Young Justice Universe.

Onboard the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn.

[March 24th, 2010-10:00 AM]

It was two days since the first successful offensive against the scum and villainy of the D.C. Universe by U.N.S.C. forces and now Commander Miranda Keyes called for a meeting with her troops to discuss their options.

"Okay. We know that we're stuck and we do not know for how long." Miranda sighed and she knows that even though she didn't say it, the crew could be stuck here forever."I'm willing to hear any suggestions you may have."

Romeo raised his hand.

"Yes, Corporal Agu?"

Everyone stared at the Sharpshooter Specialist since usually, he doesn't have any ideas.

"May I suggest that we have a forward operating base on Earth?...I mean that the longer we stay up here, the more likely we could be discovered by the League or the Green Lantern Corps."

"You make a good point Romeo." Buck butted in. "But do you have any ideas of where we can go or how we can get back to the Ark quickly if the need arises?"

This time, Guilty Spark spoke up. "I can help Reclaimers! My makers invented a device that can instantly teleport anything, anywhere!" The Forerunner construct excitedly explained.

"That takes care of one thing. But we still need supplies and a base." Cortana pointed out from the holoterminal in the center of the table.

"I believe I know the perfect place." Nathan declared. "Cortana? Could you please bring up a map of this reality's United States of America?"

The U.N.S.C. Artificial Intelligence 'pulled out' a map and placed it on a nearby presentation screen.

"And can you please zoom on to Indiana and the surrounding states?"

"Any reasons why you are choosing this location, Sergeant?" Chief finally asked after being silent for the entire meeting. The Spartan preferred to analyze information and ask questions when only necessary.

"Well, there are a few reasons why we should consider this location other than the fact I'm a Hoosier."The Raider grinned. "First of all, the nickname for Indiana is the 'Crossroads of America'. Second, Indiana is largely rural and not many people around the world - and the colonies back home of course- know about this state... Third, despite being largely forgotten, Indiana hosts the Indianapolis 500, is home to the headquarters for the National College Athletics Association, and quite a few internationally recognized businesses like Eli Lilly's Pharmaceuticals and Cummins-A company that specializes in vehicle engines..." He points to a location on the map. "Then you have the Naval Surface Warfare Center in Crane, Indiana and it is located close enough to Chicago, New York City, and Boston if we need to fight Villians in those areas. The final reason is that I never heard of any superheroes that base themselves in the state at all."

"Wow..."Johnson stated, his cigar dropped to the floor.

"I never thought I would see the day when a country boy is capable of speaking like a professor from a major university." Gretchen piped in.

"Don't forget he made the Sergeant Major speechless." Dutch added.

"Any thoughts on Meyer's proposal?" The Commander inquired.

Cortana hummed and 'paced' for a few seconds before adding her two cents. "It could work...We can easily hide the Dawn in a rural area like Elkhart County up north near Michigan. But we're also going to need to create false biographies and does anyone-except for Meyer of course-have any agricultural experience?"

This time it was Major Farrington. The Englishwoman coughed into her hand and spoke up. "I grew up around horses. I am not sure how much assistance I can provide, but I guess that some is better than none, yes?"

"It's settled then." Miranda declared as she rose from her seat."By the end of the week, we heading to Indiana to better conduct our operations. The Ark will be our main staging area for repairing the Dawn and conducting expeditions in space. You are dismissed."

Everyone, with two exceptions, left the conference room. Nathan noticed that Liz wanted to talk to him in private.

"That was quite the speech Nate." She complimented.

"Why thank you angel." Meyer knows that there's more to this conversation than meets the eye and sure enough, the blonde sighed.

"Nathaniel, I know we been through a lot together over the years, but something is telling me that we're in uncharted territory. Please be careful."

Meyer saw the fretful look and pulled her into a hug. "You know I will."

"I know."She tearfully replied. "It's just that I'm afraid that I'll lose you."

Nate allowed her to weep in his chest as the Marine slowly rubbed her back.


Young Justice Universe.

Neilson's Realtors. Marksville, Harrison Township, Elkhart County, Indiana, United States of America.

[April 3rd, 2010-1:32 PM]

Kennedy Neilson could not believe the offer she was granted by the couple. In front of her is a clean shaved, handsome ash-blond man wearing jeans, dark brown Chippewa boots, and a light blue Dickies shirt. The attractive golden-haired woman next to him is wearing ankle high heels and a black dress with a red leather jacket to complete the outfit. She also had a noticeable English accent.

"Twenty four million?" The experienced realtor asked. That was double the amount for the eight hundred and sixty two acre farm Kennedy had been attempting to sell for months with no luck and now here is an opportunity too good to pass up that arrived at her doorstep.

"I know that's more than what you're asking Miss Neilson." Nate answered. "But Liz wanted to have enough room so she could enjoy riding her horses."

Kennedy regained her composure. "I see Mister Meyer...If you don't mind me asking but how did you and Elizabeth meet each other? You're such a lovely couple."

"In all honesty ma'am, I met Liz just a month after Ramadi in 2006. I just finished training and was sent to Iraq to combat insurgents. She was a Second Lieutenant in a supply company at the local Royal Army base."

"Were you in the Army?" The real estate agent asked.

"Marine Corps actually. Echo Company, Fourth Military Police Battalion."

"I see, but how can you afford this?"

"One of my besties grandmothers left me an inheritance." Liz explained. It wasn't entirely untrue since she knows a few people that fit in that category. It just that in actuality, the UNSC crew borrowed some funds from...individuals who didn't need them after a visit from Law Enforcement.

"So you must know the Queen?"

'Ah Great.' Nate thought. 'Just our luck. We're talking to a crazed anglophile.'

"I honestly don't know her personally..."

"But I thought you have an estate like 'Downton Abbey', hunt foxes, and drink tea."

"With all due respect Miss Neilson, but I'm not a bloody aristocrat. My father is a lawyer and my mother is a surgeon. I grew up in a cottage in an upper middle class family and even though I have friends that could be regarded as being in the gentry or aristocracy, I had a rather normal upbringing."

"Sorry Miss Neilson, but Liz just doesn't want to be confused for something she isn't."

"No need to apologize. I perfectly understand."

"Anything else?" Farrington asked politely, her slight annoyance had disappeared.

"No...I just need to process the paperwork and by the end of the week, the property is yours."

The couple rose from their seats and Nate shook Kennedy's hand.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you Miss Neilson." Meyer smiled before he and his significant other walked out the door.

Neilson watched her clients leave and she smacked herself in the head.

"I wonder if she likes toffee..." Kennedy muttered. "Maybe I should have offered. Oh well."


Young Justice Universe.

Gotham City. The Bat Cave.

[April 3rd, 2010-1:32 PM]

The Caped Crusader studied the security footage he had acquired from the Paul Brown Stadium. The Detective was right in his theory and the 'meteor shower' was just too coincidental. Wayne watched as FBI agents attempt to raise one of the 'meteors' onto a forklift, but they disintegrated.

The Dark Knight had watched the entire event from beginning to end- from Nygma's speech to the government's latest coverup-And Batman now know that there are new players in town.

Zooming in, Bruce saw a distinct logo similar to the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor of the United States Marine Corps, but have the letters U.N.S.C. below it.

'Why the sudden interest from the United Nations Security Council?' The so-called playboy pondered. 'Why would the UN have a black operations unit when they don't even have a military?'

The question bothered him and Bruce listened in as one of the black armored individuals in a feminine voice ordered the Riddler to stand down.

'Interesting. I know she's English, but I'm not familiar with the dialect. Maybe Alfred can help.'

As if right on cue, the faithful butler of the Wayne family and former MI6 field operative arrived. "Master Bruce? I thought you may like a club sandwich."

"Thank you Alfred."

"Would you require anything else, sir?" The Englishman questioned after setting the tray down.

"There is one thing." Bruce rewinds the footage on the Batcomputer. "Is it possible you could tell me the dialect?" He asks as he pushed play.

The Butler listened carefully to the accent. "It appears sir that the individual is from somewhere around the North, perhaps Leeds, Newcastle, or Manchester but it also sounds like she moved to a rural area when she was young. I wager she comes from an upper middle class background and enjoys Equestrian activities."

"Horseback riding?"

"Indeed Master Bruce. She's neither from the aristocracy nor the gentry I assure you...Although it may be possible she went to school with individuals from such a background."

"Manchester? Isn't that the place with the famed Football Club?"

Alfred smirked. "At least this time you got it right...And yes, there are two teams: Manchester United and Manchester City. United is more popular, but City has a huge following in the Stockport suburb...Anything else?"

"Nothing as of this moment Alfred."

"Then I shall take my leave, sir." The Butler declared before leaving.

Bruce, on the other hand, began searching for information about Manchester and English horseback riding but most of it was irrelevant junk. Half of it was about the soccer teams with the occasional weather report and the other half was about the aristocracy created by crazed anglophiles who call themselves 'experts'.

'It's going to be a long night.' The billionaire massaged his temples as an advertisement for a teacup with the face of the current monarch Queen Elizabeth II appeared.


Young Justice Universe.

Meyer's Farm. Marksville, Indiana.

[April 10th, 2010-9:00 AM]

Avery couldn't but to enjoy the countryside. If anyone asked the Chicago native three years ago if he would settle down in a rural area instead of the Windy City, the African-American would take his cigar out of his mouth, put the burning end up their ass, and then finally shoot 'em in the kneecap with a 14.5X114mm SRS99D-S2 AM Sniper Rifle for good measure. But today, the UNSC Marine smiled and smelled the soybeans.

"The Major and Meyer sure did pick a nice place."

"I wasn't surprised in the slightest Johnson." Miranda grinned. "They're like two peas in a pod."

The eight hundred and sixty two acre farm have an orchard, a small vegetable garden, a greenhouse for growing crops in the winter, livestock, a lake, a pasture for horseback riding, and twenty acres of wilderness. The majority of the crop though is corn and soybeans and the farm specializes in dairy cows, beef cattle, and hogs for the market, but that doesn't mean that other animals are not included.

Speaking of which...

"Johnson? Did you remember to get the eggs?"

"I sure did ma'am. They're right here."The chain smoker proceeds to show her the basket.

"Good. Now let's go check on Chief and Cortana. We know how those two enjoy searching for trouble."

The rest of the crew live in a suburb five miles away from the farm since unlike Nathan and Elizabeth, the others didn't see themselves as capable of farming. It doesn't mean that they refuse to assist their two comrades, which they did occasionally. Rather it simply wasn't their lifestyle and it was hopefully temporarily until they get back home to their reality.


Young Justice Universe.

Meyer's Farm. Marksville, Indiana.

[April 10th, 2010-10:00 AM]

"Is this blindfold really necessary?" Liz questioned as Nate led his finacee to her surprise waiting in the barn.

"It'll be worth it babe."

"It better!"

Meyer chuckled at her antics and removed the cloth covering her eyes. Load and behold were six horses...One of them was a bonus since Nate didn't expect one of the Mares to give birth to a foal last night after putting them in their stalls. In fact, the Hoosier barely got any sleep since he worked on the surprise, including the unexpected one.

"Are those...?"

"American Saddlebreds." The Marine smiled at her expression.

The horse next to them snorted from her stall and Nate rubbed its nose in a gentle manner. Liz stared at him in disbelief as the American patted the Saddlebred and gave it a carrot from his pocket.

"I never knew that you're interested in horses."

"Well, to be fair Liz, I didn't know how to tell you since I'm a guy." The farmboy shrugged. "But anyways, I hope you liked the surprise."

"I...I do not know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything at all Lizzie. I love you."

The blonde grabbed him and pulled the man in for a passion-fueled kiss before letting him go.

"I love you too Nathaniel."


Young Justice Universe.

Headquarters for the Light.

[April 10th, 2010-10:00 AM]

Vandal Savage, The Brain, Queen Bee, and the other main leaders of the Light ponder on the latest update in the news of what happened a few weeks ago.

"...the United Nations is still denying any involvement in the incident that occurred in Cincinnati. From what we do know is that five 'escape pods' landed in the center of Paul Brown Stadium and five black armored individuals with advanced military hardware took down the Riddler and his gang. The Pentagon is also denying that any of their troops partook in this 'operation' if you will along with the British Ministry of Defense..."

The immortal caveman paused the footage and coughed. "We now know that there are new players and as such, we must remain vigilant."

"Who cares!" The Witch Boy shouted. "They're just probably some mercenaries the Government hired and had them 'clean up the mess'."

"You are wrong monsieur." The French accented organ spoke up. "No private security company nor any government on Earth has access to their equipment...Besides, the English do not have women in their special forces except for the Special Reconnaissance Regiment."

"And how likely is she a member?" The Demon questioned, watching the footage again, and marveling at the unknown soldiers 'skills' in action.

"Unlikely. I conducted research and she had to be trained by either the Special Air Service or Special Boat Service. Her ruthlessness is too precise for an ordinary grunt and reconnaissance units prefer to not engage at all...The only theory I have is that she is a field operative for MI6, but that doesn't explain the equipment and armor."

"And that technology." Lex purred. "Is theoretical but impossible to replicate. My scientists have been working on personal shields for years and we have yet to manufacture even a working prototype."

Queen Bee was listening intently to the conversation and added her two cents. "Perhaps they're connected to the Justice League?"

"Also improbable." The Brain responded instantly as if he was prepared for the exact question."The League would never allow their members to utilize guns to kill others and these soldiers, if you will, would have shot Nygma dead if they wanted."

"And why didn't they?" Ocean Master demanded.

"Because they're sending us a message." Vandal smiled before slamming his fists onto the table. "They use these pods in broad daylight to attack our patsy and attack they did...The League prefers to travel by tubes and not these pods. I for one believe they're not affiliated with the heroes."

The others watch as Savage templed his fingers. "These upstarts are going to see the Light."


Young Justice Universe.

Johnson residence. Marksville, Indiana.

[April 10th, 2010- 11:30 AM]

To most residents of Oakwood Roads in Marksville, Indiana, Johnathan Fisher was an average guy albeit taller and paler, but 'Johnathan Fisher' is, in reality, a man from both an alternate and futuristic universe.

The 'savior of humanity' was currently living with Johnson and the Commander. His immediate next-door neighbors are the remaining crewmembers of the Dawn except for Sergeant Meyer and Major Farrington who are maintaining a farm five miles outside the suburb.

The Spartan is currently employed at a local mechanic shop five days a week tuning up vehicles for their owners and fitted on tires.

But what Chief really wanted was action.

To him, this Earth doesn't make sense at all. These superheroes fight madmen trying to create chaos and the criminals get locked away only for them to escape and repeat the process all over again.

If the Joker, in particular, existed back home, the 'Clown Prince of Crime' would have been shot in the courtroom as a trial was a waste of time, but here the situation was different.

'At least the Commander is doing something about it.'

As if on cue...

"Guess who's home Chief!"

"Good afternoon Johnson. Com...Miranda." The supersoldier has to fight the urge to salute. Old habits die hard and Mendez wanted it that way.

"Since Elizabeth and Nathan now have their farm, I thought we could have some brunch."

John's eyebrows arched up at hearing the strange word. "Brunch?"

"Whoa John!"Avery grinned. "You got a lot to learn about the miracle of sausage and gravy at 12:00."


Young Justice Universe.

G. Gordon Godfrey

[April 10th, 2010-5:30 PM]

"The League is at it again!... I believe you all heard about the incident in Cincinnati and I for one think that the Justice League are hiding something." Godfrey shouted in frustration."The heroes have their own black ops unit to do their dirty work for them!"

The television host is thinking that the League is up to something, and by God, they usually are after stirring up enough mayhem already!

"Now what else are your heroes hiding?" Godfrey sneered. "I would demand some answers!"


Young Justice Universe.

The Allen residence. Central City, Missouri.

[April 10th, 2010- 5:40 PM]

"Can you believe this guy!?" The Flash moaned as he watched G. Gordon Godfrey in his latest crusade against the League.

"I know Barry." Iris calmly replied. "Just realize that not every reporter is after the League in a negative way."

"I know." He grinned. "I married one after all."

But the television interrupted the couple's moment with a major news bulletin.

"I'll be back in a 'Flash'!"

Iris sighed as her heroic husband saves the day yet again with his annoying catchphrase.


Young Justice Universe.

Kroger. Marksville, Indiana.

[April 10th, 2010- 5:40 PM]

"Look mommy! It's Nathan Fillion!"

"Not again..." Buck groaned as yet another fan of Firefly, Castle, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer came up to greet him. This time it's at Kroger of all places! Kroger!

Veronica, on the other hand, was amused at all the attention Edward is receiving. Sure, the ONI operative was jealous, but she's also amused.

Dare watched as the Helljumper decided that for just once a five year old girl could have a picture taken with her favorite actor. The Gunnery Sergeant pat her on the head and gave her some advice.

"Well, Sarah, be sure to listen to your mother, eat your vegetables, and look both ways when crossing the street."

"Sorry about that Mister Buck, but Sarah is really interested in Castle."

"It's okay ma'am. I perfectly understand and I get mistaken for him so often that I just want to move to an isolated cabin in Alaska."

"Well, hopefully you won't need to take such a desperate measure. Take care."

Buck couldn't help but snort in amusement at what the woman said before she left.

"So Mister Fillion?..."The blonde smirked. "When are you going to take me to a fancy dinner?"

The Gunny's day went from bad to worse.


I would like to thank SmokeTinyTom and his girlfriend for helping me create a more accurate profile for Liz. From this point forward, she is now Upper Middle Class and not an aristocrat.

They didn't have to offer their help, but they did and I am truly grateful for their assistance.

*Please now disregard any previous portrayal of her original background in AFAF because I'll be changing it to fit the new, more realistic one.*

And yes, I did base Batman's frustration with his research on my own experience!

Speaking of which, it seems that Batman has finally caught the red herring. To be fair, he didn't know that UNSC stands for 'United Nations Space Command' since the crew hasn't revealed their organization's name nor does the 21st Century United Nations have such an organization.

The closest real life match to the acronym is the current United Nations Security Council and it is not entirely unreasonable for 'The World's Greatest Detective' to make that assumption. Everyone makes mistakes after all and even Einstein did, but the Caped Crusader will realize it soon enough.

I also want to thank edboy4926 for PMing me some ideas that are interesting and you may see a few of them in some chapters.

I want to thank BraveSeeker3 for helping me when I was stuck on a chapter.

Finally, I want to remind readers that this story and AFAF that they are AUs in which the URNA is a confederation between Canada, Mexico, and the United States of America. No offense, but I thought I made that clear?

Oh well, but I don't want to get into a debate in Halo lore about the URNA when the two stories are AUs.

And finally, I can't believe that my grandparent's ranch came in handy for one of my stories!

P.S. At the time of this story (2010), many frontline combat units in both the United States and the United Kingdom were closed off to women until 2017 so please be understanding.