Casey was exhausted, her legs were heavy and she felt like she could hardly move them. The thought of a wonderful shower was what kept her going, she smelled like burned wood. She smiled a little to herself, 'well at least you don't smell like burned bacon'. People were screaming and shouting behind her, luckily no one had seen her leave the inferno. The sound of firetrucks were coming closer, it had taken them long enough she thought. It wouldn't do them any good, if they came too close their trucks would stick in the asphalt. It had to burn itself out, all the firedepartment could do was to make sure it didn't spread anymore than it already had.<br/>When she couldn't hear who had talked to her, she hadn't been paying attention. While she turned around two fireballs had appeared, one in each hand. She took a breath of release when she saw that it was Alistair, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw that he was sitting on her fathers bike. She was so happy to see him that she didn't even think about what she did next. She caught the helmet he threw to her, but insted of putting it on and jumping up behind him, she walked over to him. She looked in his eyes, laying a hand around his neck and pulling him closer to her. Her hand was still warm. The helmet fell to the ground as her other hand rested on his cheek.<br/>"I'm so glad you're okay." She lifted herself on her toes, then very slowly her lips touched his. She kissed him, her hand moving from his cheek to his messy hair. After a little while she let go of him, looking into those wonderful hazel eyes. She didn't wait for him to react. She took the helmet from the ground and put it on, jumping up behind him and pressing her body gently against his.<br/>"Would you mind driving me home, I don't want my dad to find out that his bike has been out on an adventure." She could feel he wasn't used to driving it, but he did fairly well. When they got back to her house she jumped of and laid the helmet next to the bike. She was wondering weather Alistair would mention the kiss, or if he would rather forget that it had happened.