"They say she broke her collarbone in three places," Joseph told everyone that had gathered at their conference room, "The doctors gave her a sedative and I told him that she fell down the slippery steps because of the sudden thunderstorm which I still don't know the purpose of because it seemed to make our job harder.

He glared at Mark, who in turn shrugged, "We risked a firefight, I brought in a storm to hide that and the wind slowed him down."

"Didn't slow down the ATM," Joseph muttered.

"Really?" Mark demanded, "Really?"

"Just saying," Joseph feigned an innocent shrug.

"Alright, that's enough testosterone; both of you," Naomi interrupted, "We all did well tonight."

"A man is dead," Mark said, "A man that Lucas and I knew when we were growing up turned into a killer…so we're all going to be working through that before we pat ourselves on the back"

"You don't have time anyway. Because we have a long way to go before I catch you and all your friends here," Joseph nodded to the other superhumans that were living on the docks and had crowded into the conference room, "We have a long way to go and a lot of history about ourselves."

David, who had apparently just arrived walked into the room and looked around in confusion, "Um….hi?"

"Um…these are a batch of the Guardian's newest victims. I'll fill you in later on how we came to know them but if you would just fill them in on how we got to be how we are, that'd be great."

David registered what he said, grabbed him and pulled him over to where only Joseph would hear his words, "Are they going to kill me like you wanted to do?"

"Oh I imagine they'll probably want to, but since you're not their Guardian they'll probably be a bit more lenient. And besides," Joseph smirked, "They have stricter morals when it comes to killing people. Have fun, I'm going to go take a shower."


Naomi stood when her brother came out of the room; she'd been overlooking the conference while David explained what they were. In case he needed backup she would provide it, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Can we trust them?"

He shrugged, "Most of them seem harmless, but I imagine they thought James was harmless as well. We're going to keep an eye on each other, but for now we're going to keep it pretty peaceful."

"Good," they started walking to the combat room, "It'd be nice to have some allies for once."

"What do you mean, 'for once'?"

"Most people we run into either end up dead, hurt, manipulating us, or promising to do us bodily harm."

"Wow," he said slowly, "That's depressing."

"Yes, we need new friends," Naomi stopped; she put her arm out so that Joseph would stop too.

"What?" Joseph asked and then saw what she was looking at.

Able sat in his room, His head was in his hands, and his posture was that of defeat.

"Hey," Joseph said and sat next to him. Naomi took the other side, "What's wrong?"

"Emilia's gone," he said, "She took Shawn and she left and I was the one that told her to go."

"Oh no," Naomi grabbed his hand.

"I think I might've made the worst mistake of my life."


Jane stood on the pier for several minutes and watched Lucas as he wandered aimlessly around his boat. From the look on his face, he was deeply troubled.

"Permission to come aboard?" she asked.

He visibly brightened when he saw her but he didn't smile, "How's your friend?"

"She's sleeping, doc says after her surgery, she'll probably be fine," she took a breath, "I wanted to thank you for going with Lisa. It was commendable that you went with her even though you're…not like them."

"Are you?"

"No," she lied. Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. She was a clone. But he already went through enough of a shock tonight; she didn't want to risk ruining a possible relationship by telling him what she really was.

"I didn't expect to see you here so soon."

"I didn't get a chance to thank you for the coffee or apologize for leaving like I did," she handed him a cup and took a sip from her own, "I also brought you your coat back…I even washed it."

"Thank you," he took it and put it on the deck chair that he'd sat down in about three times in the span of twenty minutes, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she shrugged. Oh, what was she still doing here? She should be leaving by now.

"You were attacked," he reminded her.

"I've been through a lot worse," she said quickly, "What about you?"

"Other than finding out everything I knew was wrong and seeing one of the men I knew all my life turn crazy and get gunned down in front of me? Perfect."

She looked down, "I'm sorry it had to be like that. But we didn't have any other choice."

"No, I understand. It's just…insane," He sat down and ran his hands through his hair, "What's going on, Jane? Why have our docks suddenly turned into the Justice League overnight?"

"Um…," she pushed her hand through her hair and sat next to him, "Okay, I'll tell you what's happening, but you have to stay quiet about it..."


Miriam Braun poured herself a glass of orange juice and took a sip. It was nice to finally be home after taking a couple of months off to travel. She'd needed to get some air after Naomi's capture. But by the end of the trip, she'd been eager to just come home and sleep in her own bed.

It'd been a hard couple of months. No one would give her any information on her husband and no one would give her information about her children. But since she was back, she was going to make sure that changed.

"Miriam."

She jumped and dropped the glass she was holding and turned, "Frederic?"

He was leaner than when they'd last been together. From the looks of things he needed a bath, and a decent night's sleep.

"Oh thank God," she started walking towards him, "I was starting to get worried that-"

She stopped when he pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. She felt her heart leap in her chest as she tried to measure her options.

She saw the anger and betrayal in his eyes, "Why didn't you ever tell me you were a Guardian, Miriam?"

The End