A/N: Thank yous go to Angel Queen and my lovely beta for this story, Daisy Jane :)

This is going to be told from the point of view of both Diana and a young woman named Elizabeth. I haven't included any bits from Bruce's point of view because I wanted to set myself a challenge - Diana's trickier for me. So if you think there's something I've gotten wrong, or something about her character that I should include, please let me know in your review.

Enjoy!

Prologue

At the disgruntled sound his wife issued, Bruce looked up to see a gently mocking smile on Diana's face. "If I'd known I was going to have to fight for your attention this hard I don't think we'd have had children for another decade."

He smiled, but inevitably his gaze turned to the baby again. "Sorry. But she's-"

"Beautiful, I know," she smiled from the pilot's seat. "I keep looking at her to make sure she's real."

Elizabeth chose that moment to remind them she was real by gurgling in a most adorable way and then by grasping her father's thumb tightly. He didn't wince. "I don't think she has your strength, though."

"Thank Hera for that," she smiled. "Having my powers would only put her in danger."

He nodded, holding his daughter's hand a little tighter. She was strapped into a custom-made safety seat that he'd designed especially to fit inside Diana's jet when it became apparent that Hippolyta wasn't coming to Man's World to see her granddaughter. It would withstand temperature extremes of two hundred degrees in either direction, and in the event of a crash would wrap the baby in a bubble of impact gel that it would take Superman to get into.

"It's not all that surprising," he commented. "Your powers aren't genetic."

"True." Her smiled faded. "We'll keep her safe, won't we, Bruce?"

He nodded seriously. "From anything."

'From anything' happened far sooner than either of them had wanted.

Suddenly, the invisible jet lurched. Both heroes looked up, seeing a thunderstorm literally appear out of nowhere. There was a flash of illumination, as a lightning bolt seemed to be jumping from the sky directly at their plane. When it hit, the aircraft rocked. The restraints kept them all from being tossed about the cockpit like limp dolls, and Bruce had made sure that nothing on earth or in heaven would move Elizabeth's seat.

Despite her wrenching her neck a few seconds ago, Diana pushed the pain aside and focused on keeping the plane on course. They were heading to Metropolis - and it was so close, she could see the Metro Tower if she squinted. And with the lives of her husband and daughter in the balance, it wasn't something she was going to fail at.

Forcing panic down, she tried to address the shrilly-blaring alarms coming from the console. "We've lost main power!" she shouted. "Switching to auxiliary."

As if it could hear her, the storm above them struck again, and the auxiliary power console exploded in a fizzle of sparks.

When Elizabeth started crying, Bruce could barely hear her. He heard Diana though, with terrifying clarity, when she turned to him and said with dreadful serenity, "We're going to crash."

I woke up with a scream.

When Dad burst into the room, I wasn't shocked; I knew he'd heard my cry, and likely my harsh breathing before that. "Liz?"

I turned on the light on my nightstand. "I'm alright, Dad," I said shakily.

He relaxed only marginally. "Yeah, I'm not buying it." He sat down on the edge of my bed, and brushed a strand of hair off my sweaty forehead. "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare," I confessed.

"What about?" he asked.

I frowned; like most dreams, the details were draining away like water. The more I tried to hang onto them, the more they slipped away. "Can't remember. Something about...a plane crash?" I shrugged. As normal, now that Dad was here I felt much better.

Dad's frown, however, hadn't gone away. In fact he looked pale. "Daddy, are you okay?"

He nodded too quickly. "Course I am."

I nudged him. "Hey. I'm not buying it."

He smiled. "Honestly, Lizzie, I'm okay."

I nodded. "Good."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Try and get some sleep, huh? And no more nightmares."

"I'll try."

"Just tell the bad dreams I'll come beat them up," he winked.

I rolled my eyes, but grinned anyway. I felt much better as I lay back down to sleep. There were some perks to having Superman as a father.

A/N: Review please!