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Chapter 4: John

Location: Watchtower-Lunch Hall

John (Green Lantern) sat by himself in the lunch hall of the Watchtower, looking out the large windows that displayed the black void of the universe. It was real late, almost two o'clock in the morning, and no one was around. His eyes just gazed out, drowning in his own thoughts. But John didn't know what to think. With all the time he sat staring at the window, all he was thinking about was absolutely nothing. John sighed, lowering his eyes to his cup of coffee that he held in his hands. John thought he knew exactly what he wanted but that always changed when he saw Shayera, or thought about her, or even heard her name. She was always in his system and he didn't know what to do about it.

John smiled as he heard someone whisper in his ear, "Hey cutie."

"Hello," He said, and turned to see Mari (Vixen) smiling down at him with her big brown eyes.

"You doing okay, baby," Mari asked, wrapping her arms around him, and placed her cheek against his head.

"Yeah, sweetie. I'm okay," John grinned. Mari leaned down and kissed John. It last for a few moment before she pulled back, blinking.

John looked at Mari confused, "What's wrong?"

John caught sight of Mari's eyes hardening before she looked away, letting her arms fall. John reached for her and asked again, "What?"

"You saw her today, didn't you," Mari said, moving out of his reach.

"No," John sighed. He knew that she was always wondering about Shayera. That was there main issue. Not her wanting to move in together in Paris or him wanting to do more down to earth outing. This was the main issue in their relationship…Shayera.

"What I saw what my girlfriend slapping a fellow league member in a crowded lunch hall," John said. Mari shook her head and turned to walk away when John spoke up.

"What is wrong with you," John asked, moving to follow her.

"Her," Mari said, turning back to him.

"Why," John said, grapping her hands, "I'm with you."

"But you want her," Mari said, pushing him away. John opened his mouth to deny but it was no use. Why did he have to lie when it was the truth?

"Why does it always come to this," John asked.

"Because when you tell you're girlfriend that you've traveled to the future and meet your son-a son that is your and the ex…she has to question where she stands," Mari said.

"I told you I was staying with you," John said.

"No…you said you wouldn't be destiny's puppet," Mari said, walking out of the room.

"Why can nothing be easy," John signed, going back to his coffee.

~JUSTICE LEAGUE~

Location: Detroit, Michigan

John was walking down the streets of his hometown. He thought about Mari and Shayera and nothing and everything. This was a giant mess and that was that. He was mam to say than maybe Wally was right.

***FLASHBACK***

"You're actually okay with letting him into the league," John said to Wally, as she watched Shayera show Carter arrow the hanger bay. Carter was standing too close to Shayera, and she wasn't pushing him away. "He's a good hero, and he'll keep an eye on her," Wally said, looking down at where Shayera was saw Carter the teleported controls. Then he looked around to see if Fire was around.

"He is insane," John said.

"Who isn't up here," Wally said and smiled at him. "Besides, crazy as he may be, he loves her. I call her my 'bossy big sister' for more than our matching red hair and dazzling personalities...So as long as she is happy, I approve."

John just narrowed his eyes at the couple as Hawkman lead Shayera out of the room. Flash grabbed him and pulled him away from all the prying eyes and ears.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous," Wally said, once the two were alone.

"I'm not jealous," John denied. "I just don't want to see her get hurt."

"Right," Flash said, looking John in the eye, "Too late for that anyways."

"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked in a clipped tone.

"She has to watch you with Vixen," Wally said blandly.

"And?" John pushed.

Wally lowered his voice. "You still have feelings for Shayera. It's written all over your face. In fact, I'm not surprised at how Vixen handling this."

"Whatever, kid," John said, and turned to leave, but was stopped by Wall grabbing his arm. Wally glared at him.

"Shayera's my sister, and I like Vixen. They're both strong, stubborn-very stubborn, and completely confidant in who they are," Wally said, "That being said, figure out what you really want. Because right now, all you'll end up doing is creating a mess, and I don't want to see you getting hurt or you hurting her."

"Who," John asked bitterly, "Shayera or Mari?"

"Both," Wally said, shaking his head and walking away. "Figure it out, John…and soon."

***END FLASHBACK***

"Kid's a smart one," John said, pulling his coat a light tighter around him, "I'll give him that."

~JUSTICE LEAGUE~

Location: Paris, France

Mari never ever was one to drink for her problem. She genuinely enjoyed her life and saw no need to forget any of it; and she like having all her wits about herself. And besides all that, being Vixen was risky enough without having to worry about any drunken mistakes. Tonight, though, was a little different. Tonight she had snuck off to a seedy part of town for a few drinks. The alcohol burned all the way down her throat and made her shiver a bit. Her goal for the night was to get wasted, and she was doing a pretty good job at it.

"Another one," The short, fat bartender asked in a rough voice. She spared him a half-hearted smile and pushed both her shot glass and wine glass forward. He had been giving her lustful looks for most of the night, probably because she didn't belong there with all the lowlife men around. She was a supermodel, for one thing, and her gorgeous red dress cost more than any money they had in their pockets: stolen or otherwise. Maybe the big man just knew something she didn't. The bartender refilled her wine glass and gave her another shot, then wandered back to his station to clean more glasses.

Mari tossed back the shot and winced again. This would be her third. Was it working? No. Because she could since remember the reason she was sitting here in the bar.

"Another shot," The bartender asked, coming back to her.

"Make it two," Mari said, pushing her wine glass aside.


Author's Note:

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