I hit a tiny road block with my other fanfic, so I'm starting this one, hope y'all like it...Marvel owns all the characters it owns, the rest are my OC's. Faian is in another fanfic, the Koopa Klub, by Void Vixen, if you wanna learn more about him. :) Anyways, so...Chapter Numero Un..Enjoy :)

That is it. I have seen my last legionnaire friend die in front of my all-too-perfect eyes. My father had made no mistake in constructing me, and as I watched the best leader of the legion of superheroes in the history book, Bouncing Boy, melt away into nothing while my father and his team mates fought on valiantly, I knew he had done his work too perfectly. He had built me himself, with the help of my mother, Shrinking Violet. She herself was killed when I was four, when a circuit exploded on contact, a trap set by one of her many enemies. I am all that remains of her, and Brainiac 5, my father, knows it all too well.

It wasn't long ago now that I saw the entire legion converge on the battleship which, seconds before, had killed their leader. From my position at the back of the legion's main cruiser cockpit, the elected pilots of Triplicate Girl screamed in pain and sobbed into the control panel as she saw her lover disappear from the living universe. It was over now, and the remaining legionnaires were discussing carefully what should be done- should they elect a new leader right there or wait to get back to HQ? The headquarters plan won out eventually because, clearly, the team needed time to grieve for Bouncy, although thier faces and Triplicate Girl's crumpled forms, this would take much longer.

Two hours later, the cruiser is still on its way to base. Triplicate Girl is still the pilot, judging by the painfully slow journey. And here I am, strictly confined to my chambers like the stubbornly innocent 17-year-old girl father thinks I am. I have stood at the sidelines of all the battles, the wars, those little security breaches. Whenever that klaxon sounds and blood red light throbs continuously inside this little corner of the ship, I know there is a real chance I won't be seeing one of them again. They would risk their lives for the children on board. Their children. For me.

Which is why I, Makenna, daughter of the famous twelfth-level intelligence, missile creating, armed to the teeth with useful gadgets Brainiac 5, am eliminating myself from the equation. Running away.

I'd had a few survival classes in my childhood, "in case the ship should fail," her father had said then.

Now, I held the time-bubble device which I'd taken from the control room. I could go anywhere. Anytime. But I needed a few things. Rummaging through the chamber, I tossed digital photo devices, torches, clothes...I technically didn't need them- my body, with it's green metallic skin is as crafted as my own father's- equipped with the same gadgets and weaponry that have all been 'set by a little internal clock inside my head, and one day, I would be able to use them.' Brainiac had said. I noticed he'd never said when.

Grabbing the backpack of things, I clutched the time gadget in my hand and made for the docks, where, chances are, nobody would be. Except- with all my supposed intelligence stored away in my deep conscience, I never accounted for the other kids on the ship

Faian, the 18-year-old son of Phantom Girl and TimberWolf, led a tearing young girl, Kaya, along the corridor towards me. We'd been friends since childhood. faian glanced at me and raised his eyebrows at backpack and device, quickly adjusting himself to the sarcastic ways he so often relishes in.

"Okay...I never knew you liked looking after super-toddlers that much," he said, combining it with the calm, wayward stare that ran like hot lead through the family.

I'd too forgotten about my shift in the cruiser's child pen, the nursery.

I moaned out loud, adding a small curse to which Faian dramatically covered Kaya's ears. I swiftly apologized, and he turned up the sides of his mouth in a slight grin. I noticed a sliver of a fang sticking out from his lip. A gift from TimberWolf's genes.

" If you tell me where you're going, I'll take over your shift," he baited.

"Not a chance."

"Do you know where you're going?"

"Nope," I answered quickly. Truly, I hadn't thought that far.

"Then let me come with you," he said, twirling Kaya around his index finger.

When I declined, Faian simply leaned against the wall. The motion was meant to be effective, although Kaya watched him with curious golden eyes, and leaned against the wall in front of him, in exactly the same way. I laughed, and Faian chuckled in his smooth voice. My mood had lightened a little, and I battled to hold my argument against the brown-haired, band shirt wearing, leather loving teen.

"Wherever I am going, it might not be safe...Time travel is cruel sometimes, I've heard...You don't have your powers yet..."

Of course, all my valid points he ricocheted right back at me. He's known me nearly his entire life, knew my weak points in conversation. In the end, I was waiting impatiently near the hangar entrance for Faian to return Kaya to the nursery.

Matter-Eater Lad could have swallowed a planet by the time fain emerged through the hangar gates, carrying his own overful backpack.

"We better hurry, they'll notice anytime soon!"

"I know. No thanks to you." He feigned offense.

"You can't stuff 18 years worth of stuff in a backpack in thirty seconds, no matter how hard you try, 'Kenna." He was edgy, which meant he was just as nervous as she was.

Pressing the screen of the slim device, the time bubble gained solidity in front of them. She knew it's appearance would be causing chaos with the energy readings in the control room. They had to be fast. A narrow frame opened the gold sphere, and they stepped inside. They'd seen their parents use this gadget, but never dared to themselves. Horror stories from legionnaires past continue to wraith the dreams of kids in New Metropolis.

They made for the keypad, and typed in random coordinates, making sure to avoid the ones for Takron Galtos, the Prison Planets.

Just as the bubble's yellowish haze made them disappear, the hanger doors were wrenched open, and a ten-foot-tall TimberWolf stood there, letting in two other frantic legionnaires: Chameleon Boy and Brainiac 5. Her father's three-pronged insignia on his forehead glowed as brightly as his desperate magenta eyes, the eyes he'd replicated for her own. Those pleading eyes were the last things she saw before getting pulled into the voids of time and space.