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En Route to Smallville

Bryn and Viola had finally let me in on what we were really doing today. Bryn's cousin Enrique, the lawyer, had gone to law school with the older brother of Mark Smasher, the lead singer of the band 'Death to Silver'. Enrique interned with his brother and pretty much got the lead singer and his band out of a lot of trouble back in the day. So Enrique had bestowed onto Bryn three tickets to see 'Death to Silver' at CultFest. CultFest was much like any other music festival except one hundred times crazier.

The bands were louder, the women very scantily clad and everyone wore a costume. It was customary. I've always wanted to go to this music festival but I could never afford to come. Bryn had donned a gothic Lolita costume, Viola dressed as Elvira and I got suckered into being a gothic vampire fairy, wings included. We all ended up wearing black, chunky knee high boots, too.

Viola and Bryn thought I needed to let my hair down after last night's debacle. We'd gone out for cheap Chinese food, which had Bryn crowing over us that we should be proud of our city's great cuisine. And afterwards we hit up a club for a few hours, dodged the media for the most part and headed back to the hotel without any signs of my "stalkers."

Instead of enjoying the trip to the concert, my mind was on the message that I left on Dr. Pierce's voicemail. The doctor hadn't picked up and it was by chance that I found his number among my things. How the hell could I tell my friends about this monumental event in my life? I can't even come to grips with it myself.

"Nicky?" Bryn asked, while listening to the GPS.

"Yeah?"

"You've spaced out on us since we left the hotel. What's up?" She sounded worried.

"Nothing, but the costume you picked out for me could have been better, though," I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

"What? You look great in your costume. We were saying that you and I have become internet sensations. Check it out," Viola said, excited.

I looked over at her smart phone to see an entertainment news segment about a YouTube video sent in by someone at the karaoke bar. The video already had five-hundred thousand hits and counting. What the hell?

"See, we're famous!" Viola teased.

"Whatever," I said, leaning back in my seat.

Bryn smiled. "Don't mind her! She's just snippy because this morning the Justice League was on the news and she didn't get to see Black Canary."

I glared at her from the back seat of our rental car; Bryn better be happy that she's driving. Otherwise I'd clock her upside her head.

"Oh! You've got a crush on Black Canary?" Viola asked.

"It's not a crush! She's just nice to look at," I answered, hastily.

Viola said, raising an eyebrow, "You do realize that she's dating Green Arrow, right?"

"What, since when?" I asked, outraged.

Bryn busted out laughing.

"Um…for over a year I think. Don't you read the tabloids? Oh, I forgot you don't, otherwise you'd know about Roy Harper's bad boy phase." Viola replied.

"Damn it! Why must the pretty one's always be taken? Wait, what do you mean by bad boy phase?"

"Bryn you didn't tell her?" Viola asked.

"Hey! Anyone is better off than Jason Todd, okay? I'm just happy that she's finally moving on. She spent nearly two years moping over him. And sure her taste in older men is questionable but hell…who in their right mind would turn down all of Lex Luthor's money? Roy is better off than her ex, and Lex is…old enough to be your father: No sugar daddies for you young lady!" Bryn said, sternly.

"What the hell?" I shouted while looking at Viola.

"Uh, I don't know how to say this delicately but…Roy's a junkie. Well, ex junkie. For the past three years he's been clean, though, and shown much responsibility. After he hit sixteen it was like he turned over a new leaf, matured I guess. But his early teens were filled with very unsavory tales and must have been nightmarish for Mr. Queen to clean up," Viola said.

"What was his-"

"Heroin," Bryn and Viola said in unison.

"Wow! And no one thought to mention this when I went out on a date with him. Some friends you are!" I hissed.

"Now wait a minute! Do you think that your Uncle would have let you go on a group outing with an ex junkie, if he didn't already trust said ex junkie? Keyword here is ex," Viola said.

"I've got to agree with Viola on this one. Besides, you've spent time with him and talked to him on the phone a lot, right? Does he seem like he's on that stuff again?" Bryn asked.

"No, if anything I felt safe. Protected, even. He doesn't seem like he was ever on drugs," I said.

"Well, then there are no problems, you should ask him on another date," Viola suggested.

"Yeah," I said, hesitantly.

CultFest was held at a big farm area much like Woodstock. The land was covered with bodies dancing against each other, drinking and doing god knows what else in the corner.

The girls and I were bobbing our heads to the beat of Death to Silver's infamous song 'Blue Moon Rising'. Mark Smasher finished his screeching ending to the song, and he started talking to the crowd. There were a bunch of crazed fan girls who screamed "I love you!" at him and he obliged them in return. It wasn't until Bryn poked me in my side that I even knew what was going on. I saw Mark Smasher's hand extend towards me.

"C'mon pretty vamp! Don't be shy," he said, smiling.

"Uh…okay?" I answered, while being led up the stage by security.

"I bet you're wondering why you're up here, huh?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I'd love to know, Mark."

Mark shouted into his microphone, "Well you're gonna sing a song! Why else would you be up here for?"

A roadie came over and placed a spare mic in front of me. What mess has Bryn and Viola gotten me into now?

"What am I suppose to sing?"

"That, my dear, is up to you!" he replied, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, looked down at Bryn and Viola and decided on my song.

"You guys know 'Rid of Me' by PJ Harvey?" I asked, haughtily.

Mark smiled, "Oh! Our pretty vamp wants to get a little sleazy, boys we should condone such behavior. Hit it!"

The band started up the song and I started to sing. The lyrics came to me very easily, I felt elated to have all this attention on me for once. As I sang the chorus I bobbed my head to accent the beginning over each line and danced with Mark during the more suggestive lyrics. All in all the number went great and I felt like I earned the screaming applause from the audience.

But as the saying goes: All good things must come to an end. Not two minutes after getting off the stage, vibrations could be felt by everyone in the crowd. Suddenly a bright burst of light came down from the sky and a loud blast could be heard from my far right. Several large robots were wreaking havoc on CultFest! Bodies were thrown from left to right and just when all hope seemed to evaporate, the Justice League showed up. I took that as my cue, I had gotten separated from Bryn and Viola in the mass panic. Great!

I scrambled to find a safe way out and to maybe find my friends when a huge piece of the stage fell right in front of me. A fire had started around me and I knew that I should have been coughing due to the fumes but it seemed like the flames were calling to me instead. Like the flames wanted me to spread them. I was entranced by the way the licked at the earth, surrounding me in a perfect circle.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I took a deep breath and thought of the flames disappearing from my sight. And slowly but surely the flames danced their way towards me, engulfing my body steadily. It was like a surge of power unlike yesterday when I freaked out about nearly burning my hotel room down. I closed my eyes letting the last of the flames consume me and exhaled, opening my eyes. The fire was gone. I did it! I guess I am a metahuman and I can control fire. Awesome!

"Nicky! Are you okay? I've been looking all over for you," Viola shouted.

"I'm okay! Really, where is Bryn?" I asked.

Viola said, frantically, "She'll need some stitches but she's fine. You should get checked out too. There was a fire here; the Justice League must have put it out though."

"Right! Let's go."

If only she knew. As we rushed towards the ambulance that held Bryn, I noticed that we were being watched. I turned to see Batman, Green Arrow and Superman. Green Arrow and Superman were assisting civilians but Batman was looking at me strangely. No, he was glaring. Had he seen me control the fire? Why do I feel like I know that look? It almost reminds me of Bruce glaring at me in the morning after I had made headlines for something unladylike.

"C'mon Nicky, get in!" Viola said, hurriedly.

I took one last look at Batman and got into the ambulance with Bryn and Viola.

Metropolis City Hospital

Bryn had a row of stitches above her left eyebrow and had her left wrist placed in a cast. The doctor told her to take it easy but this doctor doesn't know who Bryn Thorne is. There is no such thing as taking it easy with her. The waiting room for the hospital was filled with other ticket holders from CultFest.

"So, we should get a taxi back to the hotel so you can rest," Viola said to Bryn.

Bryn scoffed, "Oh please! I don't need rest, I need to be drunk! Can you believe they didn't give me a prescription for my wrist? I need to be medicated, damn it!"

"Trust me, Viola. She's fine," I said, nodding my head.

The three of us got up to leave the hospital when I heard a loud voice call out to us. At first I thought it was a joke but then I noticed people pulling out their cell phones. Turning my head I saw the billion dollar boys club and that it was Roy who got our attention. He looked flustered, which actually made him look even more attractive and made my heart do the cha-cha all over again.

"There you are, Nicky. You back-to-front minx! What were you thinking, going to that place? You could have been badly injured or killed!" Roy shouted.

Naturally Bryn and Viola were eyeing me strangely.

"Did he just call her a-" Bryn said.

"Yeah and I'd like to know why," Viola replied.

I looked at Roy and he gave me a look that said 'play along'. Oh great, another lie. I'm such a wonderful person…

"Roy! What is your problem?" I asked, outraged.

Because, really, I was outraged.

"I'll tell you what my problem is! I have a problem with my girlfriend nearly getting blown to bits while dressed like that. Really, Nicky? What the hell?" he yelled.

I knew Bryn's jaw must have hit the floor by now.

"Did he just say 'girlfriend'?" Bryn squeaked.

Viola whispered, "She's been holding out on us! No wonder she's always spacing out on us, she's thinking about him."

"Damn it, Roy! No one was supposed know yet, we talked about this, remember?" I said, nervously playing along.

"Oh no! I'm sick and tired of standing by watching other men hit on my girlfriend. Not to mention your new "friendship" with Luthor over here. What am I supposed to think?" Roy asked angrily.

"Are you accusing me of cheating on you? I would never do that! Damn it, Roy-"

He reached over, grabbed my arm and led me towards the exit. He turned around and said loudly, "I won't say it again. She's my girlfriend!"

As soon as we exited the hospital, I yanked my arm back. There was no way he was getting away with causing a scene like that.

"What the hell?" I yelled.

"Hey you. You're my girl now. Got it? Good." Roy said, abruptly while wrapping his right arm around me.

Naturally I was stunned. I'd never been claimed in front of a packed room before. I think that's why I haven't slapped Roy for being so arrogant. Because it was arrogant to think that I would just agree to be his girlfriend, no questions asked. But it was that arrogance that also made him so hot. Damn, I need to sort out my priorities. Roy flagged down a taxi and rushed me inside before the media could get a hold of me.