Clean slate for me, means new stories for your guys.

A classic story about a girl from our world zapped into the DC universe of Young Justice. I never particularly liked these kind of fics, but this story won't follow the usual plot.
My aim is to create a fresh and new perspective about an OC getting to know the teens from the Team.
I will try to create a most realistic character with actual realistic behaviour, unlike I read in most of these kind of fanfictions.

Prologue

My mind often travels back, and I wonder why I never spend more time memorizing to those little details in life. Like the way my mother's cheeks got little dimples every time she smiled. Or the way my father's moustache twitched whenever someone mentioned the Red Sox. You could basically feel his stare lingering on you until you'd turn to him and ask what his thoughts were on them. And if some unfortunate soul would dare to take that step, and ask? Well, that poor soul would be trapped for a long time, having to listen to everything my dad had to say – which was allot, even for a major fan like him. All those times he took me to the baseball matches, I loathed going with him. Now though, I treasure those moments.

Of course there's also my little brother Devon. Quite the rascal, and bringer of terror in the mornings. It wouldn't be normal if the mornings in the Chesney household didn't start off with me yelling at my brother. Followed up by the cackling laughter of him mocking me, and my father's growling voice trying to dismiss the distracting noise while he tried to read the paper. My mother would be smiling to herself by the sink, amusedly. She somehow always took joy in the early morning antics, preparing breakfast for each – Mostly toast with bacon and eggs, and the occasional pancakes on Sundays.

I can still hear myself sneering at my little brother, though can't seem to recall what our fight was about. I remember the warm and loving environment I grew up in. The smell of freshly prepared chicken soup me and my mother would make every Sunday. The huffs, puffs and snorts of my father while he shook his head at an article in the newspaper. Those tender fingers of my mother combing lovingly through my hair whenever we decided to watch a movie together.

I miss them...

I miss everything...

I miss my aunt Rudy who would often come by in-between her travels to Egypt, India, Australia, or Russia even. It was just one of those ordinary days that she came with a surprise visit, and took me and Devon to a Museum. A pretty old and shabby looking one, but she claimed it had some of the best sword collections. Something my brother found very intriguing. I, however, was more busy with texting a friend of mine, Shannon. Asking me how the date went with Caleb the other day.

Caleb was a very handsome boy, wearing casual jeans, black shirts and leather jackets. Whether he did it to impress the girls, or because he simply enjoyed wearing them, I hadn't quite figured that out yet. But he was laid-back, cool, and made me laugh. Mix that up with his attractive smile and biceps, he had many girls swooning over him. Though he had chosen me to ask out on a date. It was a nice date, with a movie I can barely remember because we both were more interested in each other rather than watching the screen.

What 15-year-old wouldn't?

It was a Sunday though. I told my mom I couldn't help out with the soup, because I wanted to go to the museum. Which, in fact, I didn't care much for. I just wanted to text Shannon, and gossip with her. So, I barely said my goodbyes to my parents when I hurried out of the house to get into the car where I had the peace to chat.

Devon was complaining about me texting too much, said I had some kind of addiction. When I told him to shut up he continued to talk about his latest comic book he found to my aunt. To which I listened with one ear. Unlike my friends, I actually enjoyed comic books. Although Devon and I often disagreed on the characters we liked. He loved Batman, of course, while I enjoyed Superman more. He called Superman a wuss, while I tried to point out why the Batman comics were too weird. Too much violence for my taste.

"Olive, hun, do you want to grab a bite after we visit the museum?" aunt Rudy asked me at some point. I believe we were just about to drive onto the parking lot.

"Can we do that some other time?" I replied to her, stopping halfway a text to look at her. Devon had called shotgun, so I was left sitting in the backseat. I watched my aunt's brown eyes stare at me via the rear-view mirror.

"I was looking forward to spending some quality time with you two," She said. "I'm taking an early flight tomorrow morning towards Japan for two weeks."

"You're leaving so soon?!" Devon exclaimed, clearly devastated he wouldn't be able to hang out with the cool aunt as much as he wanted. Which was the start of a long talk between Rudy and Devon about why she was already leaving, and what her plans were in Japan. I couldn't care any less at that time. And so the three of us spend an hour or so in the museum.

I remember drifting away from the two when I got a little too much information about the old relics lying around. My mind occupied with my phone in my hands, and feet aimlessly wandering around the suddenly empty hallway. When I heard my footsteps echo around me, I came to a halt, looking up from the text I received from my mom.

Hope you're having fun with Rudy!
Soup will be waiting here for you.
Love you Xx

I figured I'd reply later.

Too bad though. I never got the chance to tell her I loved her back. Of course she knew I did, but still... I wish I had paid more attention to everything. I wish I had said some proper goodbye before I left home. I wish I had spend my time in the car chatting with aunt Rudy, and asked Devon about the new comic. He actually thought I was cool because I enjoyed reading comics. I took pride in that. Now, I just wish I'd never picked one up.

That day, my whole world had transformed – Literally. The ground beneath me had shifted. Things that I'd always been so sure of, became uncertain. My world suddenly was different, it had morphed into something unrecognizable. I was stuck, with an unknown future staring right into my face, and I didn't like it for a second.

"Black Canary, what's your status?" A rough voice spoke from the little comm-link device in the blonde woman's ear. Her heeled, black boots came to a halt next the brunette teenager lying on the floor. The girl had been knocked out from the moment her body had manifested from the portal opened within the empty paged book next to her.

"Klarion is gone," The blonde replied. "but he left us a present." The woman figured that the man on the other side would be pondering over what she'd said. She, however, was more interested in the girl's health. Kneeling by her side to check her vitals.

"What happened?" A third voice asked, making her turn around to face the green hooded man.

"That's what I'd like to know, too." She replied to him, a silent moment of eye contact with one another filled the cold and obscure rundown factory with many more questions. They'd been able to get rid of Klarion, more easily than expected, but were quite surprised and slightly wary of what he had left behind.

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