Author's Notes: I don't own any characters, with the exception of Beth, the narrator, and Mrs. Underhill. Hehe. Ok, um, I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while (it's not like anyone was reading it anyway) I was spending most of my time on my other fic, Genie in a Bottle (you should read it).

Liz---The proper name of the marvel super-hero is "Sub-mariner" so I was close.

Chapter Zwei (2)

"Ger!" I yelled at my brother, he was in the process of grabbing my favorite comic book, The Justice League. "Step away from the comic book!"

"I wanna read da comic book!" Ger pouted.

"Ger, you cannot read the comic book, it is like your sister's soul," Beth informed him.

"Mine!"

"No."

"MINE!"

"GER! You're so spoiled!" I shouted at him, interrupting their argument.

"Mine. Mine. Mine..." Ger chanted.

"Give it back!" I shouted, as I took the comic book away from and mentally cursed the movie, "Finding Nemo."

"I wanna watch Veggie Tales!" Ger said happily.

"No, you can't. Beth and I were going to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," and complain about how much they changed the book.

"Veggie Tales!"

"NO!" Beth interjected, she cringed at the thought of having to hear the techno version of "The Pirates that Don't do Anything." Last time we watched it he played it thousands of times and sang and danced. "We are not watching Vegie Tales."

"Yeth, we are!"

"Ger, stop being a brat." I can't believe how much of a brat my brother is. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.

"Look, we'll watch Veggie Tales, if you agree to go to bed right after." How was Beth so smart? She always managed to manipulate my brother into getting out of our way.

"Okay!" Ger agreed, smiling.

"Alright, let's watch that movie," I said, "Thankfully it's only 55 minutes."

The background music in the movie blared: "Oh, wheeeeerrrrreee is my hairbrush? Oh, wheeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee is my hairbrush?"

"I'm so sick of this movie," I sighed. Beth nodded her head in agreement, although, I'm not quite sure she's awake. She seems kind of dead, maybe she's just trying to escape the horrible movie and bad CGI...

"Yay!" my brother clapped. "Thankth you Des-y!"

"Desiree," I sighed. I hate it when people shorten my name. It's bad enough, but they don't have to change it around. A name is a name, even if that name sucks...

"Hey, Des," Beth called, she was waving a comic book in front of my face, that seemed to resemble being as old as this blasted house.

"Woah," I was mesmerized, "is that what I-I-I th-think it is?!"

"Yup," she grinned, "it is." The first comic book—ever—with the Justice League, I couldn't believe it.

"Ohmygod!" I started to hyperventilate. "Bu—but I th-thought that there was only one remaining c—copy of that left in the entire U.S, and it was just bought!"

"No, ya' think?" she asked, sarcastically, of course.

"I was the one that bought it!" she smiled.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in sheer happiness.

"Des? Deeeesssss? Desiree?" Beth called. "Are you awake?" Her face was beginning to come into focus. Damn. I should have known it was a dream.

"Huh?" I was so confused.

"You started screaming randomly...but not out of fear...it kind of looked like you had just gotten your hands the first appearance of the Justice League, Brave and the Bold #28," Beth added, thoughtfully.

"I did," I whined, dryly. "I dreamt that you had just bought the last remaining copy, and you were showing it to me."

"Ouch."

"Why'd you have to wake me up?!" I snapped.

"Sorry," Beth laughed. Good ol' Beth... "Too bad it was just a dream," she added as a side-note.

"SSSSHHHHHH," shushed Ger.

"Ok, ok, sorry."

"THE END!" he said, and, obnoxiously, started clapping.

"Finally," Beth and I sighed simultaneously.

"Time for bed," I said, and carried him up the stairs and into his room.

"Goodnight," he said sweetly, what a rarity...

"So," asked Beth, "what now?"

"Let's read the Justice League #9 on the internet!" I suggested, if we actually had that comic book, we wouldn't have to resort to the internet...

"Cool." We walked over to the computer and sat down.

"It would be really nice if we didn't have to do this, maybe if my mother dearest would actually buy me comic books." She thinks I'm obsessed, and that I spend to much time reading them...but they're awesome!

"Tell me about it," Beth sighed, her parents didn't recognize the necessity of having comic books, either. She was already onto the website: The organized mess of the website always enthralls me. It has tons of categories to choose from, searches, user-names, but it's always a mess of comics and reviews.

"Here we are," I said, clicking on the Justice League #9 button. After a few moments, we were both done with the page, I clicked the next page button at the bottom corner of the screen, but instead of zipping to the next page my computer started emitting a very strange sound, much like the sound of The Flash while he's trying to outrun Superman.

"What's going on with your computer?" Beth asked, did I detect a hint of fear in her voice? Nah.

"Maybe it has a virus," I said, but it was more like a hopeful question.

"Yeah, yeah. You're probably right." The sound paused for a second, and something flashed onto the screen, but was gone before I could even begin to process what it could be. "Maybe we should go get your brother, if he wakes up on his own, he'll be nearly impossible to calm him down."

"Very good point; do you want to go get him, or should I?" I asked her, out of politeness, I, personally, want to figure out what the bleeding he is wrong with the computer.

"I'm going to take a wild stab and guess that you'd rather dissect this in some logical way, so I'll just go get him," Beth said, confidently. It was strange, how well she knows me, I mean.

"Ok, that's good," I said, but added, "hurry back!"

I think she shouted something in acknowledgment, but it was hard to tell over the deafening roar the computer was emitting, plus the flashing, on and off, of images on the screen: The Flash, Kryptonite, The Green Lantern's Ring, Batman's mask, Robin's cape. I don't really have a good feeling about this... "Beth!" I shouted, becoming more and more insecure as the seconds wore on.

"Coming!" Beth yelled back. Before I knew it, she had a groggy-looking, Ger, in her arms and was on her way down the steps.

"What'th going on?" asked Ger, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, but failing miserably.

"Nothing, honey," I said, sweetly. Wrong thing to do; Ger isn't stupid, he knew immediately, when I was being nice, that it meant something was seriously wrong. I mentally slapped myself for being so thick.

"Yeahth, right," Ger responded, sticking out his tongue, and crossing his small arms over his chest.

"Ju—" I began, but at that moment the computer let out a blinding flash of red light, and then there was nothing. I clutched onto Ger and Beth out of sheer fear of what was happening. When I finally opened my eyes... "Beth, Ger, we're not in Kansas anymore."

Author's Notes: Hey, so what'd you think? Loved it, hated it? Let me know. Ok, so that was the end of the exposition, let the fun begin!

Next Chapter: We find out that the characters are not quite themselves...but rather, in superheroes' bodies.

Future Events: Things just pick up pace and get really cool...I promise.