Olivia was more surprised that she had been given two days of peace and quiet than she was to receive the message on her communicator; there was some big meeting happening up on the Satellite, and she needed to be there. Saying good-bye to her parents, she was quickly teleported up to the Satellite. Having just been summoned and still on the teleporter pad were Kamal and Aidan. The latter smiled as she walked over, taking her hand and squeezing it quickly. Seeing him again, she realized just how much she had missed him, even more than she thought she had.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" he asked quietly, as the three of them began to walk through the Satellite, to the conference room. They both ignored Kamal; if he wanted to, he could hear every word they would have said. It was easier just to let him listen in; there was less frustration and no one felt insulted.

Olivia shrugged, sighing somewhat. "Not too bad. The nausea comes and goes, but I think part of it had to do with staying at my parents'. I think Pop wore me down over the past couple days. He does have a point, though. LA is dangerous. Moving away may not be a bad idea."

"I am not moving in with your family," he said. "I'll end up in a wheelchair, if I'm not dead."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I wasn't going to move back in. I was just thinking of getting our own place. Nearby."

"We could get our own place nearby in Central City," Aidan pointed out.

"Central City is six hours from my parents," she said. "Seattle is sixteen seconds away for your family."

"For my father," he corrected.

"You've been playing super taxi to me for the past year and a half."

Aidan blushed. "It's not the same!"

From behind them came Kamal's voice. "Not as different as you think, or did you think you were hatched?"

Both of them turned to glare at him, before they walked through the open double doors into the conference room. The majority of the room was taken up by the white table that sat in the middle, with two dozen chairs around it. Currently, however, most of the chairs were empty. With the three of them coming in, the population of the room was only eight. They all sat down, Olivia and Aidan on the left side of the table, Kamal on the right. They were all in their costumes, of course; it was expected, when one was on the Satellite.

Standing up at the front was a man, very well-maintained brown hair, wearing red and gold. "Ah, now that the three of you are here, we can begin," Captain Marvel said. Olivia leaned back in the seat somewhat, crossing her arms. "As you can see here, our roster as of late has been rather thin. Therefore, we're going to need to start looking for new recruits to fill in the gaps. Currently, we're looking at one individual." In the center of the table, a holographic image appeared. It showed a man, a little over six foot, with red hair and green eyes, in a red jumpsuit with a blue and yellow American star on the chest.

"Ay, he's a good Irish boy, ain't he?" Olivia said, in a horrible Irish accent. Aidan snickered, and Kamal glared at her, but Marvel continued on.

"This is Steel," he said. "He's looking for entrance into the League."

"So, we just put it to a vote, right?" Olivia said.

Marvel shook his head. "It's not that simple. Normally, I would say yes, but… well, let's just say he's not very experienced."

"Neither was I," she put in, leaning forward.

"No, but you had proven yourself," he said. "That is what we need here. One of you is going to go down and watch him. Find out if he's Justice League material, then report back. Now, do I have any volunteers?"

Looking around the table, Olivia could see that no one else was jumping up to baby sit the possible rookie. She knew it was a good chance to get a little easy work in, especially with the baby and all, and she would be the best candidate to sit in the bleachers and still be able to help at a moment's notice. What kind of response she would get for volunteering, she'd find out in a moment.

"I'll do it," she said, putting a gloved hand palm-down on the table. "I can stay back far enough to be out of the way and still make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Under her breath, she added, "Besides, it'd be nice to see my replacement in action."

Marvel frowned. "What was that?"

She shrugged. "I'll tell you in a few months, maybe." As soon as she said it, she knew it was a lie; he was the current leader of the Justice League. He had the right to know what was going on with his members. It didn't mean it was going to be any easier to tell him, though. She had managed to stutter for almost ten minutes before she managed to let Kamal know, and she had known him for years. He admitted having his suspicions on the subject, until a couple days ago, however.

"All right, Olivia, you'll go down and meet with Steel. He's already been made aware that a member of the League will be seeing him soon, so all you have to do is show up. The address is in the main computer."

Pressing her lips together, she nodded. Even on the Satellite, it seemed that no one could get out of the habit of calling her by her name. Fortunately, they managed to somehow remember it when they were on the ground, in action, at least.

"If that is all, then this meeting is adjourned." Marvel turned around, and the seven of them stood up. She touched Aidan's arm gently before he left, and he turned back, eyebrows raised questioningly.

"I'll let him know what's going on," Olivia said. "You go do whatever it is you speedsters do to let off some steam."

"Got it." He was gone before the last syllables reached her ears, and she sighed, walking up to Marvel. He frowned slightly and she wrung her hands together.

"Hey, Cap, I uh….we have…well, it's not so much a problem, as it is a situation on our hands," she began. "I know there were times when there were old League members who sort of were…you know... they were only around sometimes, like Batman and all."

"That was the old Batman," Marvel told her. "Kamal seems a bit more…solid than his father was. He knows that he can do more good here than he can only in Gotham. I would have thought you'd be more concerned with Flash leaving than Kamal."

Olivia tried hard not to glare. "Go easy on Aidan," she said. "He's going to be a father soon."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. And...I'm sorta going to be the mother." She looked up, realizing her eyes had traveled down to the table. Her fingers hurt as she wrung them, but it let her keep her concentration. The somewhat shocked look on Marvel's face was starting to be the normal reaction she was getting.

"Oh. Well, if you're that concerned we have positions up here in the Satellite that you can take. There's always a need for someone on monitor duty."

Olivia allowed a relieved smile. "I was hoping you'd say something like that," she admitted. "But that's not my main concern. I'm worried if this leaks out to the public. It's only a matter of time before I can't hide it any longer, and we may have to deal with a lot of conservative backlash when it's learned that an unmarried teen in the Justice League is pregnant. Besides, I don't want anyone to know. If someone gets the bright idea of hurting my- our- baby, there's no guaranteeing someone won't end up in the morgue."

"Well, as for the pregnancy, when people find out, they'll just have to deal with the facts," Marvel said. Olivia was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected that to come from him, of all the Leaguers. "As for the second, the Satellite is safe. If you're here, then none of those crazed lunatics you're worried about should be able to get to you."

Olivia nodded. "Good. Just so we all know what's going on. Oh, and could you sorta…keep this quiet for a little while? There's no reason for the rest of the League to suspect until there's something to see."

"Who else knows?" Marvel asked.

"Bats and D. Other than that, just you."

He nodded. "No problem."

She smiled again. "All right. I've got an address to get and a transporter to catch." She made her way out of the conference room, and back through the halls. She ducked into the small locker room that had her name on it, and put on her normal street clothes over the costume. There was no reason to show up on a man's doorstep in complete get-up, especially when she didn't know what kind of response she would get. Not being one of the more well-known of the group, Olivia liked hiding in the shadows and staying out of the limelight. She could do more damage from there, anyway. Finally, she made her way to the monitor room. Dealer- D, as she always called him- was sitting at the main station. He looked up when he saw her, smiling somewhat.

"You're going to Detroit," he said, his voice it's usual eerie quiet. "Apartment 1009, 338 West Boulevard."

Olivia nodded, stepping up onto the transporter pad. "Okay, anything else I need to know?"

"No. But I will let you know if I have anything." With that, she was enveloped in blue light, and appeared in a small, dingy hallway. Looking up, she saw a door with 1009 written- actually written- on it. Sighing, she knocked on the door and waited.

The man who answered had the same green eyes and red hair as the one in the holo, but that was where the similarities ended. He was wearing a sweat-soaked muscle shirt, holding a 120-lb weight in his right hand. He looked over her quickly. "Can I help you?"

"Steel?" she asked quietly.

He frowned somewhat. "Who's asking?"

"The Justice League sent me," she said, showing him her ID card. He opened his eyes a little wider, then moved out of the doorway.

"Please, come in. Sorry about the mess." He definitely had something to apologize for. The place was a small, one bedroom apartment. The living room had a single TV propped up on milk crates, though most of it taken up by gym equipment. Lying around were towels and clothes, and through the kitchen doorway she could see the counter littered with cans, some soda, some beer, and empty pizza boxes. The only wall decoration was a single posted pinned onto the wall of some blonde supermodel.

"Nice bachelor pad," Olivia said, as she stepped around a discarded shirt.

"Thanks," he said. "Not to be rude and all, but who are you again?"

"Green Arrow," she replied. The look on his face told her that he had heard of her before.

"You're Green Arrow?" he asked. "Wow, I never thought…I mean….that bank heist in Seattle two weeks ago. That was some nice work."

"I didn't think news like that traveled all the way out here," she said.

"Yeah, well, you are a member of the Justice League and all. Besides, I've been sorta keeping tabs on you off and on, whenever something shows up in the newspaper. I'm sort of a fan."

Olivia tried hard not to roll her eyes. Damn, am I glad I'm out of the dating scene. "Right. Well, the League sent me to check on you. They're looking into asking you to join, but you're going to have to prove it to us first. You and I are gonna go out on a little test. Rules of the test: Don't confuse hot dogging with actually doing something. I'm guilty of that myself. Secondly, I'm only going to be watching, and I won't be interfering unless I need to. I'll be way behind you. Way behind you; it is why I'm called Green Arrow, after all."

Steel nodded. "So, what are we doing?"

Olivia shrugged. "That's up to you," she said. "It's all part of the test. You tell me what you think we should be doing. Stopping a bank heist, or a store robbery, or going after the corporations. It's all your choice."

Steel seemed to be thinking for a moment. "All right," he said finally. "I guess…we should patrol the city."

That's an easy answer Olivia thought. "All right. But you're not doing it in that, are you?"

"Huh?" he looked down, at his sweat-stained clothes. "Oh, right, let me get changed real quick." As he disappeared into the single bedroom, Olivia took the moment to get out of her street clothes, and was standing there in her costume when he returned. He seemed a bit surprised, but frowned. "Uh, if you're Green Arrow, where's your bow?"

She gave him an ironic smile, reaching into the small pocket and pulling out a green Zippo. Flipping it quickly, it expanded, folding out into her bow. His eyes went wide. "Are we ready?" He nodded, going over to the window. He leapt out-

-and fell directly to the ground, causing the entire building, and the buildings around him, to shake. The pavement was even somewhat crumpled underneath him.

"Yeah, you get an A plus in collateral damage," she muttered to herself, climbing down the fire escapes nimbly. She wasn't about to be outdone by a three-ton muscle head. Once she had gotten down to the street, Steel went off, and she followed behind, ready to assist- as, with what she had seen from him already, she certainly would have to do.