Putting the x-over info thing at the bottom now.


Wally spent the afternoon after Bree's arrival at Mount Justice, pretending that Uncle Barry's hot cousin wasn't staying at his house. Wait no, Uncle Barry's cousin. It was Bree. Bree wasn't hot. Bree was weird and insane and curvy. Wally slammed his head into the table.

"Uh, dude? Are you okay?" Robin asked.

"I'm fine." Wally muttered.

"Are you sure? Because it kind of looked like you were trying to give yourself a concussion." Robin replied.

"Uncle Barry's cousin appeared out of thin air during a fight with Captain Cold yesterday." Wally explained. "I sort of didn't realize it was her until she told the police her name since I hadn't looked at her face."

"Okay..." Robin said slowly, not getting it.

"She was wearing a bathrobe that didn't really fit right and I was looking at her, just not her face." Wally replied. A look of unstanding crossed Robin's face.

"Dude, ew! Seriously, you cousin?" the boy wonder exclaimed.

"Shut up! We're not related, she's Uncle Barry's cousin." Wally stated. "I've known her since I was nine. She's weird, and a little scary sometimes and there should be a law about people you've known since childhood growing up to be hot."

"So you're here sulking because you find Barry's cousin attractive and you don't what to do about it?" Robin snickered.

"It's not funny!" Wally shouted.

"What's not funny?" Artemis asked as she entered the room.

"Nothing!" Wally exclaimed.

"His Uncle's cousin is staying with them and Wally is having issues." Robin explained.

"I am not having issues!" Wally protested. "Bree has issues. She likes to terrify children. Once she convinced her younger cousin's that the shadows were alive and going to eat them by telling them a story. "Not every shadow, but any shadow." Seriously creepy."

"Aw, were you scared?" Artmeis asked mockingly.

"No!" Wally exclaimed.

"Me thinks the Kid Flash doth protest to much." Robin put in. Wally glared at him.

"I hate you so much right now." Wally grumbled.


As a member of the Justice League Barry "The Flash" Allen liked to think he was used to dealing with Batman and that nothing the Dark Knight did could suprise him anymore. He was wrong, very, very wrong. Batman had a file on Bree and was apparently tracking her movements as she traveled. Barry knew this because he walked in as Batman was working on said file.

"Uh, Bats, you know that I don't question your judgement when it comes to missions or criminals- anymore- but it kind of looks like you're stalking my cousin and I'm a little worried." The Flash said. Batman turned away from the computer he was working on to stare at Barry.

"Your cousin is the heir to an international corperation that I believe is hiding criminal activity." Batman stated.

"Okay, I didn't know that. But that dosenn't make her a criminal." Barry replied. "I've watched her grow up, she's a good kid."

Batmantold him about what had happened when Bree was in Colombia and everything else that had happened afterward. Barry looked rather stressed when he was done.

"You can't be serious, there's no way Bree would be involved with drugs." he said.

"You only see her once a year how well do you actually know her?" Batman asked.

"She doesn't" Barry began hesitantly. "She doesn't really talk about herself that much."

"What does she talk about?" Batman questioned.

"I don't know, she tells stories. Made up stories, but that's it." Barry replied.

"What kind of stories?" Batman pressed.

"Just fantasy. After her family moved to England she started telling stories about her boarding school, made up stories with magic." Barry explained.

"And because of the magic you dismissed any truths that might have been in the stories." Batman stated.

"I guess, but it not like anything terrible happened. She didn't show any of the signs until..." Barry trailed off. Batman didn't say anything but he gave Barry a look.

"A few years ago, something happened. Her parents told me they're be an accident at school and Bree had been in the hospital for a few days. She didn't tell any stories that year, or the next year, and the year after that she didn't even show up." Barry said.

"There's a large gap in her records when it comes to her education after she turns eleven." Batman stated. "What do you remember about her stories?"

"I don't know, Wally was more interested than I was." Barry replied.


M'gann was very interested in Barry's cousin. Storyteller's were reguarded on Mars so Wally fumbled through a retelling of Bree's stories, wondering why Batman wanted to hear them. As soon as Wally finished Batman left the room, the Flash following after saying a quick goodbye, leaving the team to wonder what was going on.

Batman immediately began fact checking as soon as he got to a computer, starting with the most recent of Bree's stories. When Bree was thirteen a mass murderer named Sirius Black had escaped from a high security facility and was thought to be targeting one of the students at her school. His face had been all over the British media for a year before the story quietly faded away. Some digging revealed why, Black had been innocent, one of his "victims" had actually been responsisble and had framed Black. The real murderer had been captured through the collaborative efforts of a teacher, four students, and Black himself. The facts matched the story, and from his conversation with Zatara after the incident in Colombia Batman knew the Bree was part of a secret society of magic users. Zatara called them Magi, and according to some of Zatara's contacts in England Bree was being targeted by a madman, but they wouldn't say anything more than that because of secrecy laws and fear.

Bree had gotten around the secrecy laws by being completely open and honest about her experience knowing that she wouldn't be believed without proof and she couldn't offer any proof, citing the restriction on underage magic outside of school.

Batman checked on the bugs he had planted in Barry's house to see what Bree was doing. She was on the computer, which wasn't out of the ordinary behavior for a teenager. What was odd was what she was looking at. Deaths, a lot of them, in certain areas around certain dates. It didn't take long for Batman to figure out that she was retracing her trip and that the deaths were associated with Bree's presence in the area. It was clear she wasn't taking the revelation well. He could work with that.


Much to Wally's surprise, Thankgiving dinner actually became a mission for the team. Well a mission for Miss Martian, Superboy, and Kid Flash anyway. Batman hadn't explained much, just that Bree was a high priorty target and they needed more information from her. Barry had added that Bree was in trouble and wouldn't open up and ask for help even though she clearly needed it.

At dinner Bree was clearly uncomfortable with any attempts at conversation. She did answer a few questions, but it was obivous that she didn't really want to talk and Barry didn't really want to push her. After dinner was a different story.

Bree had slipped out of the house. Conner had volunteered to follow her. They went for a walk and Bree opened up, but not about herself, instead she talked about the first time she had met Wally. It had seemed like she was implying that something bad had happened to Wally, but she wouldn't just come out and say it. Then she got distracted by a swingset and had smiled for the first time since Conner had met her while she wason it and Conner just sort of sat and watched. The G-Gnomes at Cadmus hadn't taught him about swingsets.

Bree skidded to a stop when she noticed that Conner was just sitting there. After she found out that he didn't know how to swing she gave him a push to get him started and gave him instructions so he could keep going on his own. Even though he'd never admit, he found it exhilarating. The wind rushing past his face and feeling like her was freed from gravity. He wondered what it would like to actually fly.

Bree seemed to be in a much better mood afterward, but she got distracted while they were crossing the street and really that car came out of no where. The moment that it stuck Bree, Conner couldn't help thinking that Superman would have seen it coming.


Bree's overnight stay in the hospital was the perfect opportunity for Batman to confront her. He'd brought some pictures with him to show her so she could see the deaths that had been caused by her actions. Only it didn't work that way. She'd been upset when she had found out about all the people her persuers had gone after just to let off steam after failing to catch her, but the pictures of the Redline users only make her frown.

Two things became exceedingly obvious the more he talked with her. Bree wass loyal to her family, to the point that she would would sacrifice anything for them and, despite what Barry had insisted, she wasn't a good kid that had gotten caught up with a bad crowd. She knew how to use her words in a way designed to pick people apart and hit them where it hurt.

One thing she said stuck with him. She'd said she was damaged. And Batman being Batman knew he had to find out just how she was damaged so he could predict her behavior. If there was one thing he had learned over the years it was that damaged people were dangerous.


They got the story of Bree's fourth year after she was released from the hospital. She shut down completly at the end, a sign that she was using real life as a reference and she wasn't coping well with whatever had happened, the nightmares she had afterward proved that. Bree's method of coping was ignoring for as long as possible until she couldn't take it anymore.

Barry had been upset that Batman had confronted Bree without telling him first and the Dark Knight hadn't even gotten anything from her. Nothing that he was shareing least Bree would be aroud for awhile, she wouldn't be going anywhere until she was all healed up. Or so Barry thought until he deecided to suprise her a Monday by bringing lunch, thinking that she'd been lonely by herself all day, but she was gone, having only left a note behind. Barry had searched every part of the city as the Flash, twice, but he didn't find anything. He beat himself up mentally, he should have known something was up, she had been acting strangely that morning, but it was too late.


So Wally had been right about Barry's cousin, she was curvey, but even though Dick was at the age where he was just starting to notice that sort of thing didn't mean he was going to stare like a hormone addled teenaged (i.e Wally West). He was better than that.

The head of Imperial's American division had apparently decided to use the Wayne Foundation's charity auction as a venue to introduce Lisa's heir. Bree played the part well, acting as if she was accustomed to a world of wealth and opulence. Dick knew from her file that she wasn't and to the well trained eye she looked strained and about two seconds from punching someone in the was face.

Remarkably she showed no sign of having been stuck by a car just a few days before. Not a scratch or a bruise or a broken arm, which was actually kind of unsettling because that it should have been weeks before she was able to use that arm. And then suddenly none of that mattered because the Joker had crashed the party and taken Bree captive and batman and Robin had to save her before something terrible happened.

It took too long to track down the Joker's new hideout, an opera house. There were two corpses by the door, one of them looking a lot worse than the other and Bree and the Joker were on the scaffolding above the stage. And Bree was falling from the scaffolding. Robin rushed forward but he wasn't fast enough. There was a sickening screech of metal on metal as the Joker's hald built death machine collasped. He could hear her gasping for air, the cause painfully obvious. A twisted piece of metal sticking out of the left side of her chest had her drowning in her own blood. It stained her lips and dripped from her mouth and there was more of it slowly staining her dress a darker shade of red.

His training didn't allow him to freeze at the sight, instead he kept moving. When he got to her he found a wound that was gushing blood and pressed down. Bree looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

"You. Again." she managed to say between desperate lungfuls of air.

"Yeah, it's been a while." Robin murmured.

"Scared." Bree gasped out.

"Don't be okay? You're going to be fine." Robin pleaded, half of him desperatly wanting his words to be true, the other half knowing that it was the kind of thing people said to comfort the dying.

Bree's focused shifted to a point behind Robin. Batman had finished subduing the Joker.

"Paramedics are on their way." he said as he crouched down. "You're going to be alright." There were already sirens in the distance, but Bree's breathing was becoming increasingly strained.


"The heiress to the Imperial Corperation died on the operating table just hours ago. The family had gone into mourning but ome are already wondering who's next in line to inheirt..."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Alice exclaimed. "This isn't happening, this can't be happening!" Bree couldn't be dead. She wasn't suposed to be dead. How could this be happening?


There was a corpse on a table in a morgue in Gotham, covered by a white sheet. Red gloved hands pulled the sheet back enough to see corpses face. Long blond hair pooled on either side of the head, eyes closed, face unnaturally pale.

"You shouldn't have come Barry." Batman said from the far corner of the room."

"I had to see it for myself." Barry, in uniform with the cowl pulled back, replied as tears formed in his eyes. "Where is he? Where's the Joker?"

"Arkham, where he belongs." Batman answered.

"He belongs in the ground." Barry growled.

"We don't get to make that call." Batman replied.

"Why not?" Barry demanded, getting in Batman's face. "You know that he's going to get out again and he's going to hurt people. It's only a matter of time."

"There's no coming back after you cross that line." Batman replied.

"What if it had been Robin? Would you really have just put the Joker back in Arkham?" Barry asked.

"Yes." Batman answered. "We can't stoop to their level, if we do we'll be just like them."


Alice wasn't taking the news of Bree's death well. Bree had beene the only person really understood her. She'd been the first person to accept her and her right to exist. Without Bree there wouldn't have been an Alice and now, now there wasn't a Bree. Alice's plan had been to get good enough at illusions to slip past her bodyguards and then track down bree and help her because leaving Bree to fend for herself just hadn't felt right. Now she didn't know what to do, so she just stuck to her routine. Lessons with Megumi, trips to the banks and various pawn shops and meals with Roy and Harvey, but no matter what she did, Alice just felt numb.

One day, about a week or so after Bree's death, Alice was leaving a pawn shop after selling off some galleons. It was getting dark and Alice lived in a bad neighborhood. she was taken completely by surprise when someone grabbed her and pulled her into an alley. The man that grabbed her had bulging muscles and veins and his skin was streched so tightly it looked as if any movement might cause it to tear.

"Hand over the money!" he shouted as Alice struggled. His strong grip on her arm made her efforts futile.

He slammed her against the wall of a building.

"The money!" He demanded.

"I'd let her go if I were you." A voice said from above. Green Arrow was on the fire escape, his bow drawn back and a trick arrow aimed at the man holding Alice. The man snarled and let go of Alice, picking up a metal trash can and throwing it at Green Arrow. Green Arrow leap from the fire escape while firing an arrow. It hit Alice's attacker, sticking in place and discharging a large amount of electricity. Alice's attacker dropped to the ground, unconscious. Green Arrow quickly put restraints on the man and contacted the authorities.

"You okay?" He asked.

"What the hell was that?" Alice exclaimed instead of answering.

"I've been seeing this a lot lately, guy must of been using Redline." Green Arrow replied.

"A drug did that?" Alice questioned incredulously.

"Well, it's got venom in it." Green Arrow stated. "But you still didn't answer the question, are you hurt?"

"I'll probably get a few bruises, but that's nothing new." Alice answered. At Green Arrows concerned look she quickly continued. "I mean, I've been taking a self defense class, but i wasn't prepared for that!"

"Yeah, the drug turns them rabid. All they can think about is getting their next hit. It's kind of the same thing you get with any other junkie, just with enhanced strength, and it effects everyone differently." Green Arrow responded.

The cops came took the guy away, and got Alice's statement. Alice was late getting back.

"Hey, I just got back from dinner, noticed you weren't there." Harvey said after Alice had walked into the lobby of the apartment building. Alice shrugged.

"I was accosted by some junkie, had to stick around to talk to the police." she replied.

"So did you get to test out what you've been learning?" Harvey questioned as they started walking up the stair together.

"No. The guy was using something called Redline." Alice answered.

"That stuff with venom in it? It's been all over the news lately." Harvey stated. "So how'd you get out of there?"

"Green Arrow showed up and took the guy down." Alice replied.

"Really?" Harvey questioned. "I heard he let Red Arrow handle this part of the city." Alice's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Who?" she asked.

"Green Arrow's former sidekick, used to go by Speedy." Harvey explained. "He's been seen a lot in this area and Green Arrow hasn't. I hear they have issues."

"Maybe he came to talk." Alice suggested. Harvey shurgged.

"Maybe." He replied.


"You know, I haven't seen Roy in a while." Harvey said the a few days later at dinner.

"I saw him the other day, he wasn't really in the best mood..." Alice trailed off.

"Yeah, he's been pretty irritable lately, seems his family problems are getting worse." Harvey mused.

"It- it's not just that." Alice began hesistantly. "He hasn't been taking care of himself and I don't think he's eating, and I think he might be, I mean, he yelled and punched a hole in the wall when I asked if he was doing okay, he left a message on my phone apologizing later, but I think, I think it's more than just stress."

Alice thought it was a lot more than just stress. Leo had taught her one of the most important rules for the Imperial Corperations employees, the ones directly involved in the less than legal activities of the business, was "Don't sample the product." Using your own product reduced the amont you were putting on the market which resulted in less profit, it was more than that though. The "side effects" of the product tended to bring out traits that were undesirable in employees. In other words, junkies are good repeat customers, but are bad workers.

"You've been kind of out of it too lately." Harvey commentted, interuppting Alice's thought process.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Harvey rolled his and jabbed a spoon into his double fudge brownie sundae.

"You've been going around like a zombie lately. It's like watching a robot. You do everything you allways do, but there's just no life in it." He replied.

"Yeah, well, a friend I haven't seen in a while died. I found out from the news." Alice replied in a flat tone.

Harvey winced.

"Oh, sorry." he said.

"It's fine." Alice told him. "You couldn't have known."


Alice left Harvey behind to finish his sundae so she could call in and early night. She waffled for a moment when she entered the building. WHat Harvey had said was bothering her, she thought maybe it would be a good idea to check on Roy. Finally she decided to go up to his apartment.

She wasn't sure why she tried the doorknob when Roy didn't respond to he knock, but it was a good thing that she did. Roy was collasped on the floor, barely breathing and completely unresponsive. One sleeve was rolled up and there were track marks on his inner elbow. Alice did the only rational thing and called an ambulance.


Roy had been lying to Alice. It wasn't a really bad lie, not compared to the drug use, but it changed everything she thought she knew about him. He'd lied about his name. It wasn't Roy Harris, it was Roy Harper and Alice didn't find out until she went to the hospital to see how Roy was doing and met Oliver Queen. Despite whatever issues he and Roy had he was still his former ward's emergency contact. The billionare shook her hand and thanked her for saving Roy.

Whatever drug that Roy had OD'd on, which the doctors suspected was Redline, was still in his system when he woke making him extremely belligerent. Alice had to go home without seeing him, but Oliver promised to keep her informed.

The next day was a Tuesday. Alice awoke to the shrill sound of her beeping alarm. She went to the diner for breakfast after discovering that she was out of cereal. She paused for a moment to admire the black Chevy Impala in the parking lot before going in. There were just a few people in the diner that morning, just the staff, a jittery young man sipping coffee at the bar and two dark haired guys sitting across from each other at a booth.

Alice ordered two eggs over easy with hashbrowns and toast. Harvey joined her a few minutes later and ordered pancakes with maple syrup.

"I checked on Roy last night." Alice stated.

"How is he?" Harvey asked.

"He overdosed, the doctors think it was Redine." Alice answered.

"So that's what the ambulance was about last night?" Harvey questioned. Alice nodded. She jumped a bit when the waitress dropped a bottle of hot sauce at the booth with the two men and it broke-and one of the men caught it-and one of the men caught it.

After breakfast, Alice went over to Megumi's for lessons. Megumi told her she was progressing fairly well- progressing very well- doing excellently.

After the lesson she went to the bank, then the pawn shop, and finally headed home.


The next day was a Tuesday. Alice awoke to the shrill sound of her beeping alarm. She went to the diner for breakfast after discovering that she was out of cereal. She paused for a moment to admire the black Chevy Impala in the parking lot before going in. There were just a few people in the diner that morning, just the staff, a jittery young man sipping coffee at the bar and two dark haired guys sitting across from each other at a booth.

Alice ordered two eggs over easy with hashbrowns and toast. Harvey joined her a few minutes later and ordered pancakes with maple syrup. One of the guys at the booth began choking on his breakfast. Alice wove an illusion so it looked like she was using the Heimlich maneuever when she was really using anapneo.

"Thanks." the guy said, coughing a bit before goving Alice a charming smile. "I'm Dean."

"I'm Alice." she replied.

"Well Alice, seeing as you just saved my life, how about I buy you breakfast?" Dean offered.

"Um, I already ordered." Alice replied.

"Just send have them send me the bill." Dean told her.

"Okay." Alice said before heading back to her table.

"Pretty quick thinking there." Harvey commented after she sat down. "If you hadn't acted that guy might have died."

Alice and Harvey parted ways outside the diner. Dean and his friend caught up with Alice as she began walking away.

"Hey my brother Sam and I are writing a book together, and you live in the area right? So we were wondering if you'd been willing to answer a few questions." Dean said.

"Sure. What do you want to know?" Alice asked.

"Well, our book is about strange incidents, urban legends, that sort of thing. And we heard that there was some strange stuff happening around here." Dean replied.

"Oh well, one of the regulars at the diner vanished for a week. We they found him they had to put him in a mental hospital because he was convinced slenderman was after him." Alice said.

"Slenderman?" Dean pressed.

"A pale faceless man in a suit that stalks, abucts, or traumatizes people. It's fictional though, started as an internet thing, people photoshop it into photos." Alice answered.

"Did they ever find out where he was the week he disapeered?" Sam asked.

"No, actually I think they dropped the entire investigation after they found child porn on his computer." Alice replied. "I guess they thought whatever happened, he deserved it... actually, that's how a lot of those stories went."

"Oh yeah?" Dean said.

"A wife beater in my building swears up and down that Bane broke his back even though he was lock up tight thousands of miles away. A parent of one of the kids at a nearby high school was involved in a dog fighting ring, got mauled to death by a pack of feral dogs that were never seen again. Really it seems like these people are being punished, but there's no way anyone would ever be able to do all that." Alice said.

"Yeah, well thank you for your time-"

"Hand over the money!" Dean was interuppted by the young man that had been drinking coffee in the diner threatening them with a gun.

"Easy now!" Dean said. "Let's just-" The gun went off.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm. It was odd, she didn't remember going to sleep. She went to the diner for breakfast after discovering that she was out of cereal, making a mental note to get more. She paused for a moment to admire the black Chevy Impala in the parking lot before going in. There were just a few people in the diner that morning, just the staff, a jittery young man sipping coffee at the bar and two dark haired guys sitting across from each other at a booth. The taller of the two gave Alice an odd look.

Alice ordered two eggs over easy with hashbrowns, toast and a side of bacon. Harvey joined her a few minutes later and ordered pancakes with stawberry syrup.

"You ever had a day that felt like you were just living over again?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, it's called a routine. You just go through it until the weekend and then start over on Monday." Harvey replied.

"What if the weekend never came?" Alice questioned.

"Then life would suck and we all might as well quit now." Harvey answered. "What brought this on?"

"I don't know, just a weird dream I guess." Alice responded. "I don't remember what it was about, I just woke up feeling... off?"

After breakfast, Alice went over to Megumi's for lessons. A striped cat with yellow eyes watched from a rooftoop.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm. She turned it off, rolled over and went back to sleep. She got up an hour later and headed for the diner. As she passed a seculded alley and saw a Harvey being pressed against the wall with a wooden stake held against his neck. The tall dark haired man accosting him looked vaguely familiar. A second man was standing nearby.

"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it." he said. "It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?"

That made Alice pause. This guy thought that Harvey was responsible for the incidents? But that didn't make any sense.

"Yeah, sure, okay." Harvey replieed fearfully. "Just put the stake down!"

"Sam, maybe you should—" The other man began but was cut off.

"No!" Sam exclaimed "There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster."

"Mister, my name is Harvey Elwood, I'm a janitor!" Harvey exclaimed.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" Sam shouted.

Harvey's face seemed to melt away, leaving an unfamiliar blond man in his place.

"Actually, bucko, you didn't." he stated.

Alice was in shock.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam demanded.

"You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" the man that was once Harvey replied. "I made you two the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" Sam growled.

"One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean." Once-Harvey replied. "Originally the plan was to make you watch Dean die again and again, in a varity of ways, until you gave up and realized you couldn't save him. Then I took a little peek into the future and let me tell you, things didn't exactly work out well for me, so I came up with a new plan. It's not about Dean, and it's not about you. It's about the one person capable of changing everything."

"Then why are we here? Why does Dean always get shot? Why do I always wake up and have it be Tuesday again?" Sam demanded.

"Oh Sam, Dean doesn't always get shot." Once-Harvey replied. "Remember a few Tuesdays ago. Dean was choking, then he was saved by the cute girl in the diner. Then Dean wanted to talk to the cute girl and ask her a few things and then..."

"Harvey?" Alice said as she steped into the alley, eyes wide. "Did I die the other day?"


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm. She went to the diner for breakfast after discovering that she was out of cereal, making a mental note to get more. She paused for a moment to admire the black Chevy Impala in the parking lot before going in. There were just a few people in the diner that morning, just the staff, a jittery young man sipping coffee at the bar and two dark haired guys sitting across from each other at a booth. The taller of the two gave Alice an odd look.

After breakfast, the two guys caught up with her outside the diner.

"Look, I know this is going to sound completely crazy but..." the taller one began.


"I believe you." Alice told Sam.

"Really?" Dean asked incredulously. "Because I'm his brother and even I'm not sure if I believe him."

"Hotsauce." Alice replied.

"What?" Dean said.

"She remembers the loops Dean, just not in the same way I do. For me it's been the same day over and over, for her it's blended together into one long day." Sam explained.

"We've had this coversation before, haven't we?" Alice asked.

"More than once. Here's what we've worked out so far: Everyday Dean get's shot and dies no matter what I do, unless he interacts with Alice. The first time we talked to her it was Alice that got shot, then Dean was hit by a car, and no, it didn't look cool, you peed yourself." Sam glared at Dean.

"I didn't say anything!" Dean said defensively.

"You were going to." Sam replied. "So we confronted the trickster, he said that originally he had planned to keep this up until I stopped trying to save Dean, but he looked into the future and saw something that changed his mind."

"So why is he still killing me?" Dean questioned.

"He said it's not about us, it's about the one person who can change any of this." Sam answered.

"And that's me." Alice said.

"Right. So far the only thing that's changed is the way Dean dies, but it's a step in the right direction." Sam told her.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm. She passed by a cat on her way to the diner.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the shrill sound of her alarm. She tripped over a cat and broke her neck on her way down the stairs.


"When you confronted Har- the trickster, what did he say about me? I mean, what were his exact words?" Alice asked.

Sam frowned as he thought about it. "He said- he said you were the one person capable of changing everything." he answered.

"He said I was capable of changing eveything, not just Dean's death, but everything?" Alice questioned.

"Yeah, why is that so important?" Sam asked.

"If the plan was originally supposed to be about you, what did he see that made it about me?" Alice inquired.

"I don't know, he just said that things didn't work out for him." Sam replied.


Alice did not wake up on Tuesday morning because of a gas leak.


Alice woke up to her on Tuesday morning to her apartment on fire.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning will a man's hands around her throat.


Alice woke up on Tuesday morning to the sound of someone pounding on her front door. She got up let Sam and Dean in, and put a kettle on.


"Someone has been killing you before you wake up." Sam stated. The three victims of the trickster were seated in Alice's living room/kitchenette.

"I noticed." Alice stated, rubbing at her throat to sooth bruises that weren't there. "I been strangled and on fire, it kind of leaves an impression."

"So how are you supposed to change anything if the trickster keeps killing you before you meet up with us?" Dean asked.

"He didn't." Alice replied.

"I know you thought he was your friend but-" Sam was cut off by Alice as Dean drank his tea.

"I saw the man that strangled me." she interjected. "He had yellow eyes."

Dean's tea went down the wrong way and he drowned.


"No! no way! I shot that yellow eyed bastard with the Colt! The Colt Sammy!" Dean shouted.

"It doesn't necessarily mean that it's the demon that killed your mother, it could just be a coincidence." Alice told him.

"And when has anything in our lives ever been a coincidence?" Dean demanded.

"Dean calm down, it's probably just the trickster trying to mess with our heads." Sam reasoned.

"I don't care what it is, I'm going to find that son of a bitch and make sure he stays dead!" Dean exclaimed.

"Which one? Yellow eyes or the trickster?" Alice asked.

"I don't care!" Dean yelled. " Both!"

"Dean, the last time I confronted the trickster he just snapped his fingers and I woke up again." Sam pointed out. "If we want to get out of this we need to figure out what Alice needs to change so that you both survive." Alice looked between the two of them.

"Sam, my memory is kind of fuzzy so tell me, in any one of these loops did you ever try just asking him?" she questioned. "Politely, without the wooden stake."

"What? You want us to just in there and have a little tea party with the guy who's trying to drive my brother insane?" Dean growled.

"Actually I was thinking breakfast." Alice replied.


"So what's with the guy that keeps murdering me?" Alice asked Harvey as they ate breakfast with Dean and Sam.

"Oh, that guy?" Harvey said. "He noticed the something about you and he didn't really like it, so he decided to fix it."

"What about me could he find so wrong the he wants to kill me for it?" Alice questioned.

"It's not really you he has the problem with, it's the fact that you exist." Harvey answered.

"How is that not having a problem with her?" Dean hissed.

"It's not you, it's the fact that she's not supposed to exist." Harvey replied. Alice got a hurt look on her face.

"So he's like Cleaves then." She muttered.

"No, Cleaves thought you were a mistake that needed to be corrected, this guy knows that you're not supposed to be here." Harvey explained.

Alice ran a hand through her hair.

"So what? I wasn't supposed to make it out of the monastery?" She questioned, not really believing what she was hearing.

"No, think further back, Bree had no reason to stick her hand in it, she just had the impulse to do it." Harvey replied.

"So what?" Alice replied defensivly. "Bree does-did impulsive things all the time."

"She wasn't supposed to." Harvey responded in the most serious tone Alice had ever heard from him. "Not that time. Not until I gave her a little nudge."

"Is anyone else completely lost here, or is it just me?" Dean interjected.

"Dean, he's saying that I wasn't supposed to have been born." Alice said slowly.

"Technically you weren't." Harvey quipped.

"So is Bree your mother's name?" Sam asked.

"No." Alice said quickly. "Or yes? It's all really confusing. On paper she's my cousin."

She sighed and rubbed her temple, conflicting emotions playing across her face.

"Right so, for all intents and purposes, the moment a sperm cell meets and egg cell you have a blueprint for a human being, it just take about nine months of assembly before it's ready to be presented to the world, and even then it's just this tiny little thing that can't do anything for itself and is completely dependent on others in order to survive. So through love, experience, and growth this tiny little thing becomes a functioning member of society many years down the line. So that functioning member of society goes to an abandoned monastery and starts poking around and comes acros something that's not meant to be played with. That something creates a double. A clone, a copy, and doppleganger of that funtioning member of society and the original and the ganger are exactly the same. Every freckle, every scar, every memory, so tell me Harvey..." she trailed off glaring at the man in question with all the venom she could muster up. "Why did you want a copy of Bree?"

"I didn't." Harvey replied. "When I took a look into the future I didn't like what I saw so I started search for someone who could change it. Not the Winchesters, you boys just played your roles too perfectly and then I found this little blond girl who looked Fate in the face and flipped her off and I thought to myself "I just have to have her." Seriously, I've never seen a bigger "screw destiny" than when Bree found out about that prophecy and the old geezer's plan to make sure it was fullfiled. The way she handled that final battle, it proved she was just what I needed. Unfortunately she didn't really have the time to avert two prophecies so I had to find a way to make time so I interfered a bit and had Bree make you."

"And what prophecy am I supposed to avert?" Alice asked angrily.

"Have you ever read the book of Revelation?" Harvey questioned. "Because it's more a script reallly, and there are certain forces at work trying to make sure the movie has an early release."

"You want her to stop the apocalypse?" Dean asked. "Like the four horsemen, hell on earth, apocalypse?"

"Mostly I want her to prevent my death, the apocalypse is just a bonus." Harvey replied.

"Then this new yellow eyes, he wants the apocalypse to happen." Sam stated.

"Not really." Harvey replied. "It's just that by adding someone that was never supposed to exist to the timeline things start to change no matter what that person does simply because they exist. He dosen't like that. It makes thing too unpredictable."

Alice frowned. Harvey had just said that he had seen Bree at the final battle, but so far there hadn't been one, but Bree was dead which meant that she would never participate in the final battle, so did that mean... did that mean that Alice had caused Bree's death simply by existing?

"You wanted Bree because she defied destiny, so what if I decided to go against this destiny you've made for me?" Alice asked.

"Then a lot of people will die. Inculding the ones you care about most, I'll make sure of that." Harvey replied darkly. "When you wake up it'll be Wednesday and you two chuckleheads are going to take her with you and do what you always do and Bobby get's to keep on living his life the way he always has."

"And what about the guy who wants kill me?" Alice questioned.

"I'll take care of it." Harvey replied.


Alice woke up on Wednesday after her cell phone beeped. Harvey had sent her a text.

"And make sure not to let anyone know what's in your head. If certain forces found out they's try to rip it right out of you." It read. Alice clenched her fists in anger and threw the phone at the wall. She took a deep breath to calm herself down before throwing up an illusion. The one benefit of the time loop was how quickly she had improved at her casting in one day. One very long day. Her bodyguards saw her going back to bed when she had actually started packing. She had just finished when there was a knock at the door.


Alice had wanted to visit Roy before she left but it wasn't possible ssince he was still detoxing and behaving violently as a result. She really had no idea what she would have said to him anyway. "I'm being blackmailed into saving a world by a trickster that used to be Harvey" probably wouldn't have gone over well. Apparently the fate of the world hinged on Alice traveling with the Winchester brothers. The only clue they had do work with was something the trickster had said about the Winchesters playing their roles perfectly.

Sam and Dean thought it might have something to do witht the original yellow eyes, a demon named Azazel who had feed six month old Sam his blood. The demon blood had given Sam powers, visions, and Azazel had fed his blood to other children in order to give them powers and then killed their mothers as a bonus. Once those children reached adulthood Azazel had gathered them all up and forced them to kill each other. The last one still alive would becaome the general of his army. Sam hadn't survived but Dean had sold his soul to a demon to get Sam back. Azazel had had Jake, the winner, open a doorway to Hell, freeing many demons. Dean killed Azazel with The Colt, a special gun created by Samuel Colt had created that could kill anything, and the gateway to Hell was closed. Since then Sam and Dean had been trying to get Dean out of his deal. They had less then a year until the older Winchester would be dragged to Hell.

And now Alice was supposed to help, or something. Really, taking a sudden road trip with two people you'd only known for a day wasn't the best idea. Even if it had been one really long day and she did remember having a heart to heart with Sam about family and parental figures wanting you to be someone who weren't. It was still really awkward. At least they had a nice car.


x-overs: Young Justice, Season 3 of Supernatural. The thing with the time loop is basically Mystery Spot set after Fresh Blood but before a very Supernatural Christmas.

So I realized that there's really no reason for Alice to exist at all while thinking of a way to incorperate Supernatural into the story because it's an awesome series. Really, it was either this or killing Alice off because she really has no reason to exist other than to make things interesting in the monastary.

I know people suspected that Harvey was a trickster, but how many guessed he was the trickster? And the trickster is a jerk.

About Roy: Roy Harris= Roy Harper= Red Arrow. He moved into the apartment to investigate the incidents and put a stop to them. In the comics he had a heroin problem so here he's on a heroin/venom mix of Redline. Roy rationalized his drug use to himself by believing that the drug made him better, faster and stronger. It did, but just slightly because he got the extra addictive version instead of the supersoldier version that unamed junkie that attacked Alice got. Alice is going to be unhappy when she finds out who came up with Redline and Bree's part in it.

About Cyrus: My crazy Mad Hatter/Cheshire Cat mash-up. Is he the original Cheshire cat or just one who came later? I'm not sure if he even knows. What I do know is that he was never meant to be a positive force.