I am so sorry this took so long! With school and traveling a lot it's been hard to get a chance to write but I got it updated now, so enjoy.

I DON'T OWN JUSTICE LEAGUE! I DO'T OWN JUSTICE LEAGUE! I DON'T OWN JUSTICE LEAGUE! IS THAT PLAIN ENOUGH FOR YOU!!

(3 weeks after the Gordanian Invasion started)

Shayera walked quietly down the half lit underground tunnel trying not to notice the disgusted looks the other Leaguers were giving her as she carried the box of supplies to the newly built supply room. She instead looked only straight ahead ignoring the glares and tried to think of something other than them. She looked at the floor and sighed inwardly . . . It wasn't working.

"I had finally gained some trust, then Reolc had to step in and ruin things! When will he ever leave me alone! First the death of my brother, then chasing Rhyan and I across the universe, then throwing Hro in his prison, making him Gordanian-bloodthirsty, and now coming to Earth! . . .But I understand how the people feel, how can they trust me? I've nearly destroyed their planet once before . . . Why shouldn't they think I would do it again? If Hro were still alive, I would be worried about him coming back too, though I know he wouldn't . . . but he's dead . . . There's nothing I can do about that. . . Oh tharzef," She said mentally, using the Thanagarian word for father. "Why did I ever listen to you when you said to take the council's offer and come here! . . . It wouldn't have mattered to you anyway. . .You still wouldn't have cared about me, you would have only-"

Her thoughts were cut short when she ran right into John's strong and sturdy back. She whipped her head up and stepped back. He turned around abruptly to face her.

"Sorry, John. I was just on my way to take this stuff to the supply room and wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She said absently as she looked at John's lit-green, brown eyes. She could see the exhaustion and determination in them, which matched her own. Her eyes moved to look at the woman standing to his right, Mari, aka, Vixen. Mari had her hands and head resting on John's shoulder.

"I like Mari, really I do. She's a nice woman and her and John are good together, just look at the way his eyes shine brighter with her every touch. . . If anyone is going to be with John, other than me . . . It would be her, but . . . I'm not going to be with John, so she should be happy. I know just as much as her that the whole bantering thing between us is all for the fun of it and she'll eventually end up with me out of the way and in his arms." Shayera thought to herself and didn't realize that John had just said, "It's fine." and was about to say something else.

"I'll take the box now, Shayera." John said and it brought her out of her thoughts once again.

"Huh?" She asked still confused.

"This is the supply room, remember. I'm supposed to help Vixen and a couple others stack the supplies inside." He said slowly with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, right. I haven't been paying attention. Here take it." Shayera finally said once she had cleared her mind of all the disturbing thoughts in her head and handed him the large box. He nodded from behind it and headed inside the open door next to him with Shayera and Mari following close behind. Mari slowed her pace to look at the two side by side.

"Look at them . . . The way John looks at her . . . You have to know that he still loves her, I know he does. I love him so much but I know it won't last . . . I'll be ready for it though. It would make me happy to see him with her again . . . I can tell it hurts him everyday he sees her . . . I know just as much as her that the whole bantering thing between us is all for the fun of it and she'll eventually end up with me out of the way and in his arms." Mari thought and sighed mentally as she took a couple quick steps to catch up with the other two.

"What's in the box?" Vixen asked Shayera as she came to stand next to her.

"More food, I think." Shayera replied in her normal tone, masking her emotions once again. I've been thinking too much lately.

"Well, that's good. Some people were starting to complain. Do you know who went out and got this one?"

"No, I just- Wait, J'onn's trying to send me a message." Shayera said quickly as the Martian began to speak to her telepathically.

"Shayera, I need your assistance on the construction of the new tunnels and living quarters." J'onn's stoic voice came into her mind with a hint of interest in his voice.

"I'm on my way, J'onn." She replied mentally, unable to hide the exhaustion of days without sleep, and the sadness of the memories flooding her mind. It had been the same way the day the Thanagarians had arrived. It brought back a whole load of unwanted and shunned memories all while she masked her grief and anger as she carried out her duties. She turned to face the Green Lantern and Vixen.

"J'onn, wants me to help him with the construction. You'll have to ask someone else to get the stuff for you." She finally stated as she pushed up a falling box next to her.

"Ok, I'll see you at the meeting tonight." John replied as he searched her face and eyes for any sign of her true emotions. Her invisible mask of fake emotions could be as hard to see through as her old Hawkgirl mask when she wanted it to be.

She nodded in response and walked out of the stuffy supply room towards the very end of their new head quarters. As she looked around, again trying to distract herself, she decided to think about the new place. Alfred had suggested they use the cave's tunnels that ran under Gotham. After blocking the entrance of the main tunnel to the Batcave so that the Gordanian's wouldn't be able to trace them from there, Batman and any other heroes that had gotten their message began to rebuild all that they had lost.

Most of the heroes had made it back, but a few were still missing. Among these lost ones, were Captain Atom, Fire, Gypsy, Aztec, Question, and Huntress. Sadly, they found Gypsy's body among a pile of long dead Gordanians. She had fought valiantly and deserved the memorial ceremony the League had put for her. Vibe and Steel were there, J'onn as well, and though Shayera hadn't had a chance to get to know the woman she attended as well. Captain Atom would have attended, but the Gordanians had sent a message of capture to Wayne Manor, stating that they had him as their prisoner. Shayera was furious, but it was still too soon to attack. . .they could barely get food without being attacked themselves. Fire had gone down with the watchtower, but because of her abilities she would have been able to live though such a disaster, even if she would be badly injured. Aztec had went out for supplies, and came up missing. Later they got another note of his capture. Question and Huntress seemed as if they had gone off the map entirely. No one had seen or heard anything from them since the message was sent, and the Gordanians still hadn't sent word of their capture, so no one truly knew where they were.

Things had been so much different since that day. Everyone was so solemn and distraught, even as they worked on the new place. Many of the Leaguers had worked on it for days, herself included. They had put up special support beams to protect from cave-ins, dug out rooms, installed metal doors with access codes, and had built a better and more efficient control room than even the Watchtower's. It had taken some time, and would still take more time, but they were nearly done, and it felt good to know that they might be able to get just an ounce of sleep again.

As Shayera neared the end of the old and finished parts of the headquarters she saw J'onn, in mid-flight, holding up a large metal panel. She flew to his side and grabbed the corner, helping him place the piece in the correct spot. Once they had finished that they both landed on the rocky floor.

"Thank you for coming to help, Shayera." J'onn told her kindly as she landed next to him.

"Well that's what we're all supposed to be doing right now anyway." She said as she shrugged. Shayera turned to look down the hallway she had just came, again all the Leaguers couldn't help but give her diminishing looks. She let out a small quiet, barely noticeable sigh.

"What's wrong, Shayera?" J'onn asked her worriedly as he picked up a wielding tool.

"Nothing." She answered defiantly as she stood up straighter and crossed her arms. Thoughts of everything that had happened in the last few days bomb barded her mind: A strange kid that reminded her of someone back home, a Thanagarian message of someone she knew and loved, a friend in a coma, Gordanians invading Earth because of her, Reolc continuing to ruin her life, being forced underground, and now everyone hated her, again. There was definitely something wrong. Her shoulders sagged a little as she sighed, louder this time. "Who am I kidding, J'onn? Of course, there's something wrong. There's something wrong with this entire situation." He merely nodded awaiting her next comment. "Everything's been gone wrong in my life since the minute the Thanagarians landed on Earth, and now, the Gordanians have landed and it's only made things worse. I'll never gain these people's trust again, just look at the way they look at me! I'd probably be better off dead to them than alive." She said the last sentence quieter than the rest. J'onn stopped abruptly, at hearing her words, and turned to look at her.

"Shayera, you know more about these creatures than anyone here. Your help is more important to this mission than any other's. They may see you as a traitor but your past does not define who you are unless you let it control your life in the present and future." He told her softly with a hand on her shoulder and a smile. She returned the smile.

"Thanks J'onn," She turned towards the hallway and passing Leaguers. "But leaving a past like that behind is a lot harder than it looks."

/JL\

"Welcome to the meeting, now we can finally start this thing." Superman said as Flash, the last one to show up as always, entered the room.

"Thank you Supes." Flash said dramatically with a bow as if he was the most important person there.

"Would you please, just take a seat." Batman growled while scowling at Flash's antics; he wasn't having a very good day. Wally just flashed his wide, shining smile, to brighten up the gloomy atmosphere, and took a seat.

Batman looked at each of the original seven Justice League members, studying their expressions before he spoke. "We've been drawing this out for too long. We need to make a move now before the Gordanians can get any stronger."

"I agree. We should at least make some attempt at an offense." Diana agreed with Batman, her expression changing from one of interest to one of determination.

"One thing that I've learned while fighting these murderers, is that, it would almost be better to go out and risk a few men and put just a big enough dent in their plan to stop them from wiping us out all at once, until we can make an even bigger impact." Shayera added in.

"Which is exactly what Bruce and I were talking about before all of you entered this meeting. We were thinking about sending in three or four people, a team just small enough to get farther into their territory and just good enough to make that dent you were talking about, Shayera." Superman said, confident in his (more like Batman's) plan.

"Who would we send?" Green Lantern asked.

"I was thinking that Shayera should lead and put together the team. She has more knowledge of Gordanian strategies and would be best for this mission." Batman said stoically while looking towards Shayera's direction.

"Yeah, Shayera's perfect for this! She could take out more Gordanians in a couple seconds than all of us put together!" Flash said with hopes high on Shayera's mission.

"Sure, I'd love to go smash some Gordanians." Shayera leaned back and nodded.

"But isn't that a little risky? Shayera's the one Reolc wants. If we put her in there, he could easily get to her." John interrupted. Shayera abruptly sat up and glared at him.

"What do you mean, he could easily get me?! Are you saying I can't handle this?" She said defiantly.

"No, I'm just saying it would be dangerous and risky." John answered with just as much defiance in his voice as she.

"Hey, hey! No need to start an argument." Wally said as he sped to stand in between them.

"Flash's right, the last thing we need is for more arguing." Wonder Woman added to his comment.

"Shayera's already accepted the assignment, and she knows the risks that come with every mission. Now, Shayera, who would you need?" Superman said first directing his voice towards John, then Shayera.

"Probably someone with experience and stealth, and most importantly . . . Someone willing to take orders from me." She answered.

"I'd go with you." Flash commented.

"We need your speed to help finish the construction as fast as possible." Batman replied and Wally sank a little in his seat, but nodded willingly.

"I'm not doing anything but moving boxes; I would be willing to go." John offered and Shayera looked at him, knowing that he wanted to go more to protect then for the mission. It was sweet but he had to realize that no matter what he did for her didn't change the fact that they weren't together. But she smirked and answered anyway.

"Fine, but I still need one more."

"May I suggest Vixen?" The Martian Manhunter, who had not said a word but had thought over the situation carefully, finally spoke. With his words, John was about to protest but Shayera spoke before he could object.

"Fine with me, as long as she wants to." Again John tried to object but was interrupted.

"Good, then I guess this meeting is adjourned. All of you should go back to your duties and Shayera prepare your team to leave immediately." Batman spoke, stood, and left the room. At that point everyone knew the meeting really was over, but then again he always left in his strange and mysterious way. Nonetheless, the legendary Leaguers went on with their duties and missions.

please review! and i'm updating the next ch. with this one so that'll you'll have somethin' to chew on while you wait for the next update. So just review and keep reading!