Before my beautiful crash landing, multiple images flashed through my mind. An image of myself, wrapped in a blanket-burrito before my appartment door was so rudely blown off its hinges. An image of a life-size, bright red, very aggressive, salt shaker screaming nonsense. An image of a friend of mine, running around while fighting six-foot tall metal men. An image of a crimson planet filled with people, humanoids, and flying salt shakers. An image of a very handsome man, with rough facial features that make him look like a marble statue with hair the color of fire. Finally, an image of myself and two others falling through the atmosphere.

Except, the last isn't a memory... I'm really falling though the air towards a fast-approaching ground.

I try to scream, but my voice is ripped out of my throat. I can barely open my eyes to see my second in command falling beside me, before she slaps my wrist watch. I nod in understanding as I push her a few feet from me. I wait as metal engulfs my body. The screen still shows the ground hurdling towards me, but at least now I can control a small portion of the fall.

Taking the joy stick in both of my hands, I yank upwards, a scream of determination filling my ears.

The ground still approaches quickly. I can't do anymore.

At the last moment, I brace for impact.

...

I hurt... Everywhere. My protective covering has retreated back into its container, leaving me exposed to my surroundings.

Coughing the dirt out of my mouth, I take in a deep breath of crisp night air. Okay, time to think. Dirt, breathable air, sound of a city above me... Earth? Maybe?

I really hope we're on Earth.

Looking around me, I moan as I try to stand. My stiff limbs scream in protest as I being my climb out of the crater I made during my fall. The others aren't in the same pit I am, so they must be in a pit of their own.

Finally I manage to pull myself out of the crater, when I hear the unmistakable sound of at least a dozen guns lock a bullet into a chamber at the same time.

I groan. Yup, definitely Earth.

"Freeze!" A gruff voice yells as blinding lights turn on. "We have you surrounded!"

Raising my hand to my eyes, I try to see who is speaking. Seeing as how I'm still being blinded, I shrug as turn my back towards them to find my friends.

Sure enough, standing tall and proud is the first friend I made so many years ago. The lights shining on her outer shell create an even brighter reflection off of Snowball's exterior. Her white shell and black orbs stand out against the dark grass. Her eye stalk swivels before it lands on me.

I hold up my hand. Wait.

Turning to the right, just a hair, I see my second, Oswin. Her exterior is the same as Snowball's, except her colors are different. Oswin's exterior colors are silver and gold. Sadly, a few of her orbs are dented. If they're both in this form, their watches must have been damaged in the fall.

I try to move towards them, before the ruff voice yells, "Lower your weapons!"

I turn towards his voice in surprise. Weapons?

Oh! The lasers!

"We won't harm you!" I tell the man.

"Lower your weapon!" He yells again.

"I said, we won't harm you! The lasers are a part of their bodies." I scoff as my hand wraps around the dented metal of my own laser. Mine isn't attached to my body like the other's. My laser hangs loosely at my side as a gun in a holster does.

"SHE IS COR-RECT!" Oswin replies. At the sound of her monotone voice, the first line of men stumble back. "WE WILL NOT HARM YOU UN-LESS FORCED TO."

"Again, lower- your- weapons!" The man yells for the umpteenth time.

I open my mouth to say something, when I realize I am nonchalantly aiming my broken laser at them.

The sound of gun shots echo throughout the night, but none effect us. None of the bullets even hit us.

Probably because the bullets melt before they reach our bodies.

Suddenly a blast of freezing air hits each light individually, leaving one exposed. A group of four people advance towards us. I can only see their outlines, but I'm not afraid of them.

Just annoyed.

"Thank you, General," the man in the middle says, "We got this."

The last night powers down as the military men begin to retreat.

A line of fiery red lightning surround us, forcing the three of us together. I feel a blast of dry ice hit my side before I fall against Snow.

"Bet'cha can't block that," a woman's voice says over the sound of the lightning. Her voice sound like it's distorted and overlapping itself.

Creepy.

Okay, really annoyed now.

"Enough!" I shout as I swing my arm into the swirl of lightning.

The light stops as a man tumbles a few feet away from us. One of the group runs to the man while the other two take their battle stations.

Without thinking, I pull out my laser and aim it at the crew. Snow and Oswin follow my lead.

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE?" Snowball asks me.

I shake my head and I study the group in the moonlight. "Not yet. I need two things. One, is this Earth?"

A masked man answers. "Yes, you should already know that. Alien."

I scoff as I tilt my head to the side. "We crash landed. Humanoid."

"What's a humanoid?" The smaller of the four asks.

The woman with the weird voice answers, "Another term for a meta."

The lightning man begins the speak as he makes his way towards us. "What else do you need?"

I study him. From what I can see, his suit is practically skin tight. His face is hidden by a mask, but that doesn't hide his surprising attractiveness.

I study him a bit longer before I holster my gun. Placing my hands of Snow and Oswin's lasers, I raise my chin at the man.

"I need a way home." The other three still stand armed. "Look, we didn't attack first

Their lasers are attached to them. Even if they weren't, the lasers are damaged from our fall. We really did crash land. All we want to do is get home. Believe me, you do not want my people or my husband coming for me."

The man in the suit studies me as I did him. Raising his hand to his ear, he speaks into a hidden mic to an unknown person.

"Cisco, can you open a breach? We're going to have visitors."

Just as he finishes his last sentence, a swirling blue portal appears. One by one the group jumps through the portal.

I nod to Snow and Oswin before they follow the other three.

"After you." The man says politely, as he extends his arm towards the swirling blue vortex.

I rolls my eyes as him as I jump into the void, unsure what to expect.

...

Jumping through the void was different than I expected it to be. One moment I was standing in a moonlit park, the next I am standing in a brightly lit laboratory. Crossing my arms, I pull my ragged jacket around me, I lean into my friends. The room is cramped now that Snow and Oswin have been added to the mix.

A man in a jean jacket, long pants, and a scarf steps around a wide desk. "Flash, why have you brought them here?"

His voice has an accent to it. Maybe... French?

The man in the red suit rubs the back of his neck. "They need help getting home. Which is... where, exactly?"

"SKAR-O!" Oswin tells the man.

I hold up my hand. Pushing up, I wince and fall back against Snow. "Ahh! Skaro, as my dear friend said, is a long ways away. I need to contact my husband. He will be better equipped to come to us, anyway."

The man steps forward, his arms held out to me. "Get her a chair, somebody. I thought you said your husband was dangerous?"

Gingerly, I take his hand as we inch our way towards a swivel chair. After I am lowered into the chair, I shrug off my jacket. My side has a large blue hue around it from where the woman hit me.

I clench my teeth as I try to muffle a groan of pain. "He is. Well, sort of. My husband is only dangerous when I'm in danger." I try to laugh, but wince again. Laughing is too painful. "Last time he came for me, it was during a war. Needless to say, the other side lost."

Smiling at the memory of the Cybermen, I press a hand to my side. The fuzzy feeling doesn't last long before I all but double-over in pain.

A hand is placed on my arm. I don't look up at the person. It may be Snow or Oswin.

"EM-PRESS!" Snow exclaims. "MUST A-SSIST! EX-PLAIN! WHY IS SHE IN P-AIN?"

The ice woman speaks, except her voice isn't creepy anymore. "Killer Frost must have hit her with an ice blast, causing dry ice to form frostbite. Get her to the lab."

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" Snow screams.

"No!" I shout, as I try to push myself up. Slipping further in the chair, I moan in pain. "You are to stay here. See what you can do about contacting Red. Let them help and absolutely no exterminating. Unnderstood?"

"YES," The two of them say as they move away.

Nodding my head, I moan in pain. The last thing I remember before I slip into a pain-induced sleep is a pair of strong arms wrapping around my underarms and under my legs, zipping me off to a room with a hospital bed.