"Secrets Revealed" working title….Part 2 from Linda's p.o.v.
Disclaimer: same as the first one.. Don't own anything..blah,blah blah….
Pairs: Linda and Richard.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby alleyway. "You know we didn't give the waiter a tip.", he said in the midst of running. "It doesn't matter." I said as we stopped.
He ended up bumping into me and yelped as he plowed into my back, which didn't hurt, of course.
"Can I take this off now?" he asked as he felt for the knot.
"Nope, not yet." I said, making sure it was tight.
"Aww-" he whined.
"And no peeking." I stated, as I held his shoulders firmly and floated an inch off the ground with him.
"What's happening?" he said, starting to panic.
"You'll see." I said as I guided us above some trees and hovered to my favorite spot: high above the Leesburg skyline.
"Now, can I take this off?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said as he gawked at me, his eyes wide open.
"Linda?!" he stammered.
"This is what I wanted to show you. I said as I transformed into Supergirl. I saw his face go pale, and then his eyes rolled
back into his head, while his whole body went limp.
Great. He fainted.
I scanned the skyline for the nearest flat building and landed onto the rooftop, placing him gently on the concrete.
I used my Super-hearing to check his heart rate.
He was fine, just unconscious.
He looks so peaceful while unconscious.
His mouth hung open and I saw some drool drip down from it.
His green eyes fluttered behind his eyelids as I took off my boot, thinking that I could wake him up by making him inhale the
inside of my boot.
Then again, I put my boot back on and chuckled, imagining him coughing. His eyes opened up slowly and he said,
"Supergirl! Boy, am I glad to see you here. I had the weirdest dream that my girlfriend was you!"
I walked towards him and cupped his chin in my hand.
"It wasn't a dream, Richard." I said, lowering my voice to a whisper. I saw his eyes light up. He then walked backwards, away from me, then ran.
"Woah! Where do you think you're going?!" I said, flying over his head, landing in front of him with my ars folded across my chest.