothing to do with this fanfic but I thought I would share anyway: Ever wonder what a ring-tailed lemurs ringed tail is really for? Well even if you haven’t, you’re about to find out… STINK WARS and I’m totally being serious. Ring-tailed lemurs live in relatively large groups which in turn have a sort of territory in which they roam. Now when two groups of ring-tailed lemurs bump into each other, a battle for territory begins… a battle of literally ‘which group can be the smelliest.’ Male lemurs within a group will start frantically rubbing his wrists – on which a stink gland is located – onto their tails until they feel they have smelled up their tails enough, after which they will start ‘wafting’ their smell at the opposing group. In the end, the smelliest wins and the losing group leaves, probably thinking something very much akin to ‘pee yew, you stink. We’re outta here.’ Now, the winning group is left to themselves in their peaceful albeit slightly more fragrant territory… You must admit, there are worse ways of solving conflict… Oh and I also want to mention that Aye-Aye’s (another type of lemur) are both cool and creepy at the same time… look one up, you’ll see what I mean… Oh and Sifaka’s (another lemur – pronounced she-fa-ka) are pretty and fun to watch… Anyway that wraps up my funky, weird college trivia for the day. Amazing what I learn from having a ‘higher’ education… If anyone wants to learn a little more about lemurs and in a bit of a humorous way, they can look up In the Wild: Operation Lemur with John Cleese (yes, I mean the British comedian probably best know for being apart of the Monty Python group)… I believe this documentary is up on Youtube for any interested…

HiddenFanGirl and blueraven1999: Thanks so much to you two for reviewing… you guys are just sooooooo wonderful. I really hope you like this new chapter…

P.S. Chapter Title: ‘Saturday’ from song “Saturday in the Park” sung by Chicago