A/N: Please read and review!

"Jon," Dick told him. "I'm so sorry. . ." He would have noticed that he began to like the strange girl from New Mexico. Dick was definitely trained by Batman.

Jonathon never really left her side since he brought her. He shared in the bedside vigil with her strange family. Apparently it was an Asgardian tradition for the family to do a vigil for the fallen family member. The whole time, he heard the weak heartbeat that became stronger with each peal of thunder. Each flash of lightning showed that her skin was getting more color.

"Yeah. . ." he said. "Yeah. . ."

An older woman with red hair and in a simple dark green robe came into the room, and she rested over Tara's forehead in a sort of benediction. Tear tracks lined her face. One tear slid down her nose and landed on Tara's forehead. The spot where it landed glowed a faint blue before vanishing.

"Wake up," she whispered to Tara. "Wake up."

Tara's eye's opened, and the lightning flashed very bright in the night sky.

Jane was staring out the window, barely even registering Thor's very presence. She had been crying off and on since Tara's death, and nothing could ever make her feel any better. She could not help but think about the broken promise she made on the night of Tara's birth, and the thought that she may have caused the death by being at the Tree made her feel even worse. It was always the mother's job to protect her children, no matter what.

It was the woman with black hair who finally talked with her after what happened at the Tree. Her name was Lois, Jane later learned and Clark's wife of over twenty years. She spent most of the time just talking with Jane, not once trying to distract her from her grief or even sympathizing with her. That was not what she needed, and somehow, the reporter who practically appeared out of nowhere seemed to be aware of that.

The time during the family vigil over Tara was horrible. Jane could barely stay in the same room as her daughter, so she would go in and out of it to hold her hand and whisper something to her.

For Thor it was almost as hard. He found he had a child with the mortal woman he loved, only to see her die while trying to save her mother's life. For him his grief was tinted more with a deep rage. Rage at his father. Someone who could have easily stopped what had happened to Tara. It was an almost murderous rage that only boiled over when he heard mention of his father.

The two women could hear the faint conversation between Clark and Thor. Clark was working hard to talk the God of Thunder down from turning his back on his own father among other things.

"That type of anger could be used against you," Clark was saying over and over in such a way that could have someone know that he dealt with something similar. "There would be people who would do it."

Thor would have none of it. "He has the power. He could have prevented all this. . .and Touron would still be alive."

"She chose her own fate," Clark shot back.

The two women followed their voices, and they were sitting in front the door to the room. Thor tried to shove Clark aside in his anger, but he realized that the mild mannered reporter was more than really met the eye. His strength almost matched Thor's. The God of Thunder stared at the Kryptonian in wonder, and he narrowed his eyes before they widened.

"I have heard what you did," he said, his voice still full of his hidden rage, but it was more contained. "Very few people could have done what you did."

A look of embarrassment passed across Clark's face. Apparently, even after all those years, he was still uncomfortable with the outright praise of his hero acts. It something that Thor saw which he would later say made him respect the displaced alien even more.

A woman with red hair and a covered face pushed her way past the small group and into the room. From what they could see, the woman was crying. Only Thor really recognized her, and Jane had her suspicions. Either way, that woman's appearance had to mean she was about to do something big.

Loki carefully showed his father what Thor spoke and thought. He defied his father's orders to return to Asgard after the ordeal at the Tree was finished, and yet, he was still on Midgard, giving his bastard hybrid a funeral fit for an Asgardian royal. All done against his father's wishes.

Odin All-Father, however, grew very serious. He noticed something that Loki could not, or perhaps even would not, understand. The aged and wizened king stood up from his throne and abruptly left the throne room, forcing Loki to be escorted back to where he was in exile by the guards. His foster father went to speak with the Norns as was his wont.

He thought back to what he showed and told the king he hated, and nothing came out to him. Just a grieving family. Nothing.

Tara felt sore. Very sore. Her head was pounding, and even moving seemed like a horrible idea. The light overhead her dimmed down, a lot, and a woman with red hair was standing on one side of her bed and Jonathon the other.

"How did I get here?" She choked out. Tara had the feeling she normally got whenever she found herself sleeping in the RV instead of the old and cluttered house, and that was her being very confused. A strange look passed across Jonathon's face.

"He got you out of there," the one called Nightwing said, shooting Jonathon a knowing glance. He left the room, and the strange woman followed before she herself disappeared into thin air, it seemed.

Jonathon grabbed her hand and gently squeezed it, just making sure she was alive. In what seemed like an absent movement, he kissed the inside of her wrist.

"It's good that you're alive," he told her quietly.