One Shots

The wind will never change on us

She had been desperate.

Desperate to fix whatever it was that she had done wrong, desperate to rebuild the trust she had so devastatingly lost, desperate to have her best friend back.

Perhaps that was the reason why she had accepted it when Mxyzptlic showed up, unannounced, at her doorstep, offering her a second chance.

Second chances. Regardless of the fact that she hadn't always been generous once it came to them, she knew that sometimes, or rather, most times, people deserved it. They deserved the chance to make things right, and if such a rewarding opportunity was chosen to be wasted, at least she could live with the awareness that there was nothing left to be done. Were the right decisions made, however, great accomplishments could follow suit. She had witnessed a similar case once, and she never ceased to recall the pride and joy that had filled her at the time.

That was why she had been so willing to change the timeline, if remaking her choices meant she could save her best friend from the dark path she had chosen to get herself into.

It hadn't been easy. Seeing her attempts fail one by one, each resulting in a new catastrophe of their own, had nearly broken her. It almost seemed as though Lena wasn't meant to be saved. Conversely, such an experience had also shown her that people were responsible for their own actions, and should be held accountable for them. She was done blaming herself for things that were out of her control; a certain someone had accomplished to remind her of that.

Aside from coming to such a realization, there had been another, much brighter side of going through all of that. The opportunity to see him again. Him , the one responsible for her opening up her heart; him, the one capable of pulling her out of her comfort zone; him, the reason to most of her late-night wondering; him the one whom she had missed the most.

She had almost jumped with joy when she saw him standing next to her on that little screen. She needed to find a way to meet him. Not only to get his perspective and advice, but also to get to hear his voice again, after so long. She was absolutely sure seeing him face-to-face would help her lighten the mood, and soothe the uneasiness caused by the recent events.

She hadn't been wrong. Not only had she found him exactly the way she remembered, but his advice had turned out to be of extreme wisdom, and even took some weight off her shoulders. His voice showed care and affection, and she was taken aback by the sincerity of his tone. She guessed some people just chose to be granted permission to grow and flourish, instead of being corrupted by the misadventures they'd gone through.

There was also another fact she was suddenly aware of: she was still far from unaffected by his extraordinary looks. Her eyes seemed to be glued to his figure, her staring much more perduring than she'd like to admit. It would have been fine if she had gone talk to him and they never saw each other again, yet life appeared to be attempting to make her constant wish to be swallowed by the floor even more pronounced, and she was once more found front-to-front with him, this time in J'onn's tower.

He was just standing there, being his formal, professional self, concentrating on hearing her, surrounded by all the people that mattered the most to her, and it felt natural, it felt good. All she could think about, as she saw not only him but also her best friend Winn (whom she had deeply yearned to see again) next to her sister, Kelly, J'onn and Nia, was how great it would be if it were all true.

The most terrifying thing? Though he was certainly evolved as a person and as a hero — having sacrificed his happiness multiple times, being the founder of an entire organization that had successfully helped so many, and simply being utterly selfless when it came to others — he had kept his kind-hearted temper, which gave her the strange notion of him not having changed at all ever since he'd been hers.