Um... Oops! Minor miscalculation!

(by nemo1685)

Disclaimer: I actually watched Luna Varga way, way before I found the Taylor version. I got to thinking about how Taylor's debut might have gone if it were more like Luna's, and, well...

(Quoted from 'Beginnings and Meetings')

"Good luck, Taylor Hebert," the voice boomed out, sounding annoyingly cheerful all of a sudden. "You must keep in mind who you are. Remember yourself, fix it in your mind with absolute certainty. This is important."

As the light abruptly grew stronger, it added a little absently, "Oh. I should tell you this will probably hurt."

It was entirely correct.

Taylor screamed, her mind suddenly filled with images she couldn't, at the time, understand, and she passed out frantically thinking 'I am Taylor Hebert and I want to live', the light flaring around her brighter than the sun.

"...ah, good, she made it through sufficiently intact. You always worry about these things," the voice mused to itself, in the empty space that was suddenly vacant of a Taylor Hebert. "Limiter adjusted for correct total power, transformation unshackled... was there something else I was going to do?"

There was silence for a while. Then the voice spoke again.

"Oh, well, it can't have been very important."

Eventually, the dream ended, and Taylor woke. She couldn't quite remember everything that had happened during it, though. She was lying on something hard - vinyl, maybe? It was hard to tell, it could have been the tiled floors of the Winslow corridors. She wasn't back in the locker, at least. She groaned, put a hand to one side and sat up. Yes, definitely not in the locker - there was plenty of room out here, and she could feel a slight breeze on her -

bare back?

A moment later she yelped and tried desperately to cover her entire body with her hands, having very little luck in that regard. After an eternity several seconds had passed, she finally got control over her breathing and looked around, hoping that no one had seen her naked. There didn't seem to be anyone immediately visible, but what was that around her? It looked like it might be a construction site -

Taylor's vision snapped into focus, and she realized she was looking at Brockton Bay. From above. There was the Medhall building over there - she was about halfway up it, she thought - and there were the Docks, and the Boat Graveyard - and... stars? She looked up and realized that yes, it was night, and yes, she could see perfectly fine. Where was she, and what had happened to her? She was on some kind of platform, that much was obvious... she put her hands down and pushed herself off the ground.

Simultaneously, she realized two things. One, she wasn't sitting on whatever platform she was on - she was embedded in it. Her feet and - um - she corrected her mental monologue to rear end were about three inches deep into what appeared to be thick green leather, or maybe scales?

Two, what had woken her up was a blaring noise off in the distance, which had finally managed to penetrate through to her brain and undergo comprehension.

The Endbringer sirens were going off.