I own nothing except the ideas of how I am planning to merge two divergent worlds into a hopefully coherent story.

It's my bday, and I'll write if I want to, write if I want to,

you would write too, if you were celebrating 25yrs of fanfic writing woohoo...

Sept 20th I turn 44 and celebrate 25yrs of posting my writings at this site. I've seen a lot of changes and a lot of fics and writers come and go over the years and I encourage everyone currently writing to not give up and even if it is years of dry spells due to whatever issues, keep on writing and keep on reading.

Thanks to every one who has followed my works over the years and waited patiently for some of my works to continue...

67ttyu

Clark frowned as he floated above the cloud cover over the city of New York. HE listened to the chatter of the crowds of caped individuals patrolling the city, not liking the way some of those conversations were going. He witnesses several of them committing crimes that normally he would have stopped, but given the current situation he knew he had to refrain from taking an active role in detaining and punishing the perpetrators. What he could do was record all names of both aggressor and victim to pass along to Miss January and Hughie in discreet fashion. He and Diana had taken to using the mostly innocent pair as a clearing house of information to pass along to the newly reactivated cell of CIA operatives under the command of William Butcher.

Thanks to Diana's hacking and the weak cyber protection of this world, they had managed to infiltrate several government agencies as well as some key corporate entities, including Vought and it's 2 main rivals. The choicer pieces of information they were mining was sanitized of any sensitive material relating to themselves and the true source of compound V. Sadly they had not yet managed to track down the location of the source or any of the accompanying paraphernalia. Clark was starting to suspect that this information was, if stored on a computer, not stored anywhere with an internet connection. It was a tactic that Lex and other criminal organizations on their world had started adapting once the existence and talents of people like Victor Stone and Barbara Gordon started circulating.

Unable to take anymore of the debauchery taking place beneath him, he flew out of Metropolis air space, heading back to the central mining village he and Diana had created to first cover their funding, then continue providing funds of a legitimate nature. He was meeting with some of the mining crews about possibly expanding to a second location about 100km from the current mine.

He and Diana had already agreed that the expansion would go ahead, and that the profit sharing plan in place at the current mine would continue with the new site. It made fiscal and personal sense to do so while also providing even more opportunities for the workers to grow their own net worths. It would also allow them to hire more staff and provide relief to the nearby struggling villages.

Clark landed behind the house he and Diana had set up in the village for their use. He entered through the back door and as he moved through the kitchen, spun into his standard blue suit and jacket combo while messing his hair slightly. There was a knock on the door, and he moved forward, opening and greeting his guests.

"Come on in to the den, I'll have some refreshments out in a minute." he stated as he shook hands with each of the half dozen individuals entering the home.

The following couple of hours were spent going over the financial information and costs involved in first purchasing the new mine field as well as staffing and building up the area. It was, at 100km, a fair distance but the worker committee was at this time against the building of a second permanent community, though the idea of more hiring was accepted on caveat that new hires would have shares in the new mine alone, and not the original mine. Any employee who transferred or worked both sites would share in profit and have shares in both sites.

Clark originally countered by the argument that it was one company so shares would naturally cover any and all current and potential future expansions, but the committee was able to convince him of the benefits of offering shares per site as opposed to over all stock. By going this route, those working the 2nd site would be more motivated to ensure that it became as profitable as the original site as quickly as they could. The danger of offering company wide stock in this instance would be that the new crew, who were not part of the community might not be as concerned with ensuring the profitability of the location as compared to the overall profitability of the company.

When all was done and the intent to purchase agreements were signed, Clark was pleased that the committee and the community were working out as well as he and Diana could hope. The main point of contention in his mind that they had acceded to was the building of at least a small permanent medical facility and a couple of specialty stores alone with some full housing units that while not as elaborate as the homes here, would offer comfort and privacy to workers who were in rotation working at the new mine.

It was a good beginning and helped ease some of the guilt he felt at ignoring the suffering he had witnessed in New York earlier that day.

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Homelander frowned as the thundering sound of a nearby sonic boom reached his ears. He turned his head and activated his z-vision just in time to see the red and blue blur of the bastard copycat reaching the limits of his visual acuity. His frown deepened as he wondered how long the bastard had been so close and he had not noticed, regretting that he knew the imposter was too far and too fast for him to catch. He felt his rage spike as he was once again forced to acknowledge the limits of his supposedly limitless gifts.

"Homelander? Sir, is everything okay?" asked a nervous Ashley from her seat across the conference table which was covered in a variety of spread sheets and other reports.

Homelander shook his head, setting aside his rage to look back at the woman with a cold smile. "No, just thought I heard something, but it turns out it was nothing." He picked up the nearest sheet, taking a second to look over the figures, his eyebrow quirking at the numbers on the page. "How recent is this sales report?"

Ashley swallowed at the intense look the psychotic super powered ego maniac was giving her. "That was from end of day on Monday, 2 days ago. The up to date report is being compiled and should be ready within an hour."

Homeland slammed the page down, using enough force to shake the heavy oaken table without shattering it. "This indicates sales of my action figures are down over 6% from last week and nearly 15% for the month. What is going on?" he demanded, allowing his eyes to light up slightly as a further means of intimidation.

"Acc... according to stores, the bootleg figures of the new copycat," no one dated utter the name the individual had given for himself in Homelander's presence after the 'retirement' of 4 different PA's. "have taken up a chunk of the market share from all items. You've actually held on stronger then any of the others in the Seven. Sales of the Deep and Atrain are down almost 30% for the month, and with the copycat's Maeve clone, her sales are down almost 40%. Apparently the girls and other buyers prefer her bright colours to Maeve's bland brown leather."

Homelander felt a surge at satisfaction hearing that he was still the premier sales item for the company and revelled in the future opportunities to humiliate his teammates. Especially that dyke bitch Maeve and the useless fish fucker.

"How are things going on the production of the new Seven movie, Seven for Seven?" he asked as he grabbed another sheet and looking it over intently. He didn't understand half of what was on the sheet, but he would kill her before he let the annoying woman seated across from him know that most of this was gibberish to him. Sadly, super intelligence was NOT one of his enhancements and he had never bothered to learn much beyond the bare minimum needed to understand his bank balance and personal income.

Homelander tuned out as the woman began droning on about the various issues related to the production and filming of the next propaganda piece details the so called super heroics of his team. In truth, the whole process had bored him for years and he only continued in the procedure due to the massive returns in royalties and expanded sales of merchandise that always happened when one of these pieces of garbage hit theaters.

Sometimes he really wanted to just light the world on fire and be done with the nonsense.

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Butcher swore under his breath as he ducked behind some cover to avoid being noticed from their target. The individual they were facing had been reported to have committed 2 murders and rapes earlier this morning by a tip received by Hughie and Annie. Normally Butcher would be suspicious of anonymous tips on supe crimes, but the source, who identified themselves as the Travellers, had provided a number of other tips that had lead to good arrests and speedy trials for the perpetrators.

He shifted in annoyance at the weight on his back. Frenchie had worked some of his magic and had managed to improve for the SVC formula and the delivery methods. But it meant that in the field, one of them had to carry basically a backpack filled with several of the cuffs and additional darts filled with the solution that temporarily removed a V-infected individuals powers.

The cuffs were now only about 5lbs each and were basically open handed gauntlets more then simply bracelets.

Each of the gauntlets contained a delivery system on a timer that would, every 6 hours, inject a new dose of the SVC into the detainee. There were enough doses to last up to 48hrs before the cuffs reservoirs were empty. Each dose still theoretically lasted up to 12hrs, but Butcher insisted on taking no chances and halving the delivery time. Actually, he had wanted to have a double dose every hour, but was talked down to every 6hrs as there was no information on long term side effects of the compound, potential over dosing or even adaptive immunity.

So far in the last 2 weeks since the roll out of the cuffs and solution, they had managed to capture and contain at least a dozen supes suspected of crimes ranging from theft to murder and rape to even attempted treason. Once captured and depowered, the freaks were hauled off to a specialized CIA site that was geared to contain supes and was estimated to even be able to hold Homelander and Stormfront, if and when they finally managed to take down the wannabe Neo-nazi duo.

Butcher had his doubts and hoped that when it was time, the bastard put up enough of a struggle to justify being put down like the mad dog he was. Perhaps the new blue flying fuck could contain Homelander, but no one really knew exactly what the blond son of a bitch's upper limits were as he never went out of his way to exert himself and no one had yet shown strength to match what he had demonstrated. The blue freak though, he was different Already, he'd managed several feats that put anything Homelander had done to shame. From lifting a sinking aircraft carrier and carrying it nearly 1000mils to port, to catching and landing a 747 who lost all engines, to even, reportedly, diverting an asteroid that was on a collision course with the current US Space Station. It was even rumoured that he had stopped a terrorist cell in London from setting off a dirty nuke by eating- EATING- the fissionable material before it went critical.

Setting aside these thoughts, Butcher focused again on the person pacing in front of the cowering women. It seems that after his killing and rape spree this morning, the asshat had gone and picked himself out some treats for home service. Three young women, none of them seemingly older then 20ish were huddled together crying against the wall as their captor paced and muttered to himself in front of him. The freak was clenching and unclenching his hands and each time he did, a short burst of energy shot out to scorch the hardwood flooring of the community center he had holed up in.

Butcher signalled to Milk and Frenchie and they slid silently into position, each taking aim with their pre-loaded trank guns. Experience had shown that the compound took about a minute, sometimes two to take affect and neutralize a supes powers. Butcher seeing the pair in position, looked back to Hughie and Annie who were skulking further back, and moving to the far side of the room. They were the distraction team, with the plan being for Annie to flare power and draw the freak's attention, while Hughie moved forward to hopefully pull the girls out of the danger zone.

With his attention focused on the famous supe, Frenchie and Milk will launch their darts and he himself would move in to slap on the cuffs as quickly as possible while the bastard was still distracted. He took this role as due to the delayed effect, closing in on the supe was the more dangerous job and as such, gave him the most satisfaction to personally cuff and then physically restrain the scum sucking son of a bitch.

Once Annie and Hughie were in position he gave the go order, and 30seconds after that, he was struggling to 'detain' -aka beat senseless- the murdering rapist freak as Hughie and Annie lead the three women to cover at the end of the bleachers.

He had a grin on his face as he dodged the glowing fists striking at him and returned a series of punches to the freak's ugly face.

Today was a great day to be alive.

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another chapter down and that is 2 in one day. A bit on the shorter side but i got most of what i wanted out of this chapter in and it was at a good spot to stop. Didn't want to force more if it wasn't flowing smoothly...