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Of all her abilities, Mia loved flying best. There was something about having the freedom to come and go as she pleased that was comforting. After a shouting match at House, she'd taken off at the fastest speed she could reach, flying west and following the path of the sun. Mia had broken through clouds the color of molten lava, exhaling the moisture as she pushed past them. She didn't stop until she felt a little like herself again.
When she was slightly calmer than she had been, she floated in the middle of the sky, so high over the world that she couldn't be spotted by the naked eye. It almost surprised her to remember that she had her phone in her hand. When she looked down, she noticed the thing.
"Oh... shoot," she said, realizing that there was a brand new crack running down the center of her phone. After another minute of pressing buttons and reading a blank screen of death, Mia mumbled, "Shit." She'd broken it without meaning to.
Mia exhaled and considered throwing the stupid thing as hard as she could. The only thing that stopped her from doing so was the possibility that she'd hit a plane and hurt people. In the end, Mia used laser vision and disintegrated the useless phone. She crushed the powder and remaining pieces and blew what was left in the wind. Mia only felt a little better.
Mia missed her father. There were days when being super was extraordinarily hard. Mia turned to Clark on those days for wisdom. He'd always put a smile on her face and would say something that made her feel better. He wasn't here now. Mia could almost understand how her mother was angry at him for not being there for them. She couldn't understand not loving him, but Mia loved her mother enough to not really fault Cuddy for this.
After some time passed, Mia puled her hair back. She headed south, to find snow. She stopped when she reached Antarctica and sat in a snowbank. There was no fortress of solitude here. Mia had searched for it on more than one occasion. Her eyes watered and the tears that slipped down her cheeks froze by the time they reached her chin.
When she was done, Mia rose to her feet and toed a pile of snow. "Time to go home," she said, feeling a little better. She chewed her lip as she lifted herself off the ground, she wondered how she'd explain to her mom that she'd broken her cellphone and a nearly 500 page Calculus textbook. More importantly, she wondered how she could cheer her mom up.