~*T*~

"Yeah, McFeely's Taxi. They have one van," Officer Ross waved at the white van with no windows on the cargo area, "One driver," the blonde girl gave the cop car a salute before swinging back into the driver's seat, "And a funny sense of humor."

Officer Mitchel's lip curved down, reading the stickers. "McFeely's Taxi." "Pickup and Molestation Transportation." (The word Molestation is struck out with red spraypaint, which was also used to write "Transportation." (FF.N is horrible on formating!)) "Free Candy!" "1(101)328-7448." "For Complaints, call Helen Hunt, 1(101)328-7449 x0243"

She re-read the phone number, put her face in her hand, and shook her head.

"Yeah, funny strange, rather than funny ha-ha."

"McFeely drives like she sees the future. Never been in an accident, never been seen at it by a cop or a camera, but crosses town in ten minutes. Closest anyone's gotten is brake lights and a smell of tire smoke."

"What?"

"First report we had, before she got a medallion, she was doing about a hundred and twenty down the freeway into town. Van was parked at the hospital with the engine cold by the time we tracked it down."

"Really."

"Yep."

"And they give out free candy. And MREs."

"What?"

"Ms. McFeely there says they're not good, but better than going hungry."

"Shouldn't she be in school?"

"College."

"She looks really young."

"She's not yet 18. She's got two girls she rides around with, Taylor Hebert, 15, and Amy Dallon, 16."

"So we've got three hoodlums who think it's funny to run an illegal taxi service?"

"It's as legal as any other, they've got a medallion, and haven't been caught flouting traffic laws. Taylor's dad works for the Dockworkers Association, and Amy's Panacea."

"Oh."

"Yeah, they apparently think McFeely's Taxi is the greatest game ever, so."

~*i*~

"Amy's family has invited us over for Easter," Harry told Taylor's father.

"That's nice. Are you going?"

"I'd planned on it. Can you make it?"

He blinked, "I'm included in that us?"

Harry tilted her head at him, "You are my dad, you know."

He wiped at his eyes, "I'd like that."

Harry gave her dad a hug.

If her neck got wet where he pressed his face to it, she didn't mention it.

~*i*~

"The great and terrible Mouse Protector would join your team!"

The tiny woman dressed as a cartoon mouse stood before The Great and Powerful Turtle's shell, and Shadow Stalker leaned forward to look her up and down, "I thought you'd be taller."

Mouse Protector's lips tightened, then she responded, "A proper mouse is not too big. I am not the Rat Protector!"

"Amy says you can join," The Great and Powerful Turtle said, "Would you like a lift to the lair?"

"That would be Appreciated!"

"Does she ever speak normally?" Shadow Stalker asked quietly.

"Not while I am on Duty!" Mouse Protector answered.

The Great and Powerful Turtle extended a claw, and Mouse Protector ran nimbly up the chain.

Shadow Stalker forced down most of a laugh.

~*i*~

"Next on the list?" Luna said, "Endbringers."

"Oh?" Hermione asked, "Why?"

"Economics," Luna started, "Get global trade flowing again, this world is missing close to a billion people, so stability, human rights . . . "

"You want a GT-R," Hermione said.

"That, too."

"What's a GT-R?"

"They called it an R32 in Initial D," Hermione answered Harry.

"Oh, that was kinda pretty. The kid driving it was a dick, though," Harry sighed, "So how do we neutralize Leviathan? Forty feet tall at the shoulders, hydrokinetic, sank two major bedrock islands, kills people by the thousands whenever and wherever it strikes?"

"Antimatter and or nukes," Hermione sighed, "Amy put a lot of thought into it, but," she shrugged, "She had issues that blinded her. The biggest nuke used on an endbringer was a two megaton bomb they dropped on Behemoth, and it stripped his skin off and he didn't move for two days afterwards."

"Yeah, at that kind of damage to collateral ratio," Luna shook her head.

"We're coming due for an endbringer attack," Harry said, "Do we want to go and see what we can learn?"

"Want to?" Hermione shook her head, "Probably need to?"

~*i*~

A soft pop had the dark-haired woman spinning, weapon in hand, thumb under the safety, finger not quite on the trigger.

"Hana!"

She blinked, dropped the 1911 back into it's holster, and took a step back, arms crossed, glaring. "Mickey."

"I missed you."

"You sure showed it well, Miss Panya."

"You were all "The PR department would never approve," and "I can't see you anymore," and," she crossed her arms, slumped, protective, "It was easier to run."

"I'm sorry," Hana dropped her arms, reached, dropped them again, fidgeted with her fingers, "I missed you too."

"I've hooked up with Amy Dallon's team, so I'll be around for a while," Mickey smiled up at Hana, a soft smile that showed not a hint of teeth.

"Oh?" Hana reached again, and clutched Mickey's hand when she offered it.

"Yes," Mickey stepped close, brushed Hana's hand against her lips, "Come to dinner with me?"

Hazel eyes looked down into brown so dark they were almost black, "I'd like that."

~*c*~

Since we know almost nothing about canon!Mouse Protector, some info about this Mouse Protector:

Legal name: Michelle Panya

Age: Old enough to know better.

Height: Four foot, six and a quarter inches. (137.5 cm)

Height in costume: Five foot, two inches, including the ears. (157 cm)

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Random facts:

Taunted with "Black as an eggplant" in middle school.

Worries that her inch-high afro is read as "unfeminine," or "aggressively afrocentrist," when it is mostly just cheap and lazy.

Discovered that her last name means "mouse" in Swahili during a school project, but has no written or oral history more detailed, or dating further back, than "My great-great-grandma Michelle, who died during the Depression, was a slave. She wouldn't talk about it."

~*T*~

Note: Michelle is totally referencing Janis Ian's "Society's Child" with the "I can't see you anymore." Hana has never heard that song, and missed the reference entirely.