A/N: I'm back! Montana was AMAZING and incredibly beautiful. I ate so much beef. I'm just gonna go eat salad for a month. Anyways, this chapter is one day earlier than I was planning because I was excited to write the next one. Enjoy this chapter please! Also: I finally figured out how to do a line break! Yay!

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Annabeth and I crouched behind the forlorn dumpster, waiting for Barry to - how did he put it? - make his move. As it turned out, Peter and Annabel made their own way back to Central City which meant we could leave Team Arrow (and Oliver, thank the gods!) behind. Unfortunately, it also meant we had to deal once more with an overprotective Joe and Iris, the creepy jerk Harry who always spoke in either whispers or shouts for some reason, and general dislike from most of Team Flash (I'm not even trying to stop anymore).

Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry were actually a lot more friendly, but we had helped them catch the infamous Mr. Psychopath - I mean, Zoom - who was now residing in his very own private cell. The team was desperate to find out who he was, but couldn't safely open the door to the cell until they found a sedative that would work on Melty Mouth. The others had been filled in on our involvement in his capture, of course, but they weren't there to see it happen. Oh, well. Hopefully we wouldn't be here much longer.

Anyways, we had tracked Peter Johnson using Annabeth's method and were now waiting to assist in the capture of our doppelgangers. Apparently, during the very short amount of time we were otherwise, ah...engaged in Star City, Johnson had managed to destroy half the bridges in the city, flood the lower parts of town, and Annabel had robbed three banks of about half a million dollars each by shape-shifting into an owl. If they weren't completely evil and Peter didn't seem set on taking over Central City (and then the world), I would've been proud. The alleyway we were in now was in the back of the apartment we thought they were staying in.

The place was kind of shady, which I guess I expected, but it was still kind of odd to think of someone who looks just like you and is you but isn't you living in an apartment with his girlfriend who is your girlfriend but isn't. Ouch. That made my brain hurt.

I glanced down at my wrist and whispered, "He's late."

"How would you know?" Annabeth asked me without taking her eyes off the fire ramp that led to to the apartment. "You don't have a watch."

"I don't need one," I protested. "My internal clock is telling me that Ba- Flash should have been here about two minutes ago. We need to be sure Johnson and Annabel don't run off again, and he's not exactly helping with that."

"Hmm," Annabeth humphed, unimpressed.

"I can hear you, you know," Barry said over the comns. It was only then that I remembered the little device in my ear that let him hear everything I was saying. Oops. "And you try working a day job as a CSI and moonlighting as a superhero sometime."

Hey, I have a perfectly legitimate excuse for forgetting about the comns! Yes, the piece was in my ear, so I should have felt it, but demigods never ever use comns because they would just alert the monsters to our positions. "Rather not," I responded. "I only need one extra job."

Before I could say anything else, a streak (sorry) of red lightning zoomed (again, sorry) up the fire escape and into the apartment.

"Let's move," Annabeth commanded.

"Really?" I responded sarcastically as we started moving. "Should we move? I thought we could stay here and have a nice little picnic."

"You're impossible," she muttered under her breath mounting the stairs two at a time.

"That's why you love me," I smiled as we charged into the apartment, weapons drawn.

Looking back on it, I'm not really sure why we had our weapons drawn. We were fighting mortals, not monsters. Besides, we wouldn't need them, as it turned out. As soon as we came in, we saw Barry standing over Johnson and Annabel, whose hands were restrained with some pretty high-tech looking cuffs.

"The cuffs repress their powers?" Annabeth clarified jerking her chin in the metahumans' direction.

"Mm-hmm. Cisco made them."

"Aw, come on, man," I complained. "You didn't leave anything for us to do!"

Barry shrugged apologetically. "You guys were really slow getting up here. I had plenty of time to kill."

"We got up here in, like, fifteen seconds," I corrected.

"Exactly."

"You won't hold me for long," Peter interrupted. "I always escape. After all, I am a genius. I look forward to hacking my way out of your pipeline again."

"Like, yeah! Annabel chimed in. "He's, like, super smart."

Annabeth stared at her doppelganger incredulously, no doubt shocked by her manner of speaking. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded.

"Like, what's wrong with you?" Annabel responded in a feeble attempt at being smart. She kind of reminded me of a little kid in that respect. You know? Someone says, "You're ugly," and the kid responds, "Your face is ugly."

Annabeth stared at Annabel angrily for another moment, like she was tempted to stick her knife into her doppelganger before turning to look at me. "Yeah, you were right. That's really freaky."

"Just...try not to think about it," Barry advised. "Remember that you don't have their lives and they don't have yours. They might look like you, but they're not you."

I nodded my head slowly. "That was some real wisdom right there."

Barry rolled his eyes and disappeared in a flash (Styx! Sorry), taking Johnson and Annabel with him.

"So…" I started turning to Annabeth. "Any ideas on how to get back to STAR Labs?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Not really, unless you feel like taking a stroll."

"Sounds great," I replied taking her hand.

Annabeth and I didn't get back to STAR Labs until about an hour later because of the long walk back. We weren't upset though. The walk gave us some alone time, which we hadn't gotten in a while. That didn't stop Barry from feeling bad for forgetting us. I swear to the gods, the only person who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders better than good ol' Barry was Atlas.

"Sorry," he apologized (that's Barry, not Atlas, just so you know). "I'm not used to having other people with me in the field."

We were about to reassure Barry, tell him it was fine and we actually enjoyed the walk when Caitlin walked into the room.

"I have some bad news," she declared striding briskly across the room, heels clicking and tablet in hand. "I've been trying to find out which earth you're from using the–"

"You think they can help you?" I swiveled at the sound of my own voice and saw the security feed from Peter's cell pulled up on one of the monitors. As a precaution, we had left his cuffs on. Hopefully he wouldn't escape. Again. Anyways, thank goodness it was only Peter, and not some other clone of me. "They can't do a thing for you. If you ever want to get home, you'll have to jump from universe to universe until you find yours. It could take years!" Peter began laughing maniacally, which was indescribably creepy because he actually meant it, unlike some people. Cisco reached over and shut the monitor down.

Caitlin grimaced. "Um, unfortunately, he's right."

I tried to keep calm. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "What do you mean "he's right"?"

"We don't know which earth you're from. And even if we did, we couldn't get you there very quickly."

"Then do your...science-y...thing," I said waving my arms helplessly.

"Science doesn't work like that," Annabeth reminded me. "You know that. It's not magic. And apparently, there is no magic here."

Barry winced. "Well, actually–"

"The point is," Cisco cut in, "we think we can get you to an alternate universe using the Speed Canon and my powers–"

"Since when do you have powers?" I interrupted. Seriously, since when? It would've been nice to know about when we were still working against Mr. Psychopath.

"–but we don't know which universe you'll be sent to."

"We'll have to go by trial and error," Annabeth summarized. "Go to different earths and see if they're our own, and since there are infinite earths, that could take a while."

"But we can do it," Barry reminded us. "I'm ready whenever you two are."

Annabeth and I exchanged glances. "Why not?" we answered simultaneously.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "So, I'm just supposed to run into that," I gestured towards the swirly glowing thing, "on purpose?!"

"Pretty much," Joe nodded.

"Dude, this is nothing," Cisco admonished.

"Oh, yeah," I agreed sarcastically, "it's nothing. I'm just gonna jump into a portal that will deposit me into a potentially dangerous situation."

Annabeth came up and put a hand on my shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Don't listen to him. He's just annoyed because none of the laundry machines on your earth accept drachmas."

"I am not," I grumped. Hang on, grumped? That would imply that I was grumpy, and I was...n't. Wasn't. Let's go with...denied. That's better.

"Anyways," Cisco continued, "Harry and I whipped these up for you." He passed Annabeth and I a pair of smartphones. I would say which brand, but then I'd probably be sued. Let's just say we wouldn't be needing any apples anytime soon. (Get it? 'Cause Apple is the company and–right. Shutting up now.) "They should work for you, even on your earth. Our contact info is in there, so if you ever need our help or we ever need yours, we can help you. Hopefully, by that time, I'll be able to control which universe I go to."

"Thanks," Annabeth said as we pocketed them, but I could tell we were thinking the same thing. The phones would probably get us killed if we even touched them outside of camp.

"Ready?" Barry asked stepping forward. He was clad (that's a fun word) in his Flash suit, but it was a bit redundant, as he had his cowl down.

"As we'll ever be," I responded easily.

At the time, I was a little more excited than I probably should have been. I mean, yeah, we were on our way home (yay!), but there was no guarantee of when we'd get there, if we got there at all. Who knows how many universes we'll have to travel to? But still. It was travel between universes. Don't tell me you wouldn't be excited.

"Let's do this," Barry sighed as he stepped into position. He stood between Annabeth and I (grrr!), grabbed our shoulders, and pulled on his mask, ready to tow us into the abyss. So really, it was just another Tuesday. Oh, sorry. My bad. This happened on a Wednesday.

"Okay," Cisco called. "Not sure which earth this is going to send you to, but I think it's Earth-1234567. I'm, like, seventy percent sure."

"Why would you start there?" Annabeth questioned. "It's highly illogical. If there are infinite earths, than you can't possibly start at the one with the highest number, so we should go from the bottom up, not pick a random point."

"Well, yeah, if you wanna be Spock," Cisco returned. "I just wanted to be spontaneous."

"Whatever," Annabeth grumbled after I gave her a look that clearly told her it wasn't worth it. "Let's just get out of here."

"Alright," Barry said. Then he tightened his grip on our shoulders and dragged us into the breach.