"I think we both know how the story is supposed to end"

Carter visited Shayera the most. Following him was J'onn then Wally. She refused to see John. When she wanted to talk, she would go to him. She was tired of him coming to her and forcing her to talk. With Carter they talk about anything. They talked about flying, the dates they shared, and sometimes destiny. "You and John are meant to be. I know this, he knows this, and you know this. You saw a past life and a future. It's meant to be." Shayera looked at him sadly.

"He doesn't want to be destiny's puppet. He wants to make his own choices." He took one of her hands into both of his.

"What about your choices? He can't pick for you."

Shayera was in the med bay for almost 3 weeks before J'onn let her walk around and go to her room. Her side and wings still hurt. Carter helped her limp to her room, once they got in there; they saw that the room was dust free. On her bed was a note.

'Shayera, your room is clean. I didn't want you to have a sneezing fit once you got to the only place where you are comfortable. Whenever you're ready, we can talk. I'll wait for as long as it takes. -John'

"Well that was nice of him." commented Carter.

Shayera just put the note on her desk and collapsed on her right side on her bed. "I'll leave you to sleep." Carter bent over to give a quick friendly kiss on Shayera's head. As his lips touch her forehead her door opened. Shayera's eyes popped open to see John standing confused.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I went to see you in the med bay, but you weren't there so I came here. What the hell is going on?" Hawkman moved away from Shayera.

"I was giving her a get well kiss. I was just about to leave her so she could get some sleep." By now Shayera had sat up on her bed.

"Both of you can go. I'll be fine by myself. Alone." The two men looked at her. John's look was one of a jealous boy and Carter's was one of a caring friend.

"Ok. We'll leave. But if you need to talk you can find me at the museum." Carter then left the room. John watched him closely until he was out of view.

"So what, you want me to leave too?" He asked.

"Yes. I want to sleep. I'm my bed, where I haven't been in ages. When we talk, I'll find you. Good night John." He scoffed but said nothing. Soon he left as well. Once he reached her door, he stopped

"I love you Shayera. I'm glad you're ok." He said, barely above a whisper. After he left, Shayera was left alone in silence. It was strange. She was used to having Hawkman beside her as she fell asleep. It was only for a short time, but it was a pattern. It wasn't a jumbled mess like her emotions were now like. It was like a schedule, dependable. But she was back in her room. Her comfort zone. Getting underneath her soft blankets, she set herself on her right side and drifted off into the sweet dark abyss of sleep. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but feel that big things were going to happen. She couldn't tell if they were going to be good or bad.