Title: Rewind
Rating: T for time travel
Genre: Adventure, friendship, a bit of drama
Characters: Oliver, Kaz, Skylar, Jordan, Gus, Horace, Alan, Bridget, and a few kind-of OCs (meaning Argento, Oliver's dad, etc.), and one purely original OC (Oliver's sister). some of the Lab Rats characters, as well
Pairing(s): None, really, a tiny bit of Jaz and Skoliver
Summary: '"I'm sorry, do I know you?" - "I changed too much, oh, I screwed it all up, I messed up every single thing…"' He went back in time to stop his family from falling apart, but he didn't realize the potential consequences.
Warnings: None
Notes: This randomly popped into my head a few days ago, and it developed into this! It takes place after the Elite Force is formed, but it's all based on Mighty Med characters, so... Anyway, there are a few references to The Flash, mostly because of time paradoxes were on my mind. Anyway, enjoy!
Oliver shuddered slightly as he materialized, shaking off the dizziness that came along with time traveling. He quickly checked his watch, making sure he had landed in the right time, and then pulled on the mask that went with his mission suit. Just to be safe, he activated the invisibility cloak he'd swiped from Mr. Davenport—you never know when you might have to hide. He then set off, heading towards his mother's office building.
So maybe he was breaking about fifty League of Heroes laws by doing this—but hey, it was going to change the world for the better. He had his mission in mind, and he was going to keep it: he was going to make sure his mother never turned evil in the first place.
He hadn't told anyone, not even Kaz or Skylar or Horace. Not Bree or Chase or Mr. Davenport. He was sure he had freaked the majority of them out, clicking a button on his watch (he'd built it himself using Rewind's powers and an amplifier) and disappearing from the middle of their penthouse in Centium City. But he had to keep it a secret from them, because they would have tried to stop him from going back. And he so desperately wanted to change things.
It was his fault his mother was evil, in a way. His mother had only become a villain to protect him, although it was her fault that she had gone mad with power. Either way, he had to fix it.
He reached her building earlier than he had expected, and he quickly used his new short-range teleportation power (which had been a pleasant surprise to him after Kaz had gotten his fire powers) to bypass the security and waltz right into the elevator. He struggled for a minute to remember what floor his mother worked on before remembering that she always said that when the power went out that she didn't have to walk up a ton of stairs.
Second floor it is, then, he decided, quickly pushing the button as the doors slid closed. When they opened again, he recognized his mother immediately, despite her being more than ten years younger. She had a worried look on her face, and Oliver instinctively knew that this was the day that Argento had threatened her.
Don't worry, Mom. You won't have to deal with him at all, ever again.
He automatically teleported behind her—invisibility cloak still activated—and located the door marked with the name Argento Thawne.
Wow, he really didn't try to hide his supervillain identity, did he?
Teleporting inside so he didn't have to open the door and call attention to himself, he was relieved to see that Argento wasn't in his office. He slipped a vial filled with clear liquid out of his pocket and poured a single drop into a glass of water sitting on the desk.
No, he was not committing murder—technically. He was just shutting down Argento's systems—not killing him, but permanently sending him to sleep. And no, he had not made the serum, Douglas had, so if anyone was a murderer it was him! Besides, he was sparing his mother the pain of becoming a killer and ridding the world of one villain and one villain-to-be (although hopefully no longer, seeing as he had changed the timeline).
He quickly teleported back outside, sat in a chair in the corner, and waited to make sure the poison worked.
"Mrs. Pyne! Mrs. Pyne!"
Someone was yelling, and that woke Oliver from his light slumber. He could hardly remember a time when his mother went by 'Mrs. Pyne'. She had reverted back to her maiden name after she'd divorced Oliver's father, which had happened after she'd become a villain. What I've done will stop that, too. My parents won't divorce. I'll make my family whole again.
He quickly stood up, watching as a young red-headed girl—an intern of some sort, probably—rushed out of Argento's office, calling his mother.
"Yes, Linda, what is it?" Bridget replied tiredly.
"It's Mr. Thawne," Linda said, breathless. "I think he's dead! Poisoned, maybe."
Oliver watched as his mother's eyes widened, and he saw her very expressive face go through a series of changes. He saw a definite shock, but a tinge of joy, as well. "Well, we should check. Linda, call 911 and then we'll see what happened."
Oliver knew he didn't have to stick around any longer to see what would happen to Argento—Douglas's serum was designed well, and there was no antidote. He quickly made sure he gathered up all his belongings—no good leaving them in the past—and activated his time travel watch. There was only one charge left, just enough to get him back to his own time. He used it.
Oliver woke in his own room. He lay on his bed for a moment, trying to remember what day it was, before remembering what he'd done. Remembering that, he was startled to realize that he was no longer wearing his super suit, but was wearing normal casual attire. And his watch was showing the correct date. Then he lay there wondering why he felt no different. Apprehensively, he stood and walked downstairs, greeted by a sight he though he'd never see again.
His parents were both in the kitchen, talking and laughing. No signs of the tension Oliver saw once in that past timeline that had caused them to divorce. I did it. I made my family whole.
"Oliver!" Bridget called happily. "We were wondering when you'd be up, you're usually an early riser, even on the weekend!"
Well, she's definitely not a villain anymore, Oliver concluded. No way his mother in that state was a villain.
"I… decided to sleep in a little, considering it is…" He checked his watched discreetly. "Saturday."
"Well, you needed a little sleep, so good for you," his father said, looking up from his newspaper and smiling. Oliver's heart ached; it had been so long since he'd seen his dad.
"Where's Jules?" he asked, referencing to his older, British half-sister. His father had divorced another woman before marrying Bridget, and Jules was a result of that first marriage.
Bridget frowned, and for a minute Oliver was worried he'd accidentally erased Jules from existence. Fortunately, his mother said, "Jules went back to England to check out colleges, remember?"
"Oh, right, I remember," Oliver lied. "Well, I'm going to go out and take a walk," he said. "Maybe I'll find Kaz and Connie." (He was sure to use Skylar's normo name just in case.)
Both parents frowned. "Who?" they asked in unison.
Dread settled in Oliver's chest. "Um… friends from school. Don't worry about it."
As he pulled on his shoes, he heard his father remark, "Hey, B, look at this: apparently Firestorm and Skylar Storm stopped a bank robbery last night!"
Oliver almost choked on his own spit. "Dad? Can I see that?" He ripped the paper out of his father's hands and looked at the page, and his heart almost stopped. The picture was clearly of Skylar, wearing her normal outfit and holding a plasma ball held in her hands (though Oliver did spot a difference: she was wearing a mask), alongside another masked figure wreathed in fire. Oliver recognized the suit the second person was wearing—it was Kaz's Elite Force suit. It looked slightly different (the easiest difference to see was the fire designs on the gloves and mask), but it was definitely him.
On a hunch, Oliver handed the paper back to his dad, who continued reading it, and then glanced across the room. He tried to project himself across space, like he always did when he teleported, but nothing happened. He tried to levitate off the ground—still nada.
"Hey, listen to this," Bridget said, looking at the paper. "They're holding a parade next week in honor of Superhero Day—a new holiday celebrating the anniversary of when superheroes came out of hiding to help citizens! It's a pity we don't know their true identities, but I suppose some people value their privacy. At least some of them will be at the parade, according to this!"
The information was almost too much for Oliver to process—I changed too much, oh, I screwed it all up, I messed up every single thing—but he managed to stand and say, "I'm still going out, I'll be back soon."
He quickly ran outside, hoping to find someone familiar.
He didn't walk for very long. He had just reached the park when he saw a familiar-looking person from the newspaper walking in his direction. It was Kaz—no, Firestorm. Who even knew if Kaz was his real name in this world? Did Kaz even know Oliver?
People called out as he walked by. One teenager, a blond girl whose face Oliver couldn't quite see, shouted, "Firestorm! Are you coming to the parade next week? All superheroes are welcome!"
And Firestorm smiled at her and replied, "Of course, Miss Snow. Skylar is coming, and I believe Caduceo is, too. Possibly Captain Atomic, but I haven't heard back from him yet."
The girl—Snow—grinned and said, "Well, send Skylar and Caduceo my regards, and tell the Captain I hope he'll be there!"
Firestorm nodded and said, "I will, Jordan. I will be sure to tell them."
Jordan? Oliver wondered just as the girl turned slightly, showing Oliver her face. It is Jordan! Does she know who Kaz really is? (He also vaguely wondered, since when was Jordan's last name Snow?)
Soon, however, the crowd—including Jordan—dispersed, and Oliver was only a few feet away from the superhero. "Kaz?" he asked tentatively.
Firestorm immediately turned his gaze on him, actually pulling off his mask. It was Kaz.
"You know my name?" Kaz's voice echoed in Oliver's head, and he realized that Kaz was speaking to him telepathically. Oliver was frozen, he couldn't say anything. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Kaz asked aloud, smiling—a kind smile, but with none of the best-friend warmth Oliver had always seen him with. Oliver's hope crumbled. Kaz didn't know him.
At least his name is still Kaz. But as Oliver thought that, he realized that no, this wasn't his Kaz, this wasn't his best friend. This was a famous and level-headed superhero, not a goofball teenage doctor.
Kaz's words echoed in his ears. "Do I know you?" Oliver lowered his head and said one last thing before walking away.
"No. You don't."
I hoped you liked that! I'll probably update sometime soon, seeing as I don't have school this week. Feel free to leave a review, I'd love to hear your thoughts!