Everyone split into groups to handle various issues. Superman and Harry dealt with the planes, The Flash managed to save one by phasing it through a bridge but he didn't want to try it twice.

Cyclops and the White Queen headed to Barry's precinct to help with coordination.

Wolverine, Xander and most of the Sekirei headed to the island super-max prison of Iron Heights. They were tasked with keeping the prisoners in line and killing the ones who refused to comply.

The rest spread out through the affected city, their job was to enforce order and deal with idiots. This was the first real mission for the five new Amazons.

"Captain Frye, I'm-"

"Cyclops and the White Queen, I know who you are." Frye frowned as the two costumed heroes marched into the squad room; they had caught the attention of everyone, especially the White Queen with her… 'costume'. "Jim Gordon warned me you might show up when the Flash started making waves. What do you want?" He asked bluntly.

"We are here to help, Captain." Emma explained. "Our friends are out there now helping to keep order whilst Superman tries to stop the planes falling out of the sky. Some of our friends are at Iron Heights making sure your incarcerated super villains don't try and take advantage of the black out and keeping the guards safe."

"We've come to you to see if we can aid you in coordination or any other areas." Cyclops added.

"Fine, just make sure you are gone before the government sends more goons after you. I don't want to be caught in a pissing match with them." He grunted.

"They won't be a problem." Cyclops assured him.

"Major problems are communication and transportation. What ever caused this fried all electronics."

"We suspect an EMP blast." Cyclops confirmed. "We can have a new communication system here within the hour. We can also get some vehicles here as well."

"What if this happens again and those devices stop working?"

"We will supply you with hardened equipment. It should be able to survive an EMP at the least."


There were six planes and two helicopters over the city when the blast occurred. Superman could easily catch a plane and place it on the ground, but not six in a matter of minutes. Not without ripping the plane to pieces and severely injuring the passengers.

Which is exactly what happened.

Superman would grab the plane and super-speed it to the nearest open space. The speed he moved at caused the wings to sheer off and the windows to shatter. The passengers all suffered from a minimum of whiplash.

Fortunately Harry was there and he entered each plane and made sure all the passengers were healed. Including the few who decided to have heart attacks and die. The Flash had managed to save the first one as even with how fast Superman was the Flash was simply faster.

"Ok, we're done for now." Superman breathed out heavily. It wasn't physically tiring, just mentally and emotionally. All the panicking passengers, the terrified screams and the close calls… it could be very draining.

"I'm heading for Cyclops and Emma. You do what you can in the city." Harry instructed. "Make yourself as visible as possible. People need to see the hero at work, it will give them hope."

"Understood." Superman was not a fan of fame, but he understood the psychology behind it thanks to Scott's teachings.

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The prisoners had broken out of the structure and were now on the outer grounds of the island. But they froze at the sight of array of beautiful women in short black dresses with flowing capes and Japanese swords.

Slightly more intimidating was the man in front of them dressed in a tight yellow outfit with a head covering mask and blue accents. Not to mention the three large claws protruding from between the knuckles on each hand.

Even more intimidating was the Dark Lord of the Sith standing there in his black cloak with his face obscured by his hood and a green lightsabre in one hand.

"Now is a good time to return to your cells." Wolverine growled.

"Who the hell are you?" One man demanded.

"Who cares, they brought more chicks. Their cool in my books." Another grinned lasciviously.

The Sith Lord's hand shot out and the man slumped to the floor, he wasn't dead and he wasn't unconscious… but he was immobilised.

"Tonight my Master takes the soul of that one." The figure declared in a gravelly voice.

"Shit! They have a Sith!" A Star Wars nut of a prisoner screamed. Incidentally, he wasn't incarcerated for being a Star Wars nut.

"I am the Hand of Death." Xander announced. "Unless you want my Master to claim all your souls then you should return to your cells or we will be forced to prepare you for his arrival."

"I'm really hoping you want to meet his master." Wolverine smirked.

The Sekirei stood there impassively and emotionlessly. Over the past weeks Miya and the other members of the Disciplinary Squad had taught them all how to be behave as members. They had all begun patrolling Tokyo on a regular basis, tracking down Sekirei and Ashikabi.

"I don't care who you are. Nobody incarcerates Captain Cold! When I'm done with you I'll deal with that fool the Flash." A tall pale blue older man declared as he threw his hands out sending a blast of cold at the group.

He was met by far more powerful flames from Homura. The steam was waved away by a wind generated by Kazehana.

"That one made his choice." Death's Hand stated as he waved a hand and Captain Cold fell to the ground as well.

Slowly some of the prisoners turned and walked back inside.

But criminals are not the smartest people. Most of them saw their chance for freedom and they charged the assembled group.

Iron Heights would have a much smaller population by the end of the night.


Meanwhile, the others were dealing with a more annoying situation. The Phoenixes were flying over the worst parts of the city and singing to calm it, except Jean who was too young at barely four years old. She and Kusano were in the safe hands of Earl and his family.

The annoying part wasn't prying the injured out of crashed cars and stalled elevators. No, it was dealing with the idiot drivers who decided to ignore the fact that this was a citywide incident and blame each other.

"I don't care if he swerved into the wrong lane!" Kyla shouted at the man in the business suit with the expensive car and likely even more expensive dent. "He had no control, you have a problem with that then take it up with the government."

The man proceeded to threaten her with a lawsuit so she stunned him and bound him.

"Have a nice day." She said politely to the man with the two little girls who had been the other victims in this mess.

"Bye!" The seven-year-old girls called out as she took to the air.

"Really Kyla, he was that bad?" Tess smirked as she joined her in the air.

"He's one of those people that thinks they are entitled. Like the Luthors. I'm damn glad our Lex found you first, no telling what would have happened if Luthor got to you."

"Me too, although days like this make me long for when we can move permanently to the island." Tess sighed.

"And what if you find yourself some nice man to settle down with?" Kyla teased.

"I'll cross that bridge when it comes up. Maybe Harry will have conquered the world by then."

They heard shouting nearby, exchanging a tired look they headed over to deal with the looters taking advantage of the lack of police and alarms.


With the major incidents like falling planes dealt with Superman was sent to North Korea to pick up various supplies and bring them back. Mainly the emergency things like generators for the hospitals. The Koreans had placed these things in reinforced shipping containers that so Superman didn't have to worry about moving too slowly. It still took nearly fifteen minutes there and back.

By the time the rest of the world was waking up the city was approaching something resembling order. Of course several major shopping districts were lined with bound and gagged individuals who learnt the hard way that pissing off a magical Amazon was not a smart idea.

The prisoners of Iron Heights who had peacefully returned to their cells where sealed in with a promise from the guards that they would put in a good word with the parole board.

Those that chose to fight were left bleeding and dismembered on the shores of the island as they awaited judgement from Lord Death.

Harry turned up pretty quickly and started destroying souls. Until he came to one young man.

"What are you in for?" Harry asked the young black man who barely looked to be out of college.

"I was accused of murdering my best friend." He said sourly.

"Did you do it?"

"What does it matter?"

"Answer the question." Harry ordered.

"No I didn't do it, but the cop who did framed me." He snarled.

"Why did you come out and fight?" Harry knew the kid was telling the truth, but his actions didn't make sense.

"Figured it was a chance to escape, try and clear my name or at least kill the cop who killed my friend."

"But then the team turned up and you still fought."

The kid snorted with a hint of embarrassment. "Yeah, I didn't think they knew what they were up against. Thought I could help out a bit. I smashed a few heads, but I think I might have just got in the way."

Harry just chuckled. "That team of people has taken out entire armies with just their swords."

"I can believe it." He nodded.

"Alright, I'm taking you to Captain Frye of the police. Hopefully he'll listen to me. Wolverine, keep this one safe, he's innocent." He called over his shoulder.

"Baby-sitting? Really?" He grumbled.

"Suck it up old man."

"I thought your dad was 'Old Man'."

"Compared to you he is, but then again, so am I. But you still call me 'Kid'."

Wolverine just sighed. "Still don't mean I like this."


"I've been suspicious about you super types ever since the incident in Gotham." Frye admitted to Cyclops and the White Queen. "But you seem to be on the level. Can't say I appreciate you hiding your identities though."

"Keep yourself honest and we'll tell you who we are. Commissioner Gordon is aware of our identities because he has proven himself." Cyclops informed him.

"Captain Frye, we just got reports that the army is rolling in. They're headed this way." A nearby radio operator called out.

"If I haven't missed my guess then you are not going to want to be here when they arrive." Frye said pointedly to the two heroes.

"True. But we don't like leaving you in the lurch." Cyclops frowned.

Frye laughed loudly. "Lurch? It's taken the government nearly twelve hours to get here; you've been here since the blast happened and you brought in equipment from overseas. I may have my reservations about you Supers but you're welcome back, just do me a favour and let me know if you are in town."

"Hey! Someone get that kid in cuffs!" Frye shouted as Harry marched in with his wrongly convicted charge.

"Not so fast Captain." Harry countered. "He's innocent."

"I sincerely hope you have more than his word on that." Frye said sceptically.

"I know a good few lie detectors who are infallible." Harry smiled. "He's telling the truth and he helped out when his fellow inmates tried to escape Iron Heights."

"What's your name kid." Frye asked, his expression was unforgiving; he wasn't going to accept anything but cold, hard evidence.

"Andrew Jackson."

"Look kid, I need your real name, stop-"

"It's in my files, the names Jackson and my Ma decided to name Andrew." The young said unhappily. "She didn't take into account that every time a cop stops a black kid and he gives his name as Andrew Jackson they think he's offering a bribe."

Harry just stood there trying not to laugh.

"Its not funny!" Andrew snapped.

"Yes it is."

"You try being stopped every time you come across a cop and then having to prove your really named after the guy on the twenty dollar bill."

"Ok, so it's a little annoying, but after all the crap I've been through in my life, you'd see the funny side." Harry said, still smiling.

"Look, I can pull his records but without evidence I can show a judge there isn't much I can do." Frye explained.

"What if I call in a few private investigators, get them to poke around. I'd rather this was done externally though, he was framed by a cop."

"Are you an idiot?!" Frye hissed as he moved in closer and checked the area for anyone listening. "You can't walk into a precinct and accuse cops of corruption!"

"Sure I can. I just did." Harry smiled happily.

"If any cop heard you you could get yourself in a lot of trouble." He was hissing as quietly as he could.

"Any cop who has a problem with me doing the right thing and seeking justice isn't worthy of the position… and I would be happy to take them on." Harry's smile was no longer happy but more… sinister.

Frye sighed but didn't step back. "How many people heard the kid say a cop framed him?"

"None, just the heroes who brought him to my attention. But he won't be safe in this city."

"No kidding." Frye sneered sarcastically. "I can't contact the DA, I can't send him to any facilities where he might get recognised… just what the hell am I supposed to do about this?"

"Cyclops, take him somewhere safe, I'll get the details from you later."

"You can't just take a prisoner, there are rules, forms-"

"Huge miscarriages of justice."

"This needs to be investigated."

"And it will be. Focus on the current crisis and leave the kid to me." Harry said firmly. "If you need me you can contact me through Jim Gordon."

"Gordon! Can you give him to Gordon?" Frye said suddenly. "I can handle a verbal transaction."

"You want to put me in a Gotham prison?" Andrew asked fearfully. "I'd be safer in Iron Heights!"

"Don't worry, the Commissioner will keep you in the precinct, it will only be for a few days." Harry assured him.

"You really think it will be that quick?" Frye scoffed.

"Probably quicker. My team is pretty smart. And pretty." Harry added thoughtfully.

"Fine, take him. I'll call Jim in- whenever I can get a signal… or a phone that works."


Emma had taken the more practical move of bringing Jim Gordon to Captain Frye. Although a bit startled and requiring proof of whom he was talking to, it did help move things along.

Andrew Jackson was then teleported to Gotham with Commissioner Gordon by Cyclops and the White Queen.

Clark returned to Smallville with Lana so they could continue trying to prove Dex MacCullum's innocence. The Sekirei returned to their normal duties in Tokyo.

Laura, Chloe and Kyla were given the task of proving Andrew Jackson's innocence.

Barry Allen was stuck with patrolling the city as a cop in the aftermath of the EMP blast but a co-worker, Patty Spivot, found some leads and managed to finagle the area containing a lead from Frye for them to patrol. Due to the lack of vehicles they were forced to use horses. This was a new experience for Barry, Miya and Akitsu. The two Sekirei were used to horses thanks to working on the farm but they had yet to ride them.

Miya was no longer wearing her uniform and both women were dressed in jeans and blouses more suited for work like this. Neither of them were used to the garments and were soon itching like crazy.

They checked several places before they reached the end of Patty's list.

"There are definitely people in this one." Harry informed them.

"How the hell do you know that?" Patty asked, she didn't know about Barry being the Flash and she didn't know about Harry and the Sekirei, she just thought they were friends of Barry's.

"It doesn't matter. Weapons out people." Harry ordered as he marched towards the warehouse.

Barry and Patty paused for a moment as the two Japanese women followed Harry. They then quickly ran after them with their weapons drawn.

They stalked their way into the building with Harry handling any locks surreptitiously. The first worrying thing they came across was two Manuel-clones dragging a long black bag and arguing about killing a doctor.

"Sweetheart, go and stop those two will you. Akitsu, you too. Don't worry about keeping them alive them though." Harry whispered.

Both Sekirei touched their watches and their clothes morphed into their black uniforms.

"What the hell!"

"Shh!" Barry hissed at Patty. "Later."

Harry gestured for the other two to follow him as they heard Miya challenge the pair of clones and demand their surrender. Patty and Barry turned back when they heard gunfire but Harry just reached back and pulled them on.

"They'll be fine." He said calmly.

As they moved they had to hide in the shadows as more clones started running through the corridors towards the commotion and more gunfire was heard.

The corridors were now clear but only because they were all shooting at Miya and Akitsu.

Harry opened a heavy metal door and they were met with the sight of Manuel strapped to a chair with his hands cut off.

Harry shuddered. "Why did they do this?" He demanded, is voice was gravelly and smoke was billowing from his mouth.

"Barry man, who is this guy?" Manuel asked worriedly.

"Whoa there son, reign it in."

The other three occupants of the room were startled when a tall lanky man appeared in the room and started hugging Harry.

"You can fix it and we'll gut the bastards." Xander whispered into his son's hair as he held him.

It wasn't unusual for Harry to be disturbed by the sight of such callous mutilations. He couldn't go to certain African countries without a Phoenix to calm him, the first time it had happened in his home world it had taken nearly the entirety of the castle to calm him and prevent him from performing a mass cleansing of the world.

"I'm better." Harry said quietly. "It's ok." He pushed away from Xander slightly. He gave his dad a grateful nod and Xander released him.

"Why did they do this to you?" Harry asked again.

"Any part of me cut off grows back, but my clones come from my severed parts." Manuel explained as Xander released him from his bonds.

The door suddenly slammed open and Miya and Akitsu rushed in.

"Father! Are you well?" Akitsu asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. Just some old horrors come back to haunt me." He said as he kissed his Sekirei on the forehead.

"Your rage… it… consumed us." Miya said softly. "We… we lost ourselves, killed them all."

"Don't worry, I know what's happening, it doesn't really matter about the clones."

"You killed them?" Manuel asked, horrified. "All they wanted to do was live! They were dying!" He said angrily as he rose out of his chair aggressively. Xander quickly put a hand on him.

"Pipe down or I'll see to it that you never make another clone again." He snapped.

"I know what you are, Manuel." Harry said in clear voice. "I knew a man like you, he had much better control though. You can learn control and you can learn to generate clones in a better manner."

"There were other subjects the CIA experimented on?" Manuel asked, his curiosity overriding his anger.

"No, just another individual with powers like yours."

"I- I can't hear them… or feel them." Manuel said, he sounded lost.

Harry instructed Barry and Patty to head back on patrol, he promised to bring Manuel round later and gave Barry permission to tell Patty all about him, even if he didn't tell her about himself.

Harry teleported Manuel to Jonathan and Martha, he needed a healing environment and someone to talk to. With Jean still a child they were down a counsellor, Emma would need to consider taking a sabbatical or promoting Terrance.

Brunhilde, Laura and Matsu were called into deal with the warehouse due to the fairly advanced hardware they found there. They were able to determine that this equipment was the cause of the EMP blast and that is was an accident and not a terrorist attack.

Captain Frye was greatly relieved.

The lab suffered an unfortunate fire and subsequent explosion that destroyed all the equipment.

There were reports of a young woman of Native American descent seen in the area dancing around the flames.


"You know who we should have brought?" Kyla asked grumpily as she sifted through the various files and documents related to Andrew Jackson's case. "Chiho. She is amazing at this sort of thing."

"If we hit a dead end we'll call in help." Laura assured her.

"I want to know why this Dillon Adaire isn't already on IA's radar." Chloe scowled. She was going through Adaire's personal files; he was the cop that had framed Jackson. "He has a ton of complaints against him."

"Maybe he has someone in IA covering for him." Kyla shrugged.

"It happens, Internal Affairs Officers are still just cops but they sometimes let the extra power go to their heads. They can also be as corrupt as the criminals, just like regular cops." Laura agreed.

"Have you got anything Kyla?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing good, his DNA was on the barrel of the gun, his bloody prints on the grip, he was arrested at the scene of the crime by Adaire. If Harry didn't know he was innocent then even I'd think he was guilty."

"Why was his DNA on the barrel?" Laura asked.

"It doesn't say, it just says that there was burnt flesh and blood there."

"Do you have the pictures of Jackson when he was processed?" Laura asked eagerly.

"Somewhere in here…" Chloe muttered as she rummaged through the file. "I really need to scan these to make it easier." She grumbled. "I can't find it, is Barry still around? Maybe he can help."

"Still on patrol." Kyla answered.

"I find can't any pictures of Jackson other than his booking photo."

"Well that's wrong, the reports say he was covered in blood, is there a GSR report?" Laura asked.

"GSR… that's the, erm…"

"Gun Shot Residue, jeeze Kyla, watch some TV!" Chloe teased.

"Shut up! I prefer being outdoors." She retorted. "I can't see it. What will it tell us?"

"If he fired the gun or was near a gun when it was fired." Laura answered.

"How did this case even make it to court?" Chloe asked incredulously. "So far we have a corrupt cop, a corrupt IA detective, and now we might have rats in forensics, the DA's office and possibly a judge."

"Don't mistake corruption for incompetence." Laura warned. "There is a difference, but the outcomes are often the same."

"Why don't we ask Commissioner Gordon to process Jackson now? Also to take a testimony?" Chloe suggested. "If he has a scar from the barrel then it might match up."

"What scar?" Kyla asked.

"The burnt DNA on the barrel of the gun, depending on where it came from it might mean he was struck with the gun or someone tried to force it into his hand or he was defending himself from it." Chloe explained.

"Ah crap, someone needs to go and make sure the gun is still in evidence then." Kyla scowled.


Whilst the case of Andrew Jackson was being investigated, Lana and Clark were still attempting to figure out how to prove Dex's innocence.

Chiho handed them a folder.

"Chiho… this is the official file on the murder and Lachlan Luthor." Lana said in shock.

"Sheriff Adams was very helpful." She said.

"She was?" Clark asked. "Maybe we should have you deal with her from now on." He teased.

"I would be very happy to work for you Clark." She said with bow.

"Relax Chiho, we're all just kids and students here." Clark assured her. The girl still held him in some awe because of… everything. She went to school with Superman, the owner of the largest and most powerful company in Japan and the one who had saved her Uzume… there was no way she couldn't be in awe.

"Did you take a look yet?" Lana asked as she leafed through the photocopied pages.

"I did, I was not sure if you-"

"Any help you can give is appreciated." Clark assured her. "Tell us what you found."

"Sheriff Tate, he released Lachlan Luthor from prison the day Louise MacCallum was killed."

"Dex was a respected member of the community, why would Tate automatically assume he killed his own wife?" Clark wondered.

"I hate to say it, but only Tate can answer that. The answers might be in the pendant." Lana pointed out.

"Yes, but what else might be in there?" Clark countered.

"You could ask the Cuckoos to read Mayor Tate's mind." Chiho offered.

"They really don't like doing that and I really don't like them doing that." Clark grimaced. He saw Chiho's face fall. "It's a good idea if we were dealing with a murderer on the loose and needed to find them but there isn't an immediate danger."

"No, but Dex MacCallum is losing more and more days of freedom."

The three students turned to see the aforementioned Cuckoos standing at the door. "We take reading minds very seriously." Phoebe told them.

"We know exactly what each of you is thinking right now." Mindee continued.

"But we put it out of our minds immediately because it is not our place to know what you are thinking." Celeste finished.

"We'll stop by the town hall after school and see what we can find out." Phoebe promised.


Things were finally wrapping up in Central City. Laura and the girls had more than enough evidence to get Frye to call in official investigators from the State or Federal authorities. Jackson was moved to a minimum security open prison whilst the evidence was processed and his name cleared. He was due to be free within a month.

The Cuckoos confirmed that the Mayor was guilty as sin, a quick visit from Death's Hand had him down the Sheriff's office confessing.

Manuel was fairly concerned to find himself back to school with young children. He couldn't help but be smitten with Kusano but he was frequently slapped by the other Sekirei and women when his womanising nature came out.

It didn't help that Kusano would be standing there giving him a disappointed look.

Barry was frequently over to visit with Manuel and to try and help the man who had been like a brother to him.

"So can you make any more… yous?" Barry asked after the first week.

"Yeah, no more cutting off parts, just gotta hit something. The Doc did something to me and now I can absorb them too. Says the CIA didn't make me like this, they just unlocked it."

"That's good, because the self-mutilation… really not the way to go."

"Yeah." Manuel chuckled. "Listen man, the Doc, he says I need to get out of America. He's setting me up with some sweet digs in North Korea of all places."

"What? Why?"

"I'm ex-CIA man. I have some thing they would kill to have. I can either live in hiding here in the States or be semi-free in North Korea, maybe find myself a nice chica and settle down."

"Whoa! Back it up a bit there! You? Settle down?"

Manuel just slugged him on the shoulder. "Yeah, I know. But you know what? After the horrors I've been through? I could use a break. The Doc is setting me up with the government and they are going to offer me any jobs I might want to do for them. He says they won't force me."

"Yeah, he rules North Korea."

"Wait, he wasn't joking about that?" Manuel asked with wide eyes.

"I was there when Superman took their nukes into space. Most amazing thing I ever saw." Barry muttered in awed remembrance.


Barry had his own problems to deal with and he had called Harry to consult with Dr. Elias, Harry dragged Clark along.

"Dr. Elias says I'm pulling stuff out of the past and it's just going to get worse." The Flash explained. So far Dr. Elias only knew the Flash and not Barry Allen.

"True, you need to practice."

"Practice! We need to destroy this… Speed Force!" Elias exclaimed.

"Ok Darwin, you need more information than you have." Harry said as he conjured a set of armchairs for everyone.

"My god! What did you do?" Elias exclaimed at the sight of magic.

"I manipulated a specific form of energy that current technology has no means of detecting." Harry decided to take the scientific route. "It has been known throughout history as 'magic'."

"Magic?"

Clark was surprised when the scientist didn't seem offended by the suggestion, merely intrigued. "So all the stage magicians who-"

"No, they are mostly illusionists who are excellent with the sleight of hand. I'll give you the full run down another time but for now let me assure you that the Speed Force, as you and Barry call it-"

"Barry?"

"Thanks for asking permission, Harry." The Flash sighed as he deactivated costume.

Elias just chuckled. "That certainly explains why you vanished during the attack."

"Yes, but getting back to the issue." Harry interjected. "The Speed Force is not causing temporal rifts because you have miss-named it. The Speed Force is actually Time. Time is an Aspect of Existence like Death, Magic and Love, recent events have caused the Aspects to react and they did so by choosing Avatars. Barry was chosen as the Avatar of Time. He can tap into the powers of Time and increase the rate at which he can operate.

"My educated guess is that Barry will be able to not only traverse the streams of Time like I can but also reverse a Time stream, that is something I have never done and will likely never do short of other Aspects giving me their approval." Harry said fiercely.

"Who the hell are you?" Darwin Elias asked in incredulous shock. "You are honestly telling me that not only can you time travel but that certain elements that we know of like Death, Love and Time are sentient and thinking beings?"

"Hi, I'm Death." Harry said with a happy grin as he held out his hand.

Elias raised an eyebrow and looked at Clark and Barry.

"It's true." Clark nodded with a sigh. It was never easy making these revelations to people. "He has taken me through time, space and dimensions and I have seen him destroy souls, revert them back to their initial spark and bring people back from the dead… sometimes so he can just chat to them. His own dad recently came back to life to help out and he's been dead for around twenty million years."

Elias looked to Barry.

"I haven't witnessed much but something is telling me to trust him. I just can't describe it."

"That is your patron, The Aspect known as Time."

Clark was instantly on his feet with Harry as he bowed to the beautiful goddess Aphrodite.

"Lady Aphrodite, always a pleasure." Harry smiled as he stepped towards her and exchanged a kiss.

When they separated she looked to Clark with a teasing smile. "Come now Kal-El, surely you will not always make me come to you?"

Clark couldn't help but chuckle as he stepped forward and exchanged a kiss with Aphrodite, this one was a lot deeper than the last, but he took it in stride. "It is good to see you again." Clark assured her. "You should come and visit the girls, I'm sure you know all about them."

"Of course! I would have loved have to have been there with you in Tokyo but it would have been wrong. It was your mission."

Aphrodite turned to Barry. "Barry Allen, the first Avatar of Time." She said in greeting as she performed one of those bows that had Clark wondering how she didn't fall out of her toga.

"Errr…. Ummmm. Hhhuuu" Barry was practically drooling.

Clark raised a finger and zapped him.

"OW!"

"Pull yourself together man." Harry snapped, but he and Aphrodite were both smirking.

"Nice to meet you ma'am." He managed.

"Doctor Darwin Elias, I came to help Lord Death provide answers Barry Allen, the Avatar of Time and yourself, his mortal advisor." She said as she formerly addressed the Doctor. "I am the Greek Goddess, Aphrodite. I am an Avatar of Love, all that Lord Death has told you is true."

Elias just stood there staring… but he was more of a gentleman than Barry. "My Lady, your beauty is nearly proof enough." He said with bow.

"Ah, such manners and class. Something that is sorely lacking these days." Aphrodite smiled as she returned his bow, but this time with a curtsy of the same style.

"Forgive me for my reticence, but this is all quite startling news." Elias said as Harry indicated for them to sit.

"Well we did just change your perception of existence in less than five minutes, we can give you a pass for that." Harry smirked.

"I think the bottom line for Barry is that until he gets more practice he's going to keep accidentally pulling things in from the past… maybe even the future." Clark stated.

"But he is currently risking existence." Elias pointed out.

"Time will not allow its Avatar to endanger itself in such a manner." Aphrodite assured him. "Certain mistakes are allowed for 'teething' purposes, but it will always step in before things get too bad."

"Plus, if things do get bad then I can possibly help fix them." Harry pointed out.

"What if you sent Barry to Thor and the others?" Clark suggested. "Could one of them help train him better?"

Harry thought about that for a moment. "Barry is the only Avatar of Time. Any others would have been sent my way by Time like Barry was. But there are speedsters and scientists with more experience and technology."

"He doesn't mean any offence Doctor Elias." Clark said quickly. "The scientists are thousands of years in the future and have been dealing with super powered people and aliens for longer."

"Sounds amazing." Elias said with awe.

"Yes, a good plan Clark." Harry nodded. "Doctor, you can go with him. I'll send Virgil and Cyrus too. They are struggling with a few FTL concepts so they can learn something as well."

"I can't just leave, I have experiments to monitor."

"Don't worry, you'll be back at pretty much the same time you left."

"Or earlier."

They all turned to see duplicate copies of Barry and Elias standing in the doorway.

"My god!"

"Yes?"

Everyone looked to the cheeky goddess. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."

"Madam, you can be sure I will never refer to you as anything other than a goddess." The future Elias smiled with another bow. "Your counterparts send their greetings and an invite to visit them at your convenience."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up. "Lord Death, could I impose?" She asked.

"Not a problem. We'll head back to the castle and head off from there."


When Aphrodite returned she had a very big smile on her face. Nobody bothered to ask her how it got there.

"Come My Goddess, I believe you have stories to tell!"

Ok, so nobody but Kyla.

"As long as you break Kal-El in soon. I can only wait so long until I take matters into my own hands!"

Clark's eyebrows rose and his face paled.

There was a gust of wind and he was gone.

"I'll work on it." Kyla sighed.

There was an impromptu dance of joy in the corner between Musubi, Yume, Matsu and Kazehana. Tsukiumi just rolled her eyes as Homura watched in amusement.