Disclaimer: Justice League Unlimited owned by Warner Brothers/DC. Aberrant, owned by Onyx Publishing (not sure if White Wolf still owns anything to it anymore), and Incredibles (although only one character from there is in this fic) is owned by Pixar/Brad Bird.

Author's Notes: Another edit/revision/repost chapter because...damn, there were a lot of typos in this chapter.

SPOILER ALERT: (For some of you)

And for those of you who have not read "D&I" (or, understandably, don't want to read a loooong story), I will tell you right now that Jay Robertson is Jack Parr from my fic. However, when he got blasted through the portal and into the JLU's world, he ended up seventy years in their past.

END OF SPOILER


Memorial Hill Cemetery

Coast City, California

Though she wasn't there in any official capacity as a representative from Themyscira or the Justice League, Diana was certain that some people recognized her despite the fact that she was wearing normal clothes. Even though she was wearing a dark blue skirt, a blouse, and an overcoat, she knew that her appearance was unmistakable, especially to some of the government officials attending the funeral at Memorial Hill Cemetery in Coast City.

"And so, we bid farewell, to Steve Trevor," the minister continued. "A good man, soldier, friend, and father. He may be gone, but never forgotten, and his soul lives on in each and every one of us that knew him."

Diana tried not to focus on the words so much as she was focusing on the young man seemingly in his early twenties who stood there as a lone soldier performed "Taps" on a trumpet while seven other soldiers fired three shots each for the ceremonial twenty-one gun salute. She watched as two other soldiers carefully folded the American flag that had been draped across the coffin before handing it to Jay Robertson. Jay nodded at the Marine who handed him the now folded flag before bowing his head while the minister offered one final prayer. Even Diana had a hard time holding back tears as she watched the coffin being slowly lowered into the ground.

"A good ceremony," someone next to her said. "I have to hand it to these mortals, they certainly know how to give their honorable warriors a good send-off." Diana turned her head and saw a blond haired main with short cropped hair standing there wearing an expensive overcoat. "Ares," she hissed, "you shouldn't be here."

"Careful, Princess," the Greek god of war chided. "Don't make a scene. Besides, I'm only here to talk."

Somehow I find that hard to believe, Diana thought. She barely managed to stifle the growl at the base of her throat when Ares, in gentlemanly fashion, offered her his arm.

"Walk with me, Diana," he said softly, though there was no warmth in his voice when he spoke, "We have many things to discuss."

Reluctantly, but not wanting to cause a scene, Diana took his arm. "Why are you here, Ares?" she asked quietly as she walked along with the rest of the procession as they paid their last respects to the now lowered coffin.

Ares didn't answer right away; instead, he went along with the others. Diana took a moment to drop a single white rose on the coffin, but was surprised when Ares reached into his own coat and pulled out a dagger that would have been carried by a soldier from ancient Greece or Rome. He gently tossed the dagger into the grave, where it came to rest alongside Diana's rose.

"A true warrior should never go into the unknown unarmed," Ares said in response to the questioning look Diana gave him. And, for a moment, Diana saw something else other than cold and driven purpose on the face of the god of war. "And your friend truly was a warrior, Diana. He made his ancestors proud and I will always remember his accomplishments in his battles."

The two continued through the cemetery, breaking away from the main group and walking among the graves of various other soldiers who were buried in this cemetery. "I am a monster, Princess Diana," Ares said as Diana removed her arm from his. "I have to be, being the embodiment of war and everything that it is made of. Though, I have to admit, the mortals have been doing quite nicely on their own without too much prodding from me. Oh, I might have to nudge someone here and there once in awhile, but that's for shits and grins."

"Like unleashing the Annihilator on them?" Diana snapped.

"Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time." Ares grinned sheepishly. "Wasn't too thrilled about some idiot mortal using it to trash Tartarus and bring about the end of the world."

"Isn't that what you want?"

Ares shook his head and chuckled. "No, of course not. Yes, I want mass destruction and bloodshed, but I can't have it constantly if I end up wiping out the entire planet." Then he let out a sigh. "Sadly, as I said before, these mortals are doing a pretty good job on their own. There is a group of humans in particular that have gotten even Zeus rattled, especially in regards to recent events. You've probably heard of them...a certain little group calling themselves CADMUS."

Diana felt her breath catch in her throat. If Ares and the other gods were worried about CADMUS, then recent events more dire than even she or other members of the League suspected. "What do you know?" she finally asked.

"I can't tell you everything, Diana, you know that. But I can tell you that those foolish mortals have gone places they shouldn't have gone, brought back things that didn't belong to them, and it has shaken this plane of existence to its core...its past, present, and future...all of it is in jeopardy because of some paranoid and power hungry mortals want to play with gods." Ares held up a hand and a glowing sphere of energy appeared over his palm, hovering there and displaying images of three individuals that Diana recognized. "You know of those three," Ares continued, "one with the power of Hermes and the others who are like Achilles and Hercules."

"The young woman is known as Zoe, and she's a guest at the Watchtower," Diana said. "The other two are currently detained at a high security facility."

Ares smirked at her. "Really?" he asked. "Somehow I doubt they'll be there very long, but they will be the least of your worries."

Diana's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you trying to tell me, Ares?"

"They have something, Diana, something that will make Pandora's box look like a child's play toy if they unleash it."

"What do they have?"

"No so much of a 'what', Princess, it's more about 'who' they have. And if they succeed in pushing him to the breaking point..." The god of war shrugged. "Well, I suppose, if there is a world left when he's done, it could be like the good old days. Unfortunately, I have kind of grown fond of this current age, it took thousands of years for Italy to come up with a decent cappuccino, it would be a pity to see it get wiped out."

"It won't happen," Diana said, looking the god straight in the eye. "We won't let it happen."

"Brave words, Princess," Ares chuckled. "But I don't think you realize how outclassed you and your little band of heroes really are." He then looked past Diana. "Speaking of which...here comes yet another recently revealed piece on the board."

Diana followed his gaze and turned to see Jay Robertson approaching. "What do you mean by that?" she asked as she turned back to reface Ares only to find him gone. "And, of course," she muttered under her breath, "you would take that moment to vanish."

"Diana," Jay said in greeting as he reached where she was standing. "Thank you for coming." He offered his hand to her, and she shook it for a moment before pulling him into a brief hug.

"It was an honor," she said.

Jay nodded and glanced around for a moment. "I thought I saw you here with someone, a friend of yours?"

"Not exactly," Diana replied. "A representative from Greece." It wasn't exactly a lie, but Diana could imagine Bruce smirking at her hastily made comment. "He paid his respects, but had other matters to attend to and couldn't stay long."

The young man nodded, accepting her comment at face value. "Well, we're having a small gathering at the house," he said, giving her a tiny smile. "You're welcome to attend, if you wish. You might even run into a couple old friends."

"I would love to," she said. "But I need to check in with the League first."

"Understandable, I'll see you there then." He turned to walk away, but stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Um, not to bring up a touchy subject, but have you read the journal yet?"

Diana shook her head. "Sadly, no," she replied. "There was an emergency at Themyscira that had to be dealt with and we've had to host a very unusual guest."

"Oh?" Jay's smile grew bigger. "Let me guess, some crazy alien acting like a college kid on spring break?"

Diana couldn't help laughing at that. "No," she said. "Just a visitor from another dimension. She's a speedster like Flash, drinks a lot of coffee, and has managed to drive some members up a wall. We've agreed to let her have access to Earth, but not without a chaperone or two."

"Does this little terror have a name?" Jay asked.

"You can't miss her," Diana said as she started to follow Jay down the hillside and towards the waiting vehicles. "A young woman with pink hair named Zoe. Flash and Supergirl have been assigned to her."

Jay suddenly stopped in his tracks and whirled around so fast that Diana almost ran into him. "What...did you say?" he asked, a shocked look on his face which started to lose some color.

"Jay, are you alright?" Diana asked.

"Zoe," Jay said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Pink hair, a speedster, and you said she was from another dimension?"

"Yes."

"Did she have a surname? Was it...Kilmarten?"

"Yes," Diana said, then watched as the young man leaned on a nearby tombstone before dropping down to one knee. "Jay, are you alright?"

"How long?" he asked.

"What?"

"How long has she been here?"

"Less than a week," Diana replied. "What's wrong?"

"Less than a week," the young man repeated, looking up at her. Then he began to chuckle softly before looking up in the heavens. "Oh, you really know how to mess with me, don't you?" he said.

"Sorry...what?"

Jay shook his head as he stood back up. "Oh, it's not you, Diana," he said. "It's the universe I'm really pissed off at right now." He reached up and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen carefully to me, Diana. You really need to read that journal. Bring it with you to the house, we have a lot to talk about."

"Fine," Diana said as the young man started to walk away again. "But can you please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Jay turned to look at her again, and Diana could see his eyes glowing slightly. "I'm not entirely sure, Princess," he said, "but if that young woman you have in your custody is who I think she is, then there might be a chance."

"A chance?" Diana asked. "A chance for what?"

The glow faded from the young man's eyes. When he spoke, there was a slight tremble in his voice. "Home," he said softly. "A chance to finally go home..."