I know I said last time that I might start a collection of canon scenes that didn't make it in to the story proper, but i've been thinking about it, and I looked and some of the earlier chapters. You know, I was a teenager when I started writing this, and now I'm adult and I decided that I'm just going to edit the entire thing and add new scenes and whatever doesn't make it in will go into the collection. But I still plan to add new chapters to Bree's World Tour.

X-overs this chapter are Criminal Minds and Supernatural. We've switched focus back to Alice this time.


The file that made it to the BAU didn't seem to worrying at first glance. Sure, the Carrigans had been ritualistic cannibals, but they were dead and couldn't hurt anyone else. The local police hadn't been that interested in finding their killer after going down to the basement, but there had been a few details that stood out.

The team and another agent were meeting in the conference room with crime scene photos and pages from the file spread over the table.

"So we think the time line is; first the Carrigans captured the two men, tied them up in the kitchen, and started part of their ritual before Mr. Carrigan left to go get the girl. The girl somehow subdues Mr. Carrigan, steals a car, stuffs him in the trunk, drives to the Carrigans, drags Mr. Carrigan in the living room where she kills him, and then stabs Mrs. Carrigan before freeing the two men. The men then bring Mr. Cadwell up from the basement and leave the girl behind to wait for the paramedics with Mr. Cadwell." Rossi summarized as he looked over some of the pages of the file.

"So why bring the file to us?" Morgan asked. "It sounds like the case is closed and even if they find the girl, no court is going to convict her."

"Trace evidence indicates the presence of the Winchester brothers and the neighbors reported seeing a black Chevy Impala around the Carrigans house." Agent Henriksen replied.

It was like the world stopped. The Winchesters. Two delusional, obsessive, and well armed brothers, trained by their father to hunt monsters after their mother died in a fire. John had had a psychotic break, raising his sons on the road and never settling down for too long. The younger brother had nearly made it out before his girlfriend had died in a similar fire. It was a heartbreaking story of two little boys who never had a chance, but there was nothing the team could do about it except save their future victims.

"The girl was seen with them." Henriksen added.

"Any idea who she is?" JJ questioned.

Henriksen placed a photo on the table. It was a slightly out of focus still from a hospitals security camera. "Alice Smith. Was last seen at Star City General hospital trying to visit a friend. She was seen having breakfast with her friend Harvey Elwood and the Winchesters the day before. No one has seen the Elwood since."

"So then, the Winchesters killed Harvey and took Alice." Morgan deduced. "Why?"

"The Winchesters were raised to believe that monsters are real and were taught how to kill them, but there are also accounts of them protecting the perceived victims. If they thought Harvey was a monster it is possible that they'd take Alice to protect her." Hotch theorized.

"You're forgetting the women in St. Louis and the bank in Milwaukee." Henriksen pointed out.

"The suspect from the St. Louis case was killed and the body was exhumed after the Milwaukee robbery." Reid told him, having studied the Winchester case before. "It was severely decomposed, but autopsy photos show a man that bears a remarkable resemblance to Dean Winchester."

"That doesn't change the fact that the Winchesters are dangerous." Henriksen said.

"No, it doesn't." Hotch agreed. "The Winchesters are delusional and obsessive. They hunt monsters, which is probably how they found the Carrigans. The unusual disappearances in the area could seem like the work of something paranormal to someone with their background."

"What do we know about Alice's history?" Reid asked.

"Moved into an apartment in a bad neighborhood by herself a few months ago, paid for everything in cash. No idea where she lived before that." Henriksen answered. "Why?"

"Well, knowing more about her would help us understand why the Winchesters decided to take her." Reid explained.

"I'm not sure they did." Prentiss interjected. "Think about it, if she was with them against her will why would she go to rescue them? And why would she take Mr. Carrigan all the way back to his house before killing him?"

"The murder weapon was a wooden stake." Reid pointed out. "The Winchesters believe that monsters can only be killed using a certain method. They must have taken the stake to the the house to kill the Carrigans with, so Alice didn't kill Mr. Carrigan where she originally subdued him because she didn't have the right weapon, but she knew where to get one."

"We might not be dealing with a victim here." Prentiss stated. "We might be dealing with another Unsub."


"Gotham?" Dean questioned incredulously as they drove along the highway. "Why would you want to go to Gotham? That place is full of crazies"

"Because it's where Bree died and I didn't get to go to her funeral." Alice replied.

"So just visit her grave." Dean replied.

"I don't where it is." Alice responded flatly.

"We'll have to stop somewhere anyway." Sam pointed out.

"And if we stop in New York afterword I'll show you the bank trick." Alice added.

"...Fine." Dean grumbled.


They spent the night at a crummy hotel just outside of Gotham before heading into the city the next morning. It was a cold day in Gotham. The sky was gray and snow was falling in small flurries. Alice had bundled up in a long gray coat and had wrapped a blue and black checkered scarf around the lower half of her face, but Sam and Dean had just zipped up their jackets.

The opera house was in a part of the city full of abandoned and condemned buildings. The doors were boarded shut with fresh planks of wood, but a memorial had been set up in front of them with candles, flowers, hand written notes, and a large picture of Bree.

"That's a little freaky." Dean muttered when he saw the picture. "I mean I knew they looked the same but..."

Sam elbowed him. "Shut up."

Alice knelt down in front the memorial.

"Hi." she whispered. "I thought about getting you flowers but instead I picked up something I knew you'd like more."

She reached into a plastic grocery bag and pulled out a king sized Reese's and put it down in front of Bree's picture. "I know they were your favorite. I hope they have them wherever you are and I... I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry, I messed everything up. I wish that I - that I had..."

Alice couldn't say anymore. She stood up, wiped away the tears from her eyes, and headed back to the Impala.

"You ready to go?" Dean asked.

"There's something I still need to do." Alice replied softly.


Alice sat behind a pane of bullet resistant glass, waiting for the guards to bring a certain someone to the other side. She didn't have to wait long for the grinning face of the Joker to appear in front of her. As soon as Alice saw him she realized there was something very wrong about him. It almost made her want to run. Almost. Instead she picked up the phone on her side of the glass while the Joker did the same on his.

"It's not often I get visitors." he said. "Especially not ones that look like the dead. Didn't I kill you?"

"No. You're thinking of my cousin, Bree." Alice replied as she studied his face, trying to figure out just what was so wrong about him. Realization hit as soon as she looked him in the eyes.

"Oh that's right, I suppose you're here to ask me why I did it." The Joker stated. "Or maybe you want to know about her finals moments."

"Neither actually." Alice responded.

"Well, what is it then?" The Joker questioned. "It can't just be to admire my good looks."

"Not that good, they used to be so much better." Alice told him.

The Joker's grin fell. "What." he said flatly.

Alice smiled. "I came here to kill you. Because you killed Bree and I know what Bree would do if someone killed me. I'm not Bree, but I could be sometimes, just for a little bit, so that's what I was going to do here you see. I was going to let Bree have her revenge. But then I saw you and I realized something. You're wrong. You just emit wrongness. You were wrong even before you became the Joker, because you were someone before the Joker, but he was wrong too. And the wrongness is why it seems like no one can kill you, because the truth is that they can, can't they? It's just the wrongness that makes it seem like they can't."

She looked smug as the Joker leaned forward, listening with great interest and just a bit of panic.

"And I know why you're wrong, because I know who you are." Alice continued before whispering something that made the Joker fly into a rage.

"I'll kill you!" he shouted. "I'll carve you up like a thanksgiving turkey! I'll-" He was tackled by a couple of guards and dragged away.


"Sam, I said drop it!" Dean exclaimed as Alice climbed into the back seat of the Impala, which had been parked just outside of Arkham.

"But Dean-" Sam began to protest.

"Oh, hey, look, Alice is back." Dean interjected. "How'd it go Alice?"

Alice gave Dean a puzzled look, but didn't comment on his strange behavior.. "Good. I managed to enrage him to the point that the guards tackled him, and he'll be feeling those bruises for a while."

"What did you say to him?" Dean asked as he started the car and began to drive..

"I just... Made him realize something he'd never considered before." Alice replied. "So, what are you two fighting about?"

"We're not fighting, Sammy's just being stupid." Dean answered.

Sam looked annoyed. "It's Sam, and it's not stupid. We really need to consider just why the trickster wanted Alice to come with us."

"Because he's a jackass." Dean responded.

"He said she was supposed to stop the apocalypse." Sam reminded him. "That's not going to happen if she just sits in a motel room all day."

"He has a point." Alice told Dean.

"Oh, but he hasn't even gotten to the best part yet." Dean replied sarcastically. "Tell her your big idea Sam."

"I think you're supposed to come hunting with us." Sam told Alice.

Alice went quiet for a minute. "Okay."

"Okay? That's all you have to say?" Dean questioned.

Alice shrugged, but then remembered that Dean couldn't see her since he was driving. "What are we hunting?"

"A witch." Sam replied. Alice's breathing hitched.

"No way. If we really have to take her hunting we're not starting her on a witch, it's too dangerous for a beginner." Dean argued. "You and I will take care of the witch and then we'll find an easy salt and burn or something to start her out on."

Sam sighed. "Fine."

"How do you know it's a witch?" Alice inquired as she tightly gripped the seat.

"Well, people don't usually cough up all of their teeth for no reason." Dean replied.

Sam turned his head to look at Alice. "Are you okay? You sound a little off."

"I- It's just that I don't like witches." Alice stuttered out. "Witchcraft ruins lives."

Sam gave her a funny look when he realized that she sounded angry, not fearful. "Is witchcraft what created you?"

"No!" Alice exclaimed. "If the process that created me had anything to do with one of those power lusting whores Bree wouldn't have been anywhere near it!"

"Okay." Dean said slowly. "So you just really hate witches then."

"Demon dealing witches are the reason witch hunts happened." Alice snapped. "They get jealous of something they don't have and they end up doing dark and bloody rituals and praying to their demonic master and then people get scared and they start killing anybody they think my be doing something that could be consider abnormal, even if it isn't demonic."

"Alright then." Dean replied. "Any particular reason you're talking in present tense, it's not like this stuff is still going on."

Alice didn't reply right away. "I had a classmate from Kenya whose mother was burned to death for witchcraft and another from Congo that was abandoned by her parents for the similar reasons. So yeah Dean, "this stuff" is still going on."

It was an awkward trip to New York. Sam and Dean in had no idea what to say, so they said nothing and Alice just crossed her arms and remained silently angry for most of the ride. It didn't really help that she was mentally reviewing what she had learned from her classes at the Institute. It's interesting to note that the American curriculum is almost completely different from what's taught at Hogwarts. The pureblood agenda was no longer tolerated in the New world and any talk of magi superiority to non-magi was swiftly and immediately stomped down.

The North American Schools made sure that every student knew just what non-magi were capable of with lessons in history, social studies, and current events from all around the world. And when it came time for a lesson in why non-magi began to think of magic as something dark and evil the blame was put solely on witches and demons and Alice's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had taught her the preferred method for dealing with witches and the demons they made deals with.


The Impala was parked on a side street in front of some tenement buildings, but no one had gotten out yet.

"Okay, you two are going to have to follow some ground rules for this to work." Alice told Sam and Dean as she examined a map.

"Like what?" Dean questioned.

"First; No guns, no knives, no daggers, no weapons of any kind. Just leave it all in here." Alice answered. "Second; Don't draw attention to yourself, don't stop and stare at anything no matter how bizarre it may seem. Third: Don't try too kill anything. Nothing is going to attack you as long as you don't give it a reason to."

"Just where exactly are you taking us?" Dean asked.

"The only reason you only encounter dark creatures is because you go looking for dark creatures." Alice replied without answering Dean's question.

"So what, if we go looking for unicorns then we'd find some?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Unicorns only go near virgins, so no, you won't find any." Alice answered. Sam snickered.

"Anyway, today we are definitely going to be running across creatures that look a bit strange, but are mostly harmless." Alice continued. "Just don't try to steal from them. Oh, and when we get to the bank don't look directly at the exterior for more than a few seconds, trust me. This particular branch is a bit of an architectural experiment gone wrong. "

She got out of the Impala, wrapped her scarf around her face, and led the way down the street. There was a layer of snow on the ground and gusts of wind would occasionally pick up a few flakes and swirl them around. The streets narrowed the more they walked. Tall, tightly packed buildings on both sides formed man-made canyons. Alice made a few quick turns and the streets narrowed even more while the building became more colorful and eclectic.

Alice felt right at home, the narrowing streets reminded her of days spent exploring the winding canyons on the Institute's grounds, but the increasingly tight space, the eerily quiet streets, and the lack of people were making Sam and Dean uneasy. Just as Dean was about to voice his concern, Alice made one more turn down a tight alley.

"We're here." She announced. Suddenly the sound turned back on. Neither Winchester had realized it had been turned off until noise of a crowded shopping center met their ears.

"Welcome to District Zero." Alice continued as she folded up the map. It wasn't really all that different than any other busy New York. Loud with lots of people dressed in either trendy or just plain odd clothing. There were shops with brightly lit signs and banners. But sometimes the pattern a piece of clothing would move independently of the fabric, the pictures on the posters were moving, and they definitely weren't digital. Some of them were torn in places, showing that they were indeed made out of paper. There were no cars around, so shoppers were able to walk anywhere they wanted on the brick street.

"District Zero technically doesn't exist. You won't find it on any map. It was built by a secret society that does not want to be found out and then slaughtered by the rest of the world. Oh and just a few things for you to remember before we continue. Witchcraft is not magic. It can be done by anyone willing to sell themselves to a demon. Magic is the manipulation of the planets natural energy. Some people are born with the ability, like Merlin, but most aren't." Alice explained.

"You're telling me there's a hidden society in the middle of New York and no one has found out about it?" Dean questioned disbelievingly.

"You did, just now." Alice replied. "But to answer your question, there are wards and enchantments designed to keep people without the ability to use magic away from certain places. Like Diagon alley in London, Triple Sevens in Vegas, and the Rocky Mountain Dragon Preserve, to name a few. Now come on, we have things to do."

She began walking and Sam and Dean followed.

"Who exactly do the people here worry about killing them?" Sam asked.

"Well there's you." Alice answered. "Not you, you, but hunters in general. There are a few that know, but they mostly that keep that info to themselves. Some of you guys are just too trigger happy, but it comes up when there's a dark magi on the loose."

"Magi? Is that what you call yourselves?" Sam questioned.

Alice paused briefly as they all stopped to look at an apothecary with bright pink smoke billowing out the door and a clerk shouting at her assistant. "In the America's yeah, but only in places that have to worry about distancing themselves from demon dealing whores." She said before continuing to walk.

"If you really want to know all this stuff we can stop and pick up some books after we stop at the bank." She added.

A thought occurred to Sam. "You're not going to get in trouble for showing us this place, are you?"

"No, you guys are hunters, as long as you don't kill anyone who isn't classified as dark, you're free to come in and buy whatever resources you need, books, potions, weapons, just get your money exchanged first and don't tell anyone else unless you're positive they aren't the shoot first, ask questions later type." Alice told him.

"I'm guessing that's why you didn't tell us about this right away." Dean stated.

Alice nodded. "Yeah. I really don't feel like dying permanently anytime soon."

"So what can you do?" Sam asked.

"You mean magic-wise? I'm kind of already doing it." Alice replied. "It's just a basic illusion I put over all of us. People still see us as we are, but no one looks to closely or listens to what we're saying. I figured it would be a good idea since I didn't know what your reactions would be and I look like a dead person whose face was in almost every magical newspaper. Bree's death was a way bigger deal to these people then to the rest of the world."

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Well, Bree was the sort of person that got a lot of attention just by being herself, which means she became an active political dissenter against a corrupt government who was then perused by unofficial agents of said government and forced to leave the UK. However she was still a target and had several near misses before she ended up in Gotham, and well, you know how that ended." Alice explained sadly. "It's a pretty big mess back in England right now, the magical branch of the government has been taken over by dark magi."

"What is a dark magi?" Sam asked. "Is it just someone who uses dark spells?"

"Well yes, that's the most basic definition, but different countries have different ideas of what constitutes a dark spell. The definition most agree on is someone who uses magic in order to harm people on a regular basis. So think serial offender, not a one time deal." Alice answered. "Unless someone uses an unforgivable. One of three spells that everyone agrees must not be used on a human being and doing so for any reason equals an instant life sentence."

Alice let out a tired sigh. "Right now the UK's magical government is under the control of people that uses those three spells on a regular basis. They believe that magic makes them better then everyone else and that people without magic are lower lifeforms that deserve to die. And everyone who has magic but whose parents didn't also deserve to die. And anyone with magic and parents who have magic, but who disagrees with them deserves to die."

"So basically they're Nazis." Dean summarized.

"And that's why the world is looking at England and getting ready for World War Three, but they way things are going, the worst that's going to happen is England self destructs and everyone else has to deal with the refugees." Alice replied. "Ah, here's the bank. Remember, don't look at it."

There was a good reason that everyone was advised against looking directly at this particular branch of Gringotts. It was a combination of competing architectural ideas. It was made entirely out of brick and mortar while being constructed mostly out of steel and glass. It was also square and simultaneously hexagonal building with sharp, twisting, curved angles that the human mind could not comprehend, but the goblins like it.

Alice ushered Sam and Dean through the solid oak doors, which were the only part of the exterior that wasn't constantly shifting. Inside it was more normal, with high ceilings, large chandeliers, and polished marble floors. There were quite a few people lined up in front of the goblin tellers, waiting for their turn. Sam and Dean stared.

"What the hell are those?" Dean asked.

"Goblins. They run the the banks." Alice informed him. "Now I'm about to drop the illusion, so get in line and be quiet."

It didn't take long for Alice to get to front of the line and exchange a pocket full of cash for Galleons.

"That was the first part of the trick, I'll show you the other part after we do some shopping." Alice said after they had left the bank and she had put the illusion back up.

After visiting a book shop and the apothecary the headed back to the Impala.

"So what the next part of your trick?" Dean asked.

"Next we find a pawn shop." Alice replied.

Line line line line

"That was anticlimactic." Dean complained ask they left the shop.

"Was that even legal?" Sam asked. "Because I know that you can't sell old pennies for the value of with the copper they're made of."

"It's illegal back in the UK, but only because someone abused the system and nearly sunk the economy. They had to apply a new system of wards to track the all Galleons, sickles, and knuts in the country to make sure the currency stays with the magical population. This country is too large for that, so as long as no one abuses the system, no one is going to do anything about it."

"Why don't they just change the currency?" Sam questioned.

Alice smiled. "The people don't decide the currency. The goblins do, and they love their gold."


"You know, I think Alice could be a lot more useful in a hunt then you originally thought." Sam told Dean as he read "What Can't magic do? A Guide for Those New to the Magical World."

"Yeah well, I didn't know that she had magic, and neither did you." Dean replied.

"I know, but there's a section in here about using magic to subdue dark creatures." Sam explained.

"Doesn't mean she knows any of it. Hey Alice, what kind of spells do you know?" Dean asked, looking at Alice in the rear view mirror.

Alice looked up from her book on talismans. "Uh, the spells Bree learned in her classes, the spells I learned from my classes and from my teacher in Star City, and I could probably do most of the the spells I've read about, but I haven't really been able to practice that much."

"What kind of classes did you and Bree take?" Sam questioned.

Alice shrugged. "Transfiguration, charms, potions, care of magical creatures, herbology, defense against the dark arts, and some others."

"You learn anything about dealing with witches in your defense classes?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Alice answered. "If you think there's a witch in your area, avoid them and report it to the proper authorities for investigation and disposal."

"Well, you've got two proper authorities right here." Dean responded. "We'll take care of the witch, you just stay in the hotel room and read about some magic that will be useful for hunting."

"What about the demon?" Alice inquired.

Sam looked at her. "What?"

"Where there's a witch, there's a demon giving it power." She replied. "That's why I was taught to avoid witches, because while finding the witch may be easy enough, demons are better at covering their tracks and keeping a watchful eye out. So while you're busy with the witch, the demon comes up and splatters your guts all over the wall and the demons that specialize in making witches tend to be more powerful then others. Maybe because of all the souls they've damned, or it could be that there's a certain power behind prayer and belief, either way you need to be careful when you deal with that kind of demon."

"Don't worry about it." Dean said. "We've taken out some pretty powerful demons before and we know what we're doing.

"If you say so." Alice mumbled.


The motel in Sturbridge was just as dirty and cheap as every other place they had stayed. Alice was lounging on her bed, reading a book, as Sam and Dean got ready to question the husband of the witches victim.

"Alright, we're going to the Dutton place to ask some questions." Dean told Alice. "If you go out, leave a note or call us, or something."

"You're tie is crooked." Alice replied.

Dean frowned. "You didn't even look up from your book."

Alice looked at him. "Okay. Your tie is crooked. You should fix it if you want to pass for an FBI agent."

"CDC actually." Sam interjected.

"Right well, tie. Fix it." Alice instructed. Dean grumbled, but did what she asked anyway.

"How long do you think you'll be gone?" Alice asked Sam.

"It depend on how much information we get from Mr. Dutton." He replied. "We'll call you when we know."

"Alright." Alice replied. She only had to wait a few more minutes until they leave, then she waited an additional fifteen to be sure.

Sturbridge's magical population was low, and spread out thinly, but there was a small shopping district with an office for reporting magical crimes, and instances of creatures attacking humans. Most of the second group get secretly passed on to known hunters, except for the most dangerous cases. Anything having to do with a witch was immediately flagged as high priority, even if it was something as mundane as using witchcraft to get the winning lotto numbers. All witchcraft comes from demons and has the potential to turn very dangerous, very quickly.

Alice walked into the office, filled out the form the bored looking secretary handed her, and gave it back. The secretary glanced at it, did a double take, then stamped it as urgent. Alice was quickly rushed into a back room and questioned.


Alice was back in the motel room by the time Dean stormed in, looking disgruntled while angrily pulling off his tie. Sam followed and closed the door.

"Things didn't go well, I take it?" Alice said.

"Was it that obvious?" Dean replied sarcastically. "First, there's an evacuation, and then Sam's demon girlfriend messes with my baby!"

"I'm sorry, did you say Sam's demon girlfriend?" Alice asked.

Sam looked sheepish.

"What? Sammy didn't tell you when you were getting to know each other back in Star City?" Dean questioned.

"She's not really my girlfriend." Sam said defensively.

"Yeah... I'm really more concerned about the "demon" part of the equation." Alice responded.

"Her name is Ruby." Sam told her.

"Is it really her name, or is it the name of the girl she's wearing?" Alice asked. "And why do you have a demon friend anyway?"

"She's helping me find a way to keep Dean out of hell." Sam answered.

"Why would she want to do that?" Alice questioned. "It goes against everything that demons stand for."

"She's different. Today she warned us about the demon you were worried about." Sam explained.

"She's probably just trying to gain your trust." Alice replied.

"That's exactly what I was saying." Dean agreed. "We need to kill her before she kills us."

"Kill her with what?" Sam asked. "The gun she fixed for us?"

"Whatever works." Dean replied.

"If she wants us dead all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Sam stated.

"Unless she needs you alive so she can trick you into doing something for her." Alice reasoned.

"That's funny coming from someone created by a trickster." Sam told her.

"Fine. Do what you want." Alice said. There was no emotion in her voice.

"Alice I-" Sam began to backpedal, but was cut off by a knock at the door. He opened it and found two men in suits on the other side. One was older with dark hair and the other was blond.

"We're looking for an Alice Smith." explained the dark haired one. "Is she here?"

"Right here!" Alice exclaimed, rushing to the door. Sam moved over to give her some room.

"So how'd it go?" she asked.

It was the blond who answered. "The witches were easy, but the demon was a lot more powerful than we expected, but we managed to contain it with minimal injuries."

"I'm guessing that "minimal injuries" is just code for "no one died, but I'm not going to tell you anything else because government" right?"

"We can't tell you that ma'am." the dark haired one stated.

"Wait, what's going on?" Dean demanded.

"When you went out I contacted S.E.A. and told them about the witch." Alice paused for a moment. "But you said witches."

"It was a coven." the blond replied.

"What the hell is S.E.A.?" Dean questioned.

"The Secrecy Enforcement Agency. They're primary goal is to maintain the safety of the magical world, but they'll always take time out of their day to take down a witch or two." Alice explained.

"The last thing we need is another Satanic Panic." the dark haired agent replied.

"Anyway, we thought you're friends here might be upset if they thought they came all this way for nothing, so we got you this." the blond said, handing Alice a manila envelope. "There's information on all nearby hunts in there, and we did a bit of background and are looking into the Winchester case, but the FBI seems unusually reluctant to let that go."

"Wait, what?" Alice said.

"Well it doesn't do anyone any good to lock away hunters. Every week we have to sort though paperwork and play the criminal or hunter game, but cases always slip through the cracks." he explained.

"Okay, well, uh, thanks." Alice replied.

The agents nodded. "Keep up the good work." the dark haired one told Sam and Dean before they both disappeared with a crack.

"I can't believe you went behind our backs." Dean complained as Alice shut the door.

"Yeah, well, I figured that you wouldn't have let me report it if I told you and I didn't want to get in trouble for not reporting it." Alice replied. "Witches are high priority targets, no matter what they're using their power for, and S.E.A... S.E.A. hates witches. It's kind of like how the rest of the government goes to extremes with terrorists and I don't want to end up in the magical version of Git-mo."

"Next time tell us, alright?" Dean requested.

"Yeah, alright." Alice said, not meeting his eyes.


They found an easy salt and burn in Rhode Island. Alice's magic made it easier to dig up the frozen ground.

"This kind of thing is what Dad started us out on." Dean explained as he and Sam dug the magically thawed ground while Alice stood watch. "That way we could learn the basics. Like research and shooting strait."

The rest of the hunt was pretty boring. Alice only had to shoot the ghost in the face with rock salt once before the remains were dug up and burned.

With the job done, they stopped to get something to eat in a town called Happy Harbor.

"Next time can I pick the place? I'm kind of tired of diner food." Alice said as they left the local diner.

"What's wrong with diner food?" Dean questioned.

"I just want something else is all, like Italian, or maybe a steak house." Alice replied. "I'll pay."

"You always pay." Sam pointed out.

"All the more reason for me to pick where we eat." Alice responded.

There was a group of teenagers on the other side of the street, walking in the other direction. Alice barely registered their presence until the youngest walked into a pole because he'd been watching her.

Dean snickered. "I remember Sam doing something like that when he first started to notice girls."

Sam elbowed him. "I did not."

Alive bit her lip, shooting a worried glance at the boy who was being helped up by his friends.

"He's what, twelve or thirteen?" she asked.

Dean shrugged. "Don't worry about it. If he's like Sam he's not going to do anything more then stare awkwardly. They can't arrest you for being stared at by some kid."

"That's not what's bothering me." Alice replied. "This kind of thing makes me aware of my age."

"Dean, think about it." Sam said, having realized what Alice was getting at. "She's only been alive for two years."

"Right." Alice agreed. "Mentally I was born fourteen, but I only have two years of actual life experience, and that makes things weird."

"Damn it." Dean swore. "You don't need someone to give you the talk do you? Because we'll have to get Ellen or Jo for that."

"No!" Alice exclaimed.

"Good, because that would have been awkward for everyone." Dean replied.


So walking into a pole was not Robin's proudest moment, but it's not everyday you saw a dead person walking around... Especially someone you had watched die. The whole reason Megan had suggested an outing while they waited for KF to get out of school was to take everyone's mind off of her.

Except there she was, leaving the diner. Robin saw her first and stared until he walked into the pole. She had glanced back at him. There was worry, but no recognition on her face when she saw Megan and Conner helping him up.

And then she just walked away.

"It wasn't her." Conner told them once they were back at Mt. Justice.

"But she looked just like her." Megan replied.

"I heard them talking." Conner stated. "I think she's a clone."

"Why? What did they say?" Robin asked.

"She said that she's two years old, but was born fourteen." Conner explained.

"So you think she's like you? Way, way, younger than she looks?" Robin questioned.

Conner nodded.

Megan frowned. "But why would Cadmus clone Bree?"

"We don't know that it was Cadmus." Robin replied.

It didn't take long for Batman to find information on Bree's clone after he was told about her.

"Alice Marie Smith. Seventeen years old, born off an island off the coast of England. Moved to America at some point and ended up in foster care in Arizona for less than a month before being adopted by Lisa Smith, the current owner and CEO of the Imperial Corporation. The adoption wasn't made public, probably so Lisa wouldn't have to explain why her new daughter looked just like her niece." he explained to Wonder Woman, Superman, Black Canary, and Green Arrow.

The were in the conference room of the Watchtower. There was a holographic image floating in the middle of the table.

"This was the only picture I could find of both Alice and Bree." Batman continued. "It was taken shortly before Bree left England. Alice is the one holding the baby."

The picture showed Alice holding her new baby sister with Bree's arm around her shoulders. There were some differences. Alice was tan, with lighter, longer hair styled in soft curls.

"She looks familiar." Green Arrow stated.

"She should." Batman replied. "She's the one who called an ambulance for Roy, and then went missing days later."

"Right. Roy was... upset when he found out." Black Canary stated diplomatically.

"So do you think Cadmus is behind this?" Wonder Woman asked.

"No." Batman answered. "And I don't believe that Alice is a clone. Not the kind we know Cadmus had made anyway."

"Why not?" Green Arrow asked.

"Because clones don't have identical scars and Alice and Bree both have matching scars on their collarbones." Batman explained.

"So what are we dealing with here? Time travel? Alternate realities?" Green Arrow questioned.

"I'm still investigating Alice's origin." Batman replied. "But their are more pressing concerns when it comes to her case."

"Like what?" Green Arrow said.

"Like the FBI's investigation into her involvement in a murder." Batman responded. He went on to explain the details of FBI's case along with what was suspected about the men she was traveling with. He also mentioned that a different organization was attempting to get the charges against the Winchesters dropped, but the FBI was being strangely resistant despite the overwhelming evidence disproving their profile of the brothers.

"What do we tell Barry?" Wonder Woman asked.

"There's no reason to tell him anything." Batman replied. "We shouldn't involve any of her relatives in this so soon after her death. It wouldn't be fair to either of them if we told Barry about Alice."


Percy was convinced that the members of the Light were completely insane. It was really the only explanation for their plan to split the planet into to separate realities, one with only adults, the other with only children, just so they could steal something from Star Labs. It was crazy, and potentially deadly on the children's side because of the sudden disappearance of pilots, drivers, and hospital staff. Obviously if they had considered the consequences of their actions they didn't care.

Fortunately the ritual had been disrupted, but Imperial was scrambling to divert resources to the undercover team so the Light could quickly be disposed of while still maintaining defense against Voldemort and disguising their actions. Even Lisa hadn't thought that the Light would attempt something so cruel and outlandish.

In addition to that, Bree's "death" had been a blow to moral for anyone that didn't know that it was faked.. Percy knew, since he was supposedly dead as well, but he did worry about his brothers.


Additional x-over: Young Justice. Percy's team prevented the events of the episode "Misplaced."

First scene in the collection will be up soon. Bree performs a bot of accidental magic pre-Hogwarts.