When we reached the ground floor, we were met by a familiar looking man.

"Hello Andi; J'onn J'onzz."

"Who are you?" J'onn threatened, morphing back into his usual physique.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Natiecakes?"

"Natiecakes?" The man and J'onn said at the same time, J'onn was more angry than confused, while the man was more confused.

I pointed an accusing finger at him as I was remembering. "You, you're Nate Summers." My mouth fell agape. "You're Scott's kid!"

"How do you know who I am?"

"Yeah," J'onn agreed. "How do you know?"

I smiled slightly. "He told me a couple years ago."

Nate's eyebrows furrowed. "How do you remember that? I wiped your mind."

"You wiped her mind?" J'onn's eyes shone dangerously red, ready to pounce on Nate, but I held his arm.

"He obviously didn't do a good job," I tried to reason with him. "I mean, I remember him and everything."

"Everything?" Nate asked.

"I…" I trailed off. "I think so… …Maybe." My eyes got a little shifty when I changed the subject. "What do you want anyway?"

"Something's wrong with Anita."

"Who's Anita?" J'onn asked.

I, however, completely evaded his question. "What's the matter with her?" Stop sounding so urgent! I yelled at myself, it's not like she's not your kid.

"She's dying."

"Who's Anita?" J'onn demanded.

"Johnny's kid." I said, my eyes never moving from Nate's. "Why aren't you talking to him about this?"

"Because he's not going to find out, and neither will anyone else, save for the three of us."

"And why isn't he going to find out?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

Nate's face fell into an, 'uh-oh' look. "Because her powers are what's killing her. If he finds that out, he'll never want anything to do with his powers ever again." He said nervously.

That can't happen. He can't stop being Human Torch; what would the world be like without him? "What's your plan?"

"I'm going to take her out of existence. Aside from us, no one will remember she existed."

"Why will we remember?" J'onn asked.

"Originally, it would only be you, J'onn, which would feel the rift that's going to happen. But since your 'mind melding', Andi will feel it too."

"Xavier won't feel it?"

Nate shook his head. "No. He's only a telepath."

"Oh, only." I replied sarcastically and rolled my eyes. "What are you going to do to her?"

"I'm not going to do it, per se…"

One of my katanas appeared in my hand. "If you don't give me a straight answer, I swear to Henry VIII I will cut your head off."

Nate stared at me with cold blue eyes. "No you won't. You love Johnny more than anything, and you would do anything to keep from hurting him. Taking Anita away is the best thing for him, you know that Andi. You have to trust me; he won't even know she's gone."

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the handle of the sword tighter. He was just another person telling me what to do. "Oh, fuck off. I don't have to do anything." I growled. "I am sick and tired of you people telling me what I 'have' to do." Swiftly, I put the edge of the blade on his neck. "You do what you have to do, take Anita, fix her, bring her back, all that's fine. But when you go back, you tell future me to leave past me the fuck alone. Tell her, that I want to start living normally, and that means I don't want any more visits from you, or Hannibal, or Wade…"

"Wade? When did you see Wade?" Nate squinted his eyes suspiciously.

My eyes shifted slightly to the right. "A long time ago. But I didn't know it was him until we met last year." I became kind of pouty. "I miss Wade."

"Why haven't you been telling me about these visits?" J'onn questioned me, offended.

"Because the only important one was Wade's, and I will never speak it." I lifted the blade from Nate's neck. "You relay the message, and if I see your or anyone else's ugly mug outside of your time again, I am going to be so pissed!"

Nate sighed and smiled only a small grin. "This is going to be a fun trip." He said sarcastically.

"I always make things fun." I replied, also sarcastically. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

Nate pushed a little button on his belt, and he disappeared.

"Well, look at you." J'onn said, almost in a proud like manner.

I turned and stared at him. "What?"

"You've really grown up. I mean, you can take on all this, pardon my French, bullshit that future you keeps sending, you can stare it in the face, and literally tell it to 'fuck off'." I had this shocked look on my face. Had J'onn really just said, 'fuck'?

"And?"

"And? And most people wouldn't be able to handle it, let alone tell it off." His smile grew somewhat larger. "You know, you were right: you don't need me."

My face fell. "What?" I whimpered.

"You don't need me anymore. Don't worry," He tried to reassure me. "I'll still be here for you, just not with you."

"But what if I need you?" Why am I so desperate?

"I'm just a thought away." He gave a sad smile. "You're on your own, kid." And he flew away. That was the second time that month I was left alone, with those words hanging over my head.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"Linda! LINDA!" I heard Wally shout a few seconds later. What the hell was happening down there? "We're! Done!"

What? I ran towards the stairs to eavesdrop. "…I can't believe I wasted my time with you! Two years we've been together, and you're throwing everything away because of the Flash? I don't even know you anymore!" Linda shrieked, running up the stairs with tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, Linda-" I tried to talk to her in a calm fashion.

"Stay away from me!" She shouted, stalking out of the mansion.

I groaned. Couldn't things just go smoothly for once? "Wally!" I stomped down the stairs to tell the stupid ginger off. "What is the matter-" I stopped. Wally wasn't anywhere to be found.