The next morning, I woke up at six, just because. I carefully slid out of my bed so as not to wake Johnny, and I went to take a shower. After that, I put on a pair of Scooby-Doo boxers and an Animaniacs shirt and headed down to the living room.

Shaking my head as I cleaned up the table from last night's dinner, I couldn't help but smile brightly at the thoughts of last night. He was not the Johnny Storm I read about in the tabloids. It may sound corny, but he was sweet and caring, and everything I needed in person that way. Maybe now the nightmares about Shannon and Jameson will stop, although, I haven't had any since I've been at the Baxter Building. Maybe it was Johnny, it seems like his presence is protecting me from them.

Speaking of the devil, two strong arms wrapped around my waist. "Why are you up so early?" He groaned in my ear.

I shrugged as his head sat upon my shoulder. "I don't know, I just woke up."

"You see, that's when you realize that it's six in the morning, and you fall back asleep."

I laughed and turned my head towards his. "I couldn't get back to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Cause I was thinking of you." He smiled and grazed his lips against mine.

"So what we do now?" Johnny raised his eyebrows suggestively, which only made me laugh more.

It didn't take me longer than a second to think of and say, "Saturday morning cartoons."

His jaw dropped. "I haven't been up for those in years."

"Well if you let me go, I can get the cleanup done faster." I teased him.

He only pouted before he unwrapped his arms from me and headed for the couch. Thirty seconds later, having thrown out the old take-out containers, I joined him. Immediately, he pulled me into his lap and held me tightly. Aw, so protective was he. Johnny grabbed the remote from the coffee table, turned on the television, and started flipping through the channels as he entangled his sweat pant clad legs with my mostly bare ones. He stopped on channel seven, and I laughed to myself when I heard that theme song.

"I wanna be the very best, that no one ever was…To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause." The TV sang as I relaxed against him.

"You know something?" I said about ten minutes into the show.

"What?"

"You and Charmander are so alike." He laughed.

"Well you're like Bulbasaur." I felt a challenge coming on.

"Charmander."

"Bulbasaur."

"Charmander!"

"Bulbasaur!"

"Charmander!!"

"Bulbasaur!!"

And then, an impossibly fast knock was on my door. "Come on in, Wally!" I shouted to the man on the outside.

"How'd you know it was me?" The six foot man with fantastically bright red hair and impossibly green eyes asked with a smile.

Oh, I couldn't help it. "You're the only man I know that can bang that fast."

Wally West tried not to smile. "Are you being scandalous with me, young lady?"

"Yes." I said simply.

"Are those my clothes?" He noticed the shirt and boxers he lent me not too long ago.

"Yes. Anymore questions?"

"Who's this bub?" Wally nodded towards Johnny.

"Johnny Storm."

Wally just shook his head. "Bruce is not gonna like this." He teased in a sing-songy voice.

"Bruce isn't going to find out, Wallace." I threatened.

"Andi, you know him better than I do. And you know that he knows everything."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Wally? I'm trying to enjoy some Saturday morning cartoons."

"GL wants to see you."

"Why?"

Wally's usual coolness evaporated when I asked. "They landed in Central Park about ten minutes ago."

Damn it. "Johnny, you have to go home."

"No! Not until you tell me what's going on."

I got up off of his lap. "I can't explain it to you right now." I waived my hand at him, and he disappeared.

"That's not a very nice way to treat your boyfriend." Wally said in a matter-of-fact way.

"You know as well as I do that I don't have time for him right now."

Wally sighed. "A little word of advice, Andi, you have to balance work and relationships. Otherwise you'll go mad." He let that sink in a moment. "Now get dressed. GL wants you to meet someone before you head off."

I went upstairs, got on some jeans and a t-shirt, and came back down. "Who am I meeting?"

"Someone named Fury. Let's go." I grabbed his hand and teleported us to the Watch Tower, all the while trying to remember where I'd heard it before.

"Nick Fury?" I asked when we reappeared.

"Yes?" I turned and saw a man about Bruce's height. He was buff, black, and had a crazy eyepatch.

"You're Colonel Douchebag?" Everyone in the room (Bruce, J'onn, Wally, John, Diana, Clark, Indigo-1, Carol Ferris, and the Saint Walker) was grinning, well, all except Fury.

"Well, I've never heard that one before. I just wanted you to know that S.H.I.E.L.D will be looking out for you from now on."

"The Strategic Homeland Intervention something and Logistics Division?"

"Enforcement. And how do you know?" He squinted his eyes in suspicion.

I just smirked up at him. "I have a lot of friends. Now, if you excuse me, I have something important to do." I turned from Col. Douchebag and looked at John. "Do you have the rings?"

"Yeah," he opened his palm and the four rings lay in his hand. "Be careful with these, okay kid?"

"Always." I took them from him, and placed them on my hands: Green and Blue on my right hand, and Pink and Indigo on my left.

Immediately, my body began to glow, and my outfit began to change. Most of the body suit was black, wth different sized green sections running across my waist diagonally, and three blue circles on my right arm; the sleeve covered my right arm and hand completely. The top was a low cut pink triangle, which was connected to a purple section which cut off at a slant on the shoulder, then there was a space, a separate triange piece, another space, and a separate slanted bar, leaving most of my left arm exposed. In the middle of the bust, there was a circle. And in the circle, was a symbol that was the combination of the four Corps. In the very middle was the entire logo of the Star Sapphire's, the pink circle was surrounded by the 'donut' shape from the Indigo Tribe, on the top and bottom of that were the bars of the Green Lantern Corps, and the brackets from the Blue Lantern Corps encased it.

I shuddered after the transformation and Bruce was next to me in a second. "You okay?"

"Oh Sister Carrie there's a lot of power in my hands."

"Which is why you have to be careful."

"How do I control it?" I asked John.

"You have to have the will to do what's necessary." He said.

Indigo-1 stepped up. "You need to have compassion."

Then Carol. "You gotta have love, babe."

And the Saint Walker. "You must have hope, young one."

"What if there is no hope?" Might as well play Devil's Advocate.

"Child," The alien knelt down to my level. "You must never lose sight of what we have told you. For if you do, the rings will be useless, and you will fail."

"That's extremely inspiring." I said, my words oozing with sarcasm.

"Gypsy," Bruce took the spot of the Saint Walker. "I may not like this situation that you're in, but I know you have to go through with it. If you're doing this to protect the world, then don't do it; walk away. The world is too much for one person. If you're going to do this, do it for a few people. Like Virgil and Mr. Hawkins."

Bruce was cupping my face, and I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Hayes, I'm gonna do this for you, and only you." And I hugged him tighter than I ever had.

Fury leaned over to Flash and whispered. "Isn't he a little old for her?"

Wally looked at him, and gave him the deadliest of death glares. "He's her brother, dumbfuck." He whispered back.

"Flash," J'onn warned. "Play nice."

"He asked a stupid question." Wally defended himself.

"Even so." And he came over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you ready?"

I pulled away from Bruce and looked up into J'onn's crimson eyes. "Yeah. Let's get this over with."

He nodded, placed his middle finger on my temple and his eyes glowed gold for second. "There, you'll be in constant communication with the Tower."

"Alright y'all," Time to get back to the old Andi. "I'm outtie-five-thousand."

"Hold on," J'onn stopped me. "There's someone here to see you." Out of nowhere, Mr. Hawkins walks in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you how proud of you I am."

"Please don't." I whispered to him.

"Why not? It's takes a lot to do what you are about to do."

"I know, but you're not going to like what sin I'm going to commit." My head fell, but Mr. Hawkins tilted it back up.

"No matter what you do, Andi, I will always be proud of you." He gave me the most stupendous hug I've ever gotten from him. "Virgil wanted me to give you this." He pulled my green face mask from his pocket and put it on me. "Everything is going to be okay, Andi. You've got this, hands down."

I nodded. "I know. I'm gonna make you proud." And I teleported to Central Park.

"Now who's he?" Fury whispered to Flash.

"That's her adopted father. Keep up, Colonel Douchebag."

"Flash." J'onn warned again.

"Sorry."

I appeared in front of the glowing dome which landed in by the Rec Center in North Meadow, Central Park. It was bright white, and I wasn't the only person standing and staring at it. There seemed to be a hundred other people just looking at it. Save someone, I told myself, save anyone.

"You guys have to leave! Everyone has to leave!" I shouted to all the people around me. "Get out! Everyone go!" But no one moved. "Come on, people!" And still, no one moved. They were all too hypnotized by the dome.

It was too late. The dome shot out a large beam of white light up to the sky like a water spout, and when that light came back down and fell upon the spectators, they fell over. Dead. Did I get hit? Yes. But to me, it only felt like water. The moment that the people around the dome were all gone, the light ceased, and the dome disappeared. And I came face to face with the Silver Lantern race.

They were like something straight out of an anime version of Dr Who. They stood about five and a half feet tall, and were basically grey panthers on two legs; human legs. They also had human arms and hands, but their fingers had long and sharp claws at the ends of them. But their face was pure predator. Oh, and they were nude, except for the glowing cat's eye (with a black pupil) in the middle of their chest. Fuck. Me.

"You. The one who is living." The cat in front of me stepped forward. Why did they sound French? "Who are you?"

"The name's Arbora, and what the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded. That's right, show them you're in charge, I coached myself.

"This is our planet now, child. Stand aside."

"You're wrong there. This is our planet, and you can't stay here."

"Who says? You?" Oh that tone, what an asshat.

"Yes. Me. Either leave now, or every one of you will be dead by dawn." I was just about ready to snap this guy's neck.

He smirked like a douchebag-nine-thousand. Yeah, I know. "Go ahead and try."

Okay, this guy was officially on my 'shit list'. "Fine." I reached up, grabbed the top of his head, and twisted it all the way to the right, effectively snapping his neck. One down, fifty-five-hundred to go. "Who's next?"