Bonjour. This isn't the typical Schooled plotline. I think this episode had some good growth for Superboy and that having Emmy present might inhibit that for him a bit. Enjoy this skewed storyline instead.

-TheDarkAbyss

Location: Outside Earth's atmosphere

Date: Aug 3, 2010

Time: 11:42

Emmy had been busy over the last week. She'd baked with Megan, and shared the gym with Superboy, but she hadn't seen any of her other teammates since their dinner last Tuesday. She spent Wednesday taking placement tests for school, and she was still a little conflicted by the bribe Batman. And Hunter got his cochlear on Friday, which was the one highlight. She looked at the approaching asteroid, forming a giant net behind her and a massive mallet in her hands, and thought back to the conversation before the first test.

Last Wednesday Morning:

"I don't understand why I have to do this," Emmy crossed her arms as Batman drove her to the League's testing center. Because evidently, they have one of those.

"You're a 16-year-old who has not been to school since the fifth grade," Batman replied.

"So? I read a ton of books. I taught the three of us sign language, and I've read about Chemistry, Geology, Calculus, and Differential Equations," she glared at the man out of the side of her eye. "And a bunch of fictional books. You had my book collection moved onto its own shelf in the library, you should know."

"You need a real education."

"Why?" Emmy winced slightly when she heard how whiny she sounded.

"You have a lot of potential. You at least need a high school diploma."

"Can't I just take the GED if it's that important to you?"

He shook his head. "You are a minor. You need to be in school. Especially if you are going to continue being Sage's and Hunter's primary guardian."

Emmy frowned slightly. Was he implying that if she didn't go to school, he would put them in foster care? They had both agreed that they all needed to live in the mountain with the bounty on her head.

"How will you support yourself as an adult?"

"I'm a Lantern," she gestured at the inactivated ring on her left hand. "I'll be a Lantern until I die. I don't need a day job."

"So, you'll move to Oa and never see your siblings again?"

"Well," Emmy stuttered. She hadn't thought about that. She felt like he was backing her into a corner, but she couldn't see how yet.

"You bribed principals to let Sage and Hunter into schools without any official papers. You also thought it was a good idea for them to take placement tests a few weeks ago. Why?" He glanced at her through his mask.

"Because they're bright children who will have wonderful futures, and they need a solid educational foundation to help them achieve whatever it is," Emmy's words slowed down. "that...they…want to do with their lives."

Did Batman just smirk at her? Danggit. He got her to make the argument about education being important to herself.

"I'm not like them though," she complained. "I kept them in school. I've been out for a really long time, and I don't have any plans for the future other than using the ring." Honestly, part of her had always thought she'd die young, so she had never bothered thinking about 'what she wanted to be when she grew up'. "Not to mention, I don't want to flunk all the tests and be in with a bunch of sixth graders when I'm old enough to drive myself to class." She had gotten her driver's license last week.

She tried to say that last part as a joke, but Bruce saw how her crossed arms got tighter and she slumped in her seat more. So that was her problem. She didn't think she was smart enough for school anymore.

"Emerald, you are a very intelligent young woman," he turned into the testing center parking lot. "There is no doubt in my mind that you will do well. You need to at least try going to school again. If it doesn't work out for you, then it doesn't work out."

She glanced at him again and sighed. "Fine. I'll take the damn tests."

They got out of the car.

"But I'm going to be unnecessarily rude to you when you drive me back to the mountain afterwards. I hope your Camaro's dashboard likes having dirty converse on it."

Bruce barely managed to keep his lip from twitching. She reminded him a lot of Dick sometimes.

Emmy put the huge mallet on her shoulder and flew to the asteroid. She had to break it up and make sure none of the pieces crashed into Earth. She was planning to smash it up into her net, fly toward Venus, and chuck the asteroid bits back toward the sun to disintegrate. Emmy made the mallet bigger and split the giant rock in half. She smiled a bit. This was way more fun than fighting people.

Last Wednesday Evening:

Emmy had stomped out of the testing center, miserable. She'd been in there for 11 hours. They had said she was done, and then made her take another three hours of math tests. That either meant she was really bad at it, or really good at it. Emmy had worked through all the problems in the math books she had read, so she was hoping she did okay, but she wasn't sure. She looked up in time to see Batman's yellow Camaro with black racing stripes pull into the empty parking lot. It wasn't something she expected him to drive. Especially since she'd glanced at the speedometer when she got into it this morning, and it had 60 miles on it like he only started driving it today. She was jealous of that car though. She liked Transformers as much as her siblings did, and it looked exactly like Bumblebee. The Bat stepped out of the car and said goodbye to the person on the other end of the phone.

"The results are in," he started, and Emmy sighed. It would be so embarrassing if she failed in front of Batman. Everyone knew he was a genius. "as expected, you did very well."

"I did?" She asked in disbelief.

"Overall, yes," he nodded. "You are at a level of High School Sophomore in English, High School Senior in Chemistry, and College Freshman in Geology," she raised her eyebrows. She had never heard the word 'college' in a sentence directed at herself. "Your Physics and Biology tests were inconclusive since you have little-to-no experience with those subjects. Unfortunately, your History, Psychology, and Social Studies all scored you at a third-grade level."

Emmy ran a hand down her face. Those tests had been hell. That was so embarrassing. The Bat in front of her continued, "But your math scores were, for lack of a better word, phenomenal.

She looked up. "Really?"

"You had nearly perfect scores in Trigonometry, Calculus 1 through 3, and Differential Equations. That is highly irregular for someone of your age who is self-taught." He gave her a small smile to let her know that she should be proud of herself. She beamed back at him, relaxing her tense shoulders.

"At your age, you could start as a Junior, but I think it would be healthiest for you to begin as a Sophomore. You'll take advanced science and math courses, but the rest will be comparable to those taken by a regular 15- or 16-year-old. It will be a culture shock to return to a classroom, and you don't need to be too overwhelmed," he had explained to her.

The smile dropped and she groaned at the idea of going to school again. "How long do I have to try it for?"

"Three and a half months," he tossed the Camaro keys to her and she caught them, confused, "That will give you enough time to get used to driving this. We will start your enrollment process mid-August."

Emmy blinked at the masked man. "And why will I drive this?"

"Because it's your car," Batman retorted. Her mouth fell open and she turned to it in shock.

"My car?"

"Yes."

She put her hands on her cheeks by her still open mouth and squatted to the ground. He raised an eyebrow at her. She was muttering to herself quietly. He only heard one line. In an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice she squealed, "Batman got me Bumblebee!" His shoulders shook once with a laugh as she stood up fully.

"Fair warning," she spoke, voice back to normal but still breathless, eyes remaining on the car. "I am about to do something really weird. I apologize in advance."

She had launched at Batman and gave him a bearhug for longer than socially acceptable, and then she was bouncing to the driver's seat and telling him to hurry up and get in. Bruce smirked to himself slightly. He hoped giving Dick his first car went similarly to this.

Emmy started smashing the right half of the asteroid. She had to get the pieces as small as possible so they wouldn't overwhelm her net and enter Earth's atmosphere. She figured she needed each half to be in maybe 200 pieces for her to easily stop the direction and send the bag into the Sun. She was still surprised by the car, but she had taken Sage and Hunter on drives each night since while they rolled down the windows and yelled about Autobots and Decepticons. If going to school for a few months kept those smiles of her kids' faces, then she could deal with it.

It was still Summertime anyway, so she had some time to pretend she wasn't going back into a classroom soon. She chipped away at the right side, pleased that they all flew into the boundary of her net structure. A few pieces slipped by, but they were small enough to burn up in the atmosphere. Emmy flew to the left side and thought about Hunter's cochlear implant a few days ago.

She and Sage had paced around the waiting room during the four-hour surgery before getting called back to the recovery room. Hunter had bandages around his head, but he was awake and smiling. The audiologist said that everything went really well, and he wanted them to come back in a week so he could activate the implant. Emmy smiled to herself. Hunter was really excited to listen to Transformers in sound. She heard a clunk and stopped zoning out.

A big chunk had missed her net and was heading toward Earth. Shit! She quickly brought the net into a large bag, swung in a circle a few times to get speed, and sent to structure soaring toward the Sun. She dove after the remaining asteroid lump. It wasn't gigantic, but it was definitely too big to hit the ground safely, and it was too late to just fling it back into space. She raced to the front of the rock, put her back against it, and flew against the asteroid as hard as she could. It was slowing down, but not fast enough. She doubled her efforts and started making barriers the rock had to crash through, slowing down a little each time. The ground was getting dangerously close, and she made a giant Atlas structure. It caught the rock, feet digging into the grass three feet, and stopped. Emmy flew to the ground with a relieved sigh and had fake Atlas lower the rock gently to the grass.

She heard a bunch of whoops and cheers and looked up. She was in the middle of a park in a bright and clean city. Where was she? People were still cheering, and she waved at them. She needed to see a city sign or something. Maybe there's a Zeta Tube nearby? She should call Rob and ask. Emmy had her hands on her hips looking for a landmark when a man came running at her with a microphone in his hand and a camera crew. Great. She made her mask cover more of her face as he arrived.

"This is Damian Diamond for Picture News coming live from Central City Park where Earth's first Lady Green Lantern has stopped an asteroid," he ran up to Emmy.

She frowned slightly, making her voice a bit deeper so it wouldn't be as recognizable. "Where did you say this place was again?"

Location: Mount Justice

Date: Aug 3, 2010

Time: 12:32

The team, minus Emmy and Superboy were in the mountain. Wally was flirting with Megan while she tried not to burn down the kitchen, and Robin and Kaldur were playing a round of Mario Kart. Rob won and decided to flip to the news for a minute.

His chuckle brought the two redheads from the kitchen, "Hey look, our friend is on TV doing her first interview in your town, Wally."

"Friend is a little strong don't you think?" Wally inquired once he saw the bird looking at Emmy on the screen.

"I think I know what all of America wants to know when I ask this," the reporter turned to the Lantern, "Do you go by Jade Lantern or Peridot lantern?"

"Ugh, my aunt hates that guy," Wally glared at the screen and took a seat next to Rob with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. "She works with him. His uncle owns the channel, so he gets all the good interviews even though he's a total sexist pig."

"Takes one to know one?" Robin joked lightly, easily catching and eating the popcorn his friend threw at him.

TV Emmy blinked at the reporter. "Huh?"

"The men are called Green Lanterns, so what are you called?" Damien put the microphone back in her face.

"If initiated into the Green Lantern Corps," she put emphasis on the words 'green' and 'lantern', "then you are a Green Lantern regardless of gender, age, race, species, or creed. Do you know what state we're in? I'm trying to figure out where I landed."

Robin snickered and started typing something on his glove. No doubt telling Emmy how to get back to the mountain from her location. They saw the thin commlink watch beep on her wrist and watched her smirk appreciatively at Rob's message. So, her team was watching her back at the mountain then.

"But how will we tell you apart from the men?"

Emmy put her fists on her hips and cocked them to the left, unimpressed. "The boobs?"

Wally and Rob snorted slightly on the couch. Megan and Kaldur made eye contact, grateful that the other was a little embarrassed by their friend's bluntness as well.

"If that doesn't work, my official rank is Green Lantern 003 of sector 2814, so you can call me Three." TV Emmy continued.

"Excellent," Damian smirked at the camera like he had just cracked the largest secret in the universe. "Now, Three, when fighting crime, or stopping an asteroid from hitting the earth, do you ever find yourself worrying about breaking a nail?"

"Oh, yeahh I'm constantly worried about breaking a nail," her sarcasm was so caustic Wally was surprised Damien didn't dissolve from the verbal acid. "How about I break my foot off in your ass instead?"

"Ooo, touchy," Damien chuckled at the camera. "What a perfect segue to my next question: Is it hard to fight crime on your period?"

"Is it hard to sleep at night knowing you've never satisfied a woman?" Emmy responded immediately. Wally sputtered with surprised laughter.

"Aunt Iris has got to watch this," his fingers almost flying faster than his phone could register as he sent his aunt a text.

Damien stuttered and turned red on the screen. "I have-I have brought pleasure to countless women!"

"Hate to be the one to break it to you, Champ," Emmy deadpanned, "but throwing your mom's red lipstick on your left hand doesn't make it a woman."

Wally was wheezing and Robin grabbed his ribs from laughing. Kaldur smirked. M'gann laughed politely, but she didn't understand the human colloquialisms Emmy was using. She was just glad her friend was holding her own against a "sexist pig".

The speedster sent a couple more texts to his family members who had learned to hate Damien through Iris. Wally may not like the girl's attitude when it was aimed at him, but he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy watching her throw it at other people. Not that he would ever say that to the girl in question, of course.

"That is-" Damien fumed. "How dare you! I-"

Emmy cut him off and turned to the camera guy, "Is this moron really the best guy you've got?"

"No. He's just related to an executive," came the anonymous reply.

Emmy looked into the camera. "Yo, Picture News exec's. Nepotism isn't worth it. Hire more women," she paused and glanced at the man throwing a tantrum behind her. "Or at the very least a guy who knows what the clitoris is." With that she left and flew home.

Emmy flew into the cave through the underwater tunnel and went to the kitchen. She mentally chuckled to herself. She was used to sexism from grown men. Half the smack talk the other fighters had thrown at her was related to her period in one way or another. She powered down and landed on her feet in the doorway in a light blue cropped t-shirt that ended right below her scar and tattoo and black sweatpants that hung a little low on her hips. She had been in the gym before she got the asteroid code, and these were her only clean pants. Megan wanted to go to the mall with the kids and her this weekend. Emmy had been putting off shopping long enough, and it was pretty obvious that she and her siblings could use more than the six outfits they've been cycling through. The other teens turned to look at her. Wally frowned slightly at Emmy's toned stomach and reminded himself to add two more ab workouts to his routine for the week.

"Nice job with the 'stroid and the interview, Emmy," Robin nodded at her. He leaned toward Superboy. "It's a 'stroid once it's in our atmosphere because it's no longer in space so it loses the aster."

"Uh," Emmy shifted her feet, a little embarrassed that they had watched her on TV. "Thanks?"

"Yes, good job, Emerald!" Megan smiled at her. "I, um, I didn't understand some of the things you said, but I could tell from Wally's laughing that they were very clever."

Emmy quirked an eyebrow and glanced at the speedster bemused. "Wally's laughter, huh?" The speedster had been less hostile toward her ever since she apologized for implying that she was a better hero than the rest of the team in the jungle, but they still didn't get along very well. And they had still gotten off on the wrong foot.

The speedster flushed. "I was not laughing, I was...I was choking on my popcorn."

"Sure, Kid. Whatever you say," Emmy elongated the first word to show that she totally believed him.

"Oh, please," the redhead flushed. "You're not exactly the embodiment of wit."

"And yet you never seem to have a decent comeback," Emmy replied.

Wally opened his mouth, but the zeta beam announced Superboy's arrival and the clone stormed past the redhead. The tall boy callously ignored Megan's questioning about his time in metropolis. Martian Manhunter and Black Canary stopped the teen from leaving, the latter announcing that it was training time. Emmy noticed the white bandage peeking out from the tear in the blue jacket on Canary's left arm.

"See," Emmy smirked at him as they walked to the training room.

"Oh, that so doesn't count," Wally glared at her. "Supey threw off my rhythm!"

"Can't throw off what doesn't exist."

Aqualad stepped in between the two teens and gestured for them to focus on Canary. The flawless blonde walked to the center of the ring, the tiles within the circular blue boundary turning white. Emmy noticed that she was the only one still in civies. Whatever. I've been in my uniform all day. They'll tell me to power up if they want me to wear it.

"I consider it an honor to be your teacher," the hero started, gathering the large group's attention. "I'll throw a lot at you, everything I've learned from my own mentors." Canary pulled her jacket off, hesitating slightly when she tugged the jacket past the bandage. She grunted slightly at the pain before she finished taking the jacket off. "And my own bruises." She nodded at her arm.

"What happened?" M'gann asked concerned.

"The job." Canary replied bluntly.

"That bustier is doing God's work," Wally whispered to Robin. He had moved to the other side of the bird after Aqualad interrupted the conversation with Emmy. Robin elbowed him slightly, but Emmy coughed slightly to cover her laugh. She looked down and bit her lip, pretending to wipe her nose to hide her amusement. Wally looked at her with raised eyebrows, like he had expected her to glare at him. Her shrug sent across a very clear message: You're not wrong.

"Now, combat is about controlling conflict. Putting the battle on your terms. You should always be acting, never reacting," Canary instructed before her tone adopted a dangerous glint. "I'll need a sparring partner."

"Right here. Yeah!" Kid Flash raised his hand, still chewing on the banana he had pulled from thin air. Aqualad frowned at the teen, but Rob and Emmy glanced at each other with repressed smiles. Kid met Canary in the middle of the ring, "After this," he threw the empty banana peel into the garbage can. "Swish!" he interrupted his pick-up line to comment on the peel making it in. "I'll show you my moves."

"He's going to die," Rob whispered in Emmy's ear to the girl's delight.

Canary smirked at the redhead with narrowed eyes. She threw a quick jab which Wally was able to block, but then she knocked his feet out from under him before he could react. He hit the ground with a thud that clearly worried Megs. Emmy smirked. He should have known that she was going to get him off balance. Women and men fought very differently. She had only fought another girl 10 times out of her four years of matches. They used their opponents force against them, and men were overconfident in their own power.

The floor announced Wally's quick loss: Kid Flash. Status: Fail.

"Oh. Hurts so good," he groaned in pain. Emmy begrudgingly admired his ability to make fun of himself.

"Good block," Canary offered. "But did anyone see what he did wrong?" she helped the teen back to his feet.

Robin perked up and threw his hand in the air. "Ooh, ooh! He hit on teacher and got served?"

"Dude!" Wally, holding the shoulder he landed on, looked at Rob in betrayal. Emmy chuckled.

"He let you dictate the fight. He lost before he finished walking into the ring," Emmy offered. Canary raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"Emerald, right?" Emmy nodded trying to stay calm. She had a slight crush on Canary for a while when she was younger, and she swallowed under the woman's intense gaze.

"What would you have done differently?" Canary asked. Emmy thought for a second.

"If you're going to let someone else dictate the fight, you have to use their energy and force against them, so I would have used your first punch to flip you," Emmy said.

Canary smiled slightly and nodded at the ring. "You're next."

Emmy swallowed and rolled her shoulders. "Cool."

She sent a slightly panicked look at Rob, and he just smirked at her. She stepped into the ring and had an odd feeling of being at home. Because she was. A one-on-one fight was her home. That was where she perfected her fighting skills, and where she grew up. She glanced over Canary. Her left arm had the bandage, and Emmy was pretty sure she was favoring her left leg too. She had put her weight on her right one and swept Wally's legs with her left. I'll aim everything for my right.

Emmy fell into the basic fighting stance. Her fists up and her left leg forward. "How long's the match?"

Canary smirked at the terminology. She had heard about this girl from Batman. "Let's see if you can go a minute."

Emmy smirked at the challenge. "I've done longer with larger, Baby."

Her teammates raised their eyebrows at her comment. Wally furrowed his brows. "Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to flirt with hot women."

Emmy zoned them out. Trash talk was a natural part of any fight. The buzzer sounded.

"Trust me," Canary circled the smaller girl in amusement. "You've never done anyone like me before."

Canary sent a jab at Emmy's left shoulder. Emmy dodged it, spinning around to Canary's back, elbowing her bandage in the process. The taller blonde hissed in pain slightly. She turned to the girl with approval.

"Nice flow." She swept at Emmy's feet without warning, and Emmy barely managed to cartwheel out of the way. Canary was way faster than anyone she'd fought before.

"Everything flows naturally with a woman as beautiful as you," Emmy smiled charmingly. Bouncing on her feet and trying to figure out how to kick the woman's bandage.

"Or is it just natural because you are still most comfortable in a criminal's ring despite wearing one of a hero?"

Emmy flinched. Canary's foot hit her side, sending her crashing onto her back.

"Ow," Emmy groaned. "Wally actually described the pain pretty well." The redhead in question and the bird snickered at their teammate's failure. Canary pulled the girl up and put an approving hand on her shoulder.

"Excellent job. 37 seconds is impressive even if some of it was just flirting," Canary smiled at the slightly bashful girl.

"Who saw what she did wrong?"

Robin repeated his line from before.

"Hey, I lasted longer than Wally!"

"Not the first time a girl has said that about him," Robin snickered while his friend elbowed him.

"You got in my head for a second and then took me out," Emmy rubbed her sore side.

"Correct. Emmy is in the habit of drawing fights out," Canary explained and looked straight at the girl. "You got paid more the longer the fight lasted. In the field, it is crucial to make fights as short as possible. Trash talk works sometimes, but it isn't often something that successfully distracts your opponents, and is usually something that wastes precious seconds you have to attack before-"

Superboy's loud scoff interrupted their teacher's explanation. "Oh, please." Canary arched a perfect eyebrow at the annoyed Superboy. "With my powers, the battle's always on my terms," he jabbed his thumb at his chest. "I'm a living weapon," he clenched his fists, "and this is a waste of my time."

Canary smirked at him challengingly. "Prove it."

Emmy rolled her eyes at the clone as he entered the ring. She had way more training than Superboy did, and she still only lasted 37 seconds. Superboy swung at Canary but she dodged it, grabbed his forearm, and threw him across the ring. He landed roughly ass-first before falling to his back. Robin laughed and pointed while Emmy and Wally smirked. Aqualad nudged Rob and sent a look at the other two.

Superboy was still on the floor as the lights wrote out his failure. He pushed off the ground with a growl.

"You're angry," Canary stated coolly. "Good, but don't react. Channel that anger-"

Superboy charged at her before she finished her advice. She flipped over his shoulder and swept his feet out from under him. The floor once again read out his failure. Megan looked unnecessarily worried for the boy. His anger did not do him any favors during fights.

"At least you got a block in," Emmy murmured to Wally. He raised an eyebrow at her mild praise but leaned in toward her more.

"No kidding. Your 37 seconds is looking pretty impressive right about now."

Superboy declared that he was done and started to leave. "Training is mandatory." Canary declared, placing a hand on his shoulder and he promptly shook it off. A holoscreen popped up, interrupting the escalation.

"Batman to the Cave." They all turned to Batman on the screen. "A new menace attacked green arrow and black canary. The attacker was capable of studying and duplicating the powers and abilities of its opponents."

A small image of the android mimicking powers and fighting some of the League played in the corner. Wally nudged her shoulder and held up five fingers with a smirk. She sighed. She forgot about the never have I ever game. She faked a loud sneeze before Batman started talking again and was grateful that everyone outside of the team ignored her.

Batman further explained that when Arrow called in reinforcements, it just let the android gain more powers. The team looked at each other with concern. It took eight League members four hours to defeat and dismantle the android. Yikes. Batman praised Robin's guess about the builder, something which clearly upset Superboy for some reason, and Bats told them that they were to split into teams to protect the trucks housing the android's parts. Kid was cheering about a road trip when Emmy's ring went off.

"Code 672 in sector 2814. I repeat code 672 in sector 2814! This is an emergency! All available Lanterns converge to Mars! I repeat all available Lanterns converge to-" static cut off the message. Emmy's face paled, but she was in her uniform and floating in a second.

"I have to go," she nodded at Batman on the screen and started to fly out of the mountain.

"Wait!" Megan cried. "Emmy, what's happening on Mars?"

The energy in the room shifted as Emmy looked at her seriously, all traces of a teenager were gone. She was a soldier now. "Civil War."

M'gann's eyes widened and filled with tears. "Again? H-how?"

"I'll let you know when I get back." With that, the team's Green Lantern was gone.

"Team," Batman interrupted. "You still have a mission to do regardless of your teammate's absence. Miss Martian, will you be capable of continuing or will you need to-"

M'gann wiped at her eyes and set her shoulders. "I can complete the mission."

Location: Mars

Date: Aug 8th, 2010

Time: 10:08

Emmy ducked behind her structure of a tank and caught her breath next to Hal and John. They had been fighting for three days, and the war looked like it was about to end. Mars had been wracked by civil war years ago when the White Martians committed genocide against the Green Martians. It made Emmy sick that the same holocaust had happened on two entirely different planets. She didn't want to know how many more planets had similar histories.

The White Martians had cloned themselves and made a new race called the White Saturnians. These clones had broken into two sections, one that wanted to overthrow the White Martians and one that wanted to keep the White Martians as masters. The White Martians had evacuated half the planet and let the 8 Lanterns who responded handle all the battles. Emerald had lost track of how many clones she had fought and possibly killed. She tried referring to them as clones to make herself feel better. But she kept thinking about how Superboy was a clone too, so the tactic didn't work very well.

She had a dislocated shoulder that was causing her some problems. Her ring was working overtime to stay charged after so much use, but somehow that meant that instead of letting her arm stay dislocated or fixing it once, the ring was cycling through an hour of her shoulder being fixed and an hour of it being out of place. When she tried to put it back in herself, it wouldn't budge, so she was just living like this. Hal told her that she needed to bring her lantern with her next time she got an extended off-world call. She would take that advice to heart.

The clones who were instigating the violence were all but dead. There was one last stronghold, then the war would be over, and Emmy would leave. She had turned her mind off the second she landed on the planet and started fighting. This was war. It didn't matter what her personal feelings were. She was a Lantern, and Lanterns sided with those who wanted peace. Almost all Green Martians were dead. Emmy felt like she was betraying M'gann by saving so many White Martians. She tried to shove the feeling off. She wouldn't let modern-day Germans die just because they lived in the same country Hitler had; the same logic applied here.

Emmy nodded at Earth's two other Lanterns and started firing structure bombs with her tank as a distraction. Hal flew to the back of the final fortress and made a giant octopus that tore it apart while John broke their cannons. The finals insurgents came out with their hands up. The war was over. Hal's normally jovial face held a solemn expression for the first time since getting to Mars. But then he winked at Emmy and told her to get home to her kids. They would finish up here. She was too grateful for words and dashed back to Earth.

Her friends were playing in the ocean when she crashed into the sand. A crater formed beneath her body as her exhausted ring finally died. She could hear distant yelling as Robin, Kaldur, M'gann, and Superboy scrambled toward her.

"Hey M'gann," Emmy was drowsy now that her ring was off. Her left shoulder felt wet and on fire at the same time. "The war was between White Saturnians who wanted to kill everyone and ones who didn't want to kill everyone." She blinked harshly to get rid of the blackness creeping into the edges of her vision. "Stopped 'em. Mars safe now." Superboy picked her up. Her team's panicked voices lulled her to sleep.