Short and horrifying, but like I said chapter eaight is a major biggie, because there is a major time jump.

Chapter 7
Sweet Dreams

She crawled silently into bed, giggling a few times here and there. What she finally dreamed of was at long last happening, she was ecstatic, yet she had some worry in her heart as well.

"John, we really shouldn't be doing this, I mean what happens if there is a crisis now?" She asked as he littered her neck with kisses, "What if the League needs use and we're umm..."

"Preoccupied?" he managed to suggest between kisses.

"Well...yes," she giggled.

"Shay, you know the League will deal with what comes up, and besides you locked the door right?"

"Of course."

"Well then there's nothing to worry about," he said smiling. He leaned close to kiss her and whispered the words she longed to hear, "I love you."

"I love you to John," she heard herself reply, delighted with her answer.

She shot up in bed. No, not again. Dammit to hell not again. Just when she thought she was getting rid of these flashback dreams the come out of the darkness and freak her out.

Shay now sat up in bed, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. Her room was dark, only the luminous moon shone through the window spattered across Ira's crib which was in front of the window.

Sure the dream wasn't scary, but it was frightening to her. She wanted to forget about John, close that chapter of her life, but every time she looked at Ira, the pages pulled her back in and used her as a bookmark.

She was also concerned about the words she spoke to Clark before he left. That the Gordanians would come for her.

Little Ira, she thought. She got up from bed, and walked silently over to her crib. She observed her for a minute or two, to see if she was okay. It seemed she was better than okay, she was having a dream and smiling all the way through it.

Shay smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear; she then turned and walked back to bed. She climbed under the warmth of her comforter and took another look outside.

At least it had stopped raining; the sky was now a misty midnight blue, without a single cloud to streak across. The moon hung over the city like a Shepard keeping eye on his flock. The lights in the apartment building across from her were turned on, even at this ungodly hour.

She turned over on her side away from the window. Maybe she was just being paranoid. No one was going to tell John, he was never going to come back in her life. No Gordainians were going to come to Earth and kill her.

She erased these thoughts from her mind and slowly closed her bothered eyes. She began to slip into her subconscious mind, when her eyes shot open; she shot out of bed and grabbed Ira.

She ran to her living room and out into the hallway of her building, she looked around desperately. She found what she was looking for, the red fire alarm in the corner. She ran to it, pulled it down and ran back into her room. She did this so fast that Ira hadn't even stirred from her sleep yet, yep she still had it.

The alarm blared through the building, she ran through her living room, jumping over her couch like it was a hurdle, she ran to her room and grabbed her mace which was set beside her bed, then headed toward the window.

She unlocked the window and sat on the edge, and with Ira cradled in one arm and her mace gripped tightly in the other jumped out into the night sky. She looked below to see the people evacuating from the apartment, she could hear many complaining that it was in fact not on fire.

She was flapping her wings as fast as she ever had in her entire life; she had to get away from that build before....

Three ships suddenly materialized in the sky above her building, they didn't hesitate one second. All three fired lasers out of the plasma canons lodged on the front. The building began to burn and crumble.

"Now it's on fire," Shay mumbled dryly. She had been far enough away to only receive a gust of wind her way.

The ships now changed direction and faced her head on, "Well at least there is only three of them." At that moment about twenty more ships chose to materialize.

"Son of a b..." she decided to save her breathe and start flying. She had a good head start but it was no use, the Gordainians caught up in a single second.

She flew under one and using her mace, she swung at the only vulnerable area. She brought that ship down and hastily brought down another. She was pleased she was putting up a fight.

That is until she realized the whole thing was a gigantic ambush. She was now encircled by twenty massive ships, with canons all aimed at her.

She looked down at Ira, who looked up at her with the same fear in her eyes. Tears began to pack her eyes and slide down her cheeks. She should've realized that something was wrong.

A ship took aim and fired, Shay quickly raised her wing which took most of the brunt of the shot. Surprisingly, the laser basically bounced off. Thanagarians wings must have grown somewhat immune to the burn of the blast.

She hugged onto Ira tightly and waited for her impending future, but then she was saved. A friendly faced zoomed translucently through the ship and destroyed it.

"We can handle it from here Shayera," stated J'onn as he flew down to greet her, "might I suggest that you take the child and disperse."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," she agreed and flew by Superman destroying ships.

Sadly Flash failed to notice her, "Hey Supes, how am I supposed to help?"

"Go see if there is anyone left in the burning building," he suggested bringing down another ship.

"Gottcha."

She was almost out of the battle zone between a few Leaguers and the three remaining ships when a shot was fired.

The red streak zoomed across the sky and hit her with force between the shoulder blades. She lost control of her wings and started plummeting toward the ground. The pain was immense, but she held on to conscious long enough to turn herself onto her back, and place Ira on her stomach.

Superman and J'onn saw this happen, they both raced towards her, but neither could make it on time and they both knew it.

"Hey supes?" Flash called, "There's no one left in the building, so what do I do now?" he was screaming from about a block away.

"Get Hawkgirl!" he screamed frantically.

"What!" Flash screamed while cupping his hands around his mouth.

Clark pointed to the plunging Hawkgirl.

Flashes eyes widen and he raced for her. He stopped running and dug his heels into the ground to slow him. Dust was flying up and he turned around, making a one eighty. Which after he stopped moving ended him up right underneath Shay path towards the ground.

He caught her, although the force pushed his arms down, "Holy cow Shay, What happened." When he received no answer he proceeded in asking her again.

"Shay? Shay? Shay, are you with me? Shay!? Where is Ira?!" He jostled her a bit and when he moved his hand from her back, there was blood from her wound on it. There was only silence until he heard a small whimper, which drew into a small sob.

"Ira?" he asked unsurely. He moved Shay's limp wing over to find his little niece curled up beside her. "Oh Ira, Sweetie," he said moving her up to lay her chin on his broad shoulder. She wept, "Shush, Shush, its okay Sweetie, Uncle Wally's here."

Shay interrupted this moment with a moan.

"Shay, are you okay?" he asked panicking.

"Flash, get them out of here, NOW!" Superman ordered from the sky as more alien ships appeared.

"You got it," he raced them to his apartment.

When she awoke she was in pain. The pain in her back, mixed with the pain in her head, mixed with the pain in her heart was an explosive concoction.

She slowly opened her eyes and a blurry figured appeared before her. It was Wally playing with Ira once again. She smiled knowing that Ira was okay. A wave of relief crashed on her body. She didn't recognize the quarters so she guessed it was Wally's.

"Can you say 'Uncle Wally', Ira? Can you, can you do it for me? Say it. Come on. Uncle Wally, Uncle Wally."

"Uncle Wally," Shay muttered softly.

"Hey! You're up. Man I thought you were gone."

"Thanks for those comforting words," she replied sarcastically readying herself for getting up.

"No, no, nom" Wally said quickly as he sped over to her, "You can't get up,"

"No, and why not?...AH!" she queried while leaning up.

"Well because you got shot in the back, and J'onn had to put stitches in it, so it'll be tender for a bit," he answered while helping her lean back down.

"Great. Hey where's Ira?" she asked caringly.

"Oh, she's fine, you blocked the fall for her. I was just playing some games with her." He walked over and got Ira from the Lazy Boy chair. "Here Ira, look it's you momma."

"Ah!" Ira screeched with delight as she was placed on Shay stomach.

Shay took both Ira's little hands in her own, closed her eyes and smiled.

"Thank you Wally," She said gratefully as Ira started to fall asleep on Shay's chest.

"Oh no problem, just here to help," he said as he started to walk away.

Shay caught him by his hand before he left. He looked down into her beautiful bright eyes. "I mean it Wally. Thank you, for everything."

He bent down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, "Don't worry about it."

Chapter 8 will be up within a week.