Conclusion
[Luthor Mansion, Super Lana Universe]

In honor of Ron's return not to mention DC-Dave and Angie's help, Lex threw an enormous banquet. Food heaped on the table's serving platters. Soda sat in bottles off to the side. An enormous coffee urn (for his wife's vice) sat in the corner.

People congregated and talked amongst each other. They laughed and joked about things. They compared notes on the Talon situation.

It was a great night…..

SL-Dave talked to April and Karen in the corner. He was relieved to hear that Garth and Steve only sustained bruises from Zorpox's attack. Seeing Ron back to normal lightened his concern although he knew the younger man's problems weren't about to go away any time soon. He also felt glad that Team Possible's friendship with the Legion had solidified due to the whole affair.

Perhaps Sensei would follow suit, one could never tell…..

He saw his counterpart and Angie talking by the bar. He'd paid for DC-Dave's haircut and beard trim. At least he can get that and Lex threw in some flannel shirts and pants for them both. I couldn't imagine being stuck in that hell. He grimaced at the thought of being trapped in 1751 like that. At least they have friends there and here.

"You want to catch up with them? That's fine," April agreed.

SL-Dave nodded and headed over to the bar. "Another ale for me please." He paid the bartender and opened it. "Here's to you guys. You're better people than I am." He downed a swig from the bottle. "Once again, you bailed us out. And here we were the ones trying to help rescue you."

"Stop, Dave. That's quite enough," Angie chided. "You certainly have enough to worry about around here. It's not your fault we're in the situation we're in."

"Besides we can come back here periodically." DC-Dave drank from his own glass of ale. "Granted it's like a day once every six months or a year…Got to check with Cybelle on that. But at least we can get a bit of culture. And you helped where you could, Dave. We're not keeping score. All right?"

"Right," SL-Dave relented. "Just let us know if the folks in your universe want a reunion. We'll host it here. And if you need help back there, you holler. By the way, it looks good to see you out of the mountain man outfit for a minute."

"It feels good to be out of that stuff for a minute," Angie admitted. "But what Dave says goes double for you, your family and those kids. Call us."

"We will. Why don't you join us? Just because you're living where you are now doesn't mean you have to be wallflowers forever, right?" SL-Dave invited. "And by the way, you two, when you say family, cut the your family stuff. It's our family. Got it?"

Angie smiled at him while blushing a bit. "Sorry and thanks for reminding us of that."

"We're grateful," DC-Dave added while shaking his counterpart's hand.

"No trouble. Part of what you've shown us," the resident professor noted. With that, he guided the two exiles across the room to their loved ones.

After doing a quick diaper check on their little man, Clark and Lana relaxed with the Legion members, Heloise and Team Possible at the corner table. They were all relieved and glad to see Ron back to normal. After Angie's touch up on the team members, they were all ready for the next day's activity in Japan.

"Guys, sorry I harshed all over you," Ron apologized (yet again). He felt so embarrassed by the whole affair.

"Ron San, we are all here. Nobody was killed or too badly hurt. We should be grateful," Yori pointed out.

"Besides the mess gave us a chance to find Uncle Dave's counterpart again," Miranda threw in. "Sensei will work with us on this issue, Ron. We all have to put work in."

"Ron, Clark and I had to overcome issues like yours. We're still working on it. Maybe our friends can help you too," Lana suggested.

"These folks have been working with both Dr. Duboises for years. Wade knows about them," Clark added.

Ron looked to Yori, Kim and Rick. "Guys, what do you think?"

"If they're who I think they are, Dr. Director will definitely go along with it," Rick agreed. "And if not…well…"

Kim rolled her eyes at her companion. "As if! Ron, you know we're here for you no matter what! You should NEVER doubt that." She gave him a hug to reaffirm that fact.

"YEAH!" Rufus chimed in from the arm rest where he was sitting and attacking a nacho chip to his delight.

Ron hugged his wife's shoulders. "Boo yeah!" He picked up a soda glass and toasted, "To the best friends in the world. Thanks!"

"Hear! Hear!" the two teams agreed while clinking glasses against each other.

And in such ways, alliances were solidified…

[Next Afternoon—Yamanuchi School, Japan]

Fresh off of the party, the group set in for a rapid rebuild of the Yamanuchi school. The ninja students received a welcome surprise as the Legion, the priestesses and the other universe's Community of Tolerance all showed up to assist in the efforts for the day. Especially in the case of the latter, the former students and the kids couldn't resist seeing DC-Dave and Angie again.

Needless to say, for those not used to such things, seeing two sets of counterparts proved an interesting challenge indeed.

As the rubble was cleared and the walls rose once more with astonishing speed, both sides found they could work efficiently on the whole.

[Meal Area]

With so much super powered assistance, the school's buildings sat ready to be refurnished and the small maintenance to be done on them. Now that the structures had been built, it was time to enjoy the feast at hand.

Nooni, the school's chef, stepped aside in wonder at the two Rons working on the feast for the workers. Granted they flattered each other and laughed at really bad jokes together. However they also complimented each other's cooking styles producing a feast to be remembered for decades to come at the school.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised to find the dishes already waiting for them upon their arrival at the banquet area. They made their way to their places and stood while waiting for Sensei and the honored guests to be at the head table.

Sensei raised his glass. "My children, we have endured a great tragedy. Our beloved school was leveled by our ever-present enemy, Dahak. It possessed one of our number who has returned to us and given us this meal. We have many things to be grateful for. Our school has been restored. We have been returned to health. Once more, our vigilance can be seen. And that is because of our friends and allies from here and abroad. While I still value our secrecy, it pays to have friends of such quality. We should honor them."

The students saluted the new friends and old ones in their midst.

"As Miranda has often said, we are all members of her family. Perhaps it is time we all considered each other as such," Sensei continued. He rubbed her shoulder. "It is time, Miri Chan. Please rise."

"Excuse me?" Miranda wondered while looking at Lana and then at Yori with no answers in sight from either. She rose and stepped to her master's side. "Sensei Sama?"

He produced a robe like his own with a matching sash.

"Sensei, I am not worthy!" Miranda protested.

"Hai, Miri Chan, you are. Please," Sensei bade while slipping the new gi over her old one and tying the sash around her waist. "You are now a sensei in your own right." He bowed to her.

"I…I…" Miranda wanted to break down and cry in shock and happiness. But she contained herself with dignity and pride. She bowed. "You will always be Sensei Sama to me."

"Represent us well, Daughter," Sensei requested. "Much as your two friends do their other world." He nodded to Clark and Lana. "Our thanks as well."

Clark stood and took a deep breath. "We're together in this. We help each other." He extended a hand.

Sensei gladly shook it. "Indeed." His aged eyes glittered and turned to the two Duboises now from the past. "And none here shall be forgotten no matter how far they go. Now shall we eat this wonderful food that our friends…er friend…Stoppable San created for us?"

As everyone dug in, they were glad a new day arose. The threat of Zorpox was past but others would rise up for everyone concerned soon enough. Dahak was out there. So was Dijon.

But for now, let's allow our friends their celebration shall we? It's been a long ordeal indeed…..

THE END (for now)