A/N: So this little monstrosity below was born from an idea that sparked during a conversation with DisneyFreak010. Given that the episodes This Little Piggy and Dead Reckoning exist...this is a plausible thing that could happen in the DCAU. Now go read her HGGL stuff and her Rann/Thanagar War fanfic!

John stretched in his chair as he was on monitor duty in the Metro Tower. He let out a sigh, less than an hour left and he'd be off duty. Shayera had been called off with Batman, Flash, and Wonder Woman on a League mission. Something about the sorceresses Circe causing trouble somewhere in Greece. All John knew was that he wasn't all too concern. With Shayera's Nth metal mace, she would have an easy time on the mission. He then smirked. After she was back neither of them had any monitor shifts for the rest of the day. Unless one of them got called off on a League mission than they would be free for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

"Hey John," Mister Terrific's voice suddenly came over his commlink. "Batman's team is returning to the Metro Tower. They'll be teleporting back in under ten seconds."

"Roger that Terrific," John replied as he then smirked. Maybe if he was lucky he could talk Wally into watching Rex and Emma overnight so he and Shayera could have the entire night to themselves for once.

"John! John!" Wally suddenly yelled the second he materialized on the teleportation pad holding a snarling and yapping Pomeranian in his hands. He then immediately ran to the Green Lantern. "You gotta help me with her!"

"Um why did you bring back a dog with you?" John asked the speedster before him. "Or do I even want to know?"

Wally held the growling Pomeranian away from him at arm's length, "It's a long story that you're going to need to stay seated when you hear it. Trust me on this."

"Wait a minute Shayera was sent with you guys," John then paused as he saw Shayera's mace attached to Diana's belt. "Where is Shayera and why do you have her mace?"

"Circe got her," Diana replied and John's eyes immediately widened. Realizing how it had sounded, Diana shook her head. "I didn't mean it like that. Shayera's relatively ok."

"What do you mean by relatively?" John said an eyebrow as he stood. "What happened to her?"

"This fuzzball was eating the trash so you're welcome I stopped her," Wally frowned as the dog attempted to bite at his hands. "Don't bite me! You can't eat trash even if you are a dog right now!"

Before John could speak any further Diana let out a sigh and spoke once more, "Unfortunately Circe was up to her old tricks again."

"Old tricks?" John asked in a confused tone.

Bruce curtly nodded, "Circe has a rather nasty habit of turning people into animals for her own amusement."

"Turn...into...animals..." John slowly repeated before he swallowed and looked closer at the orange tone of the Pomeranian's fur. He then noticed the dog's eye color. That shade of emerald wasn't natural to humans, let alone a dog. John knew of only three people on Earth who had that eye color. Two of which were his son and daughter; the other being his wife.

"Diana did say she was relatively ok," Bruce dryly commented. "Shayera's mace was proving to be quite effective against her as I predicted. Let's just say Circe didn't particularly enjoy that and became annoyed with Shayera."

John immediately felt his stomach twist into a knot as he stared with a slightly horrified look at the Pomeranian, "Please tell me that is not Shayera."

"Well," Wally started as he patted the top of the dog's head. "Technically it's Shayera but I don't think mentally it's Shayera. Ow! She bit me! You take her!"

Wally held the growling dog out to John and who momentarily paused. He reluctantly took hold of the dog and immediately held her away once she began to twist her body in order to bite his hands.

"You sure she didn't give her rabies too?" John asked as she began snarling and barking. "This is overly aggressive, even if it is Shayera."

"This is just fantastic," Batman sarcastically muttered and frowned. "Either shut her up or get her out of here before she gives us all migraines! I had enough of listening to her barking!"

John sat next to Wally in the rec room of the Metro Tower and rubbed his temples as the Pomeranian continued on with her high-pitched yapping. Perhaps putting her in a crate construct hadn't been his best idea. After all Shayera was claustrophobic. Though John wasn't too sure whether Shayera was really conscious in that body and was of sound mind. Judging by all of the dog-like behaviors, John was assuming she wasn't.

Wally placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's not that bad."

"How is this not bad Wally?" John snapped at him. "My wife is a dog!"

"It could be worse," the speedster shrugged. "She could have been turned into...I don't know a tiger?"

John groaned and rolled his eyes, "That's all I would have needed. This is bad enough."

John looked back down at Shayera. Thankfully she had stopped barking but went back to snarling. He shouldn't have been so surprised with how aggressive she was; perhaps a bit of Shayera's personality was leaking through.

"What am I supposed to do with her like this?" John asked Wally.

Wally shrugged again, "How am I supposed to know? Bats said him and Diana would find Circe as soon as possible. I guess you'll have to take her home. Pretend she's a pet."

John groaned once more, "That's the last thing I want to do. The last thing Shayera would want is for Emma and Rex to see her like this."

"Maybe she won't be as aggressive," Wally pointed out. "Maybe deep-down Shayera's still in there and being around them will calm her down. You know how much Shayera loves them. Maybe it'll make something click in that little dog brain of hers."

"That sounds insane and moronic," John sighed. "But considering the circumstances, it's possible it could work. Problem is that they don't get out of school for another three hours."

"Uncle Wally can fix that," he nudged him. "Early dismissal anyone?"

John looked back over to Shayera, who had begun to gnaw on the cage construct, "I don't care what excuse you use. Get them here as soon as you can."

Wally nodded, "I'll be one hour or less guaranteed." He then zipped off.

John raised an eyebrow as he watched Shayera continue to chew on the cage. "Still stubborn even as a dog. You're not going to be able to chew your way out of it Shay."

She folded her ears back and growled. John momentarily paused as the dog's eyes narrowed. Apparently Shayera still knew how to effectively glare even as a dog. This alone made John wonder if Shayera was cognizant to a degree.

"Look I'll let you out of there, just don't try to bite me again," John tried reasoning with her. He then rolled his eyes when he realized how ridiculous he seemed, "Great now I'm bargaining with a dog."

John warily looked over to Shayera, who had jumped onto the couch and sat there. Anytime he even made the slightest of movement she would show her teeth and snarl at him. Part of him wanted Wally to come back immediately. Another part of him didn't want his eight-year-old daughter and six-year-old son here at that very moment. He didn't know if he had the patience to deal with much more today.

"Dad! Uncle Wally said we're going to Disney World!" Emma exclaimed as she ran into the rec room with Rex not far behind her as they both threw their bookbags to the floor.

"Are we really going to to Disney?" Rex asked.

"We're not going to Disney," John let out a frustrated groan and narrowed his eyes at Wally. "I didn't mean make up an excuse like that Wally."

Wally nervously chuckled as he scratched the back of his head and shrugged, "What? It's the best I could come up with."

John then saw the plastic bags in Wally's hand, "What's in the bags?"

"Trust me, it's stuff you'll need," the speedster replied.

Emma then gasped as she raced around the couch, "It's a dog!"

"A dog!?" Rex exclaimed as they both ran towards said dog.

"Wait!" Emma immediately picked up Shayera in a hug before he could stop her.

Surprisingly Shayera didn't growl nor show her teeth. She instead let out a small snort as she allowed Emma to hold her. John was relieved at this. Perhaps Shayera was still in there as Wally had said. Being around Emma and Rex did seem to have calmed her down considerably to the point she wasn't growling or barking anymore.

"Told ya it'd work," Wally smirked as he looked over at John.

"Is it a girl dog? Can we name her Fluffy? No wait let's name her Fifi!" Emma excitedly rambled.

"If it's a boy dog can we name him Godzilla?" Rex asked. "Or what about Potato?"

John let out a long sigh as he looked up at the ceiling, "Look guys...um...how do I put this?"

"We get to keep the dog at least right?" Emma asked him with a look of sadness taking over her features. "I mean since we're not going to Disney apparently."

"Yes and no," he slowly replied as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. "Look it's...um...your mother is...um..."

"Was this Mom's idea?" Rex asked as he looked confused. "I thought Mom hated dogs."

"Ironically she does," John muttered before speaking up. "This remotely wasn't your mother's idea at all. I can assure you on that. That is your mother."

"What's Mom?" Emma tilted her head as Rex took the dog from her.

John swallowed as he exhaled and gestured at the dog, "That is."

Emma and Rex's eyes both widened, "Mom's a dog!?"

"Look I know it sounds insane but there was a little accident on the last League mission she went on. It involved some magic and well...this happened," John explained. "We're working on getting her changed back. We just don't know how long that's going to take."

"So we going to keep Mom at home as a dog?" Rex asked.

John inhaled sharply as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Yes we are."

"Mom's super fluffy and cute as a dog," Rex chuckled as he scratched behind her ear but then looked up at John with a perplexed expression. "Does Mom even know what's going on?"

John watched as Shayera's tail had begun to wag at the petting, "No she doesn't. At least we're pretty sure she doesn't." In the back of his mind, John was really hoping Shayera didn't know what was going on. At least for her own dignity.

"So it's kinda not Mom at the same time," Emma slowly said as she poked the side of the dog's head. "Right?"

John shrugged, "Sorta...kinda...yeah I guess. We're better off taking her home and keeping her there. The last thing we need is for her to get lost."

"If you're going home then you'll need this stuff," Wally held the bags out to John.

"What's in the bags Wally?" John asked in a wary tone.

Wally placed the bags on the couch and began to rifle through them, "Well first is a harness and a leash." He took out the rhinestone-studded, pink leash and harness.

John sighed and gave him an unamused look as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Wally you know Shayera hates pink."

"I got pink since she decided to bite me. It's called payback," Wally said with a serious expression before going back to the bags. "Next is doggy food. I got you some cans of wet food. I don't know if she'll eat it but your guess is as good as mine so good luck. The last and most important items," Wally took out a handful of dog toys. "You gotta have squeaky toys."

"Wally what am I supposed to do with this stuff if Shayera gets turned back within a few hours?" John asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Wally waved him off, "Don't worry about it. Just give the stuff back to me and I'll find a good home for it all. The Flash goes to the animal shelters regularly. I'll just bring it with me."

"Ow she bit me!" Emma yelped as Shayera began to growl at her.

"Well you pulled on her ear. What did you think would happen?" Rex rhetorically asked her and patted Shayera's head as he then hugged her. "You were a good girl Mom."

John let out a defeated sigh as he took the bags from Wally and looked over at the three, "Emma don't antagonize your mother. Rex...just keep doing whatever you're doing to keep her calm."

"Come on Mom, stay still!" Emma was trying to hold down Shayera as John attempted to get the harness on her. Apparently Shayera was having none of this and was fighting against them with every ounce of strength her current five-pound, furry, little body could muster. "Ow!"

"Shayera you can't bite Emma!" John reprimanded her but then sighed. "Not like you even know what I'm saying."

"I think she hates the color," Rex said. "Mom was never girly."

"Dogs are colorblind," Emma retorted. "Besides dogs are dumb so Mom doesn't know anything. Ow! Stop biting me!" Shayera started snarling at Emma before she began to bark at her. "It's not my fault you're a dumb dog!"

"Mom isn't dumb just because she's a dog right now," Rex frowned. "And dogs aren't completely colorblind. They can see yellow and blue."

"That's not yellow or blue you idiot," Emma argued with him. "What are you colorblind now too?"

John groaned as he shook his head, cursing the fact his children reminded him too much of both himself and Shayera when they bickered, "Both of you stop arguing already. That's not helping things."

"Sorry Dad," they both mumbled as Shayera snorted at them both.

"And that's enough out of you too Shayera," John pointed a finger at her as Shayera narrowed her eyes and growled at him. "Why is it that your glare is still that effective as a dog?"

"Maybe we gotta be nice about it," Rex picked up Shayera and hugged her. "Mom you gotta put the harness on. Pretty please?"

"Maybe she isn't going to respond to being called Mom. Let's just call her Fifi," Emma said as Shayera twisted herself around in Rex's arms and began to bark at her. "What's wrong with Fifi?"

"I don't think Mom likes being called Fifi either," Rex said as he took the harness from John and slipped it over her head. He then placed her on the ground and held out his hand to her. "Come on give me your paw."

Shayera merely sat down and narrowed her eyes at him.

John sighed and scratched the back of his head as he muttered, "Damn stubborn woman."

Rex gently picked up one of her paws and slipped it through one of the holes, "Please just make this easy and give me the other paw?" His response was a snort from her and Rex sighed. "Fine," he lifted her other paw through the other hole. He then attached the leash to the harness. "See? It wasn't that hard."

"Except we need to get her to walk now," Emma pointed out.

"That'll be easy," Rex gave a tug on the leash only for Shayera to push against the tugging with all of her might. Rex began to tug harder, "Come on Mom." Shayera growled as she laid down.

John rolled his eyes as he moved to picked her up. The second his fingers made contact with her fur, Shayera went ballistic. John immediately retracted his hands away and held his hands up in surrender, "Ok, ok! I won't pick you up."

Shayera barked at him a few more seconds before she snorted and laid back down.

"Just drag her," Emma said. "I've seen videos online where dogs refuse to move and the owners have to drag them. She'll just glide against the floor."

Rex contemplated this for a moment before he tugged on the leash and began to walk. Sure enough Shayera was being limply dragged behind him as she growled the entire time.

"At least we're getting her to move," John mumbled to himself as they walked out into the hallway. "Just get to the teleport pad as fast as possible. The less people that see this, the better."

Before they could get much further they heard a girlish squeal from in front of them.

"It's so cute!" Stargirl exclaimed as she ran over to them and knelt in front of the dog. She began to pet her head. "You're the fluffiest, little puppy!" Shayera apparently did not appreciate the comments and sunk her teeth into Stargirl's hand. "Ow!"

"Sorry," John quickly said to Stargirl as he ushered Rex and Emma forward. "Still in training."

Upon rounding the corner they were now face-to-face with Superman.

John just groaned as Shayera growled, "How could this get much worse?"

Clark raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know you got a dog John. Doesn't Shayera hate dogs?"

"Once again, ironically she does," John stated. "And we didn't get a dog."

"But then," Clark then pointed down to the Pomeranian. "What do you call that?"

"A long story," John replied with a sigh. "One involving Shayera, a League mission, and Circe."

"Circe?" Clark tilted his head slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. "You mean the sorceress that turns people into animals? What does that..." It was then a look of realization dawned onto the Kryptonian's face as he looked at the dog and then back up to John. "I feel so sorry for you."

John rubbed the back of his head, "Thanks I guess."

It was then they heard snarling and saw that Shayera had bitten into Superman's cape. Shayera began to snarl louder and kept her hold on the cape as Clark lifted it up.

"I think this belongs to you," Clark said in an amused tone.

"Come on Mom let go of Uncle Clark," Emma said as she tugged on her. "You're literally five pounds, why are you this strong?" She gave a hearty tug and, just as she did this, Shayera let go which caused Emma to fall onto her back.

Shayera simply sat on top of Emma's chest as her tail wagged. John could swear she had a glint of pride in her eyes as though she was proud with herself. She then jumped off of the Emma and trotted back over to Rex.

"Dad," Emma whined. "Mom's mocking me!"

John sat on the couch in their apartment as he rubbed his temples in the attempt to get rid of the dull headache that was forming. It didn't help that Shayera was currently barking nonstop.

Emma was sitting next to John covering her ears. "Why won't she shut up?"

Rex sat in front of her trying to offer Shayera every squeaky toy Wally had brought with little success. He looked over to Emma and shrugged, "I don't know maybe she's hungry. She doesn't wanna play with any of these toys."

John just groaned and put his face into his hands. The Green Lantern had a feeling the chances of her eating the dog food were low; even if she was currently a dog.

He let out a defeated sigh as he got off the couch and went into the kitchen, "Alright fine we'll try it. Anything to get her to stop barking." Immediately after peeling one of the lids off of the cans, John held the can away as though it was an explosive. "This stuff reeks. How do dogs eat this stuff?" John visibly grimaced after he turned the can over onto a plate and the jellied remnants stuck to the food. "Rex she seems to like you the most. Pick her up and bring her over here."

"Ok Dad," Rex picked up Shayera, who had immediately stopped barking but instead began to snarl. "You're gonna have good old dog food." He placed her on the floor in the kitchen. "I'm sure it taste good...to dogs."

"Shayera I am so sorry in advance," John muttered as he placed the plate on the floor. The Pomeranian stared at the plate for a moment before slowly looking up and narrowing her eyes. "What? Why are you glaring at me again? It's dog food. You're a dog." John underestimated the speed a Pomeranian could move at and ended up getting nipped on his ankle. "Don't bite me Shayera!"

"Dad are you sure Mom doesn't have rabies or something?" Emma asked as she walked over to the kitchen as well to watch the spectacle with a smirk.

John picked her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her away as she bit at the air, "At this point I'm entirely not sure if she does or not."

"Maybe she isn't hungry," Rex commented.

"Maybe she's just mad cause she's even shorter now," Emma snickered.

"Don't bite me," John said to Shayera in a warning tone as he set her down. John took a deep breath as he watched her run back out to the living room, jumped on the couch, and shook out her body. He could see the fur floating in the air and internally cringed. "She's getting dog hair everywhere."

"At least she isn't barking anymore," Emma pointed out.

John let out another sigh, "Well that's one small miracle."

"Um Dad?" Rex started in an uneven tone.

John looked over to him, "Yeah Rex?"

Rex pointed out to the living room, "Mom chewed a hole in the couch."

John rushed into the living room only to be greeted to the sight of Shayera ripping apart the cushion of the couch, pieces of the foam from the couch littered the floor. "How did you do this so fast? You were in here for less than a minute by yourself."

Shayera simply sat next to the hole she had chewed into the couch and wagged her tail. John was certain she was proud with herself at the destruction.

"You're the worst dog to ever exist," John muttered to her as the Pomeranian let her tongue hang out as she gave him a dog smile. He was without a doubt certain she was doing this on purpose to irritate him. "You're mocking me aren't you?" Shayera barked at him once and perked her ears up. "Scratch that, you're evil incarnate."

John found himself on the now damaged couch again with his head in his hands. Currently he was half-tempted to go himself to look for Circe and drag her all the way to Detroit to change Shayera back. Canine Shayera, he concurred, was absolutely worse than dealing with regular Shayera. Everything seemed to anger her, except for Rex. Thankfully he was currently the only person or thing that could calm her down when she got riled up.

The other issue had been dinner. Shayera absolutely refused to eat any of the dog food, which John couldn't blame her for. Upon Rex's suggestion, they got Chinese food. Normally it sickened John to see Shayera eat eel heads. With her being a dog it was somehow even more grotesque. John blamed this on the fact that he was the one who had to cut them into bite-sized portions for a tiny dog.

His train of thought was broken when he heard a brief squeal come from the kitchen. Even if she was a dog currently Shayera was still his wife. John felt concern welling in him as he quickly turned his head in the direction of the sound, "What are you two doing to her in there? Be careful not to hurt her."

"Dad look what we did!" Emma came running from the kitchen as she held up Shayera, who was now snarling. John wouldn't have been so fazed by this except that Emma had put whipped cream around the Pomeranian's muzzle.

Rex giggled as he ran up after her, "Now Mom definitely has rabies."

John opened his mouth to speak but instead just ended up sighing as he dropped his head into one of his hands and shook his head. Admittedly John had to bite back a chuckle at the sight. "Get that stuff off your mother and stop provoking her already," he replied in a stern tone.

"Fine," Emma rolled her eyes and sighed as she carried the enraged canine into the bathroom.

"I can't take much more of this," John mumbled to himself.

"Mom's not gonna be a dog forever is she Dad?" Rex asked as he sat next to him.

John heard Emma yelp, theorizing she got herself bit again, "No, at least, I pray she's not."

"Dad! She peed on my pillow!" He heard Emma yell a minute later.

As if on cue the Pomeranian walked out into the living room, sat directly in front of John, and tilted her head as though looking for approval.

John stared back at her for a moment before shrugging, "I'm actually not mad about that one. That was karma. I'll let it slide this time."

The rest of the evening went on with similar chaos. Multiple pillows throughout the apartment had been chewed to shreds; not including the couch acquiring two more holes in it. Unfortunately the Pomeranian also hadn't stopped at just marking her territory in Emma's room. John was contemplating if it would just be easier to burn everything than to wash it all. Though forcing Shayera to do laundry when she turned back into a Thanagarian could prove to be a good punishment for her. But then John realized having Shayera do laundry might prove to be more of a hinderance than a benefit.

John was currently trying to comprehend how a five-pound Pomeranian ended being able to jump up onto their bed. He also was wondering how to get said dog off of his pillow without risking getting bit for at least the thirtieth time today.

Shayera was sitting directly in the middle of his pillow as her tail slowly wagged back and forth. She was carefully watching each and every move John made. John knew she was tracking him.

John found himself smirking when he observed this, "You're just as observant even as a dog. Didn't lose your edge at all did you Shay?" The dog perked up her ears and tilted her head. "Yeah I'm talking about you. Understand that at all?" He sighed. "Who am I kidding? You don't understand a thing I say." He pointed to her side of the bed. "Go on, get over to your side. That's my pillow."

Shayera shook out her body, spreading dog hair much to John's annoyance everywhere, before she curled up on the pillow with a growl.

"I said move!" She simply barked at him. "Why not? It's my pillow, not yours. You don't even belong on the bed." She just continued to bark. "You're a dog. You should be sleeping on the floor." Again the only response was more barking. "Why is it that even when you're a dog we can bicker?" John shook his head and sighed, "You're not going to move are you?" He reached his hand out to her only for a snarl in response, causing him to quickly retract his hand away. "Nope, didn't think so. Just don't bite me in my sleep ok? Can you at least do that?" The dog snorted and John took that as affirmation.

John took a deep breath and exhaled before getting into bed on Shayera's side. Honestly John had to admit it wasn't too bad sleeping on Shayera's side of the bed. Her pillow smelled like her and John found that to be comforting at least. He could smell the fruity scent from her shampoo. There was also the faint aroma of her floral body wash.

John felt himself relax completely as he got lost in the familiar scents. He was dozing off to sleep when he was jolted awake when he felt something rest against his side. He looked down to see Shayera had curled up against him. He lightly chuckled, "Still a cuddler." He tentatively ran a hand through her fur. "Gotta admit you are very fluffy Shayera."

"John it's Batman," Bruce's voice came over John's commlink in the middle of the night.

John sighed as he put a finger to his ear, "Yeah Bruce?"

"We have Circe. We're holding her at Fate's Tower," he replied. "Get Shayera and bring her here immediately. We won't be able to hold her for much longer."

John sat up and yawned, "Got it. We're on our way." He closed the commline and looked over to see that his pillow had been torn to shreds over the night. That and Shayera was nowhere to be found. John groaned as he got out of bed. "Just great," he sarcastically mumbled. "You better have not marked your territory again."

Thankfully it didn't take him long to find her in Rex's room. Rex and Emma, who refused to sleep in her bed after the dog enacted her revenge, had their arms lightly draped over Shayera as she was sleeping in between them. As soon as John got close to the bed Shayera immediately woke up and growled at him.

John let out an amused snort, "Wally was right. You still unconditionally love them and are overprotective whether you know what's going on or not. It's ok Shay, take it easy." The dog slowly walked to the side of the bed and sat down as she looked up at him. John carefully picked her, "At least you're not biting me anymore." He quietly walked out of the bedroom and placed a finger to his ear, "Lantern to Watchtower."

"Yo GL! What's hanging?" Static's voice came over the commlink.

John smirked, "I see you got the overnight shift."

"Yeah I got stuck with it this time. Ya know I really thought I could have gotten out of it but J'onn wouldn't let me. That guy has got to chill," Virgil complained. "Do they make Martian chill pills?"

"I don't know about that kid but listen I need a transport to the Tower of Fate. Think you can do that?"

"Right...Doctor Fate's Tower..." he slowly said. "Um I gotta look in the computer for it. Might take me a minute."

"Now why should I transform her back?" Circe asked as she fought against the binding spell being cast by Doctor Fate. "That would absolutely be of no fun for me."

Fate was struggling to keep her bound in his spell. He let out of grunt as he focused more power into his spell, "Hopefully John Stewart arrives quickly. That mace is tampering with the mythical properties of this premises. My own magic is being hampered by it."

Diana held Shayera's Nth metal mace right under Circe's chin as Bruce spoke up, "I'll let her hit you with it again. I'm sure you can tell Diana hits harder than Shayera does."

"Do your worst," Circe chuckled. "There's nothing you can do that's worse than what I endured in Tartarus."

Bruce narrowed his eyes, "I'm sure I can think of something though you like bargaining. Care to make a deal?"

Circe smirked, "That I do Batman. What do you have to offer me this time?"

"How about we start with your life!?" Diana snapped at her.

"Temper, temper Princess," Circe continued to smirk. "You certainly do take after your Daddy Dearest down in Tartarus."

Diana scowled, "Shut your mouth you witch!"

Bruce stepped in front of Diana and muttered, "Easy Diana."

"Perhaps I have something I can offer you," Fate stated. "Something of immense value that I believe you would want."

Circe raised an eyebrow, "Now that's intriguing. Considering all the little toys you must have collected over the centuries. What have you to offer me Fate?"

"First we strike our first agreement. I release you from these bounds and you shall not attempt to flee," he said to her.

"As long as your item is of worth you have my word," she replied.

Fate sighed as he released his spell and then incanted, "Em ot emoc arodnaP fo xoB." A small, metallic box with rubies adorning each of the sides appeared within his hands.

Inza gasped, "Is that?"

Circe slowly smiled, "Pandora's Box."

"Absolutely not!" Diana yelled. "There's no telling what Circe can do with it!"

"We don't have a choice Diana," Bruce quietly said to her.

"Are we to strike an accord?" Fate asked her.

"I humbly accept this offering. I have never received such a gracious gift," Circe snapped her fingers as a rather surprised and confused John materialized in the tower holding the Pomeranian. "I turn her back and you give me that box."

Bruce curtly nodded, "Then you're free to leave."

"Beautiful," Circe smiled as she turned to John and held her hands up. "Please stay still. I rather not hit you by accident handsome."

Circe cast a spell that sent out a blinding white light throughout the room. Once the light faded John was now holding a very Thanagarian Shayera, who immediately scowled when she saw Circe.

"You!" Shayera immediately clambered out of John's arms and lunged at her.

Circe held her hands up and stopped Shayera midflight, "Now I just changed you back. Is this how you're going to behave?"

"I'll rip your head right off your body!" Shayera threatened.

Circe chuckled as she shook her head and sauntered over to Shayera and lifted her chin with her finger, "If you ever hit me with that weapon of yours again then I will turn you into the worst animal imaginable. There is nothing that could thrill me enough to ever get me to change you back."

"Yeah well, I'll have a new thrill for you then. I'm gonna shove my mace so far up your-"

"Shayera!" John cut her off.

"Then I will," Diana glared at Circe.

"Same goes for you as well Princess," Circe flicked her wrist and threw Shayera into Diana. "Don't ever threaten me like that again or you both will be sorry." Circe looked over to Fate and held out her hand. "Our bargain?"

Fate nodded as he handed over Pandora's Box to her, "As agreed upon. Now I implore that you leave my domain."

"Tootles," Circe smirked at them with a wink and then blew them a kiss before she snapped her fingers together and vanished with a small bang.

"Are you ok Shayera?" John asked her as she stood.

Shayera rubbed the back of her head, "Yeah I think so. My head hurts, like I have a hangover."

"Do you remember anything?" Diana asked her as she handed Shayera her mace.

Shayera was silent for a moment, "Not really."

"That's for the best," Bruce stated. "For your own dignity."

"I vaguely remember the dog part," she then rolled her eyes. "I hate dogs."

John chuckled, "Yeah we know. Rather ironic when you think about it."

"As glad as I am to see you are unharmed Shayera," Fate started. "I must ask for you to leave. Your mace is disrupting my tower. I cannot have it stay here much longer."

"Considering the circumstances, it was nice to see you again though," Inza added on.

"Figuratively and literally you were a bitch the entire time," John stated as he and Shayera walked out of Fate's Tower. "Do you know how many times you bit me and Emma?"

Shayera gave him a devilish smirk as she nudged him, "Well it wouldn't be the first time I ever bit you."

John raised an eyebrow and gave her an unamused look, "Very funny Shay."

"I doubt I could have bitten you guys that hard," Shayera rolled her eyes. "Besides, you guys called me fluffy plenty of times. Heaven forbid you had let Emma call me Fifi one more time. It was in retaliation."

"Wait a minute," John frowned and narrowed his eyes at her. "I thought you said you didn't remember what happened?"

"Shit," Shayera averted her gaze. "In my defense I wasn't completely all there a lot of the time. It was like being in a lucid dream and just barely having some control a small amount of the time. I was in and out of it; mostly being out of it the majority of the time."

"You marked your territory on purpose, didn't you?"

"Even I wouldn't do something like that. I'm not that spiteful John," Shayera smirked. "Though you do belong to me already. I guess my dog mind wanted to solidify my claim on everything else."

"That's not amusing at all Shayera," John's frown deepened. "You tore apart the couch and my pillow."

"For the record I always hated that couch; that one I freely admit to doing on purpose. You can't stay mad at me though John," she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm still cute and you find me loveable, dog or not."

"Dammit if that wasn't true," he muttered before kissing her cheek. "You're lucky I love you so much. Even when you're a fleabag."

This time Shayera was the one frowning as she let go of him. She placed her hands on her hips and indignantly said, "I did not have fleas!"