I know you probably all are glaring daggers at me, and I completely understand, but despite the losing interest in the story itself factor, I've been experiencing some tough times lately, with emotions and family. And I've had to direct my attention elsewhere. I'll try to keep updating at reasonable times, but I have no promises.

Thank you for everything you've given me, all my life I've wanted this opportunity, to give my readers a great story, and I'm sorry for the let down I've bestowed, but I promise to not put you last on my list anymore. Thanks for all the cooperation and support; I'm so happy that my story brings you joy. So please enjoy.

PAST

BPOV:

Sarah was quietly resting on the medical bay bed, and I stood approximately five feet away as my brain tried extremely hard to understand the information that had recently been introduced to me. Considering her situation, Sarah had taken her time travel and threat to her mother and herself quite well. But I knew she was hiding her anxiety well. It was a skill I'd perfected early on.

Flash and J'zonn were currently searching for Talia, and every fiber in my being told me to assist them; and yet I doubted even Superman himself could have pulled me from that room. And while I barely understood the connection to the room, to the girl; deep down all I wanted to do was stand by her and never leave her side. The foreign feelings almost caused me to double over, but the soft heart monitoring beep of Sarah's resting form kept me steady. And for the first time in my life… I prayed.

Dear God please help me.

PRESENT:

WPOV:

A plan? He had a plan. Brilliant. Boy Scout had a plan to save the most important girl of our lives… why didn't we just pitch her off a cliff? It certainly would have been a safer idea for her. But considering all my options, Superboy was my best bet. So tucking my ego so far down inside of me and standing up as tall as I could as an attempt to measure myself up, I sucked in a breath and listened.

"I know where we can get another teleporter. But it's going to be risky Will. We're talking life threatening." He explained and gauged my reaction. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not afraid of getting killed. But what I don't understand is why not just go to the league with this information?" I asked him and he shared a look with me.

"Because we contributed to this. We helped her leave… we pushed her to run, and we didn't have a right to do that. It's our responsibility to fix it. I know you want to get her, and I know you're not gullible enough to believe that the league will allow us any part in retrieving her. So I'm telling you I have a plan to get Sarah back, and you have a choice, of whether or not you wish to come with me, or stay behind." Chris stated and the firmness in his voice gave me chills. I'd always measured myself up against Chris… but never truly his entire self. Just the boy in him. Realizing now, he probably had enough strength to reduce me to ruble. It was difficult to imagine a boy my age, my height, my weight probably, would be able to kick me to Australia. And it was even more difficult to know that this kid had more wisdom and knowledge than I ever considered. He was a superhero. And so was Sarah. There was a part of her that I would never fully be a part of. And it killed me to admit that there was a part of her I'd never know fully, but Chris would. They would always share that connection. And for the first time in my life, I realized what she saw in him. Or at least, what she saw in her. How painfully daunting it must be to have that sort of position. To be a symbol, leader, and hero every day of your life. Sarah had more pressure on her than either of us would know. But Chris knew more than me. He understood her in ways that I wouldn't.

"Chris," I began. I had to make some sort of concession to get anything done. "Chris I'm sorry. I know we've never gotten along, and we both know that Sarah is the reason why. I know you love her, probably as much as I do. So I understand exactly how you feel. I may not be as strong as you, or have all the weapons to get to her, but I'm here to help because I love her, and I care about you. So let's get this done. Tell me what I have to do." I began and I didn't miss the shock in his blue eyes. Well, it was necessary. Chris and I were going to have to work together if we wanted to win this one. We were going to have to be a team.

CPOV:

He cares about me?

I never expected that from him. God knew that Will and I were by no means friends. But in that moment, he talked to me like I was his brother. I had a sister, so I knew what it was like to feel like a sibling to someone. But I felt like a brother right then and there. And I swallowed my pride, like I know Will must have and I nodded.

"Let's go get our girl." I stated firmly and he smiled ruefully.

SPOV:

Mom…Mom…Mom…Mom…Safe…Safe…Safe…Please be safe…

My head hurt. Basic and simple. It hurt. Like hell.

Like I really needed anything else to worry about in this moment.

Being in another time was extremely daunting. I didn't like seeing people I knew, and knowing their futures, and not being able to give them information. And I didn't like the extreme differences between their past selves and future selves. My father was nothing like the man I know him to be. He reminded me of the man I met when I was six, angry and calculating. Two qualities I never trusted. When I was six, I was much more willing to be open and honest with people, but time had aged me like no other. I'd seen some pretty terrible things, and that left me with a bit of an attitude toward this line of work.

Chris and I spent a great deal of time talking about the league, and the whole point of it. We'd spent hours researching its history, in order to learn from past mistakes, and to become better leaders. It was interesting to see it in its heyday. Before the flood of families and babies, and younger people joining up. Now it was just the seven leaguers. I had to learn their demeanors fast if I planned on getting anything done in this time; and hopefully find my way home soon. I was counting on the fact that while I had Batman here to help me, there was another Batman looking for me too. And if you ever met Batman, you know the hell that two can unleash.