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John just blankly stared as his mouth wordlessly moved. His mind was going haywire. Why did he have this feeling that he wasn't supposed to be there with Shayera? A better question that presented itself to him was why did he feel like something wasn't quite right. Slowly he moved his left hand and placed it on her back and slowly ran his hand up her bare skin. He had been in this position before, caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. A place he secretly wished he could visit more frequently; a place where it was normal for him to feel her soft hand splayed across his chest. John sighed contently before closing his eyes in the hopes of savoring the moment for as long as possible. John then slid his other hand to lightly grasp the hand that was laid on his chest. Her hand was soft like silk, something he always noticed whenever their hands touched, yet he was always surprised by. Given her chosen profession it would be customary for one to believe her hand to be rough and

It was still snowing. Inwardly, Shayera cringed. She didn't know how she was talked into this. The park sparkled in the winter sun as Shayera's snow boots crunched through the fresh-fallen snow. The snowstorms that had buffeted Detriot for three days straight had finally eased up that morning, only to start up again early in the afternoon. At least the current snowfall was significantly lighter compared to the intense blizzard that had been ravaging the city previously with howling winds. In its wake, the city was left covered with a coating of pure white snow. Shayera's breath misted out before her in small clouds, the cold causing her to shiver and grip her coat tighter around her body. Snowflakes fell lazily from the gray sky above, clinging to her hair and wings as she stared out across the dazzling white landscape. A deep silence that could only accompany winter reached her ears, broken only by the crunching noise of a thick pile of snow falling from the barren branches of the

Wally groaned as he threw his head back in frustration. He then looked down at his uniform, the Flash symbol now covered in strawberry yogurt. The one and a half year old sitting next to him giggled and clapped her hands together as the speedster wiped it off the best he could with a napkin. Wally then sighed and put on a lopsided grin. He couldn't stay annoyed at his niece for long with how adorable she was. "Come on now kiddo," Wally gently ruffled her hair, causing Emma to giggle more. He then grabbed another napkin and he began to wipe her hands of the yogurt. "You can't be throwing food at your favorite Uncle Wally. It's not nice. You gotta be nice to Uncle Wally." The speedster then lightly sighed before lightly frowning. Wally was used to watching Emma but only for a few hours at a time and certainly not overnight. John had dropped off Emma yesterday in the morning. It was now early in the evening. Thankfully Linda had been off the day before, as it was Thanksgiving, and was

A/N: Set a few months after Chapter 75 Training. ______________________________________________________ "Come on...I...I can take another hit," Rex huffed, blood slowly trickling down from his split lip, before squaring up once more. "Mom come on," he beckoned for Shayera to continue. She had been working with him to develop his endurance, sparring with him in long drawn out bouts. If he were being honest, Rex could hardly stand from his exhaustion at this point. His legs threatened to buckle at any time and his arms felt like Jell-O. Even so, he tightened his clenched fists and smirked, trying to reassure the Thanagarian before him. "I'm still standing Mom. I barely felt that last punch." Shayera bit her lip. She raised her fists reluctantly, growing more and more anxious at the sight of Rex's blood. She quickly flew at him and shut her eyes just as she threw a punch towards his chest. Rex's eyes widened as Shayera's right fist crashed into him. He couldn't have dodged it even if he

Kilowog was in a locked chase with Alisand'r hot on his tail. A Tamaranean with super strength and invulnerability would send anyone hightailing it but that wasn't why Kilowog was flying away. He was more concerned with trying to think of a strategy that could actually work. Since their fight had begun, the two were reduced to a stalemate. Neither could seem to get the upper hand on the other. Kilowog managed to turn himself around midair and fly backwards as he shot a series of green energy beams off. Alisand'r avoided them all by weaving between each one. As she came out of the obstacle she graced the Bolovaxian with a cocky smirk. Getting an idea, Kilowog suddenly stopped and reached a hand back. Alisand'r had tried to come to a stop but before she could Kilowog grabbed her by the throat just before she could crash into him. He held her tight and with his ring hand blasted her in the chest. She skyrocketed into a building. As soon as he felt victorious himself something caught

A/N: So yes I'll be taking some creative liberties with the Tamaraneans. I do like the powers they were portrayed with in the Teen Titans animated series. There'll be some other things added but there'll be an explanation for them eventually. ________________________________________________________ John grunted as he landed hard on his back. Not long after the fight started did John learn that Tamaraneans fought dirty. Not only that but they were much stronger than he had anticipated. It was not just physical prowess but the fact that each of them had a completely different ability from the other. It reminded John of the metahumans back on Earth. Ph'yzzon not only possessed superhuman strength but he was able to duplicate himself. He was using the ability to land cheap and dirty hits. Zirral wasn't as physically strong as Ph'yzzon yet she had a more annoying ability to go against as a Green Lantern. She was able to absorb energy and project it back by powering up her own energy

A/N: Okay so this chapter is just filled with inner spite. My tablet broke and I lost not only my outline and written out scenes for future chapters but I had lost the original of this chapter as well...7k words just gone like that. I was extremely salty over losing all of that progress. It honestly killed my motivation for a good while. Now...I'm rusty as shit. I also think it was a way for the universe to tell me that 7k words may have been a bit too long and drawn out. So we're back to slow-paced plot building again. I apologize for the mess below. I promise it will piece itself together by the end of this arc. ___________________________________________________________ The surface of the planet was harsh and the wind whipped wildly at his feet. The desert covered plains crunched dryly as he walked alongside his Green Lantern comrades. John couldn't believe someone would actually want to live on this planet. The last time he was on Tamaran the planet had lush and vibrant

A/N: I did not forgot about this story. Just it's a mood I have to get myself into in order to write for it. That and when my tablet broke I had lost the section I had actually wrote for this chapter amongst a lot of other stuff. I wasn't particularly happy how the original chapter started so it did give me an opportunity to revamp it. ______________________________________________________ She was only a mere child. She was hardly anything but unique. She was what her people would refer to as a hetk'par. The term was used only for the weakest of Thanagarian soldiers and Shayera Hol was just that. She was nothing but a disgrace. A pathetic weakling who didn't deserve to be called a Thanagarian. She hated fighting. She never fought even during lessons. She regarded the two Thanagarian instructors, one male and the other female, before her carefully. Despite their attempts to speak quietly, she heard every word they spoke about her. If there was one thing Shayera could pride herself on

A/N: This is a bit um...spicy. Nothing that I think is M-rated but to be safe just be aware of spicy things ahead. It'll be obvious as the chapter progresses but this is set during Shadow of the Hawk. ________________________________________________________ Her heart jumped to her throat when his hand settled against her cheek. A blush immediately rose to her face and she couldn't stop herself from melting into his touch. Her head was spinning. Her heart felt as though it had burst into a million pieces. She was with Carter. Lying on top of his bed. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was even possible. Shayera couldn't quite comprehend her current situation. Yet here Carter was with her. Touching her, kissing her, loving her. His touches set her system aflame and left her stomach twisted up. She wasn't going to last at this rate. Shayera felt her body give an involuntary shudder as she felt Carter's hand slowly travel up her right inner thigh.

A/N: Yeah I'm not dead or anything. I just got distracted by work, then by Jedi Survivor, and then work again. Plus I also wanted to actually plot some things out for later in the story since I went into this with minimal planning and just a handful of established plot points that I'd use. Sorry if I'm a bit rusty now. I gotta get myself back into the swing of things. _____________________________________________________ "She wasn't at home and she's not here and she's not at the Metro Tower and I don't know where else to look," Wally frantically rambled to Mister Terrific before suddenly grabbing his shoulders. "What if something happened to her? Can't you track her or something? Why the hell else do we have these commlinks? You gotta know where she is!" Mister Terrific let out a sigh before slowly removing the speedster's hands from his shoulders. "Listen Flash, if I could have tracked her I would have already but she threw this at me," Terrific held up a commlink between his left