I'm guessing a lot of people like my story, because I got at least thirty views within twenty minutes yesterday.

Chapter 4

She ripped off what was left of her burnt shirt, which looked like a rag that had gotten mauled by a dog. She made sure it wasn't smoking before she let it drop to the bed.

She ran her hands through her hair, pulling it all to the back of her head and letting it rest on her back. She decided to take a shower in hope that it would relax her. She plucked the wires from her, set them on the bed, then stepped into the bathroom. She removed her clothing, turned the water on, then stepped in without testing the temperature.

She immediately jumped out when she felt the cold water spray onto her. Normally, she would have been fine with cold, but just then, she felt a surge of fear briefly pump through her. The cold was probably a side effect of her powers. Fire didn't like the cold, so therefore she didn't like the cold. The realization came to her immediately, without any questioning, and it made her feel a little bit better about the knowledge of her powers. She didn't like the cold. She turned the heat up, as far as it would go, and she felt completely relaxed.

Once she was clean, she stepped out of the tub and dried off with a towel. She managed to mostly dry her hair, find a brush, and smooth out the snarls. She slipped the fire proof clothing back on and went back out into the main room.

She approached the wires again, but didn't replace them on her body. Instead, she held the body temperature on in her hand. She thought that maybe she could do it on her own, create fire, without having the emotions surging through her. She wanted it to work as she was relaxed, too, not just scared or angry.

She didn't know how else to bring the fire without the words of the man in black. She didn't want to think about that. So instead, she thought about fire, hoping that would trigger something. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and concentrated on fire. The sound it made as it crackled at a campfire, the red lines that appeared in a toaster, the beautiful waves of lava falling down a slope, leaving only ash behind, and the heat of the sun.

She thought she heard a beep from the monitor, but when she looked to it, it only read 99.3. She dropped the wire with a sigh, and the monitor dropped to room temperature, which was currently at 72.2.

She walked over to the glass and pressed her hand to the glass. "Could someone tell me what day it is?" she asked, hoping that someone was listening. She waited a minute, but the door didn't open.

CJ sighed again. She didn't know what day it was, because after she passed out, she hadn't seen a clock to keep track of the days. With passing out and sleeping on her own, a day could have passed, maybe even two. But she wouldn't know without confirmation.

She found herself worrying about her sister, Caroline. Did she show up to their lunch? Did she worry about CJ, or did Caroline think she skipped out on her again. CJ did have a record of getting really freaked out in crowded places like restaurants. Did Caroline try to call her, ask if she was okay?

Thinking about her sister, and that she could have called, she suddenly ran to the bathroom. There, a pair of discarded, holy jeans lay on the floor. She fell to her knees beside it, and frantically searched the pockets. When she found the heavy cell phone, she desperately hit buttons on it. With the screen still black, she hit it a few times. It came to life, but the screen was cracked and frozen, half the screen as if it had been cut and then shifted to the right an inch. It was definitely broken.

She set it on the counter with a sigh. She couldn't call her sister, even if she was on this Earth too. She went out into the room and was about to go sit back on the bed when the door on the other side of the glass slid open, and she turned to face whoever had joined her.

A woman walked in, and the first thing CJ saw about her was that she had determination. She wore a strapless black leather one piece that was sleeveless and pantless. She wore a black jacket, opened, to cover her arms, and had black leather gloves around her hands. Her legs were covered in fishnet leggings, and she wore black boots. Her hair was long and white blonde, and her eyes were blue.

Finally, someone dressed somewhat normally, CJ thought.

The woman, too, was studying CJ. Once they took in everything, they looked into each others eyes. CJ saw compassion in hers, but also with a sting of menace, as if she was ready to damage someone if she needed to. She was attractive, but the kind that could sting if betrayed.

"I'm told that your name is CJ." It wasn't a question.

CJ nodded. It was the only response she was going to give. Someone had obviously told her about CJ. The only people she's met were Wonder Woman, Flash, and that guy in black. The last one definitely hadn't told her. Could it have been Wonder Woman?

"I am Black Canary," she told her, placing her left hand on her hip. CJ found it odd that she would want to be named after a bird. Was it a code name, like Wonder Woman could be? In one swift motion the other woman swung her right arm up at a panel near the wall, and the glass opened between them.

CJ blinked at her, frozen. "Wh-what about my powers?" She didn't even look like she had thought about it at all.

Black Canary rose an eyebrow at her. "Do you want to hurt me?"

CJ shook her head vigorously. "Of course not."

She smirked. "Then I will do what I must to protect myself." She held her arm up, gesturing for her to come through the glass. CJ doubted that she could. She could make fire. How did she think she could stop CJ?

CJ stepped through the glass slowly, not sure if it was a good idea. She could control herself, couldn't she? To keep others out of harm. As she stood next to Black Canary, she noticed that they were the same height of 5ft 4in.

Black Canary lead her out into the hall, but then stopped and turned back to her in an afterthought. She looked down at CJs torso for a brief moment. "Some men here will find your outfit... distracting."

She had forgotten she was only wearing the bra. CJ was about to object, but the expression she got told her there would be no arguments. I could say the same to you, she could have said, but definitely didn't want to get on this woman's bad side. If they properly knew each other the remark would have definitely slipped out.

It was true. Black Canary was somewhat revealing, and any one could easily find her attractive. Why wasn't she covering up? Yeah, she wore a jacket and some leggings, but she could easily be stared at.

As she was lead down the halls, they only ran into one other person, but said person quickly turned out of sight just as the two women were turning to corner. After a few more turns, the two were in a large walk in closet. It had many outfits to pick from, but Black Canary went straight towards the back. Before CJ could admire much of the clothing, Canary returned with a jacket and boots similar to her own . "Fireproof," she stated, holding the jacket up so that they could both look at it.

CJ smiled. "It looks great," she said, to which Black Canary grinned. "I know."

CJ took it and slipped on the boots, then the jacket. She didn't button it, but she pulled it close around her body. Now appropriately dressed, the two women walked back out into the hallway. CJ followed her aimlessly, not bothering to ask where they were going. They weren't going back to quarantine, that was for sure.

"So, what day is it?" CJ asked, studying anything that they passed.

"You came through the portal on Tuesday. Today is Thursday. It's about 4:30 pm."

CJ almost stopped, but managed to keep her footing. Two days is alright, she told herself, though she could go for another meal. Was Caroline worried about her still? It had been two days.

As they walked down the halls to an unknown destination, Black Canary began to speak. "Our world is filled with people with powers. This space station is where we gather. Not all of us have powers, though."

"Every single person with powers comes here?" She asked, shocked.

Black Canary shook her head. "Well, not exactly. There are some people out there that hurt others, and it's our job to help those people; the people that do come here." She paused. "Honestly, they call us super heroes."

"They?"

"The civilians." Black Canary stopped, finally, and lead her into a very large room. The walls were dark, and there were columns to hold up the high ceiling. There were a few picnic-table-like tables spread around, but what caught CJs attention was the wall opposite the one they just walked through.

She walked towards it, then gasped at what she saw. It was made of glass, and the view was of Earth. It was amazing. The large blue planet had white swirls, clouds, covering it, but through gaps in the clouds the green continents could be seen. Below was the Atlantic Ocean, and she could barely see the edge of Africa, Europe, and to the far left, the Americas. It was definitely a highlight of her day.

"So why am I here?" CJ asked quietly. Wonder Woman had told her it was to protect others, but did she have to be on a space station?

Black Canary placed a hand on her shoulder and told her softly, "Because you're new to my world. Although you have powers, you haven't learned to control them yet. We're protecting them," she gestured to the planet, "by keeping you here, but we're also protecting you from yourself. Until we can trust that you won't accidently harm anyone else, you'll be safe here."

"And what about going back to my world?"

"Until we can figure out how you got here, we can't know how to send you back."

She'd said it again."We?" CJ asked her who she meant by that.

Black Canary lifted her hand off of her. "We're called the Justice League. This is the headquarters for all the members. You are our guest."

CJ rose her eyebrows slightly. "You're part of the Justice League?" The term sounded funny to her, and she could see that the woman beside her thought it was funny too, by the amusement glistening in her eyes. "Is Wonder Woman part of the Justice League?"

Black Canary nodded. "Yes. And you've met Batman. He is, too."

CJ frowned. "Batman? The guy in all black with the pointy ears?"

She smiled at CJ's reaction, but quickly removed it. "Yes."

"What are his powers?"

She shook her head. "Batman doesn't have any powers, but he is skilled in many forms of martial arts and had many gadgets."

CJ frowned again. "How is he a member of the Justice League is he doesn't have powers? I mean, aren't you trying to protect people like him?"

"Batman is a hero, and he doesn't need powers to protect civilians."

CJ looked up at her. "Do you have powers?"

She nodded. "I have one. I can shout and project an ultrasonic sound that can damage some people. I am also skilled in martial arts, but not as much as Batman." Black Canary didn't wait for any more questions. She turned and headed to the exit. CJ followed without being asked to.

"Are you hungry?"

CJ responded immediately. "Yes."

Black Canary chuckled. "Alright. You are not a member of the League, so I advise against joining them in the mess hall, but I will gladly bring you some dinner. Of course, it would also be unwise to leave you by yourself out here." She glanced down at CJ. "Not that you aren't capable of taking care of yourself, but your powers could manifest, and if you grew too hot, you could damage the station. Your room, however, is built to contain fire, among other things."

CJ nodded. "I understand. Besides, I don't think I'm ready to meet a whole bunch of people just yet, especially ones with powers."

They were back at CJs room quickly, and as the Canary closed the glass behind her, she asked her what she would like to eat. She asked if she could get chicken and potatoes and a soda, not sure if it was possible, but she guessed it was because Black Canary told her she would be right back before she disappeared.

As she waited for Black Canary to return, she went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought that maybe she looked a bit like Black Canary, but only thought that because they both wore black and had similar jackets and boots. She did look a little dark, wearing the black. She would ask if they could change the colors when she came back.

She heard the door slide open outside and went out to meet Black Canary at the glass. She passed CJ a plate with the requested food and drink, and CJ asked her about changing the colors.

Black Canary grinned. "I'll come back when you're finished and we can do it then."

CJ grinned back at her. It was nice to hang out with Black Canary. She only spoke when necessary, like CJ enjoyed. She was excited about the makeover, even if they were only changing her clothes.

No one else visited her that day, and so CJ ended up placing her tray on the floor once again. She didn't know she had fallen asleep until she woke up the next morning.