Reality Crisis

Aidan had learned a good deal from Fred, but he was always open to discovering new information. And as much of it as he could manage. He realized that maybe the people here might not really have any better of an idea than he did, but it didn't hurt to ask. It also didn't hurt to make new friends.

He had decided, from looking around and having a peek outside the wall, that this was indeed not Boston, and not the world he had come from. Part of him had still clung to the idea that he'd just been moved to some craphole while he was unconscious. Aidan had hope, for the first time in his life, that he'd been dosed heavily with juniper, that he'd been knocked out and that he'd be able to get back home. That hope was completely gone.

Fred had told him he might need to talk to the woman named Belia, who ran this place. Aidan wanted to know more about her before he did, though. He wanted an opinion, or many opinions. He wanted to know what he would face, and what kind of questions she would have. Not to mention any knowledge she might have of who he was. If it was true that he was in some kind of book or show or whatever, he wanted to be ready before hand, so it wasn't such a shock if she said she knew everything about him. He really didn't like the idea of people knowing him that he didn't know. Especially not in a strange place where rumors of his past wouldn't be the source.

Right now, though, Aidan was standing in the street, almost in the heart of die Festung, looking at the sky. There was a thing there that hadn't been there before. He couldn't tell if it was a comet or some kind of satellite. He knew it wasn't a star, though, since he'd been watching for some time, and it had moved.

Boots ran along the outer walls of the skyscraper, leaving marks on the windows as he passed by. His feet moved with a remarkable sense of speed, and then suddenly left the window panes, to send the figure sailing through the air; a streak of red and blue that twisted through the air before suddenly going inverted and heading face first for hundreds of stories below. He fell through the canyons of New York City with an unmatched grace, the sleek uniform gleaming against the sunlight that reflected off the windows, and shone brightly on the brightly colored skydiver. He fell, the winds whipped past him, the streaks of the buildings becoming almost like streaks in a painting next to him, and he then reached down towards his utility belt and hit a quick switch. Motley Crue's "Kickstart my Heart" threw itself on and then the man whipped himself around, twisting before webbing the nearest building and sailing back towards the streets.

He was suddenly right side up, and shot between two large buses, to the shouts and cries of gleeful children cheering for ( The Amazing Spider-Man )

Molly slept for long hours, but it was far from peaceful. Her nightmares plagued almost every moment until it could be in doubt that she would benefit at all from being asleep. The unfortunate fact was that this was practically normal for her. It was a rare time when she slept without her inner demons playing merry hell. That was life as normal for the Ragged Lady whose mindscape was broken, shattered in places and peopled by twisted versions of the Red Court vampires, friends and loved ones turning on her and accusing her of horrible things. It wasn't until a few hours before waking that her mind left her alone long enough for her to sink into exhaustion.

It wasn't the lack of nightmares that woke her, however. Nor was it her empty stomach. Her head gave a powerful thud from the inside which caused her to groan quietly. She called it the Ragged Lady Hangover Headache. It didn't just come with pain either. Opening her eyes some, they darted around as she tried to figure out where she was. What had happened. Was anyone there with her? Her mind flat out refused to give her information. It was under protest.

Dinah had a lot to do for the potential League, but since she couldn't find Clark and Bruce still hadn't returned from the cave, she was stuck with little to do at the moment but wait and try to track down some of the names that Zatanna had directed her to.

Waiting and being idle meant less to distract her from the recent break-up and the fact that she still felt extremely out of sorts and isolated in this world. She had a potential team, but only time would tell if everyone could pull together and it wasn't the same as the team back home. Then again, the League back home hadn't been the same as it had been in the beginning either. After all, her recent stint as leader of the Justice League had ended in most of the team going their separate ways.

The best cure for thinking too much and feeling lost was always to get in a good workout. Dinah hadn't seen Abby since that first meeting, which was a shame because she wouldn't have minded a sparring partner. Though at this point, any workout was better than none.

That was why she could currently be found dressed for training and heading in the direction of the gym.

After her talk with Clark, Chloe couldn't help but think about everything that had happened between his time and her time. All of the people they had lost, all of the friend they had made, and all of the evil they had stopped. Not all in their lives was bad, she knew that, but they definitely had had their share of loss.

The most recent one of course, being Jimmy. And that was the one she blamed herself for the most. While Chloe knew she had no more control over Davis' alien side than she did over his human side, she still felt like maybe, if she had stopped him when he asked her to, if she had found another way to truly get rid of the monster when Davis was willing to co-operate, Jimmy and all of the others who had been murdered when he freed himself, would have been saved.

She knew thinking about this was useless, especially now that she was stuck in an entirely different reality, but as she took a walk around the town, she allowed herself to play the what ifs that she always did her best to avoid. Mostly because there was another apocalypse coming, in this place and their own, and she felt like it was incredibly important to learn from her mistakes. This one in particular.

And the lesson was simple, it was one she had been just speaking with Clark about: Not everyone can be saved.