((A/N)) The introduction chapters will be kinda linked for a while. Not too many adventure choosing for a little while.
As always, a thank you to my first reviewer, THEHUNTRESS06. and to answer your question in the review, yes Reece will be in this and yes there will be some fluff thrown in every now and then, depending on what path you take. Personally I don't like all the femslash parings, I don't see why they keep getting put up. I just now managed to get obsessed with the series so I don't know too many of the stories out there. Maybe with this one you won't miss it as much.
Review! I can't explain how much it means.
Chapter 2
Everything was wrong. This world was different.
The world shone bright in a sky not cluttered by massive buildings of cold steel and glass. Instead it's golden radiance stretched down to the far away earth and reflected its brilliance on the snow that coated the land. Thank god it wasn't deep, maybe an inch or so with blades of grass poking out wherever they could.
All this she could handle. So she was in a strange place where is snowed in March. Not that big of a deal. The problem was how it happened. She didn't remember being here before, nor did she remember being alone. What had she been doing? There was no way she had gotten drunk enough to end up here without knowing why.
There had been a little party, nothing big or fancy just a little party. Barbara and Helena had worked hard to get the clocktower into shape and she had actually forced the Oracle to get out and buy some food for once in her life. There was cake and candles and ice cream and chips and everything else a normal birthday party would have, except that it was in a hidden vigilante lair and there was only one candle on the cake.
The party had been for Dinah, she had been with them for a year now. Usually heroes as young as her (not to mention as emotionally unstable) don't make it this far. They leave or loose their temper or just fail and are killed. The fact that a seventeen year old had gone through as much as she did proved a lot. Even Helena had to pay her own share of respect for the Black Canary's daughter.
They had all been there: Barbara and Wade, Jessie and Helena, and last there was Alfred. Babs said she had wanted to bring in some friends of hers, but Helena fought the idea down. Both knew if someone was there that was one of Oracle's friends but not Dinah's then they were there because they knew her mother, the Black Canary. Not only did Dinah not need some guys hanging around that didn't know her she didn't need to be reminded that her mother was killed in front of her a little over nine months ago.
Everything went well, all of them were happy and enjoying themselves and embarrassing Dinah with all her mistakes from her early weeks, but of course those happy times never last, do they?
What first called them away was the Delphi system. It kept flashing and sirens were going off saying something was breeching the perimeter, but every time someone went to check nothing was there, not even on the cameras. Then there was the laughing. It was almost like the sound out of a movie, loud and echoing off the tower walls. The world went dark and there was that voice that whispered to her, saying things she couldn't understand. Then, when she finally woke up, she was here.
Alone, cold, and in the middle of no where. Well, if she was out here the others would have to be too.
"Dinah!" She called out and her voice just echoed as she scanned the area. The snow seemed to stretch on for miles in every direction. Only a little cluster of buildings caught her attention. They were far away, but she could see the smoke billowing from various chimneys so she figured she could reach it easy enough. Getting there should be an easy first step to finding the others. If they were out there too they'd probably go towards it.
She stood and brushed herself off, grumbling at how some of the snow had melted into her pants leaving almost half of one leg darker than the rest of her. That and a small collection of grass, leaves, and snow had built up in her hair. Of course she took a moment to brush most of it out. She wasn't some kind of animal.
She walked towards the smoke, not wanting to tire herself out just yet. She wasn't sure why she was here or what she was up against. But words couldn't describe how much she hated it. The thing didn't seem to be getting any closer no matter how long she walked. Seconds and minutes blurred together and then minutes and hours. And she still didn't seem any closer. But in reality the little mass of buildings was much closer than when she started. Only by looking behind her and seeing the long trail of footprints in the snow did she realize just how far she had come. As the time passed the little town began to become more visible and a little bit of happiness perked inside her only to be forced down. This little place was nothing like anything she had ever been in.
They were small, almost none of them reaching the third story, and all of them made of wood or brick. Most of the wooden buildings were painted white. There were several dirt paths that traveled in and out of the city, but not one of them was paved. And through every house a small stream of smoke flowed freely as if none of them were heated by anything other than flame.
"Helena!" The voice startled her, but it was good to hear.
"Dinah! You're ok!" The younger vigilante was alive, but tired looking, her hair somehow still perfectly straight even though her limbs hung at her sides. "or are you?"
"Just tired. I'll be fine." She answered quickly. As if she should expect any other answer. Ever since her first day living with the Birds of Prey she's been out to prove herself. "Did you see any of the others?"
"No. Just that little village or whatever." Helena answered, "Figured they would all go there if they were nearby."
"Yeah." It was nice when Dinah actually agreed with her instead of fighting. But neither of them knew where they were anyway so it's not like one could be more right than the other.
"Aren't you cold?" Helena asked looking at her friend. She still had on the little short skirt she had worn to the party.
"Freezing." She shuddered, "There's probably some real clothes in there."
The two walked on, both scanning the horizon on all sides hoping for anyone they knew. It wasn't until they were close enough for Helena's sharp metahuman senses to see the individual bricks on the buildings that they stopped to pick up the third member of the group.
Jessie Reece had been knocked out as well and was still lying on his side in the snow. Helena sat beside him and shook his shoulder gently to wake him while Dinah picked a place to watch. When at first he did not move Helena felt panic forming in her chest. What if he wasn't going to wake up? But a thought like that had to be forced away. Given a little time she did manage to make some progress.
"Did you manage to bang your head there?" she asked him just happy he was alive.
"Where are we?"
"Wish we knew." She helped him sit up but wasn't about to let him stand. Didn't want to overload his brain or anything. "One minute we're partying, the next stranded in the middle of nowhere. This little town's the only thing we could see."
"but that thing I saw just a minute ago. What was that?"
"What thing?" This time Dinah asked. Both knew this was her field.
"I don't know, I didn't really see it, it was just kinda there. You know?"
"Yeah. I heard it too. Just before it woke up, but I don't remember much." Dinah added. "Something about a game."
"Mine talked about a sun-drowned place." Helena continued. "Whatever it was it was just a dream. It's not like it means anything."
"If all three of us are having the same dream?" And back to the disagreeing.
"Look, lets just find Barbara, ok? Being that I haven't seen a single car since we've been here I'm guessing her wheelchair either isn't here or doesn't work."
"She's got that nerve thingy, doesn't she?" Reece asked finally standing. Helena still stayed close, holding his hand and watching his every move.
"Not really. It was damaged right after Dr. Quinzell went down. The thing nearly killed her. Even if she had it with her I'm not about to let her use it."
When they reached the town not only were they convinced that they were somewhere away from home, but they were somewhen else as well. The people walked in clothes she had only seen in old movies about the eighteen hundreds. The ones that were rich enough to have cars didn't, but sat in wagons pulled by horses and oxen. One kid was riding barefoot on a pig. The roads were all dirt and most people just walked in the middle of them as if they weren't worried about getting hit or anything. The buildings were all close together, like they should be in a city, but they were still so small. The biggest of them all was a stable that she could already hear the donkeys and horses from.
"Ok, so what dream did we fall in?" Reece said looking around as they walked through the streets. As clear as the confusion on his face was he walked confidently through the town as though nothing was wrong. Helena and Dinah stayed beside him, both reading the signs to try to find out anything about the place. Most of them looked like family run stores, not corporate owned businesses and not a single fast food place.
"Helena! Dinah! Reece! You're all alive!" Both girls ran at the sound of the Oracle's far too familiar voice. Wade was with her and, thanks to the absence of her chair, was carrying her in his arms even though he was struggling to do so. "What happened to you guys?"
"Well we were having cake at my party," Dinah recounted again, "then we all heard some thing tell us different things in a dream even though we somehow know it's the same person. And we're in the middle of a revolutionary war reenactment."
"Dinah, the revolutionary war was in 1775." Their mentor told them, "If it's going to be any war reenactment it's going to be the civil war since that's 1861, but even that's a little off."
"And how would you know where we are?" Of course the all seeing Oracle would know.
"I read the paper." She pointed to a two-story, red bricked building with white windows. I the balcony on the second floor a blue and white sign hung. "INDEPENDENCE MESSANGER" it said. In the window the front page of that morning's paper was hung so the world could see its headline.
"March 1, 1848," It read, "Former President John Quincy Adams Dies"
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