Hey Everyone! This is the first chapter of my veeery long story. I hope you'll like it as much as I do!!!

I don't own the Legion of Superheroes. YET!!! All I have to do is knock of Cos.... *rubs hands together evilly* MWA HA HA HA!!!!

Chapter One

A New Legionnaire

Part One: A Meeting with Destiny

Brainiac Five walked down a silent street in Mountain City Colorado, the United States. He was wearing a cloak with a hood, and the few humans on the street kept their distance from him. That was fine with him; after all, he was not of their world.

The twenty-first century. What was he doing here? He didn't know. This was a place of the past, most information about it lost in the Great Crisis. Maybe that was it— maybe he wanted to learn. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head; who was he kidding with that excuse? He had been walking all night, and he finally stopped. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he felt as if something was pulling him here. He was in a silent suburb now, all the houses dark.

There was a light shining in one backyard. His feet began to move towards it, and he floated off the ground to look down the window well the light was coming from.

A girl stood there, her eyes closed in concentration. Suddenly a ball of flame appeared in front of her, and she opened her eyes. Brainy felt a wave of interest; this girl had superpowers. He contemplated what he should do. She would most likely think he was crazy if he simply yelled down at her, so he tapped firmly on the grate, and the girl whirled around. She started as she caught sight of him. "Who are you?" She asked, opening the window and looking up at him. There was no trace of fear or suspicion in her voice; only interest. Her hair was honey colored and very curly. Her eyes were blue, and she wore a thick set of glasses. She was wearing loose clothes, a red shirt and black pants with white dots and stripes dancing along crazily.

"Querl." She gave him a strange look.

"That's your name?" He nodded.

"What are you doing in my backyard?" He sighed, not really sure how to answer the question. Her eyes flicked to his hand, and widened a bit as she noticed the ring on it.

"I like your ring; Superman has one like it." She said, and he blinked, looking down at his Legion Ring.

"Do you need help or something?" He sighed again, still not sure why he was sitting there talking to her, and nodded. She opened the window pane further and removed a thin coating of screen and got out into the window well, pushing the grate up softly so she was face to face with him.

"If you need help, I'd be willing to give it to you." He blinked in surprise as she motioned for him to come in.

"My Mom thinks I'm asleep, so be quiet." He dropped into the room, and his hood fell down. She cocked her head.

"Your skin is green." She observed. He stood up, and realized that he only came up to slightly above her shoulder. He inwardly sighed in annoyance; was everyone taller than him?

"What were you doing with the ball of fire?" He asked. She sat down on a bed in the middle of the room.

"I call myself a firebender; I can control fire." He nodded in interest.

"I know someone who has a similar gift." She motioned at a fuzzy pink circular chair in the corner.

"You can sit down, if you'd like." He eyed the thing with suspicion. He slowly sat down on the edge and tried to sit.

"Aaugh!" He yelped as he tipped backwards and his head hit the back of the chair. It was larger and deeper then it looked. He rubbed his head, and saw that she was covering her mouth, shaking with suppressed laugher. He looked down, still rubbing his head and feeling the unaccustomed heat rushing to his face.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. But it was pretty funny." She amended. He sat back more carefully and realized that it was in fact fairly comfortable.

"Apology accepted. Now, will you show me your power?" She nodded and stood up. She took a breath and held her palms flat together, as if she was praying. Then she made several intricate motions with her arms, and a small ball of flame appeared. He watched as she made it change shape and size, even intensity, changing it from warm orange fire to scalding white flames. The way she moved her arms, it looked like she was dancing.

"Very good. But can you fight with it?" She made another motion with her arms, bringing them in an arc over her head and stopping at her waist with her hands palm down, and the flame faded away.

"You want me to go crazy with my fire whips in my bedroom that is full of flammable objects?" He shook his head, seeing her reason.

"So, where are you from?" She asked, sitting down on the bed again.

"Well… This is going to sound crazy." He laughed, and she cocked her head.

"What's so funny?" He looked at his hands, frowning.

"I have a twelfth level intelligence and I don't even know what I'm doing." She raised an eyebrow, her head still cocked, giving her a very comical look.

"So? Where are you from?" He had to think up a cover-up quickly. "Metropolis."

Her eyes lit up. "Lucky! I've always wanted to go to Metropolis! But my Dad who came from the middle of nowhere—this teeny tiny town in Kansas called Smallville—thinks it would be too dangerous for me to go anywhere. Like, ever." He started, the familiar name startling him.

"Your father is from Smallville? I have been there, once… a long time ago."

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, all I really want to do is get out of here and see the world." He nodded, knowing the feeling. She kicked her legs up as she faced the boy, not feeling at all uncomfortable with this person in her room.

"So, what about you? What are your dreams and aspirations?"

He frowned, his brow crinkling. "You don't even know who I am." He said softly, twisting the ring on his finger. She shrugged, but he thought he saw a twinkle of secrecy in her eyes and a smile she was trying to hide.

"You're probably right. I mean, how could I know you?" She seemed to be trying to convince herself as much as him. "So, what's your trouble?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Well…" He wasn't sure what to say, why he felt so drawn to this girl with her open atmosphere. "I hurt my friends very much a few weeks ago."

Her expression motioned for him to continue. He took a deep breath, the nudging in his mind getting stronger and stronger.

"And I left our group to try to sort everything out, and I thought they would never be able to trust me again."

She blinked at his sudden outburst. "Oh. Well, if they're good friends who really care about you, I can't see what you could have done. What did you do?" He winced, completely out of lies.

And so he told her the truth.

All of it.

Brainiac Five stood up, his black cloak sweeping the floor.

"I really shouldn't be telling you these things. But for some reason I did." She stood up with him.

"I guess there's a lot that I don't know. But I've always been told I'm a good listener; and you might be surprised at what I understand." He smiled faintly at her.

"I'm sorry. I've disturbed your peace enough for one night. I should go." He stepped towards the window, but she caught his wrist and held him back.

"Wait. Will you come back? I want to know more about this Legion of the future." He frowned in thought.

"I suppose I can return…" She smiled and released him. "I'll see you then?" He nodded and disappeared through the window.

Brainy walked down the street, his head pounding as if Brainiac 1.0 was thrashing about in anger inside his head. What was he doing? He had just appeared in a strange girl's bedroom and spilled some of his deepest, darkest secrets to her. He didn't even know her name! Now he was wandering around in the 21st century, lost and alone, with no idea why he was there or what he was going to do next.

Brogyn Aidan dove under the covers with her flashlight and her diary; this was a dream come true! She didn't tell Brainiac that she knew all about him; it would have just creeped him out. But she knew everything about the Legion of Superheroes. They were a group of super-powered young adults and teenagers, defenders of justice in the 31st century. She knew almost all of them by name: Lightning Lad, Cosmic Boy, Colossal Boy, Phantom Girl, Timber Wolf, Saturn Girl, Shrinking Violet, Chameleon Boy, Star Boy, Kel-el, Superman, Matter Eater Lad, Sun Boy, Bouncing Boy, Triplicate Girl, Element Lad, Karate Kid, Nemesis Kid, Ultra Boy, Blok… Brainiac Five.

They were supposedly a TV show and Comic Series directed by Superman himself, and she didn't know how accurate it was. But Brainiac Five had looked exactly like he did in the Television show… After the second season had ended. He had been her favorite through the entire show, and she had in all honesty almost had a heart attack when she saw him. So it was all true; all of it! He had really tried to take over the Universe, had really fought with his ancestor, had really killed Imperiex; true, true, true. She felt her eyelids drooping, and she peeked out from under the blankets at the clock. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

She yawned, ended her Diary entry and switched off her bedside lamp. She stared out the dark window to the silent window well as a thought struck her; why her, why here, why now? Why had Brainiac Five, her hero, decided to visit her in the middle of the night in her home in the calm little suburb? Perhaps she would get her answers at their next meeting…

Brainy found shelter under a tree that night. It was a warm, probably midsummer. But he still felt humiliated to be sleeping basically in a gutter. He balled up his cloak for a pillow and curled into a ball, trying to keep the nightmares away. He was so tired; he fell into a deep and blissfully dreamless sleep in moments.

When he awoke, the sun was streaming down on his face through the dappled leaves of the trees. He peered up through them; a bird hopped around on the branches, twittering happily. This of kind tree and this species of bird would be eliminated from the earth during the great Crisis. He wondered what else had been lost that no one remembered anymore. A small patch of flowers, white and open to welcome the day surrounded his sleeping place.

Suddenly there was a sound, and he sat up groggily. A primitive vehicle—an automobile—drove by, puffing out exhaust and carbon dioxide. He watched as it approached and went by, and realized with a jolt that he recognized the girl in the front seat; it was the girl he had visited the night before, the one who had called herself the firebender. He stood up and followed the car. It was going slowly, and it stopped in front of a red sign. He flew after it and activated his stealth belt, not wanting to be seen by anyone; after all, you didn't see as many heroes flying around here as in his time. The car pulled into a space with more automobiles parked in precarious places.

The girl got out, and Brainy blinked in interest. It was the same girl, he was certain, but she looked very different. Her loose fitting clothes and wild hair of the night before was gone. Her hair was pulled back into a curly cloud behind her head, small red and black ornaments hung from her ears, and her glasses were gone. She stared shyly after a short boy in a white shirt and tie walking into the building, but he didn't notice her. She was wearing a knee length red and black dress with patterns curling crazily across it. He shook his head; was everything about this girl red and black? She walked into the building, chatting with a pretty girl with long, light brown hair and glasses, about half a head shorter then herself. He ducked behind a bush and waited.

He accidentally fell asleep, and the people began pouring out of the building woke him. He sat up blearily and looked around. She walked out talking to her friend from before and another girl, also pretty, with shoulder length, dark brown hair and deep, soulful brown eyes.

"I don't know why you even like him! He's not that cute." The girl with light brown hair said to her.

"So? There's more to a boy then good looks you know." The dark haired girl said.

"Lane and Parker are pretty cute, Katie." The one called Katie sighed in exasperation.

"I don't like them anymore and you know it, Kirsten." Kirsten laughed, and She laughed with her.

"Adam is not cute. And he's so short!" A third girl with medium long brown hair, shiny pink lips and color brushed along her eyelids said from behind Kirsten.

"Hey, here's an idea, Cassie. Let's make comments on someone else's love life." She huffed. Katie, Kirsten and Cassie burst out laughing.

"Come on, Brogyn. You're the most fun to tease. And we never said anything about love." Brainy smiled; so that was her name. Brogyn pushed Kirsten, making her bump into a smallish boy with fuzzy blonde hair who was walking kind of hunched over in an odd shuffling way.

"Sorry Shea." Kirsten amended. He shrugged and shuffled off. Katie, Cassie and Brogyn broke into laughter.

"Let's see how you like it!" Kirsten suddenly shoved Brogyn, and she tripped over her own boots and tumbled into a short boy with tan skin and brown hair. They hit the grass on the side of the white walkway before both scrambling up.

"Jeez, watch it!" He snapped, and Brogyn blushed furiously.

"You watch it, Adam!" She shouted back. Her friends were bellowing with laughter, and she stormed to her car and got in, slamming the door. Brainy slunk through the bushes, still invisible, and tapped on her window. She jumped, hitting her head on the low ceiling. He turned off his stealth belt, becoming visible

"Querl?" She said, her eyes wide. He stuck his head in as she rolled the window down.

"So it wasn't a dream!" She sounded absolutely ecstatic.

"Shall I meet you in your room when you return?" He asked. She shook her head, and the dangling ornaments clinked together like tiny wind chimes.

"No, not while my family is around. How about the park? You do know where it is, right?" He nodded.

"Quick, my family is coming." She hissed, shoving his head out. He disappeared again. He watched as two children and two adults got into the car. The boy was obviously younger then Brogyn, but still probably taller then Brainy was. His wild blonde hair stuck out at odd angles, and his shirt was already coming un-tucked. The girl was very young, her long blonde hair combed into a plait at her back. Her blue eyes were wide, and her thumb was in her mouth. The mother was about the same height as Brogyn, her short light brown hair curling around in little puffs on her head. She was tan and pretty, with shining blue eyes. The father was very tall, with short black hair and green-blue eyes. The car began to move, and the family disappeared down the street. Brainy slid around cars and people, heading to the street, his stealth belt still hiding him. He reached the park and waited.

Brogyn rushed into the house after Church and shot down the stairs, her earrings already in her hand and her boots half on her feet. She was going so fast she actually missed the last few stairs and fell down them. She changed faster then she had ever changed before, and soon she was back upstairs before anyone else had even gotten out of their church clothes.

"Well, someone's in a hurry." Her mom said, laughing at her daughter's enthusiasm.

"Can I go to the park?" She asked breathlessly. Her mom blinked and shrugged.

"Take your cell." Brogyn grabbed her small red phone out of her room and was back upstairs in a flash.

"Bye, love you, see you later!" She called and was out the door.

Brainy sat on the bench, watching the empty park. No one had come all day, despite the fair weather. He heard the sound of whirring tires, and turned his head. Brogyn was coasting down the concrete walk, her hair hidden by a shiny silver helmet. She screeched her vehicle to a halt a few feet from him, making him step back.

"Hey, Brainy. So, what should we do today?" He smiled at her. If anything could take his mind off the horrors of the past, it was a day of carefree gallivanting.

"Anything. Everything! Show me what you like to do for fun." He said. She grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards two small platforms hanging on chains. He thought it felt nice when she held his hand. She sat down in one of the platforms and began to swing her legs back and forth, making the platform fly back and forth.

"What are you doing?" Brainy asked.

"Get on the other one! It's a swing! Just do what I do." She said, still pumping her legs. He hesitantly sat down, finding it stable. He pushed off the ground, and it swung back and forth. He began to swing his legs the way she had shown him, and soon he was flying over the ground. This was like flying, only different. It was more erratic, dangerous and uncomfortable; it was downright exhilarating! He watched her as she swung beside him, and suddenly she let go, flying through the air with a wild whoop. She landed with a thud, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop. Brainy flew off, floating down to a standstill over her.

"Maybe we should be more careful." He said. She sat up and shook chips of wood out of her hair.

"Not a chance." She grinned. Brainy followed her around the park, occasionally pointing out something or asking a question. He soon had memorized exactly what she looked like, an old and somewhat annoying habit he had. He had done it with all the Legionnaires, in fact. Her hair was curly and wild, twisting in many ringlets to her shoulders. She had pieces of metal attached to her teeth, and when he asked about them, she called them Braces. She laughed more then anyone he knew and she had a nice smile despite the metal pieces. He watched her as she scaled a tree and hung upside down from it, laughing as always.

"Brogyn?" He asked, and she grinned.

"I never told you my name."

He shrugged. "And I never told you that I was sometimes called Brainy. But I need to ask you a favor." She grabbed the branch and swung down.

"Anything." She said.

He sighed. "I may need to leave soon. I don't think the Legion would want me to be with you, in this time period."

She looked hurt. "But, you left the Legion! Why do they care what you do?" She said. He froze; he had never told her this. Was she a spy after all?

"How do you know about that?" He asked. She also had frozen, realizing her mistake.

She sighed and looked down. "I know Brainy. Everything." He frowned, shock rippling through him.

"How?" She reached into her pocket and withdrew a primitive communication device, a cellular phone. She flipped it open and hit some buttons and then held it out to him. He peered at it and felt a wave of confusion. The picture looked like him, but it was drawn by pencil or ink. She pressed another button, and the picture changed to another of him. And on and on. Over twenty pictures of him in different stages of his life. Some were when he was smaller, and Superman had first joined the Legion. Others were himself when Kel-el had been dragged in. And a few were his human self. There were also pictures of the entire Legion. He flipped it closed and handed it back to her.

"Where did you find these?" He asked softly.

She looked down. "There is a television show called The Legion of Superheroes, supposedly suggested by Superman himself. He helps them do the episodes, or so I've heard. You're one of the main characters, actually, and you're pretty much everyone's favorite. Brainiac Five—or Querl Dox—is a Coluan who separated himself from the Hive Mind years ago and chose to live among humans. Then Brainiac 1.0 took over his mind and wreaked havoc on the galaxy, but Brainy saved them all by destroying him." She suddenly giggled. Brainy scowled.

"What can you possibly find funny about this situation?" He demanded. She giggled again.

"You were pretty funny during the Alignment."

She burst into a fit of giggles as Brainy's eyes went wide.

"What!? Superman put that in?!" He spluttered. Brogyn was literally on the ground laughing, and he frowned, hurt.

"It was not a pleasant experience. And if Superman hadn't--"

She stopped laughing, though she was still breathing hard. "I know, I know. If he hadn't taken you to Zoon, you would have gone offline. I took it very seriously at that part. But the rest was funny. And by the way, I want to play spider too!" She was grinning, and Brainy felt a voice whisper to him. 'This girl could seriously hurt you with all she knows. You and all your friends.' It nagged. He shoved the thought away. She was just a child; she wouldn't—couldn't—hurt them. Her face fell.

"You're getting creeped out now. Sorry, I knew you would be if I started my rambling. But you were always my favorite character. So when you showed up on my doorstep—uh, windowsill—I thought it was a dream come true." She admitted sheepishly. Brainy frowned; she must be insane to think he was her dream come true.

"You'll probably want to go home now. Sorry if I'm still creeping you out. I'd probably scare Prince Zuko even more." She chuckled softly at some inside joke. He had a sudden stab of sadness; he would have to leave and very possibly erase her memory of this to protect the Legion. But he could spend more time with her before erasing it…

"Do you like music?" She asked suddenly. He shrugged.

"I don't particularly have a preference. Music is not as popular in the 31st century as I have heard it is here." She sat down on the bench and pulled out a small digital device. Brainy sat down next to her, making sure to commit every detail of her to memory.

He would remember this odd and unlikely friendship, even when she forgot.

She held out a small pink thing to him, and he took it, looking at it curiously.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked. She laughed.

"Put it in your ear! It's a headphone." He obeyed, and soft music began to play. Brogyn was singing along with it, and he thought she had a very nice singing voice.

"What song is this?" He asked, and she grinned.

"One of my favorites. It's There's Us by Alexz Johnson." She looked down, a slight pink tinge creeping across her cheeks. The song continued, and Brainy began to pick up on the lyrics.

"I want to know the words. May we listen again?" He asked, and she nodded, replaying it. He listened…

After several times through the song, they were both singing along with it. Suddenly a beeping sound came from the machine, and Brogyn pulled the headphone out of her ear, accidentally yanking it out of Brainy's as well. He winced, rubbing his ear.

"Oh, sorry, but it's almost dead. I should probably be going now..." She said, and he nodded sadly.

Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light, followed by an all too familiar time bubble.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't our little Legion friend." A hissing voice said, and a woman with green hair floated out of the bubble.

"Empress!"

To be continued…

Well, that was the first chapter! I hope you'll review it!! Please no flames though! I can only handle pyro-kineticly generated heat!!!

~Firegirl~