Have I mentioned how much I love Billy? No? Well I am now.


Fawcett City

January 1, 2016

"Billy! Heads up!" blue eyes shot up and the fifteen year old boy leapt forwards, diving out of the way of a volley of compact snow and scrambling behind a messily built wall of the same white powder. He shivered when the cold seeped through his jeans and pressed his back against the deceivingly hard packed wall, hands already moving to create his own arsenal of snow.

"how many of them are there?" he asked, turning his attention to the girl working on the wall, watching her pack more snow onto the structure. Blonde hair tucked up into a black beanie and one of Billy's own jackets thrown onto her shoulders, cheeks flushed bright red and teeth shining through a grin, Wren Brookes didn't pause in her work when she replied.

"Dunno," she admitted, ducking a snowball aimed at her head, "twelve? Where's Mary and freeboys?*"

"Kit and Freddy had to go home, their dad called, Mary went with them to get hot chocolate for us," he stood up, flinging powder balls across the field of the snow covered park and cheering when it hit its target.

"Crap. Two against twelve. Hey, start digging down would you? Maybe we can dig a trench and tilt the wall a little bit over for extra cover," Wren ordered, stacking more snow on top of the shield while Billy nodded and did as she instructed, using the snow he displaced to add to the mounting pile of ammunition.

"we could use Kit and Freddy right about now huh?" he commented, listening to the children of the opposing side shouting out to each other, high schoolers calling orders to their younger siblings.

"No kidding, Freddy's got one heck of an arm," she grinned, peeking over the barrier and chucking snow balls at the other side, yelping when one struck her in the face and calling foul at the others once she had stopped sputtering half melted water.

Laughing at his friend Billy kept digging, Wren helping him out and the both of them sending out small missiles of snow every few seconds until they were both huddled down under a foot of snow and behind a wall of another two and a half feet.

And then everything went silent.

The other occupants of the park continued their business, couples walked by with Starbucks and parents played with their children nearer the swing sets. But the opposing team had lost all sound.

The two sophomores exchanged looks, both growing slightly nervous when the silence continued. When Billy motioned upwards Wren nodded, shifting to her knees and grimacing when the water soaking into her converse. The friends slowly rose up, about to look over the wall when they found themselves pelted mercilessly with hard and light packed snow balls, both of them shouting and yelling when they were surrounded and attacked by thirteen other teenagers.

Wren lunged, tackling two boys from their schools soccer team into a mound of snow and shoving the frozen sky water into their faces while two other girls threw snow at her and ended up jumping atop her and pinning the blonde girl between them. Billy was treated to the same treatment, finding himself face first in the dead grass and icy mud while middle schoolers and highchoolers alike piled atop the superhero.

Laughter and shouts of complaint, accompanied by shrieks brought on by snow falling between bodies and clothe as the boys and girls attacked each other, teams dissolving and snow flying in a free for all of epic proportions.

At some point Billy managed to grab Wrens hand and pull her away, both teens running as fast as their legs would take them away from the battle field and to the waiting girl standing on the side walk, bundled up in a blue turtle neck and a white scarf, black hair falling to her shoulders and dark eyes shining with laughter as she held out two of the three styrofoam cups to the wet, shivering warriors.

Billy let out a sigh of relief when the warm liquid filled his form, bringing heat to his core and smiling at the two girls. Wren tugged his jacket closer to her and Mary huddled up next to him, all three sharing heat in the 17 degree weather.

"God it's freezing out here," Wren stated, shivering and pressing closer to the black haired boy, Mary nodding in agreement and doing the same.

"No kidding. You guys wanna come over tomorrow? Uncle Dudley said we can camp out in the living room if it's still cold," Billy offered, walking between his friends and exiting the park.

"Sure! We can all hang out, Freddy and Kit could come to and maybe we could all have a sleepover or something?" Mary looked at Wren over Billy's shoulder, asking her opinion on the matter.

"Sounds fun!" she chirped, grinning widely. Billy's apartment might be cramped for all five teenagers, but they had all spent enough time together over the last three years no one really paid attention to being within close quarters with one another anymore.

A sharp beeping caught the attention of all three teenagers and Billy pulled his arm away from Wren while Mary released his other limb, both girl stepping back and together when the boy pulled out his phone, flipping it open and answering with a curious 'hello?'. A few nods and a discreet 'where?' were all that he said before hanging up and shoving the electronic into his pocket and turning to give the two girls an apologetic smile.

"Sorry but I've got to go." He started walking backwards, distancing himself from the young women.

"Your boss?" Wren asked, though she already knew the answer, glancing towards the setting sun.

Billy nodded and Mary shook her head and tugged at Wrens arm, both girls bidding Billy farewell before walking away and leaving Billy to run off and find a place to transform before flying away.


Warm air hit her face and stung her fingers when Wren stepped into the town house, calling a final farewell to Mary before shoving the door shut and pulling her shoes off, shedding her friends coat and hanging it from the old wooden hall tree and peeling off her soaking wet jeans and formerly fluffy socks.

The young woman jogged up the stairs, chucking the wet material into a laundry basket and pulling on a pair of fleece pajama bottoms, exchanging her frigid t-shirt for a thick lined hoodie.

"Wren, that you?" a voice called from down the hall, familiar and feminine.

"yeah, it's me Iz!" she called back, shoving her hands into her pocket of her hoodie and walking down the short hallway to peak into the older girls office, smiling at the mess of papers and odd trinkets that had been scattered about the room.

"I'm going out tonight," Isabelle stated, spinning around in her large leather chair for the hell of it and smiling at the younger woman, waves of chocolate cascading down her shoulders.

"'Kay. Mary, Kit, Freddy, and I are going to spend the day at Billy's tomorrow, provided his boss doesn't call. We might end up sleeping over too," Wren explained, pushing a hand through her short, pale lock, letting them fall back to the seams of her hood.

"Take a toothbrush," the older girl advised before turning back to her laptop and starting to type once more.

"You writing a new book?"

"yep, need to find an English to Atlantean dictionary though. Maybe I should just take a class and learn the language…" the older girl glared at the illuminated screen, light slanting through the semi closed blinds shining across her dark hair in the low light.

"Add one more to the twenty something you already know?" the younger girl arched a brow, leaning casually against the door frame.

"Sure, make it an even twenty eight. I've got time." Her fingers started moving, tapping at the key pad slowly before catching a more steady flow. Wren sighed, recognizing the signs that her sister was falling back into her 'writing state'.

"If you need me, give a shout Iz" she said, turning and heading for the stairs.

The wood thumped under her bare feet as Wren skipped down the stairs walking into the kitchen and pulling out a mug, pouring milk into it and placing the ceramic into the microwave before letting it heat. The girl started humming quietly to herself, an upbeat tune from centuries past. Dancing around slightly she pulled out a packet of chocolate, mouthing the lyrics, all of them French, before spinning around in the small areas and stopping just in time to pull out the mug and poor in the powder, mixing them when.

That done she walked into the living room, tile turning to cream carpet and her butt finding a place in the deep cushions of the couch, flicking the TV on. A frown marred her features when the familiar, angry British man started yelling at her to wake up, shouting about aliens and how the league was in league with them.

"It's a damn good thing he doesn't know what else is out there," Wren mumbled, glancing at a side table picture of her other sister, the current CEO of the television station that broadcast Godfrey's news. If he ever found out one of his bosses, if that was what she counted as, was anything but human, he would pitch a fit.

Yipping brought the immortal out of her musings and drew her attention to the small black and white face of a puppy, a recent birthday gift from Billy. The newest addition to her family, a six week out miniature Australian shepherd. Jean barked at his owned, wining loudly and leaping up onto the couch next to her, crawling across her and demanding attention. Which she gave, ignoring the ranting of the man on screen.

"Humans are weird, huh Krory?" she smiled, wiggling her fingers before the pups mouth and giggling lightly when he chewed on the tips of them.

"You really think so?" a voice asked, high pitched and familiar. But no matter how familiar it was Wren's first instinct was to chuck her hot chocolate at who ever had snuck into her house and spoken directly out of her line of sight.

This was exactly what she did, only to have the cup shatter and the liquid splash on impact with a shield of crimson energy.

"Is that anyway to treat a guest?" the owner of the voice asked, pouting in mock offense and stroking the back of the tabby in his arms.

"oh my god," Wren groaned, slumping back into the arm of seat while the little dog went into a barking frenzy and hid under the couch, still shy of new comers and terrified of the magic user.

"Yes, something I can do?" The lord of chaos asked, pout morphing into a grin.

"Knock next time maybe?" she grumbled, glaring at him when he took an uninvited seat in the rocking chair, Teakle in his lap.

"Hmmm, no!" he grinned wider, giving the joker a run for his money.

Wren sighed.

"Well then, mister god father is your daughter getting married or is this just business? Unless you've come to visit for pleasure? It's been a few decades since you've taken time to just hang out with us lowly earth planed being."

"Two out of three. Wroena, how do you feel about sidekicks?"


*According to the YJ wiki Mary Bromfield, along with Kit and Freddy Freeman are former members of the team with Mary and Freddy (who was crippled by Captain Nazi) both given small portions of Captain Marvels powers, there's by becoming sergeant marvel and captain marvel jr. respectively. Kit was Kid Eternity in the Marvel comics, and summoned the souls of the dead.