Shayera Hol was not have a good morning.

She'd awoken with a snarl, her blood boiling as Tom Watt's 'Little Drops of Poison' played on the radio beside her bed. Said radio might have avoided being turning into a piece of scrap had it not been for the fact that its song choice was the same one Anarchy had been singing before he strolled up and manhandled the entire League. The lanky titan-god had treated her like a nobody and hurt her friends, so when her eyes had snapped open she was ready to dish out some pain upon him. The poor radio died for Anarchy's sins and Shayera leapt up, ready to do battle.

That's when things got weird.

The bedroom she'd found herself in could have easily been her own, as it had many of the same design choices and styles that Shayera tended to gravitate too. Dark wood paneling, a large bed with twisted covers, clothing thrown about all over the place, dirty shirts mixing with clean ones, drawers half open with socks and panties crammed into them. Wally always made fun of her for her sleeping habits, claiming she didn't have a bed but a giant nest.

Whenever he did that she made a quiet little plot to hide one of his beloved action figures.

But there had been other things in the room that just didn't fit. The posters on the wall of bands and movie stars she barely remembered. A guitar sitting off in the corner when she knew she didn't play. Even the view was wrong; rather than the high mountains that normally greeted her when she woke up she found herself staring out at a picture of suburbia, with men hurrying off to work in their suits and school kids running to bus stops with their backpacks.

Dread had filled her veins as she remembered Anarchy little comments about 'second chances' and teenagers. She'd forced herself to take a calming breath and looked down… at her lean arms, scrawny legs, flat chest… no WINGS…

If someone asked her later on about that discovery, she planned to omit the part about screaming.

Her… overly emotional response (she had not broken down screaming in horror, rocking back and forth while hugging her pillow)… had brought out the next little surprise of the morning: her 'mother'.

'Well, not my real mother,' Shayera thought to herself as she pulled the hood of her light yellow sweatshirt up over her head and trudged towards Happy Harbor High. People were giving her a wide berth and she was glad for that, as she was in no mood to socialize with the moody, hyperactive, giggly and/or lusty teenagers that were swirling about her. The Doc Martins she wore were heavier than her normal boots but at least they would provide her with some weight when she kicked someone… and she knew she would be kicking someone if they kept looking at her like they were. A black denim backpack, given to her by 'Mother' was slung over her shoulders and her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her baggy cargo pants. Quite honestly, if someone didn't look too carefully she could have passed as a boy.

"Oh, sorry!" a teen said as he bumped into her shoulder. Shayera's lips curled back, several choice words on the tip of her tongue, only for them to die away as she stared at the red head that had hit her. "Shayera?"

"Wally?" Shayera said, an actual smile blossoming on her face as she looked at the tall teen in his red and gold graphic teen and skinny jeans. She felt something fluctuate within her and she leapt forward and hugged the man that she saw as her little brother. "Wally!"

Wally laughed as he lifted Shayera up and spun her about. "Oh thank God! I thought I was the only one stuck in 'Save by the Bell'!" Shayera laughed at that, hugging Wally just as tightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that, at the very least, she wouldn't have to be dealing with this insanity on her own. The two of the giggled in delight, stumbling a bit as Wally tried to keep himself upright as he held Shayera up.

"What is with them?"

"Did I actually hear Shayera laugh?"

"Must be the end of the world."

"Seriously, did I just see what I think I saw?"

"Is that West hugging Little Miss Brood?"

"Do you think they are dating?"

"Lucky girl, wish Wally would hug me like that."

Wally glanced over Shayera's shoulder at a group of girls that were gossiping about their antics. It was rather easy for him to do so as he was actually rather tall. While Shayera had shrunk Wally had remained almost as tall as he had been as an adult; it was only the lack of muscle definition that had him looking more scrawny than superheroy.

'Superheroy?' Shayera thought. 'Clearly standard vocabulary and Shayera are unmixy… what the hell?!'

Wally tilted his head in confusion. "Ok, let me guess… weird thoughts racing through your head?" When Shayera merely stared at him he shrugged and tapped his forehead. "Got the same thing happening, little bird." Shayera glared at him and Wally smiled weakly. "Like that one. Anyway, I think we should step off to the side. We are getting some odd looks from our classmates."

"Oh god," Shayera mumbled, pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead. "We have classmates."

"Yeah, and a boatload of other problems," Wally muttered. Shayera nodded, following after her friend, not realizing that she'd subconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand, which only led to more whispering from those that had spotted them. The two of them quickly made their way over to a grove of trees just a few yards away from the main road, which served as a tiny little park area. There was a picnic table there and Wally quickly sat down, Shayera moving to sit opposite him and pushing some abandoned paper cups away. Wally took off the messenger-style bag that had been slung over his shoulder and plopped it on the ground before stretching his long, thin arms high up in a bone-cracking stretch. "So… rough morning?"

"I'm stuck in a barely pubescent body, without my wings, and I have a Thanagarian Servant Droid posing as my mother. 'Rough' doesn't begin to cover it, Flash."

Wally grimaced. "Yeah, I didn't want to mention it… but your wings-"

"Long story," Shayera muttered.

"Make it short."

"Removed for my mission and replaced by a Nth Metal flight harness."

Wally's face screwed up in confusion. "Ok, make it just a touch longer…"

Shayera groaned. "According to my… 'mother'-" She did little air quotes.

"The robot thing you mentioned, right?"

"Correct. To anyone other than me, 'she' looks like… well, how I am supposed to look…"

"Old," Wally said before his eyes went wide. "Not… not that I'm saying you were old! You were still really hot for someone so mature-I mean aged- I mean you would totally be a milf if you had a kid. Not in a bad way… I would have dated you if you showed any interest in me… did I say that out loud?" Wally slammed his forehead on the table. "Never mind, you were saying?"

Shayera nodded, resisting every impulse to huff like the moody teenager she was. "My 'mother' informed me that in this reality I was selected for the Thanagar Deep Cover Division. Think of it like your CIA. Agents infiltrate worlds and report back their findings to determine if a species has anything to offer Thanagar. In order to blend in with the people of Earth, I have adopted the guise of a high school student… and had my wings surgically removed." She flexed her shoulders slightly, finding it rather disturbing that she didn't have the normal weight of her feathered appendages on her back.

"So… in this reality… you're a traitor again?" Wally said with utter sadness and hurt.

"NO!" Shayera exclaimed, grabbing his hands and clasping them in hers. "I swear to you… I am not going to betray Earth! I will never betray any of you… Wally please believe me! I'd… I'd rather have my wings ripped out one feather at a time then ever betray you!" Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cursed in annoyance. "Stupid… I keep feeling like crying or screaming or giggling…"

"That because of the hormones, dumb-dumb! Make you feel things more strongly, emotional whiplashes, growth spurts and such…"

Wally and Shayera jerked up as they saw Anarchy floating just above them. Shayera growled, wishing that 'mother' had let her bring her mace. The droid had refused, stating it would blow her cover. The best Shayera could get was her backpack, which in fact held the Nth Metal Harness she'd been given as a replacement for the mutilation of her wings.

Anarchy paused, tilting his head in confusion as he looked down at the two. "Wait… you the aren't the cavemen I was suppose to torment… damn it." He reached into his hat and pulled out a scheduler, flipping through it. "I am in the wrong timeline and dimension! Me damn it, I need to get a secretary." He vanished the scheduler and waved his hands frantically. "My apologizes, I came here way too soon, pretend I never popped up." And with that he simply disappeared.

"…crap," Wally muttered in annoyance.

"I swear I am going to ring that titan's neck!" Shayera screeched, stomping her foot in anger. Wally watched her rant and rave, a slight smile on his face as he enjoyed Shayera's tantrum, especially the way it made her bounce about. Yes, her pants were a bit too baggy to let him stare at her bootie but still, the way she was wiggling-

"Wally… are you checking me out?" Shayera said, her tone dangerous as she froze mid-stomp.

"…hormones," Wally muttered weakly. Off in the distance he heard a sound he'd hadn't heard in years: the warning bell. "Oops, school is starting, have to go Shayera!" And with that Wally superspeeded away.

"I… you… I…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Shayera screamed.

~JL~JL~JL~

'Are you sure you do not require assistance?'

'I'm sure,' John mentally said.

'It appears that you need assistance.'

'I have this.' John shifted in his seat, wondering how he'd ever forgotten how uncomfortable the chairs in school were. There was just no way to sit in them without hurting. If he sat up straight the hard plastic ground into his shoulder blades. Slouching, at first, was good, but continually doing so made him stiff and sore. Worse, the chairs were cold and made certain parts of his backside itch like crazy. John shifted again, ignoring the looks he was getting from his classmates. They were all strangers to him, even if he did recognize all of them thanks to the flashes of memories his brain was receiving, connecting names with faces. He honestly didn't know if that was better or worse than knowing everyone. On one hand, having familiar faces would be nice, especially since enough of the people around him knew his name and acted like they had a shared history. On the other hand though, John didn't know how he'd handle it if he had to look at a teenaged Mari or John Henry Irons.

It was bad enough he'd had to look at himself as a teenager that morning. A normal, average teenager. Not that there was anything wrong with being average… but John had years of military training that had given him a strong, rock-hard body that he took great pride in. He wasn't vain but… he knew he looked good and he liked the fact that he had developed his body to its peak. It also helped keep him sane; when a kid from Detroit fought gods and demons sometimes the only thing he could do to keep his mind on the right track was to pump iron and hit the bag.

All of that was gone now, leaving him looking like a young man who had a couple of weights in his bedroom and nothing else. Worse, he was once more stuck with the bane of his existence: glasses.

John reached up and pushed the offending specs back up the bridge of his nose. When he'd gone into the military one of the first things he'd done was get laser eye surgery. No one wanted a marine that couldn't see a target two feet in front of his face. In this new body, however, his eyes were once more horrible, meaning he had to wear the dorky glasses. It didn't matter if on anyone else he would have said they looked cool and stylish, or if the world thought they looked fine on him; when John wore them he felt like Urkel.

"And if you carry the 3…" Mr. Rosenberg said dryly, his marker running along the white board as he showed the class how to work out the algebra problem. John dimly tried to remember if any of his other classes back when he'd been in school had started the first day with a long boring lecture. If they had he'd obviously blocked the painful memory. Of course, the entire day had been a pain as John was either dealing with lessons he knew he should remember but didn't, meaning he felt like a fool… or dealing with lessons he remembered all too well and thus was bored out of his mind.

'Lantern Stewart, you placed a 7 in the equation when it should be a 3. Are you sure you do not require assistance?'

John glared at his lantern ring in utter annoyance. He'd been thrilled when he'd realized that even though he was a teenager he still had his power ring. The ring had provided him with the basic story: John had moved to Happy Harbor 3 years earlier, moving in with his Uncle Robert and his two cousins Sharon and Virgil. According to the ring, much of John's time in Happy Harbor was normal and it wasn't until that past summer, when things had gotten strange. John had been dragged from his bed to the woods and to the dying Lantern Nella Nivek, partner to first Abin Sur and later Hal Jordan. Just as Sur had to Jordan, Nella had selected John as his replacement and given him the ring before passing.

'It appears you are daydreaming. School is for focus, young man.'

John grit his teeth. Unlike Hal, who had been, in this reality, 17 when he got the ring, John was only 15 and thus considered 'underage'. As such, he wasn't allowed to go to Oa for basic training… and the ring was stuck in 'parental mode'. That meant, to John at least, it was nagging on him like it was his mom.

"Remember to do all the odd numbered problems on page ten!" Mr. Rosenberg called out as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. John tossed his books in his backpack and hurried out the door, anxious to grab lunch… and hopefully find his friends. He'd been trying to keep an eye out for the rest of the League but other than spotting a flash of red hair that John assumed belonged to Wally, he'd so far turned up with nothing. Lunch, however, offered him a better chance to move about and hopefully find Diana or J'onn or Wally-

"That's an interesting class ring you have on."

John whipped around, his fist held out as he prepared himself for an attack.

"Don't do that," Bruce said, leaning against a wall with a locker on his right, dressed in a black dress shirt and slacks. John idly wondered how Bruce had managed to find the one part of Happy Harbor High that had shadows. "Just keep walking and act natural."

"Nothing about this is natural," John grumbled, ignoring a couple of girls that were giggling at his 'antics' and trudging towards the cafeteria, Bruce just a step behind him. "I mean, what is natural for us? These aren't even our bodies."

"This isn't the first time we've found ourselves altered," Bruce stated quietly. "Remember Modred's little spell."

"I try not to," John stated. "But this is a bit different, you have to admit."

"True," Bruce admitted. "But we aren't going to help the situation if you act out of character. So think like a teenager and not like a lantern."

"I am a lantern," John argued quietly. "Have the ring and everything." He held up his hand as he got in line. "Are you brown bagging it?" he asked, noticing the paper sack in Bruce's hand.

"Yes," he grumbled, sounding very much like a teen. "Alfred's idea."

"…I'll trade you." Bruce shot him a look and John shrugged. "I thought that's what kids did."

"We are 15, John, not 5. We don't get recess, we don't get naptime, and there aren't any cookies and milk after story hour."

"You oddly know a lot off the top of your head about what kindergarten is like," John stated, grabbing a tray and grinning as he saw they were serving pizza for lunch. "Ok, this day just got a bit better."

Bruce looked off to the side, shaking his head when the lunch lady tried to offer him a slice. "Try and focus. I know it is hard but you have to act like a teenager… but don't think like one."

"There is a difference?" John asked as he paid for his food with the money his uncle had left on the table. John didn't remember having an 'Uncle Robert' but apparently in this reality he did… and the man was nice enough to leave his nephew plenty of money for lunch. He hadn't gotten to meet him, as Uncle Robert had left a note saying he had to get Sharon and Virgil to school.

"Of course," Bruce stated as John began to try and find a table to sit at. "If you begin acting like an adult, people will notice that something is off about you."

"Something is off about me," John reminded him once more. "And would that be such a bad thing?"

"If Robin came up to you claiming he was really a 35 year old man, what would you think?"

"I'd think he needed to get checked into Arkham for a nice 2 week stay." Bruce glared at John and the lantern managed a weak smile. "Ok, sorry, but true. And ya, I get your point; if we begin acting out of character then people will think we are nuts and that will only cause us problems. Just because we are new to this reality doesn't mean we don't have a history here."

"Exactly," Bruce said. "We have to learn about that history though and figure out how to behave so that we seamlessly integrate ourselves."

Spotting an empty table at the far end of the cafeteria, John hurried over to claim it before anyone else did. Bruce followed after him, sitting down and unpacking the sandwich, bottle of water, and thermos of soup Alfred had packed him. "Ok, so I get acting like a kid… but what do you mean, don't think like one?"

"He means that we have hormones raging through our bodies now and impulses and ideas that are not normal for an adult mind," Clark said, setting a tray down as he sat down next to them. John and Bruce stared a look, a bit surprised to see Clark wearing his normal red button-up shirt and blue jeans… but NOT his glasses. "Yeah… I didn't begin wearing those until I came to Metropolis," Clark said, sensing what they were staring at. John and Bruce continued to stare, far to use to Superman, when he was Clark Kent, looking like a total dweeb. This Clark looked like he could be prom king. Clark had told them once over drinks that in high school he'd been somewhat popular and not at all like the geeky, bumbling man he pretended to be at the Planet, but there was a difference between hearing that and seeing it. "It's weird to be walking around without them but even if I could get my hands on a pair…"

"It would draw to many questions," John said, finishing the statement. Taking a bite of his lunch, he looked about the cafeteria for a moment. "So, any sign of the others?"

"None," Clark said. "And most of the faces I've seen are new ones. I'm trying to listen in for the others but since all our voices are slightly different…" He looked over at Bruce's thermos of soup and smirked. "Here." Focusing, a thin beam of red light shot out and headed the liquid from mildly warm to fresh-off-the-stove hot.

"Hmmm," Bruce muttered. "Most?"

Clark blushed at that. "Well…"

"Smallville!"

The three young men whipped their heads, watching as a trio of ladies, a pretty blonde, a stunning redhead and a raven-haired beauty, hurried over to them. To John's amusement the raven and the red each placed a hand on Clark's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, while the blonde merely stood by, rolling her eyes at their antics. Clark, embarrassed and uneasy by the attention, shifted about in his chair.

"How did you manage to get here so fast?" the blonde asked. "We got out of class at the same time and you already have food? Jeez, did you fly or something?"

Bruce shot Clark a dirty look.

"It's pizza day," he said quietly.

"Smallville, aren't you going to introduce us to the new friends you ditched us three for?" the raven-haired girl ask.

Clark quickly nodded. "Uh, yeah, right. Guys, this is Lois Lane, Lana Lang, and Chloe Sullivan. Girls, this is John Stewart and Bruce Wayne."

Lana tilted her head in confusion. "Odd little group you have going here but… ok, I'm fine with it. We'll grab lunch and meet you over here." She leaned down and gave Clark a kiss on the cheek. "See you in a moment."

"That we will, Smallville," Lois said, doing the same.

"Idiots," Chloe muttered, grabbing the other two and dragging them away.

"…damn!" John finally exclaimed once the girls were out of earshot.

Clark groaned. "Please don't. This is hard enough as it is. And thank god Wally didn't hear that because you know he'd have said something dirty."

"Wally? Noooo," John teased.

"Lois and Lana," Bruce said. "Chloe?"

"Old friend. We drifted apart after her dad got a new job in California during Freshman year. I guess in this reality that never happened. I'm just glad she's dating the Junior Varsity Quarterback and not interested in me. This is painful enough as it is."

"Painful?" John asked, nibbling on his crust.

Clark nodded. "Apparently I'm 'Archie' to their 'Betty and Veronica'." John and Bruce merely stared at him. "Oh, come on! One of you had to get that reference!"

"I did, I just didn't find it funny," John said simply.

Clark opened his mouth to retort, only to quickly shut it when he spotted Chloe, Lana and Lois returning with their lunches. The three girls settled down around the table and to John's amusement Lois and Lana purposely sat themselves on either side of Clark, even though the table sat 10 easily and there was no need to squish in. Chloe and John shared a look, silent laughter shaking their frames at the way the two girls were practically worming their way onto Clark's lap. For his part, Clark was wondering what the hell he should do. While he had cared for Lana greatly and Lois and him were really close… neither of them had ever been this forward with him. It was awkward and weird and nice and Lana's hand was running up his leg and he really should stop her from doing that-

"Well, well, well… see you are still slumming it, Clark."

Lana and Lois froze. John raised an eyebrow in confusion. Chloe scowled and Bruce remained as stone-faced as ever. Clark slowly turned…

"Aresia," he said quietly, staring at the teenage version of the Amazon warrior that had tried to kill every man on Earth. Even though she was now much younger and wearing, of all things, a white and red cheerleader's uniform, Clark could tell just from the tone of her voice who she was. He remembered the snarly, cocky attitude all too well. There were few people that had made him feel worse than Aresia had with her super virus.

"Of course, I suppose that it is rather noble of you to show the lessers a bit of kindness by gracing them with your presence. Still, don't you get tired of hanging out with little girls… when you could have a real woman?" Aresia leaned over and Clark fought the urge to shudder as she lightly trailed her fingers along the back of his neck.

"Well, if he finds a real woman we'll let you know," Lana stated.

"And what is that suppose to mean, Lang?" Aresia snapped.

"It means that mommy paid for you to have so much work that you could hardly be called 'real'," Lois shot.

"Is this common?" John whispered to Chloe.

"Uh… yeah," Chloe said, staring at him. "A daily occurrence all last year. Where the hell were you?"

"I… normally eat lunch outside."

'That was a lie, Lantern Stewart. When we lie we only hurt ourselves. May I suggest honesty being the best policy?'

"Shut up ring," John muttered.

"Did you say something?" Chloe asked.

"Me? No."

Bruce quietly at his lunch, watching as John tried to backpedal, Chloe prodded, and Clark found himself stuck in a maelstrom of three warring females. He blamed his teenage body for the smile that graced his lips.

Clark, for his part, looked towards the ceiling… and scowled when he saw the mural painted up there that included a smirking Anarchy waving at him. He lowered his head, ready to intervene as Lois looked ready to begin screaming, when a familiar voice called out to them.

"Aresia… I think that's enough."

"Diana?" John whispered in surprise, staring at the Amazon princess… in her red and white cheerleader uniform, a cute pink backpack slung over her shoulder and a lunch tray grasped in her hand. Beside him he could hear Bruce choking as a spoonful of soup went down the wrong pipe.

"Oh look, the princess is here," Lana said sarcastically. "And the joys continue."

Diana seemed taken-aback by Lana's attitude. "I do not know what I did-"

"We're trying to enjoy our lunch here, ok?" Lois snapped. "Can we postpone you belittling and mocking us for this afternoon, princess? That'd be great."

"Belittling?" Diana said in surprise.

Aresia rolled her eyes. "Don't think we'll be forgetting about you little girls." She sneered a bit. "I have a lot more we need to… discuss." Aresia's mood instantly turned to sultry as she glanced at Clark. "Buh-bye, baby." Threading her arm through Diana's, Aresia began to drag the Amazon princess away, not noticing that Diana was silently mouthing 'Help me' to her friends as Aresia instantly began to giggle and begin talking about some TV show she'd seen the night before.

"Well… that wasn't awkward," John deadpanned.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Just Diana and Aresia being their normal charming selves. Seriously, I don't get why both of them act like that… you aren't going to be dating either of them, Clark, despite what their little clique things."

Clark choked and sputtered at that. "Date Diana?" Bruce, off to Clark's right, paused for only a moment, eyes narrowed, before he continued eating.

"That's what the princess and her amazons think," Lana grumbled. "Little bitch, I'd like to…" She trailed off, munching on her pizza while she plotted all the horrible things she'd like to do to the cheerleaders.

Clark, John and Bruce all shared a look. They needed to get with the rest of the team and sort things out… and fast.

~JL~JL~JL~

Author's Notes: First off, for those of you reading who aren't usual fans of mine, the reason I posted this chapter so soon is I like to 'prime the pump' as it were when it comes to stories like this. Get a couple chapters up quick, show you how the story will be, then scale back to a weekly to 10 day release cycle. So don't expect new chapters coming out this quick in the future.

Now, about this chapter. First, let me say that I love seeing alternate realities. I love seeing how people take classic characters and change them around. That's why I was such a huge fan of Man of Steel and the Dark Knight trilogy. Yes, I love continuity as much as the next guy, but I get the appeal of rebooting and putting your take on a character.

For each leaguer, I plan to give their backstories a bit of a tweaking. Its fun, will lead to some laughs, but also help fit the story idea of the League members being stuck as teenagers with parents and responsibilities and chores and secrets. The first major one we saw was Clark. I love the idea of making the Kent household a household of superpowered teens. Clark being the big brother to Kara and Conner is such a nifty, fun thing and I have tons of plans for Supergirl and Superboy to being annoying yet loveable little siblings to Big Brother Clark. I won't discuss Diana and Bruce's changes yet, as I will be exploring those in a few chapters from now.

Now, onto this chapter. One of the things I want to do with the characters is give them some upgrades and balance things out a bit. No offense to Shayera, but she kinda got the short end of the stick. She is the berserker… yet she really isn't the strongest, doesn't have a cool weapon, and doesn't even fly that fast. And her wings mean she can never have fun in public, like Diana does in a few episodes. As such, in this reality her wings have been clipped and replaced with an Nth Metal Harness. The Harness, without spoiling things, is going to be REALLY cool, and Shayera is going to come to love having it… and having the freedom to just walk around without being stared at.

In the show, I don't think they ever covered how John got his ring, so I decided in this reality to give him a backstory that was similar enough to Hal's without involving Hal. Hal, Kyle, and Guy WILL appear, but for now I don't want John connected to them. Also, but having it be that John was selected by the ring instead of Hal picking him out, I could include my idea that Lantern Rings have certain programs, depending on who gets them. The show never had the ring talk and in the comics they are very dry. I like the idea that John's ring is like that little paperclip from Microsoft Word, constantly bugging him and being a mother hen. Again, fits the idea of this being the League as teenagers.

I decided to do a bit of mix and matching when it came to Clark's friends. Lois is based on the Animated version with a bit of 'Lois and Clark' Lois in there. Lana is Animated Lana. Chloe is from SMALLVILLE, because I like the character and have plans for her.