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So, here's part three. I'm not done exploring Deke's life, or that of the other characters I've created. I just wanted to bring things to something of a conclusion before Season 2 happens. I have goals to do a series around the team I've created, but that will come when the inspiration does.

Thanks to everyone who spent the time reading to this point. I can't thank you enough for your support. I keep an eye on my story statistics, I know there's a few of you who've read all the way through, and even if it's not that many, I appreciate who I've got. This one actually started as a couple of chapters of purely simple fluff and smut, but when I set out to write this, I wanted to avoid PWP, and that attitude turned what was supposed to be some simple smut into the third chapter.

I want to give big ups to IllusoryGentleman (I wish I knew how to link here, or if I even can) who has given me some much needed support and encouragement. If you're here, you're at least comfortable with lemony goodness, so you should check out his work. Way better than mine and worth your time. Tell him I sent you in your comments and reviews.

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September 22rd
Trujillo, Peru
1633 PET

The blackened sky was filled with sand and debris, blowing about in the gale force winds threatening the city. Lightning arced and streaked across the clouds, striking the ground and sea, bringing occasional moments of clarity to the people watching, and it wasn't looking good at the moment.

Five people had come to try and protect a coastal city of over half a million people from the most threatening tropical storm in many years. A storm which had spawned a waterspout capable of leveling the coastal city before it ran out of power.

"Alright Pecos, you ready to rope this bitch?" Mustang asked, giving a glance to his teammate. His accent, thick from excitement, turned the statement into 'ready uh row piss bitch?', which caused Daeva to give him a glance for a moment.

"I suppose, just get me into the center of the spout. If I kill this one, more won't likely be able to spawn." She said to him, and stepped closer. She didn't add that she was terrified that she wouldn't be able to deflect or weaken the spout. She didn't have to.

"I've got you Little Bit." Mustang said, and wrapped the two of them up in a sphere of invisible force. He steered their telekinetic conveyance into the heart of the massive waterspout, every instant requiring him to readjust his aim and speed on the fly.

"Here, hold us here!" Daeva cried out. She'd been clutching her teammate's arm the whole trip in, but the moment they found themselves in the center of the tempest, she felt herself realigning with the energies of the storm.

Daeva shot her arms out by her sides, and slowly raised them over her head. While it didn't actually look like much, a great deal was going on. Her body, from conception to that exact moment, was built for this purpose, through alchemy and sorcery. She was a Goddess of the winds and flames, and this storm would bend to her will.

She channeled the energies of the storm itself, letting them fill her body, making her a part of it. She began to exert her will against nature, through her body's energy, she demanded it cease its assault against the land. Tiny beads of sweat formed across her brow, the effort nothing to brush off. It wasn't just a matter of seeing a goal and exerting herself to achieve it. She was actively fighting the weather. Her teammates might exist to stand against the monsters which threatened the innocent, but this is where she shone.

Below and behind them, Fractal, Koa, and Godiva weren't idle. The two big lifters were busy fortifying a shelter point a few blocks inland. Most of the civilians had received ample time to evacuate, but the hospital wasn't able to just pack their patients up and leave. Koa and Godiva had piled debris caused by previous storms, as well as whatever else they could safely acquire, up against the building.

Utilizing his powers, Fractal had sent his little helpers out. The tiny machines replicated themselves and began swarming over the piles of debris, effectively liquefying it and reforming it into additional walls to fortify the building, bonding it to the existing structure at a molecular level. Like anything that began at a nano scale, it began slow but amplified in an exponential manner. By the time they finished, the hospital was a fortress. Fractal had willed his creations into sealing the windows, forming a flexible barrier over the glass to prevent blow-in.

"What you think they doin' in there?" Koa yelled over the roaring winds and driving rain.

"Who knows?" Godiva replied, also forced to raise her voice. "I just hope it works. These people don't stand a chance otherwise."

Fractal watched the storm once he'd finished tasking the nanites under his control. For several moments, it looked like there was no change. Mustang had been forced to break their psychic link in order to better focus on keeping himself and Daeva safe, so there was no way to query them. He frowned, and kept an eye out. If Daeva failed to control the storm, they'd have to evacuate in a hurry.

For several tense moments, nothing seemed to happen, until it gradually became clear that the waterspout was losing power. The cyclonic shape of the clouds above it slowed their rotation, and the spout itself thinned out, completely playing itself out just a dozen yards onto the shore. A sphere surrounded both Daeva and Mustang, visible only because of the rain spattering off of it.

[We're connected again.] The team heard in their thoughts as Mustang delivered himself and Daeva to the rest of their comrades.

[Good, we still have work to do.] Fractal replied, taking command of his nanite army once again. While Koa and Godiva met their teammates in the middle of the empty streets, the wave of microscopic machines set back to work, first coming away from the entrances and windows to the hospital, before swarming out to gather more material to grow their horde. Some remained to work on the hospital itself, taking hasty additions to the building and making them architecturally and aesthetically sound.

[Water and power are still out all over the city.] Godiva said as she pulled a small device from her belt. She'd finally settled on a costume beyond a bikini and an attitude, deciding to go with what amounted to a sleeved one piece bathing suit. It had a zipper down the front, which she rarely drew all the way up, bringing to mind one of Catwoman's previous getups.

The little device began pinging as she swept it in an arc in front of her. Koa leaned over and peeked at the little screen. [I'm going to check the water for any boat accidents.]

[Keep your comms handy, you'll be out of range fast.] Fractal said, referencing Mustang's mental reach. If he could see it, or sense it, he could physically manipulate it, but that was telekinesis. His telepathic abilities, while improving, still weren't much to write home about.

Koa dashed off, headlong into the water. Once in the surf, his Atlantean biotech fully activated. Webbing grew between his fingers, his toes extended and developed webbing between them as well, and his internal gill structure began processing the seawater, allowing him to breathe. He began swimming in increasingly larger circles, listening for calls for help or sounds of distress.

On land, Daeva took to the skies, swooping through the city on the wind. [Showoff.] Mustang said, still not able to maneuver all that well in flight.

[Jealousy is unbecoming.] She replied, scolding him lightly. She soared as they mentally communicated, keeping her eyes out for stragglers who couldn't evacuate. This storm had bedeviled the people on the coast of Peru for a while, and while she was able to dissipate the worst of the vortexes, the weather could still turn.

[Got someone!] Godiva called out. Daeva immediately turned tight, bringing herself around and down. Fractal tasked several million of his helpers as well, causing a simulacrum of himself to form near his teammates.

[Under this rubble?] Daeva asked, pointing to a building which had fallen in the winds the night before. Until earlier in the day, the League had deemed the weather bad, but not necessitating intervention. Hopefully, the team was on time to help whoever was down there.

[Yeah, they're under there good, but the scanner says they've got air. I dunno why everyone showed up, I got this pile.] Godiva said, and moved to begin moving the detritus.

A hand touched her on the arm, causing her to pause. The nanite homunculus of Fractal just shook its head slowly. [One wrong piece moved and the whole thing could come down.] he told her.

Godiva frowned. [It'd take you a while to dissolve this.] she pointed out, and it was true. Even with the wave of nanomachines, it would still require a lot of planning to eliminate the rubble without threat.

[Lady G, just get ready to grab whoever is under there.] Mustang said, and extended his hands. He began enveloping the entirety of the pile of building materials, letting his telekinetic grip work its way around each individual piece, spreading around them until he had the entirety of them enveloped.

When the entire pile moved as one contiguous piece, Godiva could see two people laying there, in what was probably the dining room of a café. She dashed in, faster than one might expect her capable of, and picked them up. It was a young woman, who was clutching onto a baby. Both of them looked pretty rough from their experience, though the little one's lungs still seemed healthy enough.

[Set it down.] Fractal said, and the moment Mustang released his hold, their team leader set about dissolving the rubble anyway, adding it to his swarm and its building material.

[Medic.] Daeva said, once she'd begun inspecting the young lady and the infant Godiva had carried out. It was clear the young woman was seriously injured, probably clutching onto the baby out of sheer instinctive reaction.

Mustang hated being called a medic. He was only a few weeks into his first semester as a medical student, and his experience in rendering proper first aid was certification and some very minor experience. Having someone's life in his hands wasn't something he wasn't quite ready for yet.

"/Are you okay?/" he asked the woman in Spanish. She certainly looked local.

"/I don't…/" the woman began before starting to trail off. Mustang took the baby from her arms and held the little crying thing against his chest. A quick glance showed that his removal of the debris covering them had also pulled out a piece of rebar which had impaled her through the leg. It was the only thing preventing her from bleeding, and he'd pulled it out.

[Fractal, drop something, we need to close some wounds.] Mustang said, patting the baby on the back and gesturing for Godiva to set the woman down gently.

[Moving.] Fractal said, dashing through the downtown area of the city to make it physically to their position. Daeva took the baby from Mustang, and began trying to comfort the poor thing, who was probably extremely hungry.

Using his powers, Mustang filled the through and through injury with telekinetic force and began cleaning the area around the wound with alcohol wipes from the small kit he carried on his belt. He also shifted his perceptions, minding the woman's biorhythms, which were beginning to slip. She hadn't damaged her femoral artery, which was a godsend, but shock could kill too.

That, however, was something he could take care of. While waiting on Fractal to arrive (the boy was a fast runner, but he'd distanced himself from the rest of the team while he'd played civil engineer) Mustang began matching his biorhythms to his patient's, unifying the two of them, before beginning to force them into something stronger.

Immediately, he felt cold, his long rider coat doing nothing to help him. Despite this, he also began breaking into a sweat, and he could feel his heartbeat growing thread. Godiva watched him work, and saw his pupils begin to dilate, and his hands start shaking. She gave a quick glance, and took her phone from her belt, and snapped a few seconds of video before sending it off.

Fractal arrived a few minutes later, struggling to catch his breath. Silently, he reminded himself to consider more cardio, and then took an ampule from Godiva's belt. This, he popped open and sprinkled the contents out around her injury. Finally, he tapped some of his swarm to begin sterilizing themselves.

The sterilized stainless steel dust he'd poured around the gaping hole through the woman's thigh began shifting and moving, as his swarm began replicating themselves using that material, before it began filling the injury itself. Quickly, the tiny machines began sealing off ruptured blood vessels, several of them also entering the woman's bloodstream to be prepared to accept commands later, in the event they would be necessary.

"League's incoming." They heard from Koa across the radio. "I see Green Lantern carrying some people. Superman's probably almost there."

"Great, we're getting upstaged." Godiva said with a frown. "By our own bosses."

"Yeah I ain't bitchin' about it." Mustang said, as he severed his connection with his patient. She'd most likely live, but she needed a hospital. He was still reeling from the sympathetic response. Shock was horrible, that's all there was to it.

Not unsurprisingly, Superman touched down a moment later, and began surveying the scene. His X-Ray vision revealed a few other people on the edges of town, trapped by mudslides. "The rest of the League will be here soon." He said, and just as quick, he was gone.

"You know, I wonder about that guy." Godiva mused. At the moment, she was otherwise useless, so she tried to help Daeva console the crying baby. Of course, that wouldn't last long. She wasn't so much into kids it seemed.

Daeva, on the other hand, seemed positively enchanted. She just kept patiently shushing and cradling the infant, probably a boy given the clothing. "Auntie Aasha's got you." She said, in the most soothing voice ever. "We'll get you fed as soon as possible."

"Shouldn't be much longer. US Navy is dispatching a few ships to provide relief." They heard from above. The Green Lantern known as John Stewart let Green Arrow, and the Flash down, while Doctor Fate, Zatanna, and the Atom flew alongside.

"Sitrep?" Captain Atom asked as the rest of the assembled League began surveying the scene.

"Most of the city was able to evacuate, the rest who couldn't are holed up in the hospital." Fractal said, sounding far away as his attention was divided. "This is our only real injury at the moment. She'll need real attention soon, and the baby Daeva is holding is likely starving."

"The vortex? Has it been dealt with?" Doctor Fate asked, aiming his dual voiced question directly at Daeva. That was just pure creepy.

"Yes. The rest of the storm is heading out to sea." She answered, still bouncing the baby slowly. He wasn't calming down at all, but she wasn't about to quit.

"We felt your magic," Zatanna said, gesturing towards Doctor Fate. "Impressive."

"Thank you." Daeva said, blushing. "Just doing what I can."

Godiva reached her hand down to Mustang, and helped him to his feet while everyone else was communicating. He was still wobbly on his feet, but he was shaking off the sympathetic response quickly. "Choppers are coming in already." Mustang told her, pointing off to the sky.

"Yep. What do you bet there's media on one, and we won't be asked a damn thing from any of them?" She said sourly.

"You that worried about being on the news?" Mustang asked her, giving his teammate a sidelong glance.

"It'd be nice." Godiva groused. "Just once, we show up, help out, and it's us. We work hard at this. That whole temporary seawall that contained the waves that didn't flood downtown, that was us."

"Yeah, it was, and you'll go to bed tonight and know it was you. Hell, I'll say it right now it was your idea." Mustang said, taking his hat off and scratching his head.

"And it was a good idea." Captain Atom said to his team, proving he was indeed listening. "This is exactly why you're here, and we really couldn't have done any better. Green Lantern could have made one with his ring, sure. Fate could order the storm away too, but you five did it."

"Thank you." Godiva said, somewhat chastised by her direct boss' words. A gust of wind blew past them, and she noticed the Flash offering a bottle of formula, a package of wipes, and a diaper to Daeva to feed and change the baby. Unused to speedsters, Godiva was about to ask how he'd done it so fast, but she managed to catch herself before actually sticking her foot in her mouth.

Immediately, the hungry little thing began eating. Daeva looked perfectly content with the task so nobody tried to take over for her, leaving her the chance to sit down for a while. The rest weren't so lucky. Safe landing zones for the choppers had to be found or made, and Superman was calling for assistance with some of the outlying survivors from the mudslide.