The Plane

Just when he was going to bash the boy's face in, his fist was caught in a bone-cracking grip. There was a powerful tug as he was spun around to face not a princess, not an Amazon, but a mother.

Diana squeezed his fist a little bit harder, causing him to let out a gasp of pain and sink to his knees, grabbing his wrist.

"Let me go!" he groaned with his teeth clenched; Diana scowled down at the man with a hatred she had never known in two thousand years.

"Don't you ever touch my son again," she said in a low, dangerous voice. She let go of his hand, and brought the back of her own hand down across his face. He fell to the floor, out cold.

"Johnny," she said gently as she knelt down next to her son, her face now set in concern, "Can you hear me?"

Johnny tried to nod his head, but the movement caused him to feel nauseous. Her voice sounded distant, and he was seeing double.

When he could barely nod his head, Diana scooped him up into her arms, "I'm gonna get you out of here."

Johnny could feel the fog overtaking his mind, nut he managed to say two words to her before he slipped into unconsciousness, "Thanks, mom."

"That sure was somethin' today wasn't it," said Two-bit as he plopped down on the sofa, beer in hand.

"Yeah, it'd figure the kid would need some broad to save his ass," said Steve, earning a chuckle from Two-bit and a glare from Soda.

"Cut him some slack. He's only fourteen and those were a bunch of socs."

"She didn't seem to have too much trouble. It's kinda freaky," said Steve.

Soda was about to respond when Pony walked in.

"Hey, Soda, do you know where dad kept all of those World War II articles? The ones he collected when he was enlisted.

"What are you lookin' for those for?" he asked.

"I got to write a short paper on something from World War II for history class."

Soda thought for a second, "Gee, I don't really know. Maybe try lookin' in the bedroom closet," Pony started to walk to the back of the house when Soda added, "Don't make a mess or Darry'll tan both our hides." Then he turned back to Two-bit and Steve.

"Speakin' of Darry," began Two-bit before taking a swig of beer, "I think he's gonna have his hands full with that one."

"What're you talkin' about?" asked Soda.

"I'm talkin' about how after he got over bein' surprised at what she did to those socs, I coulda sworn his eyes were gonna pop out of his head from starin' at her so hard."

"Yeah, I see what you meant about him makin' goo-goo eyes at her this afternoon," said Steve.

Soda laughed as he said, "That don't mean anything's gonna happen. He's way too busy durin' the day, and then he's too tired when he gets home. It's kinda sad when you think of it,"

"Which means he's due for some action, right?" said Steve, while Two-bit laughed drunkenly, falling out of his seat.

"What are you three jabberin' about in here?" asked Darry, stepping in from the kitchen, where he had been cooking dinner.

Before Soda could make something up, Two-bit, while still laughing, said, "We were just talkin about the chances of you getting' with that girl in the bathing suit,"

Darry rolled his eyes, "Idiots," he muttered before saying, "Come on in the kitchen. Dinner's ready."

"Great!" said Soda, jumping up and walking into the kitchen.

"Where's Pony?" asked Darry.

"He's in mom and dad's room," Soda called from the kitchen table.

"Pony! Dinner!" Darry called to the back of the house.

"Be there in a minute!" Pony called back from where he kneeled on the floor in the closet of his parents' old room. He looked wide-eyed at the newspaper clipping in his hand.

The article said in bold letters President Honors Wonder Woman and beneath that Wonder Woman Seizes German Spy Ring.

Best Wishes, Darryl. Stay Safe, Much Love, Wonder Woman

There was a picture with the article…

"Whoa," said an astonished Ponyboy.

"Johnny," he heard a voice echoing from somewhere. Johnny didn't know where he was, but wherever it was, it was warm and comfortable and safe.

"Wake up, Johnny," he could feel himself floating somewhere between a dream and reality, but he wasn't ready to wake up and loose that comfort that his dreams held.

"Johnny," the voice was clear now, and gentle. Opening his eyes, he saw a face hovering above his own. He soon recognized it as Diana, his mother. Today she was wearing a dark blue pencil dress, "How do you feel?"

"Everything's a little foggy, but other than that I guess I'm ok," he said hoarsely.

"Do you think you can sit up?" she asked.

"I think so," he said. He started trying on his own, but Diana helped so that he wouldn't strain himself too much.

"What happened?" he asked, touching his forehead and feeling a bandage there.

"You passed out because of your wound," she replied, "I cleaned it and dressed it. You had a mild concussion, but nothing too serious. You slept all night."

"How do you know all that?" he asked, still touching his forehead.

"Back home, I received some basic medical training," she held up a bag of breakfast pastries, "I brought some breakfast while you were asleep."

"Great," said Johnny. He stopped touching his bandage and took a look at his surroundings, "Where are we?"

"We're inside my plane," said Diana.

"Your plane?" asked Johnny in part disbelief and part amusement.

"Yes," she said, smiling.

The interior of the plane was about ten feet by twenty-six and seemed to be made of some kind of dense glass or crystal that gave off a soft blue-white glow. He was sitting on a small but comfortable cot. Opposite him was an identical cot, while Diana was sitting in a chair next to him. At the front of the room were another chair and the plane's controls, though they were like none he'd ever seen in a plane before. Admittedly though he'd only seen pictures of planes before so his knowledge of planes wasn't much to go by. He could see a field outside through the windshield. There was also a door behind him, for storage he supposed.

"It's a special plane. It can fly very fast and it can turn invisible,"

"You're lyin'," he said, humorously.

"I most certainly am not," she walked to the controls and did something, he couldn't see from where he was. A second later, the walls seemed to disappear and it was as if he were just sitting in the middle of a field.

"Wow," he said as Diana turned the walls back to their opaque state.

"Let's eat," she said, still smiling.

**Sorry if the description of the inside of the plane is too similar to something from Superman's Fortress of Solitude. It's just how I imagine an invisible plane turned solid would be like inside.

Also there's something I keep forgetting to mention. Diana said that Johnny looked like Steve Trevor, who is his biological father in this story. I looked it up and found a picture of Lyle Waggoner and Ralph Macchio who play Steve Trevor and Johnny Cade, respectively, and I thought they actually do look very similar.

Look at these side by side and see if you can see it:

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