Author's note: Hi! I just wanted to thank those of you who have reviewed this story! I deeply appreciate the feedback I have received. Hotshot asked about the kind of story this is going to be. The Titans will be making an appearance and their role in this story is really going to be more than a simple cameo, I promise! This isn't just an origin story; it's a story including an origin story:) Thanks again for the support Hotshot45, GameVeteran69, Sierra Longan, LadyKnight, and yes, I know who you are! ;)

"Okay, it's okay! What were you doing?" Mike asked. We were on the phone again and I was hysterical.

"I was at the mall with Mary and she was making out with her boyfriend and I was waiting for her to be done and I sneezed and all of a sudden I was in my room! I don't get it! I was at the mall, and then I'm at my house! I don't get it! How does a person do that? I just-"

"Okay, okay, I understand, but, Liz, you need to calm down. Take a breath. Now, are you okay?"

"Yes…"

"Are you in one piece?"

"Yes…"

"Okay, now…"

"But Mike I'm not at the mall anymore!"

"No, honey, you're not…"

"I was at the mall not even a minute ago and now I'm home!" I went on. "I called Mary and told her that I caught a ride home because I wasn't feeling good but that's not the truth! I'm feeling fine! Well, not really fine, I'm scared out of my wits! Ha ha, I'm so scared…"

"I know you are honey; I'm so sorry. I'm going to come over, is that okay?"

"Y-yeah, that's okay. I'm home alone."

"Home alone on a Friday night? You definitely need me to come over. See you in a few." I laughed nervously.

"Okay, bye." I turned off my phone and dropped on my bed. I felt like my skin was crawling; what just happened? For the first time in two weeks I managed to go for a WEEK without accidentally ghosting through something, or breaking something, or turning invisible…then this happened! I wanted to change into my pajamas, get in bed, and never leave my room. I got off the bed and took off my jeans; all of my clothes were too big. I was definitely losing weight and now my pajamas were the only things that fit me properly. What really made my weight loss strange was the fact that I was hungry all the time; I ate so much food that I couldn't understand how I could possibly be losing weight. I would have to have the metabolism of a squirrel or something.

I was in bed watching the news when the doorbell rang. I took my bag of popcorn as I opened the door for Mike. He had a handful of papers in his hands.

"Are you doing any better?" he asked.

"A little…" I replied as I shut the door behind him.

"Okay, because I brought you stuff." He walked to our kitchen, grabbed a glass of water then told me, "Come on, we're going downstairs." I followed mindlessly as Mike got on the computer. Asit loaded he asked, "Hey, you wouldn't mind if you could…uh…"

"What?" I asked. He nodded his head towards the weight bar and his eyes lit up. I rolled my eyes as I collected the weights and tossed them on the bar. Mike jumped up and down in his seat.

"YAY! Now, what's your password?" he asked.

"123qwe." I replied as I put the rest of the weight on the bar. "Are you ready?" I asked. Mike typed in the password, looked at me, and nodded vigorously. I lifted up the bar and lazily tossed it around. Mike squealed as he watched me. "That's three hundred pounds…are you happy now?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks Liz." As I put the bar back down I heard him say, "I NEVER get tired of seeing that." He typed a few things then said, "Viola!" I walked over to the computer and saw in big letters "HOW TO BECOME A SUPER HERO".

"Oh, Mike…honestly." I said, totally exasperated.

"Okay listen…" He cleared his throat. "How to become a superhero: Number one! Volunteer or get…involved…hang on a second." I took a seat as Mike clicked around a few times and said, "God, where did that stupid page go?"

"Listen, Mike, I'm sorry but I'm not really-" Mike turned to face me and said,

"Right, point taken…so!" He got out the papers he walked in the door with. "So I brought these." He handed the papers to me and I looked through them. They were sketches of people in costume. Mike's mom was a seamstress and he worked in their tailor shop, so he knew what he was doing when it came to clothes. Any other time I would have been slightly excited but not now. "Aren't they great! I designed them." As Mike talked about his costumes I zoned out…what was he thinking? I just came out of a crisis and he was there exploring costume options for a non-existent alter ego? I put down the papers and walked out of the basement. I went upstairs back to my bed where I cuddled up into a ball. My best friend didn't even care about the fact that I was upset. I heard my door open. Mike walked in and asked jokingly,

"So…I guess you didn't like the drawings?" I didn't reply. Mike sat behind me on the bed and put a hand on my shoulder. "Honey, I'm sorry," He said, "I really spaced that you were having a tough time." I sniffed and he continued, "I've just been really excited about this whole thing, for you, and I wanted to help as much as I can. As for accidentally teleporting around…I can't imagine what that would be like…" 'No kidding…' I thought bitterly. I rolled over on to my back and told Mike,

"Mike, thanks for trying to cheer me up. I just…need sleep…" Mike nodded and said,

"Well, sleep tight, okay?" I clenched my teeth as I replied,

"Okay…" Mike left my room and I flipped over on my pillow. I was so frustrated…what next? Flying? I'd accidentally zoom around the city? I thought on that for a moment. 'Flying wouldn't be so bad…' I thought. 'Maybe I should cross my fingers and hope for the next freak thing to come along.' I reached over to my nightstand and turned out my light. The TV lit up my room but I fell asleep anyways.

FLASH

There was silence and cold of outer space all around me. I saw satellites and stars everywhere. Then there was earth and suddenly I zoomed away from it. The stars moved like that screen saver on my computer; I stopped and saw space ships zooming around. There were three small red ships attacking one large steel ship. The large ship maneuvered well for a ship of its size and it was clear that it was fighting a losing battle. The three smaller ships fired yellow lasers at the large ship. That moment words came to my brain: "Drow attack ships…out numbered…only survivor…seeking reinforcements…" That moment the ship changed. It became see-through, except for a green haze that appeared to outline it. The three ships zoomed around as if the large ship was no longer in sight. They began to release a white fog from their hulls; at the fog's appearance, the larger ship zoomed away leaving the three ships behind. I moved with the ship and as it moved I heard: "Sole survivor…reinforcements…will attempt landing…" Suddenly earth was back in sight again and the ship and I were slowly approaching.

I woke up to the sound of my television. I rolled onto my back, looked at my ceiling and thought, 'What kind of dream was that?' I grabbed my clicker and clicked off the television. I felt dizzy and my head hurt. I reached into the lower drawer of my nightstand and grabbed my bottle of Advil. I didn't know where that headache came from but frankly I didn't like it; last time I got a headache like this was when I had the black box. "Greeeeeeeat…" I moaned as I planted my face in my pillow.

The rest of that day was pretty strange; I felt tired no matter how much coffee I drank. Sure the headache went away but my overwhelming desire to nap was just weird. I ended up napping at least three more times that day and each time I dreamt a similar dream. The see-through ship neared earth each time I dreamt and I heard more and more about "attempting to land" and "reinforcements". I decided not to call Mike and tell him about it. After last night with the web site and the costumes, who knew what crazy idea he'd come up with? Of course, being a Saturday, it was chore day, and tired or not I still had to clean house.

"Uh, Liz?" Amy asked me on the phone. "You've been acting weird…" I was mopping the floor as I talked with her.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You're…just…you seem worried about something. I mean…is there something going on that you want to talk about? Because-" I replied over confidently,

"Amy, there's nothing wrong. I can't sleep so I've been dragging butt. That's it. I'm actually surprised that you said something." I dipped the mop in water and wrung it out.

"Liz. You're my friend. I notice stuff." I smiled as she laughed. "Besides, everybody gets stuff on their minds. That's why friends are there: to help. At least…I'm here anyways." I laughed. I really did have stuff on my mind. Today I was tired but that wasn't why I was acting weird the last few weeks. The real reason was because I didn't want to accidentally turn invisible in the hallway or accidentally ghost through my locker, and now I was paranoid that every time I sneezed I would teleport somewhere.

"Amy, thanks…I really appreciate you asking. I promise nothing is wrong."

"Okay, but if I hear about some girl running around saving the world then I'm going to start asking some questions!" She laughed innocently and I forced a laugh.

After I proceeded to vacuum the house, mop the floor, dust the rooms, clean the bathrooms, and wash the towels, I was done with my chores. I had to do so much because Brent was out of town for a "Student Council Convention" AKA a huge party at Henry's beach side condo. It was a three-day weekend so there was "no way" Brent could do his chores. I crashed on my couch with a bag of craisins and I watched some music videos. I was still tired. As the perky pop music played in the background my eyelids got heavy and I fell asleep

"Not much power…will…landing…need food… supplies" The voice said as the see-through ship entered the earth's atmosphere. The hull turned red from the heat of entry and I watched the ship zoom toward North America, then the west coast, then California. I watched the lights of Los Angeles pass beneath us. The ship was getting closer and closer to the ground at an accelerating speed. 'Is it supposed to go that fast when it lands?' I wondered as I watched. I was amazed to see the ship zoom over my school and into an abandoned car lot. The ship crashed through piles of rusted cars and then finally land down on Earth. When the ship finally stopped skidding a few walls of cars fell around it and a cloud of dirt went into the air. I heard one last time: "Need help…contact…food…this is Gamma19…please…"

"Gosh you must have worked really hard today…" I awoke to see my dad sitting by me with a hand on my shoulder. I rubbed my eyes as he said, "Thanks for cleaning today."

"You're welcome." I replied groggily. My dad asked,

"Do you want to go upstairs? To bed?" I opened my mouth but this time the dream really left an impression. Whatever was in the ship, whatever "Gamma19" was, it needed help. My overwhelming sense of curiosity began to scheme as I replied,

"Yeah, I think I will." My dad smiled as he said,

"Okay!" As he helped me to my feet I decided to sneak out of my house. If the dream was accurate then I knew where the ship was. There was a junkyard a few blocks away from my school. I'd go there on my bike and check it out, I had super powers…I could handle anything…