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randomplaces2006-08-02 05:35 pm
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Alternate Earth, where FLAG still exists...
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.
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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Deona nods.
"You're not all that surprised, I take it."
"Of course not! You--he was...is...very good with secrets and being sneaky."
"Was...and is? Is the other Devon somehow alive...?"
"He's just as I am...eternal with no alignment to our original universe...able to traverse throughout the multiverse...and unable to return to our point of origin." A tear falls as she says this.
The man, Devon, gently wipes the tear from her cheek with a finger, smiling reassuringly.
"Now that you do have me curious, who exactly are you two...?"
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That made eyebrows go up.
"Miles...? I...as she has said, my name is Devon...Devon Miles. Did you, by any chance, marry--"
"Yes. Harley and I are from 2 different universes. In hers, she's from a city named Gotham."
Another voice cuts in.
"Gotham City? Same as Batman and Robin, from the comic books?"
Devon turns and frowns, seeing who had joined in the conversation.
"Michael, stay out of this," he says.
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"Michael," Devon says in a warning tone, then adds, "These ladies are visitors, and not intruders of any sort..and certainly not aliens from other universes. Is that understood?"
"Gotcha."
"Now, if I remember correctly, you have some paperwork to get started on with the latest case you did, as well as a talk with Bonnie about the latest damage to Kitt--"
"Okay, okay! I get the message! I'm goin' already!" Michael waves and takes off.
Deona laughs and says, "Devon, you know Michael hates paperwork about as much as he does fundraisers!"
He chuckles and says, "You certainly are...were an operative of FLAG in another universe."
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"Your friend put it rather well," Devon agrees, "I'm ashamed to admit that this world, this Earth, is very closed-minded when it comes to other worlds, much less other universes."
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She sighed, "I suppose if you all know about Gotham, you know how Mr. J treated me. Sometimes I just do not feel worthy of being loved by a good man."
Then harley shakes her head, "But this... right now is not about me. It is about you girl. You gotta do what you gotta do."
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"Michael, I thought you had paperwork to do."
The oldest operative comes from behind a tree, grinning sheepishly and gultily.
"Yeah...I stopped when I heard Deona talking to Harley. Man...I'm really sorry. Devon's telling me I oughta think before I talk."
"Well he's right!" Deona says with a glare and a protective arm around Harley.
"Jeez...when I was a kid, I had wondered if what was fiction in this universe was real elsewhere...got told it was not for someone growing up. Guess I oughta start thinking that way again."
Devon nods in agreement.
"Hey....I better go, for real...sorry about the comment, Harley..."
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"And please do not feel you have to leave on my account. We are here for a reason... to help Deona say goodbye."
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Michael winces, looking more guilty. "Man...that makes the careless comment worse."
"I would say so," Devon replies crisply.
He goes over to Harley and hugs her. "Hey...listen and remember this. You're real. Your life and experiences are real. Even in worlds where it exists only in comic books, you're real...and don't let anybody tell you different...not even any alternate thickheads like me."
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She let go of the hug, almost regretfully, "But... today is not about me. It is about Deona." She did not want to let them too close to her heart, in case something bad happened again.
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Deona nods. "I have a feeling, someday you two will find your way outside of your universe...when you do, look for a Nexus called the Lunatic Cafe."
Devon nods and surprisingly, hugs the untethered soul. Deona's eyes widen as she hugs him back.
"You're...with child?"
"Two of them. They'll be born in December or January."
"It's a good time," Devon says, "A memory of life to remember more than one of death."
"Didn't think of it that way..." Deona admits.
Devon sees that the sun is low and the stars will soon appear.
"Well...I do know that if I were a married man, I would be getting concerned about my wife, more than I would be already."
She nods, "You're right. We should go...to the Cafe. I'll traverse us both back." She smiles at the imagined reaction and says, "If I can traverse while holding my kitten, I can do it with myself and another person. Just do what I say and there'll be no problem."
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She then comes right up behind Harley and encircles her. The woman says, "Now...picture the Lunatic Cafe in your mind..."
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Then frowned as she watched Deona. It was a dangerous favor to ask the scatterbrained woman, but Harley tried hard to concentrate on the Lunatic Cafe. Not about gotham. Not about Jack's ship. And just think about the Cafe.
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As they walk forward, the women disappear into thin air...and a few seconds later, the winds die down to normal...in front of a stunned and awed Michael and Devon.