Wally's POV

She called it home. Does this mean she's starting to think of watch tower as her home? Artemis and I haven't told her about our engagement yet, we were waiting until I'd given Artemis the ring. I really need to get it together. I know that watch tower isn't and shouldn't be a permanent thing, buying a house is first thing on the agenda, obviously it will be in central city. Wait will it be in central city? Will we live in Gotham? Or star? Or palo alto? I suppose it doesn't really matter I mean if Blair has speed and I have speed, I can always carry Artemis, or Blair could, but I highly doubt she'd do that. Or if Arty's opposed to me carrying her she can always Zeta anywhere she wants. After all she's told me a million and one times she is a strong independent bi-racial woman who doesn't need no stupid scrawny ginger man telling her what to do. Although she said that when we were teenagers and I'm not a s scrawny as I used to be.

"I'll see what I can do about the coffee." I mutter as we zeta up to watch tower.

She chuckles, "Thanks." She says quietly, she looks tired, "I'm going to go and sleep." She tells me.

"Good luck you're mom was pissed as hell when I left to chase after you, you scared her."

She groans, "This lecture is going to suck." She tells me as she steps off the zeta station.

I laugh, "better you than me kid. I'm starving, I'll grab you some food."

"Thanks. Wait," she says, I turn back to her, "Does this mean I have to call you dad? Because its kind of a stupid name, no offence."

I chuckle, "You know saying no offense after you've said the insulting this doesn't make it any less insulting. I don't know what you should call me, I'm just as new to being a dad as you are to having one." I tell her, I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't know how to be a dad?

"That doesn't really answer my question, I can't really keep on calling you dude and asshole."

"Language." I say automatically, I have to do it to the kids in training, heroes spewing out curses in front of the media is err, let's just say it's not good publicity.

"Sorry, Falcon habit."

"Right, falcon habit, not a teenage habit." I mutter, thank god she didn't hear me.

Blair's POV

I was in for it my mom started screaming at me the minute she saw me, I tuned out most of the lecture nodding appropriately, at the right intervals. I didn't need a lecture on responsibility, but I thought it would be best to let my mom's anger take its course. At least that was up until she said the word 'grounded' we're in space how is that even possible?

"(Yeah because clearly being stuck in a space station because I got shot wasn't enough of a punishment.) I say bitterly in French so only my mom and possibly Uncle Dick and batman can understand.

I got the look; it meant I am your mother don't mess with me look, which I now know comes from her days in assassin training pretty sure that look would make most crook pee their undies. I however am now common thug, I gave her my best stroppy teenager look in return and now we were stuck in glare off. This was the point when my dad/Wally decided to intervene.

"Let's all take a moment to calm down and eat a sandwich." He says popping his head in-between us, I kept glaring looking right through my dad ignoring him, his head slowly retreats down, "Well I tried." He mutters.

"Blair, go to your room, we are not done talking about this young lady."

"(Well clearly you have nothing left to say about it if your sending me away so your friends can give you some sassy one liners, that you're going to pretend you pulled out of your ass later when continuing the same lecture from earlier. Seriously what are you going to do to me that I won't just adapt to because I think you can see so far I've already adapted my life style pretty quickly to suit around you and dad/Wally.)"

"Blair, we will finish talking about this later, go to your room."

Fire. All I could feel was burning tendrils slapping against my skin, smoke was choking me, it was filling my lungs. I saw black spots swim across my eyes making the growing flames look like tigers, the flames rose higher and higher, they felt like a sarcophagus encasing my body, I couldn't scream my voice got stuck in my throat, jammed thick with smoke induced coughs. My body shook as it began to shut down.

I'd fallen asleep shortly after mom and my fight, I only woke up because I felt distress through the falcon bond, I guess we did the dream sharing thing again it used to happen all the time back when Amara was alive, we'd all end up in the same dream space, sharing dreams in the same vicinity, sometimes it was cool, when it was a good dream. Sadly though it was usually nightmares that got shared, something about the panic that they create make us reach out for help, so that means occasionally getting dragged into fiery death dreams probably Kent's.

Still I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. I headed for the den I wanted a glass of water and no one would be likely to be up at four they all had school or work tomorrow.

I heard the usual early morning buzz of watchtower people finishing and starting shifts, usually it was just the occasional zeta tube voice announcing arrivals, I kind of liked it reminded me of morning when I'd stay in the falcon house.

I walked through into the den, doors wooshing behind me, to see my team mates and my parents sitting together in silence. Well this was confusing why's my mom calling in reinforcements for a tiny fight we had. I see a folder on the table its plain white, no one makes eye contact with me. What on earth is going on? I pick up the folder and flip it over

I read the writing in the corner, N.F. Ganix. Mission status: high Red, and a large red stamp over the middle, manquantes, missing?

A/N: Hi guys sorry had friends over this weekend thinking of moving updates to Mondays. As per the usual I don't own anything that DC or Cartoon Network own I own all my OC's and Adornovica and all its tech.