Honestly, I'm a little upset that not a lot of people like my story. I had a lot of fun writing the story, and thought more would have fun reading it. It doesn't matter, though. I enjoy the story, and I'm going to keep writing. I know that there are some that do enjoy it, and I will finish the stories. CJ's not real, but to me, she feels like she belongs in the Justice League. She's like one of those characters that doesn't have their own comic book series, but is seen in others' for a few pages.

Chapter 11

The world was spinning. Lights faded in and out, sounds were dulled and slurred. It was like a thick layer of fog was wrapped around her. She knew she was there, partially awake, but then again, she doubted it. She could feel her physical body, but she was numb. Thoughts surfaced, but they were whispers in the back of her mind. Was she in the afterlife? It was the second time she had asked in a short period of time. This new world had changed her, but she didn't know what to expect of the afterlife. It could be different in this world, but she would never even know her world's afterlife.

Abruptly, she saw a figure through one of the lights. It was someone's head, blocking out a light overhead. The sight sent a spark through her, and she followed it. Someone else was here, in this strange place.

She blinked, and the world seemed to come into focus. She wasn't dead, and lights were fading in and out. She was in a building, alive, looking to the ceiling. She was moving, as if someone was pushing her, and the lights she had seen were from the ceiling, evenly spaced and endlessly appearing. The figure that stood over her was in scrubs, and when she turned, she saw more. Men and women were pushing her on some kind of table.

"You're going to be okay." She heard the words this time, not dull blurbs. Her vision began to fade again, back into the dull world, and she blinked many times to straighten herself. But the pull was too strong, and she eventually fell into it again.

This time was different, though. Instead of staying, she kept getting pulled, sucked away. It got darker, and darker, and the noises were tuned out completely. She struggled, wanting to wake up again, but she was too weak. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

When CJ woke up, she immediately sat up. As she did, she brought her hands up to steady herself, but one of her hands would not budge. After she balanced herself, she took in her surroundings. She was definitely in a hospital; there was no doubt about it. The room only had one light on, and there were curtains covering the windows. The walls were white, the sheets were white, and the equipment was white, but she could definitely tell by the walls. Out in the hall, doctors and nurses bustled around, and there were beeps from pagers or PDAs or whatever. Carts wheels' squeaked, and people spoke in hushed tones. The smells were overwhelming; sterilizers, dull laundry detergent, and coffee. The beep beep beep of a heart monitor sounded next to her bed. She was in a room with only one bed, which she was occupying. Her hair was dry, but it was frizzy and dirty, not properly wetted with shampoo.

She looked down to her hands, the left one feeling odd, the right one restrained somehow. Wrapped around her left wrist was a hospital bracelet, but it didn't have her name or her birthday on it, because they didn't know it. It only read Patient #2084. When she looked down to study her right hand, she saw metal wrapped around her wrist and the bed. Handcuffs.

She looked up to see who might have put them on her, and she noticed the police officer standing just outside her door, through the window of her room. Had they arrested her? But she had gotten that boy out of the car, saved the mother from drowning herself just to stay with her boy. She wasn't a bad guy. If anything, she was a hero.

She shook her head, shifting under the blankets, and looking down at an IV in her arm. She had done what was right, and she didn't care what the police thought. Luckily, the IV was in her right arm, so she could get it out easily. After she got it out of her arm, she threw it off the bed. She did the same for the heart monitor. She swung her legs out from under the blankets and over the side of the bed. Her bra and underwear were still on, which CJ appreciated greatly. But her pants, boots and jacket were folded on a table that was across the room. She wouldn't be able to reach them with the handcuffs on her.

She was about to melt them off of her when she heard footsteps just outside her door, and she froze. "Detective," a man stated, and seconds later a man in a suit walked into her room. He was tall, lean, young, and strong. He had determination in his eyes, but his stance was passive. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, a thick jaw and eye ridge, a hooked nose. He looked well built, like he could take down a gang of bikers, but then again nice and compassionate.

He looked at CJ suspiciously, narrowing his eyes slightly. "What's your name?" He asked, stopping a few feet from her, blocking the door.

CJ stared up at him, suddenly very nervous. She had never had a cop approach her before, not to talk to her, anyways. And this man was a Detective. Their job was to investigate, where a cop's was to just enforce law. This man could find out everything about her if he wanted to. He could go into all her phone records, go through her mail- Then she forgot that she didn't actually exist in this world. She almost laughed out loud at the realization. He couldn't search through her records, because in this world, she didn't have any. She relaxed, completely in control of this situation.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, seeing her nervousness and hesitation. "I'm Detective Michael Bushart. I'm only going to ask you questions about what happened earlier."

She said nothing, nor gave any indication that she understood. Maybe he would think that she was deaf and would give up on her.

He rose and eyebrow at her silence, but he didn't look like he was going to leave without answers. He asked his first question. "Can you tell me your name?"

She sighed. "Sure," she drew out, exaggerating a little too much. She kind of sounded like a snob for the moment, but she didn't really care. He had already asked her that, in a sense. She honestly didn't want to get yelled at by this man. She was tired, and wanted to get back to the Justice League, or go where they could let her. She didn't not want to be away from them. She trusted some of them, and wanted to be in contact with them if something happened unexpected with her powers.

The word contact spread throughout her mind. Contact. She had had a Bluetooth thing while on the bridge. She rose her left hand and felt in her right ear, but only felt skin. The ear piece was gone. Now how was she going to get Mr. Terrific to teleport her back up?

The detective stepped closer, intimidation overcoming his pose. "Why did you cause that car accident on that bridge?"

She blinked, surprised that he had asked. He thought she caused the car accident?

"Did you think it was fun, hurting those people? Was it a thrill? Was it your first time?" He got closer with each question, and angrier. CJ didn't understand. She had saved those people, or at least the ones that had fallen off the bridge. She got down to the sight after the car crash. Why would he think she had done it? And why would she get a thrill out of hurting people?

Fortunately, the detective didn't get to ask another question, because a red blur entered the room, and a man was suddenly at his side. A man in red, with yellow lightning bolts at his wrists and waist. The Flash had arrived.

The detective looked over, shocked at the sudden entrance. "How-" the detective began to ask. CJ was glad for the distraction and took the two seconds to make her hand catch fire and melt the cuffs off. In the process, the bed also caught fire, but with the new knowledge she gained from earlier that morning, she absorbed it, leaving only a faint trace of smoke in the air.

She stood, just as Flash was saying, "I'm here to pick up my fellow colleague." She gave out a sigh of relief. She was going back to the space station.

The detective straightened, flattening out his suit, trying to make it so that he didn't look shocked. He cleared his throat. "She's a member of the Justice League?"

Flash frowned. "Um, not exactly. But she's not a bad guy, either. I can assure you, she did not cause that accident on the bridge."

"And how do you know that?" The detective asked, suspiciously. Of course he was the kind that would ask that.

Flash held his hand out, and in it was a small usb drive. "This is a recording of who actually caused the accident." He put on a friendly smile. The detective took it, cautiously. "I'm sure this will help in your investigation. Thank you for keeping my colleague safe and healthy." He turned to CJ, and immediately saw that she was no longer handcuffed. He looked around the room, found her clothing, and picked them up.

The detective turned back to CJ, and his eyes widened at her wrist, then the bed rail, where what remained of the handcuffs lay, melted to the rail. She followed his gaze, and she too noticed the now deformed rail. "Uh..." she looked up at the detective, with a nervous smile on her face. "Yeah, sorry about that."

He just stared, eyes bugging out. He looked like he hadn't heard what she had said. CJ nodded to herself, then inched slowly around the man. Safely next to Flash, she took her clothes from him. "Thanks." She said it for her clothes, and for the rescue.

He nodded, but she wasn't sure if he knew what she meant. "There's someone that would like to meet you."

She blinked. "At the space station?" She really wanted to leave.

He shook his head, and began to walk out the door at a normal speed. CJ followed, not wanting to be near the cops any longer than she had to. Plus, she was curious as to where they were going.

She was a little self-conscious of the hospital gown she was wearing, but didn't think too much on it. The two weaved through the hospital staff down to a door in the same hallway that CJ had been in. Flash walked in without walking, and so did CJ. She figured they were finding a place to teleport without anyone seeing. She thought wrong.

Once she stepped in the room, she immediately took notice that both beds were occupied. The one closest to the door had an unconscious boy in it, with and IV and heart monitors attached to him. Then CJ saw the woman sitting up in the other bed, and she realized who they were. The man and the woman she had helped escape from the sinking car.

The woman perked up when she noticed her visitors, and her eyes twinkled when she laid eyes on CJ. She smiled in greeting. Flash stopped near her bed, but CJ approached her completely, knowing that the woman had wanted to see her to thank her. She stopped at the end of the bed, to the side of it, and gripped her clothing.

"I'm Jenna," the woman said. She gestured to the sleeping boy. "This is Jacob." The woman cocked her head slightly in admiration at CJ. "Thank you so much for saving my son. I owe you my life."

CJ shook her head, tears springing to her eyes. No one had ever said that to her before, and it made her feel really good. But she didn't deserve it. "I was only doing what was right."

The woman, too, shook her head. It was a sad and relieved shake. "No. No one else would have done what you did. You're a true hero. Thank you."

CJ smiled back at her. She wasn't going to argue, knowing the woman believed every word she said. Instead, she looked to the boy. "I'm glad to see that both of you are alright."

"He's fine," the woman said, speaking about her son. "He's just sleeping it off. Both of you were unconscious by the time the rescue boats came. He woke up earlier, but he's just tired. It was a traumatic experience for us both." CJ nodded, and she said thanks again. Then she began to stare at her son, worrying, and CJ took it as the time to leave.

She and Flash left the room, and Flash let her get changed in a restroom real quick. Then she followed him down the hall again. He stopped near a door and abruptly opened the janitors closet. Before CJ could question it, he walked in. She peeked in and rose an eyebrow at him. "Um, what are you doing?"

He grinned, and CJ felt her nerves stand on edge. "Relax. It's difficult for the teleporter to pin point specific people out of a crowd. If we isolate ourselves, it'll be for Tornado to find us." She could tell that he rose an eyebrow at her hesitation, so she stepped in and closed the door behind her. The room was surprisingly big, but it was stuffed with supplies, so it was still crowded. CJ could reach out and touch him if she wanted to. She was very uncomfortable, but he seemed fine with the closeness of her.

He rose a hand to where is ear was and said, "Flash to Red Tornado." He paused, a reply coming in. "Two ready for pickup." He grinned again, this time at his own words. After a moment of awkward silence, at least a little awkward for her, the white light appeared. Within seconds, it disappeared again, and the two were on the space station once again.

"I meant to ask," CJ asked as Flash immediately waved at Red Tornado before heading out of the large room. CJ paused to shoot a smile his way before she followed Flash. "How long was I gone?"

Flash shrugged. "Not long. After I got back from the evacuation, Red Tornado told me that Mr. Terrific had told him that you had went down to Earth. It took about twenty minutes to find where you were, but I'd say that you were at the hospital for only two or three hours before I came and got you."

CJ nodded, giving him a visual response that she had heard and understood him.

As they walked, she had sort of zoned out, blindly following him, but only realized where they were when she stepped into the room.

There, standing around a table, all in the same room, were the first six people she had seen when she had come to this world. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at the newcomers. CJ froze, the memory of the portal filling her mind. But she wasn't a threat to them anymore, so why had Flash brought her here?

If you didn't know: Detective Michael Bushart is also an OC, so don't go looking him up anywhere. And, again, these are the founders of the League, minus Aquaman, again. The man is the King of Atlantis, so I guess he has other duties.

Do you know what this means for CJ? Six of the founders in one room?