SUPERGAL (part 3, the conclusion)
Andrew Sievert
1995

     McLearan thought she knew what the other was up to.  There
was the possibility to increase the speed of the merging of the
brain to the body's new capabilities during her process, but the
side effects were too serious to even make it worth
consideration.  In Tiffany's current, somewhat deranged state,
she might be plotting something best left alone.  "I've got to
get to the lab before she does!"
     Brian slowly slide out from underneath the last packing
crate, taking in the carnage with a bleary eye.  His ears were
still ringing, but were nowhere near as bad as right after he had
been breast boxed.  Shaking his head, he grabbed a nearby man
with a press badge on the front of his hat.
     "Which way did they go?"  he shouted, unmindful of the
other's broken vidcam.
     "Through the wall... They went right through the wall..."
     Brian frowned, then jogged towards the crater leading
outside. 
This was what the SIA feared the most of any situations; an all
out fight between two individuals with abilities far beyond the
norm.  He had to do something and quickly.
     He arrived just in time to see the discussion between the
two battling gargantuans.  The revelation of who one of them was
shocked him more than he cared to admit.  Seeing Missy's face on
that great body was a stopper, so much so that he did not make
it to them before the other hurtled skyward, vanishing over a
nearby roof.  A second or two later Missy followed.
     For Brian several pieces started to click together.  He had
a pretty good idea of what the projects actually were that he had
not been allowed into over the last few days.  CheckMate
Industries was in for something of a shock, he grimly promised
himself.  The SIA was small, but due to the growing fear of the
general populace about accelerated humanity it had been given
extensive power.  A judicial investigation with plenty of very
large fines was definitely in the future.
     For now though he had to catch up with the two departing
women.  Unable to travel as they, he glanced around.  Several
people in cars, rubberneckers all, had stopped to view the
action. Pulling out his badge, he stepped over to the nearest.
     "Official government business.  I need to use your car."  He
glanced in to see several teenagers eyeing him blankly.
     "The hell I will!  No way you're getting me out," the driver
said belligerently.  "I just got this thing paid off."
     Brian reached out and grabbed the side of the half rolled
down window.  With a squeeze, he cracked the pane and pulled a
piece off in his hand.  Grinding his fingers together, he stared
at the boy, never taking his eyes from the other.  Fine glass
particles drifted down from inbetween digits.  "You don't have
to leave the vehicle.  Just drive me to CheckMate Industries as
fast as you possibly can.  You two, in the back.  Get out."
     At a motion from his hand, the other three in the car hopped
out, wide eyed and sweating.  He climbed in the back as the
driver peeled out.
     "Drive as fast as you possibly can.  I'll take care of any
police or other problems.  This is a major deal here, kid.  Do
what you have to."  Brian settled back, thoughtfully popping his
knuckles as the car accelerated, the young man behind the wheel
getting into the spirit of things.
     Something was up, he surmised.  Missy was a part of it
somehow, which bothered him more than a little.  The
neutralization of unknown superhumans was his primary job, but he
never had to deal with someone he knew before.  Especially
someone he cared about so much.  There was no way she could be
crooked on this deal.  It just had to be the other huge figure. 
He held on to that hope.
     This internal angst had no effect on his preparations.  If
he had to fight again, this time he was going to be prepared.  It
would require more power.  Fortunately, power was one thing he
had plenty of, if only he could access it.
     Brian, known to the world at large as the superhuman
Psinaught, was what scientists called a focused telekinetic. 
Able to move things with his mind, he had proven unable to
manifest any of the classic abilities associated with mentalists,
other than increased mental fortitude.  His true might did not
lie in the range of his attributes but their overall power level. 
As Psinaught he was perhaps the most powerful telekinetic on the
face of the planet.
     Unfortunately this ability was unusual, to say the least. 
Brian was unable to visualize picking up something with an
invisible appendage like so many of the documented telekinetics.
It was easy once he touched the item to be lifted.  This gave
the impression of vast strength, for after a few moments of
concentration, Brian was able to shrug thousands of pounds over
his head with one hand.  His mind reached deep within himself as
well, able to manipulate the brownian motion of his very atoms
and strengthen tissues to the point of his being able to block
bullets with his bare hands or catch massive weights with little
or no effort.  The more concentration devoted to this, the more
powerful his mind became.  The greatest indication of this was
the Chicago incident when Brian, his strength augmented by a
government psionisist, devastated downtown Chicago in a display
of brute force the world had not seen since the great paranormal
battles in Berlin at the end of World War II.
     Concentration was what it took.  Normally Brian was able to
lift several tons as well as take a blow capable of killing a
normal man.  This was apparently not enough to slow down the two
women.  Brian would have to increase.
     "Focus," he told himself, starting the mental process he had
slowly learned through trial and error.  "Focus."  Breathing
deepened as he entered the first stages of a light self induced
hypnosis.

     McLearan peered into the darkened confines of the lab
warily. It had been easy to follow Tiffany's trail across town,
what with the chunks missing from various rooftops as well as
landing marks in the ground from her leaping.  She had fallen
behind however, no doubt due to Tiffany's greater practice at
getting about in a muscle bound form.  In all probability Tiffany
hadbeen busy for three or four minutes by now.
     CheckMate was quiet, it being after business hours.  All but
afew people had gone home for the evening.  McLearan had followed
the trail in through a twelfth floor window, then up the stairs
towards her lab on the fiftieth.
     Now she was outside the double doors, peering in through the
tiny inset window.  All that was visible was the fitful glare
and flicker of status lights across endless panels.  The slow
motion of a monitor with its screensaver of exploding fireworks
caught her attention for a bit, but that was all.  If it were
not for the fact that there had been a power flicker as she
bounded up the stairs, a sure sign of huge processor demands as
well as a possible portal manipulation, she would think there
was no one in there.
     Sighing, she realized she was going to have to go in if
anything was to be found out.  The hinges squeaked on opening,
but it was almost imperceptible as she crept through.  The inner
lab lights, where the particle accelerator and major apparatus
was confined in case of emergency, were on.  Glancing about at
the second and third floor walkways along the edges of the room,
she assured herself there was no one hiding there before
proceeding.
     Stepping up to the steel lined door, she pushed it open a
crack.  Nothing met her gaze outside of an innocuous looking
cabinet bursting with papers crammed into it.  A few inches
further revealed nothing new.  Carefully, she poked her head in.
     A low laugh, more of a soundless rumble than anything else,
caused her to look over to the left.  As she did a pair of hands
clapped together, her head between them.
     The door vaporized in the concussion of the impact.  The
reinforced walls fared better, but shook from the force as well.
Desks and equipment scattered in the breeze, monitor screens
shattering from overpressure.  Lights blew out, to be replaced
by the dim emergency glow of recessed systems.  Tile peeled up
from the floor, carpet rippling as well.  Outside, the glass
stretches of one side of the building exploded outward to rain
down on the streets below in a deadly hail, leaving the bare
remains poking out of over fifteen floors.  It was as if the
CheckMate Industries structure had suddenly spit out something
with a horrible taste, leaving a gaping mouth open.
     McLearan noticed none of this however, being in far too much
pain to care.  For a moment blackness threatened to overwhelm
her, but she struggled out, her head feeling as if it were the
clapper on a giant bell.  Crouched on hands and knees, she felt
the tattered streamers of the remains of her PVC suit, peeled
away from her shoulders like so much paper.  Starting suddenly,
she realized that the cube had been jarred from her mouth.  She
was normal again, and at a time that could not be worse!
     "Hmm, looks like I don't know my own strength!"  It was
Tiffany's voice, but far deeper, more reverberant.  McLearan
gasped in shock as she saw what had become of her opponent.
     Tiffany had obviously made it to the Cray and been able to
do a few design modificaions.  The leotard, hopelessly outclassed,
had given up long ago, leaving nothing but a pale glowing nimbus
of energy to surround her.  Her body, previously large, now
loomed into the air over four meters, almost half way to the
ceiling of the three story laboratory.  Every tendon, every
ridge of muscle was starkly outlined under the skin, stretching
and straining with a life of their own.  Tiffany's irises had
been subsumed under a sea of golden light that pulsed and burned
from her eyes.  Her hair spiked upward in a swath, streamers of
sparking crackles jumping around in it.
     "Welcome Dr. McLearan.  Are you impressed by the god your
machine has just created?  It is wise of you to humble yourself
before me."  Tiffany smiled, a terrible, mirthless thing.
     "I never dreamed it would be like this.  Your worries, your
fears, they are wrong.  Your process has made me realize that I
am the center of everything!  Matter is as nothing to me," she
continued, raking one hand across the nearby wall.  Five
parallel track were left, inches deep.  "I am like a god, placed
in a gossamer world."
     McLearan shuddered as she realized what had happened.  The
feelings of well being, of power that the process gave someone
undergoing it had spiraled out of control when Tiffany had taken
all of the controls offline.  She could no longer be considered
in her right mind.
     One great hand reached down and picked up the tiny cube. 
"Is this how you managed it?  How... quaint."  Tiffany laughed again
as she examined the tiny thing between thumb and forefinger. 
"Linked to your home system no doubt.  Now, what shall we do
with you?"
     McLearan did not even bother to struggle as she reached out
and picked her up by one arm.  There was no point in resisting that
iron hard grip.  Turning slightly, Tiffany tapped the phone on
the desk.
     A few moments later the tiny viewscreen lit up, revealing
the face of Director Huron.  Emotionlessly she listened to Tiffany
as she related what had happened.
     "It couldn't be helped, I suppose," she sighed, eyeing her
now supercharged cohort.
     "What should I do with her," Tiffany asked, holding McLearan
up to be seen.
     "Is that the cube you were talking about?"  Huron focused on
it.  "Squeeze it gently."  A sharp pop came as Tiffany complied.
"Now, put it back in her.  Make her swallow it."
     McLearan gagged suddenly as a thumb dug in the side of her
jaw.  Tiffany forced her mouth open painfully wide and stuffed the
device down past her tongue.  McLearan spat and twisted
furiously, but it made no difference to Tiffany, who could pulp
her to a red smear on the floor with a single motion.
     "Release her and get on over to my place.  I'll be expecting
you soon."  Huron stared at McLearan.  
     "But she'll get away!"
     "No, I don't think we have to worry about that.  considering
the damage you just did to her locater, an uncontrolled point
hole to another dimension is about to open up somewhere in her
body." Huron addressed McLearan.  "It's probably going to hurt a
great deal before it kills you.  With any luck, it might even
take out most of the building.  We wouldn't want to leave any
evidence around, would we."  The screen flickered off.
     McLearan stared in shock at the blank screen, stunned by the
callousness of what had just happened.  The moment of pain came
upon her suddenly as she felt the blossoming of the portal
somewhere within her middle.
     This time, instead of the rush of health and of strength
that normally came, only a feeling of bloatedness started.
     McLearan was at a total loss as to what could happen.  Her
home setup was entirely jury rigged in the first place, leaving
several nasty possibilities running through her mind.
     What felt like a bolt of lightning seared down her back,
swirled about in her toes, then raced back up to tingle her
hair.  Clutching at her stomach, she moaned in pain.  The
clutching quickly turned into a prodding as she realized that
her abdominal region seemed somewhat larger.
     Looking down, she gasped as she realized her belly was
slowly swelling outward.  It was not fast, but a noticeable increase
was visible.  A sensation of weight centered there, as if she
were filling up with water.  Pressing inward, she felt nothing
unusual, except for the fact that she was swelling beneath her
fingers.
     "Ohhh!" she exclaimed as a surge of pleasure raced through
her from her touch.  Apparently there was some tactile feedback
directly to her brain's pleasure centers.  The caress of her
hands across her expanding waistline was enough to delight. 
Already she looked about eight months pregnant.
     Larger and larger still her paunch bulged.  The weight was
getting hard to support as she staggered against a control
panel, supporting herself with one arm.  Fear warred with
delight as she brushed against the siding.
     "Looks like you're having fun, Doc," Tiffany commented,
poking McLearan just above the belly button.  "Wonder what would happen
if I would..." Not completing her thought, she jabbed
considerably harder, causing McLearan to stagger backwards.
     It was sort of like getting hit in the gut on a full
stomach.  McLearan felt as if she would throw up.  The effect was not what
either of them would have expected however, as she suddenly
shrank like a pricked balloon, regaining normal stature in
seconds.
     "Well, so much for that," McLearan commented, then stopped
as she felt the surge of bloatedness again.  "The portal locus
shifted!"
     This time it was her left breast, noticeable as the nipple
almost painfully stood out, followed by a tingle as the flesh
around it swelled up.  Within seconds her right had followed. 
This time the growth was not followed by an increase in size or
muscle mass however.  Instead, she could feel a sensation of
weight behind her.  Reaching back, she felt about, realizing
that her backside had started a minor growth spurt as well.  A
quick glance to the side revealed that her thighs had done some
enlargement as well.  All of it was as nothing compared to her
bust however.  Twin volleyballs hung on the front, bouncing and
jiggling with every inhalation of breath.
     "I... I'm becoming a bimbo."  McLearan watched in awe as her
chest expanded further, a kind of fascinated intensity coming
over her as she swelled beyond the DD range in her opinion.  No
longer able to see her feet, she could only feel about to
ascertain what was going on below.  From touch she estimated
herself at a curvy 50 - 27 - 38.
     "This is sort of like watching an inflatable love doll being
blown up," Tiffany commented.  "Wonder when you'll stop doc? 
Maybe you won't.  You'll just keep on getting bigger and
bigger..."
     The raw manipulation of her emotional state was missing this
time, but it was not needed for the jolt of fear from this
statement.  Already she was overbalanced enough to have a hard
time moving as she tried to run for the door.  A massive jerk of
her breasts to the left and she was thrown into a cabinet. 
Cursing inertia, she stumbled to a stop and wrapped her arms
about her new front, barely able to touch fingers in front. 
Squeezing inward proved to be of little use as everything
squished upwards into her face.
     "Stop this!  You've got to help me!"
     Tiffany shook her head negatively.  "Nope, sorry. 
Director's orders."
     McLearan staggered forward, then lost her balance and went
over backwards.  She was nearly knocked out as all the weight of her
now beanbag sized breasts came down on her, pinning her arms to
her sides under their weight.  "This can't be happening!"
     "Oh, but it is.  What a way to go.  She shuffled off this
mortal coil at the hands of her own tits.  Maybe you'll bury
yourself and suffocate before the portal really goes beserk."
     McLearan could only watch in horror as her body, out of
control, inflated ever larger, swelling up and ballooning like
some huge air compressor was forcing pressure into her.  Her
breasts mounded ever higher above her, pinning her arms to the
fingertips and rolling down over her legs.  It felt as though a
cow were sitting on her chest and she could only bleat her panic
at the unsympathetic Tiffany.
     "Well, I gotta go.  It'd be nice to hang around here and see
just how big you got."  Tiffany eyed McLearan's desk sized
breasts and frowned.  "Then again, maybe not.  I'm getting
jealous.  Bye-bye, boob girl."
     "Leaving so soon?"
     Tiffany stared at the outer door in amazement.  There stood
Brian, taking in the scene.  He only spared McLearan's
monumental concerns a single look before turning his attention
to the new and improved Tiffany.  "Ready for round two, ya ugly
lump?"
     Tiffany snarled, her hair standing up in crackling rictus. 
Charging across the room with floorshaking strides, she bore
down on the unmoving Brian.
     At the last second he stepped forward, shifting his weight
along one leg and looping one fist behind her knee as her punch
smoked by just over his head.  Twisting, he flung one leg out
from underneath her, bringing her down on her bust with an
enormous grunt and a several foot bounce.  Such was her momentum
that she slid down the hall and over the edge of the shattered
window with a startled yelp.
     "Ha!  Don't mess with someone who can control inertia!" 
Turning from the hall, Brian ran towards McLearan.  "The fall
should keep her busy for several minutes.  We've got to get you
out of here!"
     "No... time..." McLearan gasped out.  "I'm..., oh god,...
I'm too far along.  The portal's gone wild.  She panted furiously
for a moment.  "Two options... I'm either gonna explode... or
implode."  She moaned as he levered her forward, rolling her
breasts so they dragged her up to a standing position. 
Clutching his arm, she turned bright eyes on him.  "You've got
to get out of here!  I don't want to take you with me."
     To his credit, Brian looked at the door for only a moment
before turning back.  "No.  I left you once."  He turned an
anxious gaze on the consoles around them.  "There's got to be a
way to stop this!  I won't let you die."
     "Only... way now."  She paused and groaned loudly as her
breasts swelled larger, creaking and groaning as they lifted her
feet from the floor.  "Is to collapse the portal with feedback. 
It's uncontrolled though, so that'd... that'd take the force of
a small nuke.  Run!  You have to get Director Huron.  She's
behind this."
     "You aren't going to die."  Cold steel gray eyes looked into
hers from a few inches.  "I won't let you.  Were's the portal.  Exactly 
where!"
     "Swallowed transponder.  In my middle."  She squirmed in
pleasure as he ran fingers along her sides, probing.  
     "I can feel it.  It's like a hard surface just under the
skin."
     "That's the... event horizon.  It's huge!  Ooohhh... I'm
gonna pop!"  She clutched at the sides of her breasts as she rose even
higher.
     "No."  Brian felt along her waist until he had a hand on
either side, just above her hips.  "No."  Slowly, with increasing
concentration, he started to squeeze.
     "What... What're you doing?"  Her question went unanswered
as she felt his grip grow stronger.  There was almost no give, the
portal threading throughout her entire abdomen.
     A sparkle of static discharge danced across Brian's hand,
arcing down his fingers.  Closing his eyes, he let his grip
increase steadily, ignoring McLearan's gasped comments,
questions and pleas.  Running through his mind, thought over in
every exacting detail, was a scene of her, bloated beyond
belief, exploding like an overinflated balloon.  This played
again and again until every moment, every detail was crystal
clear.
     There was one thing that was causing it.  That sphere in
Missy's body.  It was going to kill her.  It had to be stopped. 
It must be crushed.  All of his will, all of his thoughts, all
of his mind focused down on that one thought.
     McLearan swelled again, her growth now coming in regular
spurts.  It was a good thing she was in such a large room or by
now the tops of her chest would be brushing a standard ceiling.
     Brian snorted, shoulders tensing as he suddenly heaved
McLearan off the floor, holding her up by the waist.  She hung over his
head, her breasts looming over them like twin blimps.  A band of
lightning encircled her middle, sparking from one hand of
Brian's to the other.
     Brian brought his full strength to bear.
     It was like being inside a car crusher, McLearan thought. 
She could feel it.  The warping and distorting of the event horizon
as forces she could barely comprehend fought for dominance
within her.  Brian's power clawed at her skin, sending shivers
through her as the pressure from the portal fought outward.
     Massive jolts of energy jumped outward from Brian, static
buildup from psionic generation.  A desk shattered under the
onslaught, then a cabinet.  St. Elmo's Fire shimmered along the
edges of the structure, lighting up CheckMate Industries in
unearthly flame.  Brian's will fed his strength, which in turn
fed his will in a loop that had started a geometric rise to
infinity.
     The upper thirty stories exploded.
     It was not a normal explosion, full of fire and smoke. 
Instead all the material suddenly leapt outward, shattering and
reshattering in a reverberating thunder that could be heard for
kilometers.
     The top of the building had been sheared off neatly, even
with the fiftieth floor.  In the center was a smooth concrete plain,
with only two figures to mar it.  
     McLearan shook her head and sat up.  Patting her arms
furiously, she looked down at herself, fearing the worst. 
Massive musculature and a great bosom met her gaze, but no
bigger than she recalled it as being from earlier.  "I... I'm
ok!"
     "Not for long."  McLearan looked up to see Tiffany moving to
stand up, having just pulled herself over the edge.  "Muscles or
not, I'm going to squash you like a bug."
     "I don't think so."  Brian walked forward, dust on the floor
rolling back from him in waves.  Rippling waves of gold steamed
off of him, rolling upward to dissipate into the air.  "I've
never been this high.  I could move mountains.  If you don't surrender
right now, I'm going to annihilate you."
     Tiffany rose over him.  From McLearan's perspective his gold
rimmed frame stood before her hulking form that extruded
strength from every pore.  "I am a goddess."  She enunciated
clearly.  "You may not tell me to do anything."
     "You are a menace.  As a fully licensed operative of the
SIA, I have the right to remove any rights of humanity from you.  If I
do so you are no more than an animal, to be hunted and killed by
whatever means necessary.  Don't make me do that."
     One huge fist raised high.  "Of course I'm not human.  I'm
better than that!"
     The blow was tremendous, shaking the building to its
foundations.  Brian did not even flinch.  A flare of gold rolled
out from his feet, flickering past McLearan almost like a wave.
     "As you see, you can't hurt me.  I'm anchored to this entire
block.  I can't be moved.  Now surrender or I will have to hurt
you."
     "Hurt me?  No one can hurt me!  I'm unstoppable!  Take your
best shot!"  With that Tiffany presented her chin at Brian's
level.
     Brian smirked back at McLearan.  "Hold on to something." 
Turning to Tiffany, he commented, "You asked for it.  This is
the big leagues you're playing in now.  The first thing to
remember is that no matter how good you are, there's always
someone who's got a bit more.  What you're doing is called a
'mistake'.  Learn from it."  He leaned back.
     McLearan was glad for her returned strength and durability
in the next few seconds.  The shock wave from Brian's strike nearly
tore her from the ground.  Only by quickly digging her fingers
into the tile and concrete was she able to save herself.  The
howling windstorm abated after a moment, leaving her and Brian. 
Of Tiffany there was no sign.
     McLearan rubbed at the buzzing in her ears as she sat up. 
Brian walked over after peeling his feet out of the smoldering
holes they were buried in.  The floor was warped and deformed
around him, melted into strange and twisted shapes.  He sat down
next to McLearan and sighed.
     "Are you ok?" she shouted, unnecessarily loud due to her
hearing loss.
     "I'm fine." He noticed her quizzical look.  "I'm fine!" he
spoke up.  "It's just that I'm coming down from a power high. 
It's sort of like reaching out and touching the sky, then having
to go home to a cave.  I'll be fine in a while."  Placing his
hands on his head, he slouched over.
     Slowly, almost hesitantly, she placed one hand on his back,
noticing how large it was in comparison.  She must be back up to
the nine foot range.  "I just wanted to thank you.  For saving
me, I mean."
     Those gray eyes fastened on her again.  "All in a day's
work."
     "Where's Tiffany?"  
     Brian squinted upwards.  "Judging from the angle I hit her
and the force involved, I'd guesstimate low orbit in a little bit." 
He snickered at her stunned look.  "C'mon, I just collapsed a
portal to another dimension.  Don't you think I'd be able to hit
a few ton babe hard enough to give her escape velocity?  That
really isn't that high a speed.  I gave her the option of
surrendering, she just didn't take it."  He sighed again.  "She
really was a menace, you know.  Whenever anyone starts tripping
on the illusion that they're superior to everyone else trouble
follows.  SIA's been authorized to be pretty nasty in such a
situation.  It doesn't make me feel any better for what I did to
her though.  From what I've seen of your process, she might live
a long time."
     "How did your clothing survive all of that?  Mine crapped
out pretty quick."
     "Hmm?  Oh, well.  My power reinforces me, making me tougher.
It also can be applied to surrounding things.  Clothing is easy.
I can also anchor myself to things, like I just did to this
entire area.  That's what all the light was.  If I hadn't done
that, I'd be buried about a mile deep from launching Tiffany
there."
     Brian shook and nearly slid over.  Shifting her hand,
McLearan pulled him upright, then towards her.  "Here, lean on me."  With
the way she was sitting and her extra height, his head was
pillowed on one breast as he leaned back with a sigh.
     "A guy could get used to this sort of thing.  Why are you at
that size?  I thought something went wrong, considering the way
you were puffing up when I came in."
     "I am quite the dairy queen all of a sudden, aren't I," she
smiled, then became serious.  "Something did go wrong.  I think
I'm stuck here for now, sort of like Tiffany is stuck at her
size.  You two pretty much vaporized the computer system here at
the labs.  I'm gonna be big from now on, unless I figure out a
way to fix it.  What's going to happen to Huron?"
     "Plenty."  He leaned even more, smushing his head around a
bit, smiling dreamily with his eyes closed.  "With you around as
really obvious evidence, she's going to spend a very long time
in jail.  The laws on human modification are quite strict and
getting moreso all the time as each new superhuman pops up.  We
scare normal people pretty badly."
     "Brian?"  He rolled his head back, looking up at her
backwards.
"I really appreciate what you did today.  You didn't have to
stay."
     "Yes, yes I did."  He pulled himself upright, leaning on her
shoulder.  With her sitting down, they were about the same
height.  "Missy, I may have run out on you when I was first
starting to learn to deal with these abilities, but that's
because I was scared.  I'm not scared anymore, and the important
thing here is that I still... I still love you.   I realize
after all that you have reason to never talk to me again, but at
least you know how I feel."
     "So, what are you going to do with me?" she smiled slowly. 
"Hide me away as your three meter love slave in some dingy
apartment?"
     He blinked, then laughed quietly.  Their lips drew closer
together, his coming in over her shoulder in order to get around
her chest.  The news helicopter coming up and shining a light
down on them startled them out of the moment.
     "Oh great!  And me bare ass naked!" McLearan shouted,
angrily waving them off.
     She felt her head being turned to the side as Brian pulled
her chin into alignment with his.  "Ya wanna know what I'm going to
do?  How about a job?  SIA's always looking for someone with a
brain and you can get far on my recommendation."
     It was her turn to blink, then laugh joyously.  "Can I be
your junior sidekick?  Howabout a really tight spandex outfit? 
Considering you just blew up my previous place of employment and
are probably going to arrest my boss in the near future, I
accept."
     He grinned.  "First things first.  Rule number one of being
a super hero.  Screw the press.  Do what you want on your free
time and let your boss worry about putting a positive spin on it
later!"
     With that he kissed her.  The wind from the helicopter
buffeted them and the camera crews filmed away, but they were not
something of importance.

THE END
(Probably.  More than likely.  For now anyway.)