A/N (FE159): I only own my character Nat and Eduardo only owns her character Rachel. Just so nobody's confuzzled about who's character is who's. If we did own YJ there would've already been a season 3 and Wally would've come back.

Nat's POV

When I moved to New York from Rodeo last year, my close friend, Rachel Pate, and I decided to keep up our friendship over the internet. I know, it sounds cliché, and honestly, for a few months it was. Being a new girl in a huge city, it was chaos, me not making a lot of friends, the usual. So when summer finally came around, Rachel and I planned for her to come and stay for a week in New York. That's when it happened. How our lives went to hell.

NEW YORK CITY

JANUARY 4TH 2013 20:30 EST

Rachel and I hurried out of the clothing store, without a single thing considering everything was expensive. My mom normally would go with us, but my dad took her out for "date night", so I grabbed a credit card I hid under my mattress and Rachel and I went off to the closet shop. We had to get back before midnight, but at only eight thirty we were good enough on time to go back and watch a few episodes of Young Justice. A husky voice broke me out of my thoughts; a guy's voice drew my attention. Two of them, just a few years older than us were leaned up against the wall, staring. "Hey girls, you look lost."

This shook me. We were never the kind of girls to draw a guy's attention, considering we were both gigantic nerds. Rachel took a small side-step away from them, taking us closer to the road. I kept my head down, not looking anywhere close to the boys. As I thought we were in the clear, the voice came again. "Hey, we know this city pretty good, I'm sure we could help you find exactly what you're lookin' for, darlings."

Rachel's brown eyes met mine and whispered. "Nat."

I shook my head, unsure of what to do. We turned down the street that led to my apartment, their steps following behind.

"I have Mace."

I shook my head again, mouthing "No," in her direction. For the millionth time, I wished she would be quiet. Sometimes that girl didn't know when to shut up.

I stared ahead at my apartment, wishing the distance between the door and ourselves would decrease. No such luck. Still too far unless we run and I don't know about Rachel, but I don't run. Ever.

"Nat," Rachel whispered.

"What?" I said, to humor her, though I knew this wasn't the best time.

"There's only one now."

I risked a tiny glance over my shoulder, and see that yes, she is indeed correct. She throws me one of her infamous confused faces, one with eyebrows down and an exaggerated grimace that took up the majority of her face. I shrugged slightly, unsure of what to do.

Then I hear it. Footsteps, fast and multiple. It was a sprint, and I knew he was coming after us. When I looked back again, he was coming for us, along with several of his buddies. I saw one charge around a street corner, and Rachel screamed as two had cut around us, waiting for us as we ran. We stopped, and I realized we were surrounded. By now there were five of them and I wasn't confident we could stop them if they attacked us.

Rachel grabbed my wrist, charging between two of them and ran into one of the many parking garages around us. I stumbled along behind her, unable to see in the darkness,but determined to put distance between us and the teenagers. Rachel dragged me towards the staircase and pushed me ahead of her.

Exhausted by the third level, I spotted a clump of dark cars in one of the corners. We dived behind them, but I could still see enough that when they made their way passed us, I saw an opportunity to make a break, though a stealthy one. Very quietly, Rachel and I got up and slowly moved closer to the way down. Until I tripped over my own feet. They all turned to us and smiled. Advancing, their grins grew more like the Joker's than anything else.

No, I thought, I am not going to stand for it. Standing, I moved in front of Rachel, and put my hands out to stop them. "Stay, AWAY!"

Suddenly, there was a flash of pure white light and we weren't in the parking garage, but instead in an alleyway, around in daylight, and no boys anywhere. What?

Rachel's POV

GOTHAM CITY

JANUARY 4TH 18:21 EST

The sunlight was in my eyes as Nat and I stood up. One second we were in a parking garage ready to try and fend off idiot teenaged guys and now? Who knows? We moved out of the alleyway and looked around. It was a city, in fact it looked a lot like New York, except there was no Empire State building or anything like that. The setup of the city itself was more spaced out, and the largest building had the words Wayne Enterprises on it. Wayne... wait a second...

Nat must've thought the same thing because she grabbed my arm. "Rachel it's..."

At the same time we said, her overly excited, me just surprised, "Gotham City."

"And I'm Batman," I respond sarcastically, seizing the moment to make a joke. "But, wait, Natalia - you're serious?"

"Yep," she said, straightening up. "It's Gotham."

I stared at her blankly. "How do you know?"

"Rachel, you know me too well to think I wouldn't know what Gotham looked like."

I sighed. "So now what?"

She took a deep breath. "Let's go to Robinson Park. It may be getting dark, but that's the only place I can think of right now that isn't tied to Batman."

"I guess. Do you have any money to get a taxi?"

She twirled a credit card in between her fingers. "Money is no object."

I leaned against a wall while Nat hailed a cab. I missed the small-town feel of Rodeo. I wasn't good at hailing taxis or anything like she was. And I hated pigeons, but Nat seemed to be obsessed with chasing them away just to see them bob their heads faster.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The demon bird landed next to me and began pecking at my boots. I kicked at it, and it fluttered off, almost getting hit by the approaching taxi.

Nat let out a little laugh at the bird, and didn't seem to remember that she hated birds. And believe me, she's made it very clear in the past.

We scootched into the taxi, which was dark and smelly. My mother would throw a fit if she found out I had taken a cab - ever since a TV special had aired that proclaimed taxis were dirtier than toilet seats. Natalia slid the credit card to the driver, and proclaimed "Robinson Park, please."

The man swiped the card, and it flashed a "NOT VALID" sign. He handed the card back. "Nice try," he muttered.

Nat took the card back and slumped in her seat, glaring at the cabbie's head. I pulled a twenty out of my pocket and handed it to the guy. He took it silently, and we proceeded to the park.

Apparently, there wasn't any change left when we arrived. I figured that was bull, but, to be honest, I wasn't real excited to take up the issue with the cabbie. I followed Nat to a bench and sat down next to her.

She began to rattle off in the way she usually did, "So the question stands, if we're in Gotham, which universe? Regular, Dark Knight, New 52, JLU, Earth- Two, Young Justice, Teen Titans? Or is one of us just dreaming all this up?" She looked expectantly at me, waiting for an answer.

"I'm more worried about why your credit card didn't work. You said it was up to date, right?"

She looked down at the tiny reflective piece of plastic, outlining the numbers with her nail. "It should have worked." Then she slapped her forehead. "Duh, if you listened to me, I gave you the answer. We're obviously in a different dimension, so everything in our world wouldn't work."

Mentally, I freaked, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Well, we work, don't we?"

"No, Rachel-"

"What about telephones?"

"Rach-"

"The sun works, doesn't it?! We're breathing, that works!"

"Rachel."

"What?"

"Objects MADE for us, with a purpose and role in our timeline, no longer function. Kapeesh?"

I stand up shakily. "I'm calling my mom."

She leapt up and hit my arm. "No, wait. What time..." She looked at my phone. "There it's January fourth - at least that's the same - of... damn two thousand sixteen. We're in the Young Justice world, because that date means it's the first episode of season two. You know what that means?"

I shook my head.

She narrowed her eyes. "Ugh, I thought you watched Young Justice, Rach."

"Excuse you, Ms. Netflix, I have to resort to Youtube on a broken computer."

"Never mind. That means, we can help. Go to New Orleans when it's time so we can help Tim, La'gann, and Jaime to stop the Kroloteans. But, there is the problem we only have three hours and a plane would take too long... but there has to be..." She stopped, her eyes wide. I turned down and saw the pebbles around us rising up with a green hue around them.

"Uh, Nat?"

She stared at them and they moved. I saw her eyes flash green as the pebbles dropped. "That was... that was me."

"Nat, I legitimately have no idea what happened, but let's find the airport-"

Bam.

I admit it wasn't the warmest day out, in fact it was lucky to be over 45 degrees, but suddenly a deep cold swept across the Park, sending the light layer of snow on the ground into a frenzy around us and the civilians now running for safety like it was an everyday event.

I turned to see, from that point of my life and forward on to now, the most frightening, delusional thing I have ever experienced. A man stood on the crest of a peaceful hill wearing what I could only describe as a Buzz Lightyear suit, entirely black and frosted with ice. His helmet/visor/whatever was frosted with ice, and the man inside - just a bald head, from all I could see - was pale blue, like a corpse. He held a gun - no, a bazooka - and pointed it at the civilians.

Natalia gasped. "Mr. Freeze," she breathed.

I watched him freeze a father, his body in mid-run as he was caught by the ice. The son and wife of the first victim were only three feet away when they were caught.

Then the gun was leveled at us.

I backed up slowly. I couldn't outrun the gun. I couldn't stop it.

I was going to die.

An evil grin spread across his face as he pressed the trigger. I prepared to dodge as the ice came towards me, but I knew I couldn't.

Nat's POV

I stared in horror at Rachel, soon to become a Popsicle. She moved to the left a touch, like she was prepared to give the ice an upper-cut.

"No!" I screamed as the ice hit her.

Wait.

A wall of fire so intense it seared my clothes roared around my friend, melting the ice in a puddle around her feet. I had no idea what was going on, but I could feel the heat roll across me. I know this wasn't a dream, but I wasn't sure if someone had sprayed Rachel with a flamethrower or what.

The flames and the ice died.

Rachel was still alive and still standing, an awful sneer spread across her face. I'd never seen her so mad. The only time I'd seen her mad at all, actually, was when my friend had poured chocolate milk in her lunchbox in fourth grade.

"My turn," she said, smirking. She curled up in what I assumed would have been a pitcher's stance, and fired.

Literally.

A fireball sailed across the field and blasted Mr. Freeze five feet backwards, plowing him into the earth. I don't know how I felt it, but I knew that his helmet cracked.

Rachel crumpled, her eyes unfocused. I tiptoed across the minefield of flaming rocks to get to her.

She was a mess. Her hair was smoking, and her jeans had been seared off, leaving a pair of badly burnt shorts in its place. Her boots were reduced to puddles of plastic. Her hoodie had lost its sleeves. Her aviator sunglasses, had somehow remained pristine, despite glowing red from the heat. She moaned and shivered slightly, the cold of January getting at her.

I held my hand a few inches from her shoulder, and I already felt the heat. I turned to Mr. Freeze, and wished he was tied down just in case. Then, the earth coiled around him with a green shine. So, telekinesis, but it wasn't until... oh, I'll figure it out later. Very quickly I wished and thought Rachel returning to normal. As though hearing me, the clothes restitched and fix themselves, everything cooling down to normal.

"Rach?" She groaned. I hit her arm. "Yo, Hothead, wake up!" She flew up, eyes alert once again. "We need to move." She nodded and I helped her up, bringing us to an untouched part of the park as the police came to the scene. Well, perfect timing.

"Nat, did I just..."

"Burst into flames? Yeah kinda. But still, freezing people in January, just a bit cliche even for a DC villain." I was suddenly struck by and idea. "I have telekinesis, you have pyrokinesis, we can fly to New Orleans with... I checked the digital watch on my wrist. "Yes. By my guess we can get there in two and a half hours, and be ready to help."

She shook her head. "But do you really want to go and help them?" That awarded her a punch to the arm. "Ok, you do, but here's a question. Can we rest for a second?" I leapt up.

"No way!" I was spinning and hopping in anticipation. "We have to..."

"Nat!" I looked and I was glowing. The telekinetic energy... kinetic. "My power must be based on the kinetic energy around me. If I can muster up enough, even think of the energy in us, I can do it. And you just need to keep cool. C'mon, aren't you even a little excited?"

She stretched her arms. "Yeah, sure. Just, lead the way."

NEW ORLEANS

JANUARY 4TH 21:57 CST

After getting prepared we flew off, me with a glow of bright green, Rachel's flames active, but very small so it wouldn't hurt me. Dodging stuff wasn't the easiest thing to do, but by my calculations, we reached New Orleans with ten minutes to spare. I felt where we needed to go, I don't know how I just did. When we got to the junkyard, we hid inside an old car, waiting.

"Nat, how should we..."

I glanced over at her. She had lit herself on fire, but a slightly cooled off version as to not melt through the seat or burn her clothes completely. "Just wait until they go in, then follow."

"And afterwards? We join the Team?"

I sighed. "No. We investigate just how different this world is from ours." I clenched the steering wheel. "We'll head to Rodeo, look for your mom." Then I felt a disturbance. "I believe it's go time, Hothead."

She nodded and we watched Robin, Lagoon Boy, and Blue Beetle exit a camouflaged Bio-ship, landing on other cars. Blue switched his left arm to a sonic gun or something, shooting the tool shed. From here we couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew anyways. Below the waterline, that's where the Kroloteans were. I knew Rachel was thinking the same thing, because I heard her groan and extinguish herself. Go time indeed.

Rachel's POV

I hate water, I'm saying it there. I almost drowned in a kiddy pool when I was little, and I never went towards any again. So when Nat told me we both had to go, I almost burned her. Giving us air bubbles, Nat hopped in first, with me unwillingly following. No fire underwater, that's for sure. We floated through the seaweed and I waited behind as Nat opened the door. We got past it and even underwater, I heard the Kroloteans' screeching. The three were already there and already caught their attention.

Nat nodded to me. I felt a telekinetic pull and we were up on the ground again. The guys were fighting the Kroloteans. I looked to my friend. "Get the abductees, I'll try and stop the Kroloteans." She flew off and sped away.

Cool.

A Krolotean ran up to me, and I touched its forehead. "Boop," I said as the flame traveled from my finger to its flesh. It screeched in pain and wheeled towards the water, straight towards Blue Beetle and La'Gann. The latter looked at me, his (rather creepy, I must say) blood red eyes opening wide.

"What?!"

I smiled at him. "Hi." Blue pulled out his sonic thingy, they ran.

I was too busy watching the aliens sprint towards the tubes to see the Atlantean rushing towards. He pinned my throat to the ground, so tightly I could barely breathe.

"What are you?!" he growled.

"Ease up, hermano, you're choking her."

He grudgingly pulled his hands away, and I took a deep breath. Air. Good. "What are you?" he asked again, the ferocity still in his voice.

"My name's - ah - Phoenix," I said, recalling the name of a fire sorceress from my favorite book/movie series, Dreamland.

He frowned. "That's a new one. I'm Blue Beetle."

"Lagoon Boy," spat out La'Gann, still mad at me for appearing.

Blue jerked his head up, staring at a panel above our heads. Symbols flashed in a repeating fashion, almost reminding me of-

"It's counting down to 0 from 4 minutes. When it ends, this place explodes."

"Like, just the Zeta tubes, or the entire-"

"How do you know what Zeta tubes are?" asked Lagoon Boy, glaring at me.

"Uh..."

"Guys. Four minutes. Let's go."

Nat's POV

I flew up to the shaft and zoomed down, on the way putting my goggles over my face, kind of like a mask. Soon I found the captives. They were obviously scared out of their wits, but not so much to ask questions. Course. One asked, "What are you?"

Not really thinking it through I said, "Kinetica -uh, can you back up?" I using my power, ripped the bars off, allowing them freedom. "Uh, stay here a second." Guessing, I sped up my running, until it was on par with Flash. Yes. In a matter of moments I skidded to a stop in front of the guys, Lagoon Boy apparently unimpressed by Rachel, or by me for that matter.

"There's another one?"

I shrugged. "Well, duh, since when do superheroes work solo?" I looked at Rachel, who kept glancing at Blue. "Got the Kroloteans, splendiferous. Just..." I hit myself on the head. "Prisoners, I'll be right back." I sped off to the abductees, and brought them to the group. "Now that that's done, where's the exit?" I looked at Blue.

"What? Wait, you can... yeah." He spoke in the Krolotean language, then answered. "That way."

"Sweet." We ran and I checked my watch. "Uh, less than two minutes before we're a mushroom cloud." When we reached the exit to the water I turned back to everyone. "Everyone get ready. And," I put air bubbles around everyone except Lagoon Boy and Blue, "just so we don't drown in the process, don't pop these."

Tim looked from one of us to the other. "When we get out of here you're going to have some questions to answer."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah sure... probably."

Rachel's POV

Needless to say, I wasn't entirely thrilled with our opening act. Or the water. Mainly the water.

When we reached the water again, the self-destruct activated. The force of the explosion propelled me into Lagoon Boy, who snarled but kept swimming. At last, I reached the surface, taking a deep breath. Under there I hit the weeds, popping the air bubble Nat gave me. Fire powers and no oxygen... not cool man. Nat came up next to me with Tim on my left, the destruction of the Krolotean base acting as a backdrop. He looked at us. "You want to explain?"

Nat answered with a secretive smile. "I'm - uh - Kinetica and she's Phoenix. And we have to fly!" She used her powers to tug me out of the water and we flew up. "Sorry for the dramatic exit, boys, but we have our own agenda to uphold." We sped off into the night, Nat guiding us west. Speaking of which...

"Kinetica?"

"You chose your account name, I chose mine."

"Fair enough," I shrug, smirking. "Better than most names honestly."