Alternate Earth, where FLAG still exists...

[deona-zephyr.livejournal.com]

After her "normal" bout of afternoon sickness, Deona decides on a little trip. Her husband's out at the Marina, so she leaves a small note saying that she was traversing somewhere and that she would be back. When she goes to the traversing room, the untethered soul went to the LC long enough to leave word. She pictures exactly what a particular place looks like in her mind...and makes sure to add alternate to that mentally.

When the moderate wind dies down, she opens her eyes...and finds herself in the driveway that leads up to the mansion, the headquarters of the organization she had been involved with before...the Foundation for Law and Government, or FLAG.

Deona had to mentally keep from shifting to coporeal form...this was one trip that she didn't want others to see her.

"FLAG headquarters," she says softly, "Almost a year ago, everything began here..."

As she slowly walked the path, her mind had taken her back in time, by almost a year.

She had been wearing a nice, somewhat formal blouse and skirt, walking slowly up the driveway. She had also been very nervous. After all, Jennifer Knight had wanted her to not be hired, due to having high-function Autism...but a few members of the board had shot her down. She didn't know then, but one of them was Devon.


When she got this nervous, there was a way to calm herself...even if it seemed silly.

Deona closed her eyes as she had walked and was singing...something she had learned, called "The World".

You are here alone again
In your sweet insanity
All too calm, you hide yourself from reality
Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty?
When all the world turns away to leave you lonely...

The fields are filled with desires
All voices crying for freedom
But all in vain they will fade away
There's only you to answer you, forever...

In blinded mind you are singing
A glorious hallelujah
The distant flutter of angels
They're all too far, too far to reach for you...

I am here alone again
In my sweet serenity
Hoping you will ever find me in any place
I will call it solitude when all my songs fade in vain
Fly my voice, far away to eternity...

The second time she had sung this, her eyes had been open, but very distant. What had broken her from the seeming trance had been a comment about her singing...and the ones commenting had been none other than Bonnie Barstow and Michael Knight.

Now, incoporeal, she walks across the grounds, wondering if she should walk inside. Nobody would see her.

I can't let anyone here see me, she thinks, They are not quite as open-minded as Richard in the alternate Gotham is...but I too need to say goodbye to those Devon, Storm, Damien, Caspain and I left behind...even though...everyone else from our world is dead--

She shakes her head, tears filling her eyes at the thought. April had been arrested as the "mole" involved and responsible for Deona's murder. Bonnie had been the second one to die, killed by Garthe Knight. Two of the girls in the operative group known as The Quartet had died in a trap, and so had KARR. Michael and Kitt went on a kamikazee run, saving lives, but sacrificing their own. Devon had died immediately afterwards and untethered. Storm, Damien and Caspain had been bombed on, but escaped...and eventually made their way to first the Lunatic Cafe, then to the Boardwalk Nexus. Apparently, Caspain had been mute since the bombing...but began talking again when he saw Deona.

I need to make my peace, too, she thinks, I have thoughts and such that I haven't even told Devon about.

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[exiles-jubes.livejournal.com]

"Awwww that is so romantic..." Harley holds out her hand, as the offer to dance to help the memory. She is no Devon, but she might do for now.

[deona-zephyr.livejournal.com]

"Nah, that's okay," she shakes her head and smiles, "It was to a Miles Davis jazz tune." She says, "That night, Jennifer and a flunky went in, during the event, and stole the files on all 4 of us female operatives. One of the girls shot at him, and the flunky dropped the mask he had been wearing...a harlequin's face paint that became a jester with the mask. I had Artemis check the pattern on the face paint and figured it out and let Devon know what happened. The next day...Jennifer Knight went after me."

She heads back out and carefully closes the door behind them, then heads back to the pond.