Disclaimer: To the creators of Marvel and the all wonderful X-men….ooops. ::quickly turns through large stack of papers labeled 'Plan to Take Over Cartooning World' :: Huh, would you look at that? I have the wrong plan for totalitarian over a cartoon...Christina, the 'X-Men' dictatorship plans should be filed somewhere with Marvel, not DC Comics, and the 'Teen Titans' should be …oh, put it with Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho and the rest of the anime, and put….

A/N: Do not make any assumptions until the next chapter…you have been warned….

MagicalMe5: Now hold your horses; I never said that…oh, and you are as of right now no longer allowed to ask questions ::tries to maintain a straight face, but fails horribly:: Naw, that's all right! I like it when people reading my stories think about them and put them together. Know sure as heck I can't and I wrote them…tell me if you figure it out…(just joking, of course…)

Stelok, Cool Cat 96: a little late to the party, but better late than never, huh? Welcome, newcomers, to the beginning of an epic series…if I could keep off of grounding long enough to update all of it, that is…

Speaking of which, despite the fact that it's impolite to ask a lady's age, whoever guesses closest to how old I am…will get a prize. How's that sound?

Ishan: Not going to answer that….

Hurt

Why do we hurt each other?

Why do we push love away?

"Come on, say it for me, huh?" Wally zoomed from one twin to another; the children, however, couldn't be less interested in what their father was trying to do.

"Oh, for crying out loud –"

"Flash, why is it so important that they say that certain thing again? They're saying a lot more than that already; look," Diana bent down to the small boy who looked up from playing with the blocks in his playpen beside his sister. "Who am I?" she asked pointing to herself.

"Aunydan!" he laughed.

"And who's that?" she asked the small girl, pointing to Bruce who was actually out of the shadows for once as he tried to keep his son from bouncing around the room.

"Unwleba!" she laughed.

Clark turned to Wally who was still pacing and gave him a wide Boy Scout grin. "You see? They're saying plenty!"

"Unwleduper!" the twins screeched as they heard Clark speaking.

Clark shook his head slightly, amused, then turned to Shayera who was standing back away from the group gathered around the talking twins.

"Aunty?"

Shayera looked down to her 'niece' who was gazing up at her.

She bent down to her and pulled her close. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Are you 'cited?" she asked, her eyes lit with wonder.

"About the twins finally talking?" Shayera looked back at the small raven haired girl, her dark eyes shining with secrecy. The little girl could see over Shayera's shoulder, so she saw who was slowly walking up behind her.

And if she said exactly the right thing…her two year old mind was carefully planning it out…

"Yes, I guess I am excited about the twins finally talking –"

"No! 'bout yours! You tell Uncle, wight? Everybody happy again?" The girl was looking at her innocently, but her brain was working on more mischievous ideas than Wally's could possibly comprehend.

Shayera was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Auny wuvs Unlwe…" chanted Wally's son.

"Unwle love Auny…" chanted his sister.

That should have been their clue; Wally had been trying to get them to say that since yesterday, but they'd only said it twice, and both times had been when…

Clark had heard his daughter and decided to interrupt right then. "She's asking have you told-" Clark stopped short as he quickly shut his mouth and began again. "I mean, she's asking are you excited about your baby?"

Shayera slowly looked up at him, anger hovering slightly behind a much stronger emotion in her eyes; she had ears; her mind was in perfect working condition. "I told you, I'll tell him, just not right now…" Shayera's voice shook with each word. She was not about to be tricked into this.

"Tell who what?"

Shayera paled visibly from the voice behind her. The owner of the voice looked around the now silent parties, frozen in their spots, even Bruce's son bringing his escape attempt to a grinding halt. Shayera got up and pushed past the questioning John, back to her room.

"What the hell is it you're not telling me?" The death voice was back again, carrying those words after an unearthly silence that lasted for what seemed like forever, and so quiet, even Clark had to strain to hear it, and he didn't like it one bit if the cringe was anything to judge by.

John looked around at the guilty, un-answering faces, then headed after the running Shayera. Using his ring to unlock the door, he entered the room and sat beside her, taking her in his arms as she sobbed onto his shoulder.

"Shy, what's wrong? What aren't you telling me?" In his mind, he realized that these were stupid questions that he already knew the answer to and was relieved that the light hadn't been turned on yet and that it was rather difficult for him to turn red. "When were you planning on telling me?" John asked, and then mentally cursed himself for asking yet another dumb question of the overemotional Shayera he was holding. He gently shushed her crying and finally, after a few minutes the tears had almost subsided. John looked at her face carefully, the question he really wanted to ask still in his eyes as he flipped on the lights.

"On the eve of its birth," she finally chuckled slightly as John gently wiped away the tears. She was wondering how she could manage to joke at a time like this, but then decided that some of her mood swings (which she had tried to be very careful about when John was near) had been a lot more radical…she was sure that they were going to have to get psychiatric treatment for J'onn…

"Really now?" John raised his eyebrows in a mock surprised manner, but his eyes were on fire, the light dancing excitedly in his unnatural green eyes, his lips twitching, itching to pull themselves into a wide smile.

"No; I wasn't sure when I was going to tell you…" her voice trailed off and she looked away. "I'm sorry; I just keep hurting you over and over…."

His eyes were now shining for a different reason. He wanted to ask. He had to ask.

"Is it…his?" He gulped before he finished the question as if something was physically blocking him from saying anything else. Shayera avoided his gaze as she let the gears turn in her head. She wanted to tell him, but…

If she answered yes…did that mean he would leave again? Or would he stay only if she said no? She wanted to know that he would stay, because of her, but….

Why the hell did she have to fall in love with such a Casanova?

She didn't answer, but continued to look away, and he immediately took her in his arms again and planted soft kisses in her hair between talking. "I'm sorry…don't worry….we'll stop hurting each other, we'll figure something out, but you have to stop pushing me away first…. Shy; I'm sorry; I should have notice something sooner… I should have talked to you sooner…. But it's all right now; promise… it doesn't matter… we'll figure something out …together, and that's a promise…"

….and….finis! For those you who want the next part of this story, I direct your attention to Prophet. For those of you who would like to wait until that story is over for chapter eight, ….see you sometime next school year….

Thank you all for your support during the course of this! That's the reason I kept writing, you know; writers' block can be a real pain in the…backside, to keep the rating down…